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Pat Paterson and her husband Charles Boyer at home in June 1938.

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Pat Paterson 1936

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ACTRESSES WHO DIED 1978

Pat Paterson at 68 from brain tumor

Astrid Allwyn at 72 from cancer

Sally Eilers at 69 from heart attack

Florence Marly at 59 from heart attack 

Maggie McNamara at 49 from barbiturate overdose

Angela Greene at 56 from stroke

Adrienne Marden at 69 from heart attack

Queenie Smith at 79 from cancer

Susan Shaw at 59 from liver disease

Wendy Barrie at 65 from stroke

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24 agosto … ricordiamo …

24 agosto … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Joe E. Tata, Joseph Evan Tata, attore statunitense conosciuto per il ruolo di Nat Bussichio all’interno del serial televisivo Beverly Hills 90210. Tata in seguito apparve anche in alcuni telefilm, come Streghe, e soap opera come General Hospital. Da tempo soffriva della malattia di Alzheimer.È stata sposato con l’attrice Susan Levy. (n. 1936) 2022: William Reynolds, William de Clerq…

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A man of taste and luxury

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 19

1863 – Ogden Codman, Jr. was an American architect and interior decorator in the Beaux-Arts styles, and co-author with Edith Wharton of The Decoration of Houses (1897).

Codman spent his youth from 1875 to 1884 at Dinard, an American resort colony in France, and on returning to America in 1884, studied at the MIT. Wharton became one of his first Newport clients for her home there, Land's End. Subsequently she introduced Codman to Cornelius Vanderbilt II, who hired him to design the second and third floor rooms of his Newport summer home, The Breakers.

In 1907, Codman built the Codman-Davis House in Washington, D.C. for his cousin Martha Codman, one of the few intact homes that he designed. This included a carriage house, now the Apex Night Club, ironically a gay club.

Although a noted homosexual, on 8 October, 1904, Codman married one of his commissioners, Leila Griswold Webb, widow of railroad magnate H. Walter Webb, who died unexpectedly in 1910.

In 1920, Codman left New York to return to France, where he spent the rest of his life at the Château de Grégy, wintering at Villa Leopolda in Villefranche-sur-Mer: it is his masterpiece, the fullest surviving expression of his esthetic.

1897 – The Missouri Supreme Court upholds a conviction for assault to commit sodomy of a St. Louis police officer who attempted sodomy with another male after threatening to arrest him unless he accompanied him to a lumber yard, where the attempt was made.

1900 – An Ohio newspaper reports that a man was arrested for sex with his 13-year-old male companion. Both claim that the younger partner's mother "gave" him to the other.

Ray Stevens & Pat Paterson (R)

1941 – Born: Pierre Clermont, better known by his ring name Pat Patterson, was a Canadian former professional wrestler (d.2020). Pat was 17 when he started wrestling. He soon became one of the biggest names in the sixties and seventies. He worked for WWE as a creative consultant. He was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 1996.

Outside of the wrestling ring, Pat was really timid and shy. He was soft-spoken, with a cute French accent. Surprisingly, Pat was a former altar boy and candidate for the priesthood. He was a deeply religious man.

Pat Patterson debuted in Montreal, Quebec in 1958 as "Pretty Boy" Pat Patterson, an effeminate wrestler who wore red lipstick and pink trunks and was accompanied by his pet Poodle.

A Young Pat Patterson

Patterson wrestled frequently for affiliates of the National Wrestling Alliance throughout the 1960s, and was a ten time tag team champion in San Francisco with a variety of partners. His most famous pairing was with Ray Stevens, the two of them forming the heel tag team, the Blond Bombers.

Patterson was openly gay, although he had never stated so. It is rumored that Pat and Gerald Brisco, another of his wrestling partners, were lovers. In 1992, Patterson was accused of sexual harassment by former ring announcer Murray Hodgson and released from the company until the charges were dropped, when he was promptly rehired. After dropping the charges, Hodgson's attorney referred to Hodgson as "a lifelong con man."

In August 2006, Patterson underwent emergency heart surgery. In October, Patterson recovered from his operation and was released from the hospital.

On June 12, 2014, Patterson officially "came out" on TV. The video link is below:

Although Patterson was openly gay, having come out in the 1970s, his sexual orientation was never directly acknowledged on television until 2014 when he spoke about it on a WWE-produced reality TV show.

Louie Dondero, Patterson's longtime partner of 40 years, died of a heart attack in 1998. Patterson himself died in December 2020.

1950 – Randy Price is a television newscaster with WCVB-TV in Boston, Massachusetts, after being the lead anchor at WHDH-TV from 1998 to 2009. He is considered the U.S.'s first openly gay newscaster.

Born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Price attended Louisiana State University, where he began his broadcasting career in college radio, which continued with a stint in the U.S. Air Force, with Price working for the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service.

He worked in television in Bakersfield, California (KERO-TV) and Toledo, Ohio (WTVG), before moving to Boston's WBZ-TV in 1983 where he anchored for 12 years. He left WBZ in 1995 due to alcohol problems which included a drunk driving conviction.

Price joined WHDH-TV in 1996 as a freelance reporter, and in 1997 was made a full-time anchor. He moved into the morning anchor chair and then was promoted to anchor the 5, 6 and 11 p.m. newscasts. On February 6, 2009, Price was let go from WHDH-TV. His last newscast was on Wednesday, February 4, 2009. On February 7, 2009 The Boston Globe quoted Price that station owner, Edmund Ansin, had told him "we need to move in different directions."

On June 2, 2009, Price was named morning anchor at WCVB-TV, Channel 5 in Boston.

