#the scottish motorcycle show

[p-redux]

Well, now we know where Sam will be this weekend, at least. Still in Scotland.

The Scottish motorcycle show is this weekend 👇

Ingliston is near Edinburgh. 👇

I'm hearing in DM that there's also a Scotland vs Ireland 6 Nations Rugby match on Sunday in Edinburgh. Sooooo, looks like Sam will be in Edinburgh area this weekend.

[little-horror-smut]

Breaking Boundries

Chibs Telford x Reader

CW; 18+ only. SMUT, alot of detailed sxy time.

This is my first time posting, hope its to you alls liking. Bit of a long one, typed it on my phone so bare with me. If there are any mistakes feel free to let me know!

Off limits. Thats what you have been all your life. As Clay Morrows daughter, there wasn't a chance in hell any of the guys could touch you. Yet the thought of them lingered in your head. Especially of one man. His grey locks that mingled with his dark brown hair. His thick scottish accent that you could spend days listening to. His always protective nature.

You worked as a mechanic for the garage. Having grown up there, you were always watching the men work. You didn't want to do all the girly stuff they presented you with. Always being drawn back to motorcycles. Finally they gave up and let you learn. They knew you were gonna do it anyhow. Because of the work you did, you've always worn baggy clothes. It was the most comfortable to work in. You joked around like the guys and they treated you as one in return.

They would do anything in a heartbeat for you.

You we're working on a car for a customer. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and your hands were covered in grease. You couldn't figure out what was causing the trouble. Scratching your head, leaving a greasy mark on your hair and face, you hadn't noticed it happening.

"What have you been rollin' round in?" A thick Scottish accent filled the room. Confused you looked up, chibs standing close by. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, love?" He said, pointing at his face. As you walked over to one of the mirrors hanging there, you chuckled. "Been too stuck with this car. I can't figure out for the life of me whats wrong" you sighed in frustration as you walked back over to the car. Leaning over the open hood. Chibs came standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. He placed his hand forward to point something out. His warm body connecting to yours. You felt something flutter inside your stomach. Something you had never felt before. "Let me take a closer look" Chibs said as he moved away from you and leaned in on the car. His hand ever so slightly brushing your butt while he moved. A blush rose to your cheeks. You try to compose yourself, not knowing this side of you. Chibs was full on invested in this car now, helping you figure out what was going on.

"You comin' to Bobby's release party?" He asked while he was wiping his hands on a rag. "You kidding? Wouldn't wanna miss it!" You replied in a cheerfull manner. "Aight. Just let your daddy know" Chibs winked. You rolled your eyes at his comment. "I can take care of myself you know? Besides, i have you guys to look out for me" winking back at chibs. A giggle leaving his mouth.

"See you tonight then, love" He kissed the top of your head and left.

You sighed at the feeling this man had stirred in you. "You gotta clear your head girl.." you mumbled under your breath as you finished up the car.

You stood before your closet. The dress you had bought a while ago was still hanging there with tags and all. Maybe it was time to wear it. The little black dress you loved to stare at but dreaded to wear. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night you were gonna show the guys what you had been hiding. You grabbed the dress and hopped into the bathroom. You put on some fishnet stockings, the little black dress that hugged every inch of your curves and some beautiful lace up high heeled boots. You finished your look by putting on eyeliner with a cat wing and a bold red lipstick. As you walked back into your bedroom, you took a look at yourself in the dressing mirror. You couldn't believe it was you. So different, yet you loved how it made you feel.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?" Gemma called from the kitchen. You took a deep breath and went to face gemma. "Well look at that" Gemma smiled. "Are you sure thats Y/N? Because i ain't never seen her before"

A warm feeling enlightened you at Gemma's compliment. "Thanks Gem" you said as you went to grab your red leather jacket. "Now we need to make sure your father doesn't see you before we make the party" Gemma chuckled. "Come on"

As you arrived at the party, heads were turning with every step you took. You couldn't help but feel a little awkward with all the attention you got. This was not something you were used to. But you tried to keep yourself composed, you head held high and trying to extrude confidence with every step.

"Almost didn't recognize you" Chibs said, his voice husky. "You look absolutely stunnin' " he added, looking you up and down. "Thanks, Chibs" you said nervously and with a blush.

He poured you a whiskey "here you go love" raising his glass. You toasted on a fun night. As you took a sip, you felt the warmth of the liqour burn your throat. A familiar feeling, soothing your nerves.

As the evening wound on, you found yourself on the dancefloor. The booze was working, your nervous edge was gone. You felt the rythem go through your body. Your heart in sync with the beat. Hips swaying side to side. Suddenly you felt two hands on your hips and a warmth filling up behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see who it was, your eyes widenend at the sight of chibs. "You've been on my mind all night" he whispered in a coarse voice, his breath hot against your skin. Sending shivers down your spine. "You're playin' a devils game. Swingin' yer hips like that" as he pulled your hips against his groin. You gasped by feeling of it. You quickly turned around. "What are you doing, chibs?" Your voice slightly trembling. "If Clay sees you, your a dead man" A smirk appeared on chibs his face. "Lets go somewhere more private then.." as he quickly grabbed your arm and led you away from the crowd. You heart paced faster every step you took. You had no idea what had gotten into Chibs but you also didn't mind it.

He had led you to the garage, where the car was standing you worked on earlier today. Making sure everything was closed, he pulled you in. Your faces only inches apart. Your hot breaths mingling. He cupped your face roughly. "Your drivin' me crazy, Y/N" as he pulled your face even closer. Your lips almost touching. You wanted to say something, nothing that made sense came to mind. "I..-" Before you could utter another word, Chibs crashed his lips onto yours. Electricity went through your body, your eyes widenend at the initial encouter but quickly closed. You kissed back, putting your hands up in his hair. His tongue sought entrance. As you let him enter, the taste was of whiskey and cigarettes. A hint of sweet lingering in there. With every move your tongues made, the more he awakened in you. Before you knew it, he was tugging at your dress.