Price is openly gay and on January 3, 2007 he married longtime partner Mark Steffen in a ceremony on the steps of the Massachusetts State House in Boston, Massachusetts. They live in Kittery, Maine.

The Johns Committee in session

1959 – On this date investigators summoned the University of Florida Geography professor Sigmund Diettrich to the Manor Motel in Gainesville, Florida for "interviewing". Soon after, he was fired from his job and lost the life he loved as a beloved teacher and dean. He attempted suicide the same day he was let go from U.F. Hundreds of other professors and students across the state were also terminated or expelled because of their sexuality. Many people are familiar with the McCarthy hearings but do not realize that Florida had its own committee designed to weed out communism and homosexual activity. State Senator Charley Johns started the investigations to "protect Florida's children."

The Johns Committee pursued people in academic institutions, courthouse bathrooms and bus stations. The committee's investigators went so far as tapping phones in motels, interrogating children as young as 10, and breaking up a teenage girl's slumber party looking for evidence of moral misconduct. In 1993 more than 30,000 pages of secret documents became public, including a University of Florida administrator's statement that there was no way to prevent Gay men from lingering in university bathrooms "unless you pour sulfuric acid on the floor to make people go fast."

1982 – Pete Buttigieg is an American politician and candidate for the Democratic nomination in the 2020 United States presidential election. He is the first openly gay person to seek the Democratic nomination, and has built his campaign around the idea of generational change. He launched his campaign on April 14, 2019, after forming an exploratory committee in January. Initially considered a long shot, he gained significant momentum in mid-2019 when he participated in several town halls, forums, and debates. As of December 2019, several media outlets consider him one of four "top-tier candidates".

Buttigieg served as the 32nd mayor of South Bend, Indiana from January 2012 to January 2020. Before running for office, he worked on the political campaigns of Democrats Jill Long Thompson, Joe Donnelly, and John Kerry. He was defeated in the 2010 election for Indiana State Treasurer before being elected mayor of South Bend, Indiana the following year, becoming the youngest mayor of a city with a population of over 100,000. In 2015, Buttigieg publicly came out as gay. Later that year, he was reelected with over 80% of the vote. In 2017, he ran for chair of the Democratic National Committee.

From 2009 to 2017, he served as a naval intelligence officer in the United States Navy Reserve, attaining the rank of lieutenant. In 2014, he was deployed to Afghanistan for seven months and was awarded the Joint Service Commendation Medal and the Joint Meritorious Unit Award. From 2007 to 2010, he worked as a consultant at management consulting firm McKinsey & Company. Buttigieg is a graduate of Harvard College and Oxford University. He attended the latter on a Rhodes Scholarship.

In a June 2015 piece in the South Bend Tribune, Buttigieg came out as gay. By coming out, Buttigieg became Indiana's first openly gay elected executive. He was the first elected official in Indiana to come out while in office, and the highest elected official in Indiana to come out. Buttigieg is also the first openly gay Democratic presidential candidate, and the second overall, after Republican Fred Karger, who ran in 2012.

In December 2017, Buttigieg announced his engagement to Chasten Glezman, a junior high school teacher. They had been dating since August 2015 after meeting on the dating app Hinge. They were married on June 16, 2018, in a private ceremony at the Episcopalian Cathedral of St. James. As of April 2019 Chasten uses his husband's surname, Buttigieg.

Buttigieg announced that he and his husband had become parents on August 17, 2021. Buttigieg announced that they had adopted two newborn fraternal twins on September 4, 2021.

In June 2019, to mark the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall riots, a watershed moment in the LGBTQ rights movement, Queerty named him one of its "Pride50" people identified as "trailblazing individuals who actively ensure society remains moving towards equality, acceptance and dignity for all queer people."

President-elect Biden named Buttigieg as his nominee for Secretary of Transportation in December 2020. His nomination was confirmed on February 2, 2021, by a vote of 86–13, making him the first openly gay Cabinet secretary in U.S. history. Nominated at age 38, he is also the youngest Cabinet member in the Biden administration and the youngest person ever to serve as Secretary of Transportation.

2004 – Ian Iqbal Rashid releases his movie Touch of Pink. Multi-talented Rashid is a poet, screenwriter and filmmaker known in particular for his volumes of poetry, for the BBC TV series This Life and the feature films Touch of Pink and How She Move.

Of Indian ancestry and Ismaili Muslim religion, Rashid's family lived in colonial East Africa for generations. Ian was born in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Different years of birth are given for Rashid in different sources, but academic work gives the year as 1968. In 1970, his family was forced to leave Tanzania. After failing to secure asylum in the UK and US, they settled in Toronto.

Rashid began his career as an arts journalist and critic and events programmer, particularly focussed on South Asian diasporic, Muslim and LGBTQ cultural work.

In the early 1990s, Rashid returned to London, Britain, where he lives today with his partner, the writer, curator, and academic Peter Ride.

In the late 1980s, Rashid was a regular contributor to the Canadian LGBT magazine Rites. Rashid published his first poetry collection, Black Markets, White Boyfriends and Other Acts of Elision, in 1991. Two more followed: the chapbook Song of Sabu in 1993 and The Heat Yesterday in 1995.

His poems "Another Country", "Could Have Danced All Night", "Hot Property" and "Early Dinner, Weekend Away" appear in John Barton and Billeh Nickerson's 2007 anthology Seminal: The Anthology of Canada's Gay Male Poets, and others were included in the 2009 anthology Forbidden Sex, Forbidden Texts: New India's Gay Poets.