His hands desperate to take it off. He grunted a with frustration, which made you smile in return. He turned you around and pushed you down. Bend over the hood of the car. He lifted up your dress. "Fuck.. thats a pretty sight" he grinned with heavy breath, yet soflty spoken. He ripped your fishnets, leaving a perfect hole. He got on his knees and started kissing up your legs. A moan escaped your lips. His grip on your ass tightend by hearing your pleasure. As he made his way up, he spread your ass so he could reach you better. He pulled your panties to the side. His tongue caressed your lips, tasting your sweetness. More soft moans started escaping your mouth. His movement became rougher, as he licked, kissed and sucked. Panting heavy "you taste so good" he groaned under his breath. He stood up and unbuckled his pants. Revealing his throbbing cock. One hand on your ass and one stroking his cock, he looked at the beautiful sight infront of him. The woman, a forbidden desire, on the hood of a car in a greasy garage. Every mechanics dream. He stepped in closer, rubbing his tip against your wetness. You bit your lip in pleasure and anticipation. He entered, his big size filling you all up. Your tightness around his cock made him moan. You gasped as you felt him go deeper. He slowly started moving, squeezing your ass in pleasure. He tilted his back and breathed heavy with pleasure. He started picking up the pace. Every move you felt him inside you, your wetness grew. Moans left your lips, every thrust bringing you more pleasure. He leaned forward and grabbed your hair. "Who's a good girl' " he smirked, his thick scottish accent filling the air. His voice making you tremble. He grunted and moaned with every move he made inside you.

He grabbed your hips and moved faster and faster. He was almost at his climax. You used your hand to please yourself. Panting you said "im.. almos- fuck.. almost there" A smile grew on his face as your words turned him on even more. "Cum for me love" he said, feeling himself coming closer. As you let it happen, your warmth pulsated around his cock. Not even a few seconds later he filled you with his warm liquid. Thrusting one last time, a loud groan came out. All together in sync with your moans and pulsating body. 

Chibs panted heavy as he leaned one hand on the hood of the car. "This was the best mistake I've made so far" he said with a heavy yet satisfied voice and a light chuckle. He pulled out and put his pants back on. You stood up, pulling your dress down and putting your panties in place. "Thats kinda hot you know' Pullin your panties up like that" he said as he lit up a cigarette. "Oh shut it" you giggled as you slapped his arm playfully. "Lets get our asses back to the party, before anyone notices were gone" you said, the realization of the situation sinking in. Chibs nodded, making his way over to garage door to open it. "Shit.. i can't believe this actually happened" you admitted with a slight chuckle at the end.

Chibs smirked and looked at you

"You know I'm always a big fan of Breaking Boundries"

[ladyeckland28]

Shadows Of Charming

A fan fiction by Ecky

Starring @samcrosfaith

**Disclaimer:**

This fan fiction story is a creative work set in the Sons of Anarchy universe, inspired by the original series created by Kurt Sutter. It contains mature content, including violence and strong language, in line with the tone of the show. Please enjoy this fan tribute for entertainment purposes only. Thank you for being part of this fan fiction journey in the world of Sons of Anarchy.

Part 1: Arrival

The night cloaked Charming in a veil of secrecy as Sam Crois Faith stepped off the Greyhound bus. Her combat boots hit the cracked pavement with a soft thud, the sound barely audible over the idling engine. She tugged her black leather jacket tighter around her slender frame, her piercing blue eyes scanning the deserted bus station.

Sam's heart raced, her breath shallow. Every shadow seemed to hide a threat, every rustle of leaves a potential pursuer. She knew Damien wouldn't give up easily. The thought of his rage, his possessive fury, sent a chill down her spine.

"You okay there, miss?" The bus driver's gruff voice startled her.

Sam forced a smile, tucking a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear. "Yeah, thanks. Just... taking it all in."

The driver nodded, unconvinced. "Well, be careful. Charming ain't always as nice as its name suggests."

As the bus pulled away, leaving Sam alone in the pool of dim streetlight, she muttered, "Nowhere is."

With her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, Sam set off into the unknown streets of Charming. The town slumbered, unaware of the storm she brought with her. Shop windows reflected her pale face and dark attire, a gothic apparition gliding through the night.

Sam had no destination in mind, just an desperate need to disappear. Each step took her further from Damien, but the invisible tether of fear still bound her. She walked for what felt like hours, the weight of her past growing heavier with each block.

As dawn began to bleed into the sky, Sam found herself in front of a garage. The sign read "Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair." A row of gleaming motorcycles caught her eye, their chrome accents reflecting the first rays of sunlight.

"You lost, darlin'?"

Sam whirled around, her hand instinctively reaching for the switchblade in her pocket. A man with wild, curly hair and piercing blue eyes regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. His kutte bore patches she didn't recognize, but the words "Sons of Anarchy" were clear.

"I... I'm new in town," Sam stammered, forcing her hand away from the concealed weapon. "Just walking."

The man's lips curled into a grin that was equal parts charm and menace. "Hell of a long walk. Sun's barely up." He extended a hand. "Name's Tig. And you are?"

Sam hesitated before shaking his hand. "Sam."

Tig's eyebrows rose. "Sam? That short for Samantha?"

"No," she replied curtly. "Just Sam."

Before Tig could respond, the rumble of motorcycles filled the air. Three bikes pulled into the lot, their riders eyeing Sam with obvious suspicion.

"Making new friends, Tiggy?" A blonde man with a neatly trimmed beard dismounted, his eyes never leaving Sam.

"Just being neighborly, Jax," Tig replied, his grin widening. "This here's Sam. Says she's new in town."

Jax approached, his swagger confident but cautious. "That right? What brings you to Charming, Sam?"

Sam's mind raced. She couldn't tell the truth, but lies had never come easily to her. "I... I'm just passing through. Looking for work, maybe."

A older man with scars on his cheeks stepped forward, his Scottish accent thick. "Aye, and what kind of work would that be? Don't recall many job openings for gothic princesses 'round here."

Sam bristled at the comment. "I can do anything. Mechanic, bartender, whatever pays."

Jax exchanged glances with his companions before turning back to Sam. "Why don't you come inside? We can talk about it over coffee."

It wasn't a request. Sam knew she was trapped, at least for the moment. She nodded, following Jax and the others into the garage's office.

The space was cluttered but organized, with a distinct masculine energy. Sam perched on the edge of a worn couch, hyper-aware of the exit points and potential weapons.

"So, Sam," Jax began, leaning against a desk. "Where you from?"

"Around," Sam replied vaguely.

The Scottish man snorted. "Aye, that's specific."

"Chibs," Jax said, a warning in his tone. He turned back to Sam. "Look, we don't mean to interrogate you. But Charming's a small town, and we like to know who's coming and going. Especially when they show up at our doorstep at dawn."

Sam's fingers twitched, itching for a cigarette. "I told you, I'm just looking for work. Is that a crime?"

"Depends on the kind of work," a new voice interjected. A woman entered the office, her presence instantly commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, fixed on Sam. "You running from something, sweetheart?"

Sam's breath caught in her throat. This woman saw too much, knew too much with just a glance. "Aren't we all?" Sam countered, trying to keep her voice steady.

The woman's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I'm Gemma. Jax's mother." She looked at her son. "Clay's looking for you. Club business."

Jax nodded, then addressed Sam. "Stay put. We're not done talking."

As the men filed out, Gemma took a seat across from Sam. The two women studied each other in tense silence.

"You're in trouble," Gemma finally said. It wasn't a question.

Sam's defenses crumbled under Gemma's penetrating gaze. "You have no idea."

Gemma leaned forward. "Try me, sweetheart. I've seen it all."

For a moment, Sam considered spilling everything. The words danced on the tip of her tongue – Damien, the drugs, the beatings, the desperate escape. But years of caution held her back.

"I can't," Sam whispered. "It's not safe. For anyone."

Gemma's expression softened, just slightly. "Honey, nothing in this life is safe. But sometimes, the right danger can keep you alive."

Before Sam could respond, the office door burst open. Jax stormed in, his face a mask of barely contained rage.

"We've got a problem," he announced. "Seems our new friend here brought some baggage with her. There's a guy tearing up Main Street, flashing your picture." He fixed Sam with a hard stare. "Want to tell us what the hell is going on?"

Sam's world tilted. Damien had found her. The fragile illusion of escape shattered, leaving only cold, familiar dread.

"I have to go," she gasped, bolting for the door.

But Tig blocked her path, his earlier friendliness replaced by steely resolve. "Not so fast, doll. You've got some explaining to do."

Trapped between Damien's approaching storm and the Sons' suspicion, Sam realized she had run out of options. The shadows of Charming had ensnared her, and there was nowhere left to hide.

****

Part 2: Revelations

Sam's eyes darted frantically between the Sons, searching for an escape route that didn't exist. Her chest tightened, breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

"Hey, hey," Jax said, his tone softening as he noticed her distress. "Take it easy. We're not gonna hurt you, but we need answers. Now."

Gemma stood, placing a steadying hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sit down, sweetheart. Deep breaths."

As Sam sank back onto the couch, Chibs peered out the window. "Shite. We've got company, Jackie boy. Mean-looking bastard in a suit, asking questions at the gas station across the street."

Jax's jaw clenched. "Tig, take Juice and run interference. Keep him busy, but don't engage. I want to hear Sam's story first."

As Tig nodded and left, Jax pulled up a chair directly in front of Sam. His blue eyes, so like her own, held a mixture of concern and wariness. "Start talking."

Sam took a shaky breath. "His name is Damien Cross. He's... he was my boyfriend."

"The guy out there?" Jax pressed.

Sam nodded. "He's dangerous. More than you know. I had to get away."

Chibs scoffed. "Aye, we gathered that much, lass. What we need to know is how dangerous, and to whom?"

"To everyone," Sam whispered. She looked up, meeting Jax's gaze. "Damien isn't just some abusive ex. He's a drug lord, with connections spreading from here to Mexico and even Colombia."

The tension in the room ratcheted up several notches. Jax and Chibs exchanged loaded glances.

"Jesus Christ," Gemma muttered. "You sure know how to pick 'em, don't you?"

Sam's eyes flashed. "I didn't choose this. I was a stupid kid who thought she was in love. By the time I realized what Damien really was, it was too late."

"How deep are you in this?" Jax asked, leaning forward.

"Deep enough to know too much," Sam replied. "Names, routes, contacts. Damien liked to brag when he was high. Said it turned him on that I knew how powerful he was."

Jax stood abruptly, pacing the small office. "Shit. This is bigger than we thought."

The door burst open, and a young man with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his scalp rushed in. "Jax, we've got a problem. That guy? He's not alone. There's at least four more, armed, circling the block."

"Thanks, Juice," Jax said, his mind racing. "Get everyone inside. Now."

As Juice left, Jax turned back to Sam. "How many men does Damien usually travel with?"

"At least a dozen," Sam said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ex-military, mostly. Loyal to a fault."

"Christ," Chibs muttered. "We're outnumbered and outgunned."

Jax's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his expression darkening. "Clay wants us in church. Now." He pointed at Sam. "You're coming with us. Gemma, keep an eye on things out here."

Gemma nodded, her face a mask of grim determination. "Be careful, baby."

Jax led Sam through the garage and into a back room. A large wooden table dominated the space, carved with a reaper logo. Men in kuttes similar to Jax's filled the chairs around it, their faces a mix of curiosity and hostility.

An older man with graying hair and scarred hands sat at the head of the table. His piercing gaze locked onto Sam. "This the girl?"

"Yeah," Jax replied, guiding Sam to stand at the foot of the table. "Clay, we've got a situation."

Over the next few minutes, Jax laid out what they'd learned about Damien and his operation. The room grew increasingly tense as the full scope of the threat became clear.

Clay's eyes never left Sam. "And how do we know she's not working with this Damien? Could be a setup."

Sam's temper flared. "If I was working with him, why would I tell you about his operation? I'm trying to get away from him, not lure you in!"

"Watch your tone, little girl," Clay growled. "You brought this shitstorm to our doorstep. Far as I'm concerned, that makes you a threat."

"Clay," Jax interjected, his voice tight. "She's scared and alone. We need to focus on the real problem here."

A large man with a wild beard spoke up. "Jax is right. If this Damien's got the connections Sam says he does, we could be looking at a full-scale war. Mayans, Niners, everyone's gonna want a piece of this action."

"Opie's got a point," Chibs added. "We need to tread carefully here."

Clay leaned back, his eyes narrowing. "Alright. Jax, take Tig and Chibs. Go talk to this Damien character. See what he wants."

"And Sam?" Jax asked.

Clay's lip curled. "She stays here. Insurance."

As the meeting broke up, Sam grabbed Jax's arm. "Please, don't hand me over to him. He'll kill me."

Jax's expression softened. "We're not gonna let that happen. Just sit tight, okay?"

As Jax left with Tig and Chibs, the remaining Sons eyed Sam warily. She hugged herself, feeling more alone than ever.

Outside, Jax approached the sleek black SUV parked across from Teller-Morrow. A tall man in an expensive suit leaned against it, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Damien Cross, I presume?" Jax called out.

The man's dark eyes glittered. "And you must be the local muscle. Jackson Teller, right? I've heard interesting things about you and your little club."

Jax's stomach churned. This man radiated danger in a way few others did. "Seems like you've done your homework. Want to tell me why you're tearing up my town?"

Damien's smile widened. "Come now, Mr. Teller. We both know why I'm here. Where is she?"