Self-taught as a film-maker, in 1991, Rashid made the short film Bolo Bolo! with Kaspar Saxena. The film, part of an HIV/AIDS cable access series called Toronto Living With AIDS, resulted in the series being pulled from Rogers Television after complaints about sexually suggestive content, though it had a long and healthy life at film festivals.

Rashid went on to write two award-winning short films, Surviving Sabu (1999), and Stag (2001).

Touch of Pink, Rashid's first feature film, spent 12 years in development. In 2003, he finally had the chance to direct the project as a Canada-UK co-production. It premiered at the 2004 Sundance Film Festival to great acclaim, a bidding war, and eventually, a sale to Sony Picture Classics. The film has attracted extensive scholarly commentary.

How She Move received a similar reception at Sundance Film Festival. Directed by Rashid in 2007, the film is set in the world of step dancing. It was nominated for a Sundance World Cinema Grand Jury Prize and purchased by Paramount Vantage. The film opened to positive reviews and strong box office.

Rashid began working as a writer in UK television in the late 1990s. His credits include the soap London Bridge (Carlton Television for ITV) and the cult hit BBC2 series This Life, for which he received the Writer's Guild of England award.

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Conor MacNeill as young Edward (Ned) Gowan

Bill Paterson as old Edward (Ned) Gowan. Ned was a lawyer from Edinburgh who knew the law, inside and out and acted as a legal advisor to Clan MacKenzie.

Conor MacNeill is an Irish actor from County Antrim, Northern Ireland, who has experience on both the big and small screen, as well as the stage. He is an actor, producer, and writer, and is known for his roles in An Crisís (2010) Whole Lotta Sole (2012) a Comedy/Crime with Brendan Fraser and Privates (2013) and in the BBC and HBO drama, Industry, as Kenny Kilblane.

He made his London stage debut starring alongside Harry Potter actor Daniel Radcliffe in The Cripple of Inishmaan. He was nominated for a BAFTA award in 2017 for Best Short Film.

He played the Garda, and Detective Ruairi Slater in The Tourist season 2 alongside Jamie Dornan (2024) Conor MacNeill wrote a script with Jamie Dornan it's set in NI'.

The Tourist is the four-time MacNeill and Dornan have worked together – they were both in The Fall, Belfast and Siege of Jadotville together, and became good friends outside of work, even writing a script together during lockdown (more of which later)

Belfast. The film is set in the 1960s. Belfast captures the spirit and atmosphere of the city during a period of significant social and political change.

Conor MacNeill (McLaury) fictional character and Colin Morgan in Kenneth Branagh's “Belfast” film (2021) 🎬

Industry (2020)‧ Drama Young finance graduates venture out into the cut-throat competitive world to get a job during the recession times that followed as a result of the 2008 financial crisis.

Conor MacNeill - Industry’s Kenny belongs in the pantheon of bad fictional bosses.

The Siege of Jadotville (2016) It is a true story. Irish soldiers on a UN peacekeeping mission in Africa, are besieged by overwhelming enemy forces, as UN peacekeepers defend their outpost.

The Siege of Jadotville depicts the incredible true story of the siege of 150 UN Irish troops led by Commandant Pat Quinlan (Jamie Dornan) in the Congo in 1961. Quinlan and his men held out against a force of 3,000 local troops led by French and Belgian mercenaries working for mining companies.

In honour of their courageous actions in Congo at the Siege of Jadotville a specially commissioned medal “An Bonn Jadotville” was awarded to all men of “A” Company, 35th Infantry Battalion and the families of deceased members, to give them full and due recognition. If you haven't seen this film yet, I recommend watching it.

The Fall (TV Series 2013–2016) - Conor MacNeill as Mark Bailey - MacNeill joined the cast of The Fall in 2016 for its third season, in which he featured in the final few episodes.

The Fall is a crime drama television series filmed and set in Northern Ireland. The series, starring Gillian Anderson as Detective Superintendent Stella Gibson, is created and written by Allan Cubitt and features Jamie Dornan as serial killer Paul Spector. 

#ConorMacNeill #BillPaterson #NedGowan #RuairiSlater #TheTourist #JamieDornan #season2 #TheFall #Belfast #SiegeofJadotville

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[CLOSE] from the smut prompts okay? But stay with me for this one.

Paterson x Pregnant!Reader

Also maybe some lactation kink in there somewhere

Chapters

Paterson x f!Reader

summary: You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

word count: 2k+

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, postpartum, new pregnancy, pregnant reader, female reader, pinv, vaginal sex, a bit of fingering, lactation kink

You feel sick to your stomach as you hold Olive close to your chest, patting her back as she scrunches close. Her skin is clean, new, fresh, only eight weeks old. Your eyes are fixated on that little test strip on the counter. You press a kiss to the top of Olive’s head full of dark hair as you sigh. Two lines making tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew it shouldn’t have happened then, that the two of you were just too focused on how your bodies felt— not your minds. Ten minutes of the sleepiest sex you’ve ever had, set you onto a path of two babies within the year.

You remember Paterson asking if you were okay afterwards, how he ran a bath and promised he’d take care of Olive. He brushed your hair and kissed your head and apologized for letting it get as far as it did. But you were just as much to blame, you apologized too and it hasn’t happened again. But here you are now. You take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom, placing Olive into her swing just as Paterson walks through the door. Your heart stops as your eyes meet.

He starts to unzip his jacket and hang it on the hook. “There are my girls.” He has a smile on his face, leaning down to give you the softest kiss and a squeeze on your arm. He presses a kiss to the top of Olive’s head before ducking into your shared bedroom to change from his work clothes into something comfortable to wear around the house. Unbuttoning his shirt, he turns the corner into the bathroom. Letting the fabric roll off of his shoulders and then he’s tossing into the hamper, catching sight of the test on the counter. His heart stops as he steps closer, lifting the strip close enough to see the two pink lines clearly. He sucks in a breath, trying to calm those racing thoughts: Olive, your newborn is only eight weeks old. He places the strip back down on the counter, just like he found it. He doesn’t want you to know he’s seen it. You’ll come to him when you’re ready.

When he steps back out of the bedroom, sweatpants hanging low on his waist— white t-shirt covering his chest— you’re sitting on the couch, Olive tucked close to your chest as she nurses. Paterson’s quick to make sure your water cup is full and you’ve got a snack next to you before he’s heating up two portions of lasagna from your stash of premade dinners. He watches you, noting how unusually quiet you’ve been since he’s come in. You’ve never gone a day without asking him how work was.

But you’re lost in your own thoughts, something that you’ve grown used to since Olive’s birth. “Pat?” your voice is quiet, shaky, a quiet trill that seeps in like you’re about to cry. Paterson is quick to notice, walking over to sit down with you.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching over to take Olive when you’re handing her over. He burps her and places her in her swing before he’s gathering you up into his arms.

“Think I’m pregnant.” You whisper and hide your face against his chest. He just rubs your back, holding you comfortingly as you continue to talk. “Olive is still so small and I don’t know what to do… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” he says softly, sitting you up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. He smiles softly as he meets your eyes— hand cradling your cheek. “If anything I should be apologizing. I did it.” he says softly, searching your face for that little crack of a smile you indulge him with. He kisses your forehead, pulling you back against his chest. Your knees are placed on each side of his hips. “I love you and you’re a fantastic mother. You’ve done amazing with Olive. If this is something you want, you’re going to do amazing with them too,” he says softly.

“I… I do want this.” You nod. You think of Olive and how much you love her. How much Paterson loves her. How good he is with her. How you both have begun to find yourselves within parenthood. “I want everything with you.” you whisper, thumbs brushing along his jaw as you pull him into a kiss. His eyes begin to flutter closed, one hand tightening on your hip and the other planting itself on the back of your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths part, heads tipping into each other. Paterson’s tongue chasing yours as you feel like every vein in your body is on fire. Your hips begin digging into his. The thin fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing is doing nothing to mask the erection growing underneath.

He’s not shy about it, dragging your hips against him as he scoots to the edge of the sofa. Hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist as he stands. “Gotta take my girl to bed, huh?” He whispers, lips pressing a kiss underneath your ear as he begins to carry you to the hall— a quiet squeal of Olive’s name leaving your lips halts him in his tracks. “Go sit in bed for me, yeah? I’ll get her.” He kisses the top of your head, as your feet hit the ground. He steadies you with a hand on your waist, waiting for you to turn and disappear into your bedroom.

You make quick work of stripping down to just your t-shirt. The one that’s hanging on your shoulders by just a thread. It’s old and worn, stained by your breastmilk and dried tears from your eight week old baby. You flip on the lamp, dim light filling your room. You give Tessa, the Afghan hound/Rough collie mix you and Pat had adopted at the beginning of your relationship— who takes up residency at the end of your bed each night, a few little gentle pats on her back ushering her away, promising she can have her spot back later. She stands and stretches, wagging her tail before hopping off the edge of the bed and trotting out to the living room. No doubt to drink some water and lounge on the couch. And just as she’s leaving, Paterson is appearing in the doorframe. “Look at you.” Pat mumbles, kicking the door closed as he steps into the room. He admires the expanse of your thighs, the way your hips have gotten wider since the beginning of your pregnancy. He’s stepping closer, settling one knee on the bed as his eyes dip downward. They rake up over the fabric covering your chest, a hand settling on your hip to pull you closer to him as he settles into place in the middle of the bed. His lips close the gap between the two of you, legs placed out in front of him after he sits against the mattress. His heart is beating so fast in his chest, but the second your hands settle on his shoulders— legs wrapped around his waist— he starts to settle down. He gets comfortable, lets himself relax into the kiss you share. “Sweet girl.” he whispers, hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that, okay?” he says softly, fabric raising and exposing more and more of the skin of your back before he’s tugging the shirt off completely.

You shiver, tugging Paterson’s own t-shirt off of his body. Smiling when it ruffles his hair up. His hands find your chest, cupping your tits gently and he gently brushes his thumbs over your nipples. Your fingers are threading through his hair as he dips his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His other hand cups and kneads at your tit, his eyes fluttering closed. He’s so lost in you, so enamored. Your hips are rutting closer to him. Your bare cunt brushing against the growing hard on in his sweatpants. Paterson lets a bit of milk drip down from his chin as he pulls away, rolling down his neck and chest. Your fingers bunch up his hair a bit, bringing him into a kiss. You taste the lingering flavor of sweet sweet almond on his lips, his breathing rapidly increasing as you pull your legs back to raise to your knees just to get his sweatpants off.