"Who?" Jax asked, feigning ignorance.

Damien chuckled, the sound devoid of any real mirth. "Please. Don't insult my intelligence. Samantha is mine. She belongs with me. I've come to take her home."

Tig stepped forward, his hand twitching near his gun. "Listen, asshole. I don't know who you think you are, but—"

In a flash, Damien had a pistol trained on Tig's forehead. "I'm the man who can have this entire town turned into a war zone with one phone call. So please, choose your next words carefully."

Jax raised his hands placatingly. "Easy. We're just talking here."

Damien lowered the gun but didn't holster it. "Indeed we are. So let's talk business, Mr. Teller. I know your club has certain... entrepreneurial interests. I'm willing to offer you a mutually beneficial arrangement. All I ask in return is Samantha."

"And if we don't have her?" Jax asked.

Damien's eyes hardened. "Then things will become very unpleasant for Charming. You see, I have friends in low places. The cartels owe me favors. It would be a shame if they decided to move their operations into this quaint little town."

The threat hung in the air, heavy and ominous. Jax's mind raced, weighing their options.

"Give me 24 hours," Jax finally said. "If she's here, I'll convince her to meet with you. Peacefully."

Damien studied Jax for a long moment before nodding. "24 hours. Not a minute more." He got into his SUV. "Oh, and Mr. Teller? Don't try to run. There's nowhere she can go that I won't find her."

As the SUV pulled away, Chibs turned to Jax. "What's the play here, Jackie boy?"

Jax ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know yet. But we need to find out more about this guy. Juice!"

The young intelligence officer jogged over. "Yeah, boss?"

"I need everything you can find on Damien Cross. Dig deep. I want to know every skeleton in his closet."

Back inside, Sam paced the small office like a caged animal. Gemma watched her with a mixture of sympathy and suspicion.

"You weren't entirely truthful before, were you?" Gemma asked.

Sam stopped pacing. "What do you mean?"

Gemma leaned forward. "You said you were just some stupid kid who fell for the wrong guy. But there's more to it than that, isn't there?"

Sam's shoulders slumped. "How did you know?"

"Honey, I've been around long enough to spot a girl running from her past. And you? You're running from more than just a bad relationship."

Tears welled up in Sam's eyes. "I didn't have a choice. My parents died when I was 16. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Damien... he seemed so kind at first. Offered me a home, a family."

Gemma's expression softened. "And by the time you realized what he really wanted, you were in too deep."

Sam nodded, wiping away a tear. "He made me help him. Said it was the price for his protection. I... I've done things, Gemma. Terrible things."

Before Gemma could respond, the office door opened. Jax entered, his face grim.

"We've got a problem," he announced. "Damien's given us 24 hours to hand you over, or he's bringing a cartel war to Charming."

Sam's face paled. "Oh God. I never should have come here. I've put you all in danger."

Jax shook his head. "This isn't on you. But we need to figure out our next move, fast."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Juice entered, his laptop tucked under his arm. "Jax, you're gonna want to see this."

They gathered around as Juice opened his computer. "I did some digging on Damien Cross. This guy's no joke. He's got ties to the Galindo Cartel, the Russian mob, even some rogue CIA operatives."

"Jesus Christ," Jax muttered.

"That's not all," Juice continued. "I found some chatter on the dark web. Seems Damien's been making moves lately, consolidating power. Word is, he's planning something big. Like, 'reshape the entire West Coast drug trade' big."

Sam's eyes widened. "The Avalon Project," she whispered.

All eyes turned to her. "What's that?" Jax demanded.

"It's... it's Damien's master plan," Sam explained, her voice shaking. "He wants to create a new pipeline, one that bypasses the traditional cartels. He's been working on it for years, calling in favors, making alliances."

"And you know the details of this plan?" Clay asked, having entered silently during Juice's explanation.

Sam nodded. "Some of it. Enough to destroy everything he's worked for."

A tense silence fell over the room. Finally, Clay spoke. "Alright. Here's what we're gonna do. Jax, you and Opie reach out to Alvarez. See if the Mayans have heard anything about this Avalon Project. Chibs, touch base with the Irish. If Damien's making moves this big, they might have some intel."

"What about me?" Sam asked quietly.

Clay fixed her with a hard stare. "You're gonna tell us everything you know about Damien's operation. Every safe house, every contact, every dirty little secret. If we're going to war, we need all the ammunition we can get."

As the Sons dispersed to carry out their tasks, Jax pulled Sam aside. "Hey. You okay?"

Sam let out a shaky breath. "No. Not really. Jax, I... I'm sorry for bringing this to your doorstep. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Jax's expression softened. "I know. But you're not alone anymore, Sam. We're gonna figure this out."

For the first time since arriving in Charming, Sam felt a glimmer of hope. But as she looked into Jax's eyes, she saw something that both thrilled and terrified her – a fierce protectiveness that mirrored Damien's in the early days.

"Be careful, Jax," she whispered. "Damien has a way of twisting people, of making them do things they never thought they were capable of."

Jax squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "I can handle myself. You just focus on staying safe and remembering everything you can about Damien's operation. We're gonna need every edge we can get."

As Jax left to meet with the Mayans, Sam couldn't shake the feeling that she had set something in motion that would change Charming forever. The shadows were deepening, and she feared that by the time this was over, they might consume them all.

Outside, Damien Cross sat in his SUV, a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, everything is proceeding as planned. The Sons took the bait, just as we anticipated." He paused, listening. "No, they don't suspect a thing. By the time they realize the true scope of the Avalon Project, it will be too late. Charming will be ours, and with it, the key to controlling the entire West Coast."

As he hung up, Damien's gaze fixed on Teller-Morrow Automotive. A cold smile played on his lips. The pieces were falling into place, and soon, very soon, he would have everything he wanted – Sam, Charming, and an empire that would make him the most powerful man in California.

The clock was ticking, and the fate of Charming hung in the balance.

****

Part 3: Unraveling Threads

The chapel of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse had never felt so claustrophobic. Sam sat at the far end of the table, surrounded by leather-clad bikers whose expressions ranged from curiosity to outright hostility. Clay presided over the impromptu meeting, his scarred hands splayed on the wooden surface.

"Alright, darlin'," he growled. "Start talking. We need everything you know about this Avalon Project."

Sam took a deep breath, steeling herself. "The Avalon Project isn't just about drugs. It's about power. Total control over the West Coast's underworld."

Tig leaned forward, his blue eyes intense. "How's he planning to pull that off? Guy's got balls, I'll give him that."