And he’s quick to discard them, throwing them towards the floor as your legs settle back down around his waist. His cock standing red and angry between your bodies, he’s pulling you close by your waist. Lifting you just a bit against his chest to slip his free hand under you, teasing at your cunt. His fingers are sliding through your folds, brushing ever so gently against your clit. “So lucky you’re my wife.” he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, two fingers plunging deep into you for just a second before he’s retracting them and replacing them with his cock. You take him greedily. He can feel your cunt fluttering around him and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever felt. Every time he gets you in bed like this, he revels in the feeling. Truly loving and present in every single moment. His eyes are closed now, head tilting back just that little bit. He swallows hard. Adam's apple bobbing as he does. And your hips rock with his, clinging to each other's bodies as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

You can’t keep your sounds at bay. The moans, the squeals, the hums. Paterson’s just too big. Settled fully inside of you, he stretches you wide, just the right amount of burning pressure to set your nerves on fire. The ache settled deep in your belly starts to fade away into a building sense of pleasure as your hips begin to move in time with one another. The way he keeps his arm tightly locked around your waist as your ankles stay wrapped around his waist, starts to make you feel hot all over. Paterson’s face buries into the soft space between your neck and shoulder, lips pressed against the skin there— leaving a dark bruise in their wake. His tongue darts out to soothe the skin he’s damaged, his cock settled deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that starts to make your eyes roll back. “Pat…” your breath comes out in little pants, quiet into Pat’s ear. “I’m gonna cum.”

He’s just about there, feels that coil in his belly begin to wind tighter and tighter. He knows he’ll only last a few more minutes— and not even that long if you keep talking to him like that. When your hands leave his shoulders to press against his chest, trying to find anywhere you can grip. You settle on his biceps as your body begins to shake, thighs convulsing as your head leans against his shoulder. Flashes of white light blind your vision as a pleasurable warmth floods through your veins. And Paterson is right behind you, lifting your hips just a bit to thrust his into you as deeply as he can, painting the inside of your pussy with his spend. His heart is racing just as fast as yours. Chests heaving opposite one another. The sound of your breathing matching the other’s breathing patterns. You look him over, that fucked-dumb smile playing at his lips. You’re so in love with him. You take a deep breath, sucking in enough air to try and regain your strength. You’re pushing him flat against his back on the mattress, laying on his chest with a laugh. Your hand nestled right up against his tummy.

And then he’s laughing, kissing the top of your head. His cock still nestled deep into you. “We’re gonna be alright, mama. Another one’s nothing we can’t handle.”

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Wrestler ANNUAL: Winter 1983

Andre vs. Slaughter 

WHY THE WWF IS DETERMINED TO BREAK SGT. SLAUGHTER

Why does the WWF fear Sgt. Slaughter so much? Every well-known and lesser-known scientific wrestler has been trotted out to try and defeat Slaughter and his infamous Cobra Clutch. But why? What terrible threat does Slaughter pose to the WWF And who wants him stopped?

PHOTOS BY STU SAKS

BOB BACKLUND. Bruno Sammartino. Pat Paterson. Andre the Giant.

These four brilliant wrestlers have, at one time or another, been opponents of Sgt. Slaughter. And they form part of a bizarre pattern which leads some knowledgeable WWF observers to conclude, tentatively and with great, great reluctance, that the WWF is out to destroy Sgt. Slaughter.

But why?

Some could say that Slaughter’s foul, underhanded ways beg these men, these wrestlers of honor and integrity, to confront him on the wrestling field of battle. Yet Slaughter, for all his violence and sadism, is not necessarily the worst rulebreaker ever to set foot in the WWF territory.

But something about him has united the WWF scientific wrestling community in a manner never seen before. And it goes far beyond his attitude, his threats, his total behavior. The WWF fears Sgt. Slaughter. They fear what his ultimate victory will mean to the Federation.

And they are out to destroy him.

This time, it is the scientific wrestlers who act vague and uneasy. Usually it is the rulebreaker who avoids a direct answer. But when questioned all who have confronted Slaughter studiously avoided any mention of a conspiracy against the demented ex-Marine.

“Well, you know, that Slaughter is a mean man and I wanted to give him the whipping of his lifetime,” said Andre the Giant. “That is why I wrestled him. 

[It seems Sgt. Slaughter never gets a break. Night after night he is in the ring against the toughest wrestlers the WWF has to offer. Andre the Giant lines Slaughter up and fires a right.

Slaughter tries to roll Andre over into a pinning combination, but the Giant’s weight is too much for him. If Slaughter isn't against Andre, it’s Sammartino or Backlund or Morales. The WWF has not been easy on Sgt. Slaughter.]

“Doggone that Slaughter, he deserves to be swimming in his own blood,” said Bruno Sammartino. “No, I don't talk to anyone else. I want Slaughter for myself.

“He comes in here and makes big-mouthed statements and says how he’s going to beat me and take my title away,” said WWF champion Bob Backlund. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve had it up to here with Slaughter’s mouth,” cried Pat Patterson. “He’s opened it one time too many and I want to be the one who closes it. Permanently.”

[Andre uses his powerful arms to prevent Slaughter from completing the application of his Cobra Clutch (above). Slaughter rakes Andre’s eyes to break out of a bearhug (below).]

Patterson’s comments invite another explanation for the rough treatment accorded Slaughter thus far. Maybe the idea of a conspiracy isn’t sound enough. Maybe the overwhelming hatred exhibited by WWF scientific wrestlers is merely a coincidence.

Mauve each of these wrestlers is operating out of pride. Maybe they do, deep down, acknowledge Slaughter’s strengths and dangers. And just maybe, they want to be the one to end his career. 

Call it macho. Call it selfishness. Call it an obsession with duty. Andre, Bruno, Bob, and Pat each have different, compelling reasons for wanting Slaughter destroyed. And now the race is on as to which one gets the job done first.

If they do.

“Let ‘em send as many of them as they want,” said Slaughter. “I know how to stand and fight. I’ve seen duty in the worst battles in history. I’m physically prepared, I’m mentally prepared, nothing or no one will take this position from me.

[Sgt. Slaughter scoffs at the competition the WWF has presented before him. He doesn’t even consider it competition.]