"It's a three-pronged approach," Sam explained. "First, he's been quietly buying up properties all along the coast – warehouses, docks, even small airfields. Second, he's been infiltrating local law enforcement and government offices, planting his people or blackmailing officials."

"And the third prong?" Jax prompted.

Sam's eyes met his. "Us. Or rather, clubs like yours. Damien believes that if he can control or eliminate the major MCs, he'll have a clear path to dominance."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Chibs was the first to break it. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The bastard's trying to build himself a bloody empire."

Clay's jaw clenched. "You're telling me this Damien character thinks he can just waltz in and take over? He's got another thing coming."

"You don't understand," Sam insisted, her voice rising. "Damien's not just some upstart drug lord. He's methodical, patient. He's been planning this for years."

Opie spoke up, his deep voice rumbling through the tension. "How do you know all this? No offense, but you don't strike me as the criminal mastermind type."

Sam's gaze dropped to the table. "I told you, Damien liked to brag when he was high. But... that's not the whole truth." She took a shaky breath. "I was more involved than I let on. Damien... he was grooming me to be his partner in all this. Said I had a mind for strategy."

The revelation sent a ripple of unease through the room. Jax's eyes narrowed. "Just how involved were you, Sam?"

Before she could answer, Juice burst into the chapel, laptop in hand. "Guys, we've got a problem. A big one."

Clay glared at the interruption. "This better be good, Juice."

"I've been monitoring police channels and dark web chatter," Juice explained, setting his computer on the table. "In the last hour, there's been a spike in activity. Looks like someone's making moves against every major MC on the West Coast. The Mayans just had one of their gun shipments seized. The Niners are dealing with a sudden influx of rival dealers in their territory."

Jax's eyes widened. "It's starting. Damien's making his play."

Sam nodded grimly. "The Avalon Project was always designed to be a swift, coordinated attack. Weaken all potential opposition simultaneously."

Clay slammed his hand on the table. "Goddammit! We need to shut this down now. Jax, get Alvarez on the phone. We need to coordinate with the Mayans. Chibs, reach out to the Irish. If Damien's disrupting gun shipments, they need to know."

As the Sons scrambled into action, Sam felt a hand on her arm. She looked up to see Gemma, concern etched on her face.

"Come on, honey," Gemma said softly. "Let's get you some air while the boys figure this out."

Outside, the California sun felt at odds with the darkness gathering around them. Sam leaned against the garage wall, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.

"You're carrying a hell of a lot of guilt, aren't you?" Gemma observed, lighting her own smoke.

Sam exhaled a plume of smoke. "You have no idea."

"Try me," Gemma challenged. "I've seen my fair share of shit in this life."

For a moment, Sam considered brushing her off. But something in Gemma's eyes – a mix of hardness and understanding – made her reconsider.

"I didn't just know about Damien's plans," Sam confessed. "I helped create them. The strategy, the timing – a lot of that was me. I thought... I thought I was building something. Creating order out of chaos."

Gemma studied her for a long moment. "And when did you realize you were just trading one kind of chaos for another?"

Sam's laugh was hollow. "When I saw what it was doing to people. The lives destroyed, the communities torn apart. Damien didn't care about any of that. To him, it was all just numbers on a spreadsheet."

"So you ran," Gemma finished.

Sam nodded. "But not before I sabotaged what I could. Changed some key details in the plans, altered delivery schedules. It won't stop Damien, but it might slow him down."

Gemma's expression softened slightly. "You did what you had to do to survive. We've all got shit we're not proud of."

Before Sam could respond, Jax emerged from the clubhouse, his face grim. "We've got trouble. Alvarez says the Mayans are under attack. Looks like Damien's men are making a play for their territory."

Gemma straightened. "What are you gonna do?"

Jax ran a hand through his hair. "We don't have a choice. We need to help the Mayans. If Damien takes them out, we're next."

Sam stepped forward. "Let me help. I know Damien's tactics, his weak points."

Jax hesitated, studying her. "You sure about this? Once you're in, there's no going back."

Sam met his gaze steadily. "I'm already in, Jax. Might as well do some good while I'm here."

Inside the clubhouse, plans were coming together rapidly. Maps were spread across the chapel table, marked with potential targets and strongholds.

"Alvarez says they're hitting the Mayans from three directions," Jax explained, pointing to the map. "Here, here, and here. They're trying to cut off escape routes and supply lines."

Chibs nodded. "Classic pincer movement. Bastard knows his stuff."

Sam leaned in, her eyes scanning the map. "There," she said, pointing to a spot just outside Oakland. "That's where Damien will be coordinating from. He always likes to be close to the action, but not too close."

Opie raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Sam nodded. "Positive. It's an old civil defense bunker. Damien had it retrofitted as a mobile command center."

Clay's eyes narrowed. "If we could take out their command post..."

"We could throw their whole operation into chaos," Jax finished. He turned to Sam. "What kind of defenses are we looking at?"

Sam closed her eyes, recalling details she'd tried so hard to forget. "At least a dozen men, heavily armed. State-of-the-art security system. But..." She paused, a memory surfacing. "There's a weakness. A maintenance tunnel that doesn't show up on any official plans. Damien had it built as an escape route."

Tig grinned. "Sounds like our way in."

Clay nodded. "Alright. Jax, take Opie, Chibs, and Tig. Hit that command post hard and fast. Juice, you're on tech support. The rest of us will coordinate with the Mayans, try to push back Damien's men on the ground."

As the Sons prepared for battle, strapping on kevlar and checking weapons, Sam felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Fear, guilt, but also a strange sense of purpose.

Jax approached her, adjusting his holster. "You sure you're up for this? It's gonna get ugly out there."

Sam met his gaze, her blue eyes hardening with resolve. "I helped create this mess. It's time I helped clean it up."

Jax nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Alright. Stay close to me. And Sam?" He paused, his expression serious. "When this is over, we're gonna have a long talk about everything you know."

As they headed for the bikes, the roar of engines filling the air, Sam couldn't shake the feeling that she was crossing a point of no return. The shadows of her past were colliding with the uncertain future of Charming, and she was caught in the middle of the storm.

The ride to Oakland was tense, each member lost in their own thoughts. Sam clung to Jax, the wind whipping through her hair, carrying with it the scent of impending violence.

As they approached the outskirts of the city, Jax's voice crackled over the helmet comms. "Alright, boys. We go in quiet. Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast. Sam, you're with me. Lead us to that tunnel."

They ditched the bikes a mile out, approaching the bunker on foot. Sam's heart raced as she led them through overgrown paths, memories of her time with Damien flashing through her mind.

"There," she whispered, pointing to a rusted grate barely visible beneath a tangle of vines. "That's our way in."

Tig made quick work of the lock, and soon they were crawling through the dank tunnel. The sounds of activity grew louder as they approached the main chamber.

Jax held up a hand, signaling them to stop. He turned to Sam, his voice barely audible. "Last chance to back out."

Sam shook her head. "I'm seeing this through."

With a nod, Jax gave the signal. The Sons burst into action, catching Damien's men off guard. The room erupted into chaos – gunfire, shouts, the crash of equipment being overturned.

Sam stayed low, her eyes scanning the room for Damien. She spotted him near a bank of computers, barking orders into a phone.

"Jax!" she called out, pointing. "There!"

Jax fought his way across the room, determination etched on his face. But before he could reach Damien, a familiar voice cut through the din.

"Well, well. Samantha. I must say, I'm impressed."

Sam froze, her blood running cold. She turned slowly to see Damien standing just a few feet away, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" Damien asked, his voice deceptively calm. "That you could betray everything we built together?"

Sam's hand inched towards the gun Jax had given her. "It's over, Damien. Your plan's falling apart."

Damien's laugh was chilling. "Oh, my dear. This?" He gestured to the chaos around them. "This is just the beginning. You of all people should know – I always have a contingency plan."

As if on cue, a new wave of armed men flooded into the room. The Sons found themselves outnumbered and outgunned.

Damien's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Now, Samantha. It's time to come home. We have an empire to build."

Sam's mind raced, searching for a way out. But as she looked around at the Sons – bloodied, cornered, but still defiant – she realized there was only one path forward.

"No," she said, her voice steady. "I'm done running. And I'm done hiding." She raised her gun, aiming it squarely at Damien's chest. "This ends now."

The room fell silent, all eyes on Sam and Damien. The fate of Charming, and perhaps the entire West Coast underworld, hung in the balance.

Sam's finger tightened on the trigger, her past and future converging in this single, defining moment.

*****

Part 4: Reckoning

Time seemed to slow as Sam faced down Damien, her finger poised on the trigger. The air crackled with tension, punctuated by the ragged breathing of those around them.

Damien's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something – respect, perhaps, or fear – crossing his face. "You won't do it, Samantha. You don't have it in you."

Sam's hand trembled slightly, but her aim remained true. "You're wrong, Damien. You don't know me anymore. Maybe you never did."

Jax inched closer, his gun trained on Damien's men. "Sam," he said softly, "you don't have to do this. We can end this another way."

Damien's laugh was cold. "Listen to your new friend, Samantha. Put the gun down, and maybe I'll let him and his little biker gang live."

The threat snapped something in Sam. In that moment, she saw with crystal clarity the path that had led her here – every compromise, every justification, every step deeper into darkness. And she saw, too, the possibility of redemption.

"No more threats," Sam said, her voice steady. "No more manipulation. It's over, Damien."

She squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the bunker, followed by a moment of stunned silence. Damien looked down at his chest, a red stain blossoming on his expensive shirt. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met Sam's one last time before he crumpled to the floor.

Chaos erupted. Damien's men, momentarily frozen by their leader's fall, surged forward. The Sons met them head-on, the room exploding into a frenzy of gunfire and hand-to-hand combat.

Sam felt a strong hand grasp her arm. It was Jax, pulling her behind an overturned desk. "Stay down!" he shouted over the din.

The battle raged, neither side willing to give ground. Sam watched in a daze as Tig took down two men with savage efficiency, while Chibs and Opie fought back-to-back, a whirlwind of fists and bullets.

Suddenly, a new sound cut through the chaos – police sirens, growing louder by the second.

"Shit!" Jax cursed. "We gotta move. Now!"

He grabbed Sam's hand, leading her towards the exit tunnel. The other Sons disengaged, providing covering fire as they retreated.

They emerged into the fading daylight, the sirens now deafeningly close. "The bikes," Opie panted. "We'll never make it."

Jax's mind raced. "The trees. We'll lose them in the woods. Move!"

They plunged into the dense foliage, the sounds of pursuit fading behind them. Sam's lungs burned as she ran, branches whipping at her face. She could hear the labored breathing of the Sons around her, the occasional curse as someone stumbled in the gathering darkness.

After what felt like hours, Jax finally called a halt. They huddled in a small clearing, catching their breath and assessing injuries.

"Everyone okay?" Jax asked, his eyes scanning the group.

There were nods all around, though Tig was sporting a nasty gash on his arm, and Chibs had a rapidly swelling eye.

Sam leaned against a tree, the adrenaline ebbing from her system. The full weight of what she'd done – what they'd all done – began to settle on her shoulders.

Jax approached her, his expression unreadable. "You okay?"

Sam laughed humorlessly. "I just killed a man. The man I once thought I loved. So no, Jax. I'm not okay."

Jax nodded, understanding in his eyes. "You did what you had to do. We all did."

"He's right, lass," Chibs added, limping over. "That bastard would've burned the whole coast to the ground if you hadn't stopped him."

Sam closed her eyes, fighting back tears. "Maybe. But where does that leave me? I'm no better than he was."

"Bullshit," Tig interjected, his voice gruff but kind. "You made a choice. The right choice. That makes all the difference."

Before Sam could respond, Juice's voice crackled over their burner phones. "Jax? You guys okay?"

Jax grabbed his phone. "Yeah, we're clear. What's the situation?"

"It's crazy, man," Juice replied. "Damien's whole operation is falling apart. His men are turning on each other, trying to grab what they can before it all goes down. The Mayans are pushing them back on all fronts."

A collective sigh of relief went through the group. Jax allowed himself a small smile. "Good work, Juice. Keep monitoring the situation. We'll make our way back when it's clear."

As Jax relayed the news to the others, Sam felt a strange mix of emotions wash over her. Relief, certainly, but also a profound sense of loss. The life she had known, for better or worse, was over. She was adrift in uncharted waters.

Jax must have sensed her turmoil. He sat down beside her, his shoulder brushing hers. "Hey. I meant what I said before. You're not alone in this."

Sam turned to him, searching his face. "Why? Why would you help me after everything I've done?"

Jax was quiet for a moment, considering his words. "Because I've been where you are. Caught between loyalty and doing what's right. It's not an easy path, but it's one worth walking."

As night fell, the Sons made their way carefully back towards Charming. They moved in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The events of the day had shaken them all, forcing them to confront hard truths about themselves and the life they led.