“I battled long and hard to get here,” continued Slaughter. “I had to fight through artillery and machine gun nests and go over landmines and fire up at planes strafing my position. I had to do this alone, just me. Of course, I have the General, my manager the Wizard, and he and I battle side-by-side. No gutless coward is gonna take this hill. 

“I’ve seen the whites of Andre’s eyes. Smelled Bruno

S foul breath, absorbed Backlund's crying, and Patterson's whining. They can charge up the hill as often as they want but when they get to the top, they’d better be prepared to meet Sgt. Slaughter, United States Marine Corps. As they say, Hell has no fury like a Marine enraged. Just remember that.”

So who will be the one to stop Slaughter? Will it be Andre? Backlund? Sammartino? Patterson? Or none of them.Maybe Sgt. Slaughter is tougher than they think.

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March 18th 1992 saw Pat Clinton become the sixth Scot to hold a world boxing title when he took the WBO flyweight Belt.

In an emotional evening in Glasgow's Kelvin Hall, Pat Clinton, made Dad Billy Clinton's dream come true for 12 months between when Pat outpointed defending WBO champion Isadore Perez from Mexico over 12 torrid rounds.

This famous ring victory prompted Clinton's manager and promoter, Tommy Gilmour, when asked post-fight if he would grant beaten Perez a rematch into the unforgettable reply: "No. The Mexicans didn't grant a rematch at the Alamo!"

Pat was born on April 4th 1964 at Croy, to Billy and Sadie.

Boxing was in his blood, his dad won the Scottish pro flyweight title in Perth in 1940, his uncle Jim fought and won two British A.B.A. boxing titles in 1944 and 1947.

Pat had aspirations to be a jockey but a fatal heart attack, which killed his dad Billy, in 1980, made Pat determined, instead, to realise his late dad's boxing dream of becoming a bona fide world boxing champion. In a 1990s interview Pat he said

"I owe my father Billy Clinton everything regarding boxing. He taught me everything - how to move, how to counterpunch, not to mix matters in the ring unless desperate, how to box for all my openings."

Pat was a member of Croy Miners Amateur Boxing Club. Clinton represented Britain as a Flyweight at the 1984 Olympic Games in Los Angeles, losing only to the eventual silver medallist. Clinton turned professional in 1985 and won his first 11 fights.

In February 1989, Clinton faced Eyüp Can for the vacant European title, losing a unanimous decision. He made successful defences of his British title against Danny Porter and David Afan Jones before getting a second shot at the European title in August 1990; Clinton took a majority decision against Salvatore Fanni in Cagliari to take the vacant European title.

And so to the Kelvin Hall on 18th March 1992, Pat recalls that he had little memory of the build up and entrance to the ring, saying

"When I was walking to the ring there was an incredible atmosphere and it hit me like a sucker punch, I don't remember Ronnie Browne of the Corries singing Flower of Scotland or the fight even starting. In fact, it felt like I was going through the motions to begin with. “ he added "It was only when he landed with a jab that I thought to myself, 'My God this has started, I better get my finger out.'

It wasn't easy that emotion-filled night in the Kelvin Hall. Bringing dreams to fruition never is. After the halfway stage, veteran of 57 bouts Perez forced Pat, who had suffered the old Jackie Paterson curse of weightmaking problems, to fight out of his skin. Helped by a picture of his dad Billy Clinton, which was shown between rounds in his ring corner, Pat battled to a points win after 12 rounds.

It was a world title victory that provoked such emotional scenes of post-fight joy that even today promoter and manager Tommy Gilmour claims that this Clinton world flyweight win is still his most cherished boxing memory.

Still, weight problems continued to dog Pat as they had dogged other Scottish flyweight greats. As a result, Pat looked very unimpressive in beating Englishman Danny Porter in a WBO title defence at Glasgow's SECC Arena on points over 12 rounds in September 1992 - a poor performance stressed by the fact that Clinton had already previously stopped Porter inside five rounds at Watford in a British title defence in October 1989.

Eight months later and Pat, still plagued by weight and hand injury problems, lost his title to South African Jake Matlala, with Pat being stopped in Glasgow inside eight rounds.

An ill-fated comeback at bantamweight eventually petered out but today Pat Clinton can look back with pride on a career that saw him win World, British, European and Scottish flyweight crowns as well as being the first Scot to win a European flyweight title in Italy…as well as fulfilling his father Billy's dream.

In his thirties, as a result of perforated eardrums suffered during his boxing career, Clinton suffered tinnitus and started to lose his hearing, and had to start wearing a hearing aid at the age of 33. He returned to his trade as a joiner before going on to work as a salesman for Scottish Gas.

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

Sunday and TK is in love... and the Emergency Room

“…Male, approximately thirteen to sixteen years of age, laceration on forehead, possible concussion…”

“I’m fifteen”. TK said weakly. He opened his eyes and saw a bright light shining in his face. He tried to sit up. Something really hurt when he did this; like really hurt.

“Easy there,” a voice said. TK saw a woman holding the flashlight. She put a hand on his shoulder. “My name’s Monica. I’m with Paterson EMS. Can you tell me your name?”

“TK”. TK said. “TK Strand”. TK’s head felt like it was going to split open; he looked around and saw he was still in the car. His left arm was bent funny in front of him; he tried to move it and let out a yelp so loud, it surprised him.

“Nice to meet you, TK”. Monica said. “You’ve got a cut on your head there. Can you tell me if anything else hurts?”

“My left arm really hurts,” TK said. “And my head. And something… in here”. TK wasn’t sure if it was his chest or his stomach but something in there was in pain.