It was nearly dawn by the time they reached the outskirts of town. Exhausted and battered, they rolled into the Teller-Morrow lot. Gemma was waiting, worry etched on her face.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed, taking in their appearance. "What the hell happened out there?"

Clay emerged from the clubhouse, his face a mask of barely contained anger and concern. "Inside. Now. We need to talk."

The chapel was somber as Jax recounted the events at the bunker. When he finished, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Clay's eyes bored into Sam. "You. You're the key to all this. You know names, places, operations. If we're gonna clean up this mess, we need everything you've got."

Sam nodded slowly. "I'll tell you everything I know. But after that... I need to disappear. It's not safe for me here, or for any of you while I'm around."

Jax started to protest, but Clay held up a hand. "She's right. There'll be a target on her back. And on ours if we harbor her."

"So what, we just cut her loose?" Opie asked, disbelief in his voice.

Clay's expression was grim. "We do what we have to do to protect the club. Always."

The discussion raged on, voices rising as opinions clashed. Sam sat silently, the weight of her past and the uncertainty of her future pressing down on her.

Finally, Jax slammed his hand on the table. "Enough! We're not abandoning her. Sam risked everything to help us. We owe her."

Clay's jaw clenched. "And what do you propose we do, son? Hide her in the clubhouse forever?"

A thoughtful look crossed Jax's face. "No. Not hide her. Give her a new life."

Over the next hour, a plan took shape. Juice would create a new identity for Sam, complete with background and paperwork. The club would use its connections to set her up in a new town, far from California.

As the Sons hammered out the details, Gemma pulled Sam aside. "You sure about this, sweetheart? Once you go, there's no coming back."

Sam took a shaky breath. "I don't have a choice. It's the only way to keep everyone safe."

Gemma studied her for a long moment. "You know, when you first showed up, I thought you were nothing but trouble. But now..." She paused, a hint of admiration in her eyes. "You've got steel in you, girl. You'll be alright."

The next few days passed in a blur of preparation and goodbyes. Sam spent hours with Juice, memorizing her new identity and background. She sat with Chibs, learning the basics of self-defense. Tig, in a surprising show of sentimentality, gave her a burner phone "for emergencies only, doll."

On her last night in Charming, Sam found herself on the roof of the clubhouse, staring out at the town that had become an unexpected sanctuary. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Jax approaching.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

Sam shook her head. "Too much on my mind."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the cool night air carrying the scent of possibility.

"You know," Jax finally said, "when you first showed up, I thought you were going to be the death of us all."

Sam laughed softly. "I thought the same thing."

Jax turned to her, his expression serious. "But you saved us, Sam. You saved Charming. Don't ever forget that."

Sam felt tears prick her eyes. "I don't know if I can ever make up for the things I've done."

"Maybe you can't," Jax replied. "But you can choose who you want to be from here on out. That's what matters."

As the first light of dawn began to streak the sky, Sam felt a sense of peace settle over her. The shadows that had haunted her for so long were finally receding.

The next morning, Sam stood in the Teller-Morrow lot, a small bag containing her new life slung over her shoulder. The Sons gathered around her, faces a mix of emotion.

Clay stepped forward first, his handshake firm. "You ever need anything, you call. You're family now, whether I like it or not."

One by one, the Sons said their goodbyes. Tig's hug was bone-crushing, Chibs pressed a kiss to her cheek, and Opie's nod held a world of unspoken understanding.

Gemma approached last, pressing a small package into Sam's hands. "A little something to remember us by. And to remind you of who you really are."

Finally, it was Jax's turn. He pulled Sam into a tight embrace. "Stay safe out there," he murmured. "And remember, you've always got a home here if you need it."

As Sam climbed into the waiting cab, she took one last look at the group that had become her unlikely family. They stood together, a united front against whatever darkness might come.

The cab pulled away, Charming receding in the rearview mirror. Sam allowed herself one moment of grief for the life she was leaving behind. Then, squaring her shoulders, she turned her gaze to the road ahead.

In her lap, she opened the package Gemma had given her. Inside was a small silver pendant in the shape of a crow in flight. Attached was a note in Gemma's flowing script: "Spread your wings, baby. The shadows can't touch you now."

Sam clasped the necklace around her neck, feeling its weight settle against her skin. It was a reminder of where she'd been, and a promise of where she might go.

As Charming disappeared behind her, Sam felt a surge of something she hadn't experienced in years: hope. The road ahead was uncertain, full of potential pitfalls and challenges. But for the first time in a long time, she was facing that uncertainty on her own terms.

The shadows of her past would always be there, a part of her story. But they no longer defined her. She was Sam Crois Faith, survivor, friend, and now, finally, free.

The cab sped on, carrying her towards a future bright with possibility. And somewhere in the distance, barely audible over the hum of the engine, came the rumble of motorcycles – a reminder that family, in all its forms, was never truly left behind.

The End...

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Every Journey Matter!

Note this campaign is a great initiative from the @motorcyclelawscotland team I can't agree more to educate people and save lives. But Why did they choose the photo of SH on this post when he promoted his whisky 🥃 during his 2021 whisky campaign in Scotland?

This photo is in 2021 and was the last time SH was seen on his customised Harley Davidson motorbike after his bike mishap in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

We don't know exactly what kind of support SH is providing to this volunteering effort by appearing in his promotional material and asking his fans to sign up. However, it's interesting to note that Motorcycle Law Scotland is urging the Scottish community to be involved in this Road Safety campaign and at the same time they following the actor's alcohol business on Instagram.🤷‍♀️

The one safe option for Road Safety If you're driving, is not to drink any alcohol and not promote it.

As we see Motorcycle Law Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 helps you with your motorcycle accident claim following a bike accident and acting for bikers who have been involved in a motorbike accident.

That means they deal with claims against third-party insurers and can act in cases where your motorbike accident compensation claim is against an uninsured driver and will deal with the motor insurers bureau on your behalf.

There is a time limit of three years from the date of the accident for claiming for injuries in a bike accident, and to ensure that the motorbike accident personal injury claim and compensation for the motorcycle is dealt with well within that time frame. For example, if you had a bike accident in December 2021, this year 2024 is your time limit.

MLS are motorbike personal injury Solicitors, I imagine their clients come to them when they have had a motorbike accident. It is important to remember that in law, there is always the possibility of reasonable doubt, and there is a doubt. Was or is Motorcycle Law Scotland involved in any way in representing SH in his mishap in Scotland? The mishap occurred a year after SH obtained his motorbike licence in 2020, not enough experience.