“TK, can you take a deep breath for me?” Monica asked as unstrapped the seatbelt from him. TK took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain. “Ow” he groaned. “Right here”. He gestured to the area above his belly button.

“Easy there”. Monica said as she wrapped up his arm. “We’re going to work on moving you nice and slowly. TK, can you tell me what day it is?”

“Uh… it’s Sunday”. TK mumbled. He was pretty sure that was right.

“That’s right”. Monica said. “TK, can you tell me who the president is?”

Shoot. TK knew this. But his head felt so foggy.

“It… changed recently”. TK said. “The… who the president is”.

“That’s right.” Monica nodded. “It’s okay, TK. Do you remember who the new president is?” Tk knew that he had known this, but it felt like it was blocked. “I’m sorry”. He mumbled.

“It’s okay”. Monica said. “I want you to relax, TK. We’re going to get you out of here”. She started to say something to someone behind her. TK grabbed her arm.

“Wait”. TK gasped. Monica crouched back down next to him.

“I’m here, TK”. She said. “Is it your head?”

“Can you call my dad please?” he asked. “When you call someone. Please call my dad”.

“Absolutely, TK, we will”. Monica nodded. “Is this your phone?” she held up his phone. TK nodded.

“We will call your dad”. She patted him assuredly. “You relax, we’re going to get you out of here. I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”

TK nodded. His whole body felt like it was covered in foam; he couldn’t have tried to move if he wanted to. He couldn’t come up with who the new president was, but he knew one thing. His mom was still in San Diego for work; she couldn’t get the call that he was in a car accident.

Actually there was one other thing TK was certain of in the moment; he was so, so, screwed."

What happens next?

Read more here-

[queersrus]

names related to patroclus from greek mythology?

Are, ares, ander, anders, alaxandros, agape, agapi, agapitos, amyntas

Cleopatra, cassandra/casandra, charis, charileos, charilaos, Cleisthenes

glory, gloria

hero

illiad, illia/ilia/ilya/illya

Kleópatros

patro, philomela, philomena, Pátroklos, Patrizius, Paton, Patwin, Patricius, Patxi, Patryk, Pattison, Patty, Patricio, Patrido, Patton, Patric, Pattin, Patsy, Patli, Pathalan, Patanjali, Patterson, Patrik, Patrizio, Patrick, Patamon, Patrece, Patten, Patin, Pat, Paterson, Paten, Patricia, Pats, Patrice, paris, pantelis, peri, periklis

spear, spears, shield, stergios

troja, trojan, troy, tender, tenderly

[perfettamentechic]

24 agosto … ricordiamo …

24 agosto … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2018: Antonio Pennarella, attore italiano. Negli anni ottanta lavorò solamente in teatro. Dagli anni novanta fu accreditato nei titoli di testa di vari film distribuiti al cinema. (n. 1960) 2017: Jay Thomas, Jay Thomas Terrell, è stato un attore statunitense. (n. 1948) 2014: Aldo Donati, cantautore, attore e conduttore televisivo italiano.  (n. 1947) 2014: Richard Attenborough, Richard Samuel…

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Hey there just saying hi and I hope you are doing great 😊 do you having any writing in the works? Either way haven’t checked in in a while hope life is treating you kind dear 💕

Thank you so much for thinking of me ❤️

I have a lot of plates spinning, I'm really not sure what I have and haven't discussed here...

Off the top of my dome,

- Paterson x Collateral, a contract killer RC gets taxi driver Pat to drive her around as she bumps people off. Ofc, things soon go off the rails and they're both just trying to get through the night.

- Stalker!Clyde and some dark backstory of how he loses his hand. I'm really enjoying a darker, more sinister take on Clyde, especially as Halloween draws closer 😍

- A Matilda AU for Luca and Jude, where Mina's father insists Luca be sent to a military school when he's quite young, where he meets a Miss Honey type teacher.

- A Jacques request about him proving his affection to RC. I had to take a detour into his liaisons backfiring first because I live to torture these boys! 😈 And I get such a kick out of exploring their bad relationships/sexual experiences in the past and contrasting them to better ones now, I just can't get enough of that.

- A witch AU with Jacques that spans old timey characters and their descendants, now engaged in a blood feud. Jacques' descendant is set to visit a magical town where RC is expected to continue her family's tradition of exterminating Le Gris men.

- Sculptor!Henry, also with some past shenanigans and present day incarnations. A lot of art porn in that one.

- A Fifth Element AU and Ghost AU for Flip, one adventure-y, the other more romantic and somber.

- Underworld Kylo and Werewolf Jaques

- Ruined wedding with Charlie, where his estranged sister and her best friend expect their boyfriends to propose, but RC actually gets dumped instead. So she's stuck planning this big wedding for Charlie's sister with his help.

And probably about two dozen more things that are just outlined for the moment 🙂

Thank you again for the ask, it was very thoughtful and kind 💕 It really touched my heart to think someone wants to check in and see how things are going ❤️

I hope you have a wonderful weekend and I'm sending you love 😍

[joanquill]

Drunken Confessions

As you were about to go out drinking with your friends for the weekend, you bumped into your ex-lover, causing a damper to your mood.

Zack Paterson

Guide: (E/L): Your Ex Male Lover (L/N): Your Last Name (N/N): Your Nickname

“Knock, knock…” you mumbled, knocking on the door as you looked around the office while Paterson fixed his things.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” he grumbled, not looking up while you smiled and walked up to him.

“Is that any way to greet a friend?” you teased, earning a scoff from the man.

“Oh, relax… Lestrade just wanted to go grab a drink. Wanna come?”

“I’m busy,”

“With what?” he shot you a glare while you kept your smile.

“Come on…!” you whined as he walked past you, “You’ve been working your ass off for weeks now. You need a break!” you urged, following him out.

“And what better way to spend the weekend than with your best friends?” you joked, putting on puppy eyes as Paterson shook his head and ignored you, making you huff.

“I also asked Will to give you time off, you know?” you added, making him stop and raise a brow at you.

“Lestrade is getting suspicious. I joke that you’ve always been a stick in the mud, even back in the academy, but… He’s more sharp-eyed than you think,” you explained, walking up to him and looping your arm with his.

“So…? It’s my treat,” you smiled, making him sigh in defeat.

“…Just one drink...”

"I can't believe I agreed to this..."

"But you did," you smiled, skipping over the steps as Paterson followed behind.

"You always do," you cheekily grinned, making Paterson scoff and look away.

"Only because you are so stubborn,"

"You know you love me," you teased, leaning closer to him as he looked away, a pink hue on his cheeks.

"If you mean tolerating you, then yes."

"Aww... Love you too, Patty-"

"-(Y/N)?" a voice called out, making you stop and look around.

"(E/L)!" you gasped, surprised to see him with a girl hugging his arm.

"(Y/N), it's so nice to see you again!" (E/L) smiled, hugging you tightly.

"Haha, yeah. It's been a while," you smiled, awkwardly hugging back.

"Ahem," the girl cleared her throat as she placed a hand on (E/L)'s arm.

"Ah, right," he bashfully laughed, making the girl playfully roll her eyes.

"Love," (E/L) called the girl, making you widen your eyes, "This is (Y/N), one of my friends," (E/L) introduced, as the girl did a short bow.

"(Y/N), this is Ida, my fiancée," he introduced as the girl showed off her ring proudly, making your jaw drop.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaimed, putting on your best face, "Congratulations!" you smiled, shaking the hands of the two.

"Thank you," (E/L) sheepishly scratched the back of his head as Ida smiled lovingly.

Patterson raised a brow as he walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Let's go?" he said, pulling you away from the couple, "We can't keep Lestrade waiting,"

"R-Right," you smiled before looking back at the two, "Sorry, but we have to go," you apologetically smiled.

"Don't worry, we can catch up some other time!" (E/L) and Ida waved goodbye as you and Paterson walked away, waving back.

“Paterson!” Lestrade happily greeted, patting the man on the back.

“Thought you wouldn’t be able to make it,”

“Well, (L/N) can be very… persuasive,” Patterson pushed back his glasses as the two looked over at you, who seemed preoccupied.

"(L/N)," Paterson called out, bringing you back to earth.

"Hm? Ah, yeah!" you smiled, making Paterson furrow his brows.

“Not bad, (N/N),” Lestrade grinned as he messed your hair, making you chuckle.

“I do my best,” you bowed, making Patterson sigh and Lestrade laugh.

“So, off to the usual bar?"

"As always," Lestrade smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Throughout the way, Paterson noticed you seemed to be drifting away since your interaction with (E/L).

"I'll be right back," Lestrade grumbled, standing up from his seat, wobbling a little.

"Easy there, big guy," you giggled, helping him stand as he made his way to the bathroom.

You shook your head as you took a sip of your drink.

"He really goes all out when someone else is paying, huh?" you joked, making Paterson chuckle.

"It was your choice to pay," he replied, making you giggle.

Paterson looked over to you, noticing the light in your eyes was gone, and your smile and laughs seemed forced.

He sighed as he put down his glass.

"What's bothering you?" he asked, catching you by surprise.

"What?"

"Ever since you talked to that couple, you've been off," he pointed out, making you awkwardly chuckle.

"Nothing gets past you, huh?" you muttered, drinking your glass.

Paterson kept giving you a serious look, making you sigh.

"All right..." you gave in, waving your hand, "(E/L) was... my ex-fiancé," you kept your eyes on the wall of liquor as Paterson widened his eyes.

"We were supposed to get married years ago, but... I saw him with another girl. Ida, as I learned today," you dryly chuckled.

"He didn't know that I caught him cheating, but I broke it off," you bitterly smiled, swirling the alcohol in your glass.

"I just told him I didn't love him anymore, and I left. After that, we never spoke," you sighed, stretching your back.

"Sorry, kind of a downer story, huh?" you dryly laughed, but Paterson kept a thoughtful expression.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who asked," Patterson shrugged, making you smile.

"Thanks," you muttered, taking drinking your cup.

"If it's any consolation, your ex downgraded," he blurted out, making you spit into a laugh.

"W-Where did that come from!?" you asked, giggling between words, making him smile.

"Just thought you needed a pick-me-up," he shrugged as your laughter started to calm down.

You smiled at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder, surprising him.

"Thanks, Pat..." you muttered sincerely, making him smile.

"Only because it's you," he whispered, taking another swing.

Your eyes widened at his words as you looked up at him.

He was facing away from you, but his face was completely flushed.

From the alcohol or embarrassment, you weren't sure.

"Well, aren't you two getting chummy?" Lestrade exclaimed, making you move away.

"Lestrade! How long have you been there!?" you scolded as the man went back to his seat.

"Just now," he smiled, giving you a knowing look while you scoffed.

"Nothing happened,"

"Right... If two wanted to be alone, you should've just told me," he grinned, taking his jacket and bag.

"I'm telling you, it's not like that!" you urged, pulling him back to his seat as Paterson sighed.

'Drinking might not have been a good idea...'  he thought, looking down on his cup.

[cultfaction]

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