I believe that MLS' interest in SH is not a sudden one. I would like to know if SH featured in this campaign has completed advanced rider training and passed his test, courtesy of Motorcycle Law Scotland, 🏍️ before providing his photo on his Harley Davidson motorbike. Or MLS has SH fans who misinterpret their role in this campaign 💁‍♀️

@imahalfemptykindofgirl Yes, it did, but what I was actually referring to was completing advanced motorist training and passing the exam that MLS offers for vulnerable road users.

@summerindigomusic Yep! SH has a customised Triumph Scrambler 1200 XE motorbike, which matches his Sassenach helmet promoting his whisky 🥃 and it’s a very questionable taste.

@imahalfemptykindofgirl Exactly, No wonder he didn't show his Harley Davidson bike and helmet damage. I would like to know what kind of insurance cover he had 🤔

@imahalfemptykindofgirl @gotraveltheworldluv It all comes from others. The cause is not his and it is MLS who is raising awareness, SH is not shedding light on anything. But his completely ridiculous fans think everything that happens in Scotland is his initiative.

Well next time SH will polish the Scottish roads with his ideas💡 and his fans will say Scotland is better off because of him 🤯

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On this day:

LOCH NESS MONSTER

On February 25, 1934, Mrs. M. MacLennan saw the Scottish Loch Ness Monster surveying the large loch from side to side before it plunged back below the surface. In spite of hundreds of reported sightings, Nessie's existence has never been conclusively established.

In AD 565, a Pict disciple of the Irish St. Columba was swimming across the mile-wide, murky water when the monster unexpectedly surfaced "with a great roar and open mouth." From the shore St. Columba commanded, "Think not to go further, nor touch thou that man. Quick go back..." Obediently, the beast retreated.

Some Loch Ness monster sightings have taken place on land. From their car, a London businessman and his wife saw a six-foot-long, four-foot-high, snail-like creature emerge from the bracken at the roadside and head into the lake. Years later, a veterinary student on his motorcycle observed a small creature with a snakelike head, large eyes, huge body, and two sets of flippers come from the bushes, cross the road, and enter the water.

The year 1933 saw the appearance of the famous "Surgeon's Photo,” taken by Robert Wilson and showing the monster from a distance of 200 to 300 yards. The photo revealed the creature's long neck and arched body. Many, many years later, the photo was claimed to be a hoax, but the claim was made under suspicious circumstances. In 1951, a forestry worker was milking his cows when he noticed three humps arise from a disturbance on the loch. He took one picture before his camera jammed.

In the 1960s, science took over. Cameras, sonar equipment, and other gear were strategically placed around the 950-foot-deep lake. A submersible was employed, and a preposterous concoction of animal components was prepared. But Nessie refused to take the bait.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[hereforthefunnyguys]

It's time

Top ten Yu-Gi-Oh ships and their theme song

Please 🥺

you are going to expose me for my Normie Ass Taste in music and my exotic taste in rarepairs. I am forced to limit myself to 10 ships smh there isn't enough Space. unfortunately my plethora of ships doesn't match up with the fact that i have suddenly forgotten about every song i have ever heard in my life

Okay let’s start with the easier ones:

fragileshipping: send them off! By bastille (I’ve talked about this before)(I’m still right)

Morishipping: Emerald Star by lord Huron (it has the Vibes) or bat out of hell by meat loaf (motorcycle + demon? thats Them)

fadeshipping: supermassive black hole by muse (insert obligatory twilight reference here)

Irateshipping; god. Hard tie between propaganda by muse (which would then make a good parallel with supermassive black hole as a theme) or Bite Hard by Hit Scottish Disco Band Franz Ferdinand for maximum Would Make A Cool AMV Points

Frightshipping/wrapshipping: Death Valley by Fall Out Boy :D

Stageshipping/crystalshipping: Quintana Roo by unlike Pluto

Crosshipping: Mary on a cross by Ghost (for the pun) (don't kill me) (okay it technically kind of fits though.) no but fr. The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance. Also touch-a touch-a touch me from The Rocky Horror Picture Show :)

Revolutionshipping: forgive me in advance for my love of mediocre girl band songs but Woman Like Me by Little Mix

Kingshipping/Casteshipping/Darkshipping: I have a hard time figuring this one out but im gonna go with Burning for You by Blue Öyster Cult or Kiss the Go-Goat by Ghost

and as the piece de la resistance as the one non-rare-pair on here with the most stereotypical love song possible:

Wishshipping: Umbrella by Rihanna :3

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My Top 10 Unhinged Movie Recommendations

This isn't top 10 favorite movies. This is my top 10 movies to recommend when I want to make sure that person NEVER asks me for recs again. When I want to go nuclear in my weird shit(TM) this is what I go with, in ascending order. 10. Freaks by Todd Browning

I love showing this to people. Folks are like "oh hey is this a horror movie?" and then I show it to them. It's not a horror movie, unless Normies are the horror. I love sitting in a room where people slowly realize this isn't a horror moive, but a well done domestic drama. It's just a drama where the cast doesn't look like hollywood stars. It's a god damn masterpiece about a man who is forsaking this family to find mainstream acceptance and how his family fights to save him despite everything. 10/10 Masterpiece. Some folks question whether or not it is exploitative that Todd Browning made this movie. I've made sure the guy is dead so no matter what he's not going to make money either way.

9. The very beginning and very end of Streets of Fire.

Patrick Willems was right about this. Watch the first bit and then skip to the end to get a dramatic epic of rock music, motorcycles, and Wilhem Defoe fighting in a sledgehammer duel. Beautiful movie. Then people request to see the full movie, the fools. I show the full movie because they know not what they do. Then they don't like it. I told them this at the beginning. There are no sledgehammer fights in the middle of the movie. Why watch this if it's not a musical number or hammer time?

8. The Dark Crystal's bootleg director's cut

Cowards watch movies in languages they understand. Sometimes they use subtitles to pretend they are open to new experiences. Watch a god damn movie in a fictional language that no one speaks, you plebians. No subtitles, no explanations. Just watch the movie and have a great experience seeing the puppets portray the story using body language. Expand your horizons. It wasn't made on drugs, it just was made with more courage than you or I will ever have. Get fucking weird before you die.

7. Harry Potter and the Deadly Weapons

The last one was a bootleg reconstructing a lost film. This bootleg creates a new movie. Harry Potter with GUNS. It starts with an old guy shooting out all the lights in a street, and keeps on going from there. You want to see true cinema? Watch Emma Watson shoot Neville Longbottom in the face.

6. Lo

Romance is dead. There was a romance here. But it got killed and dragged to hell. This man is trying to summon love from hell. All he summons is ham and also overly dramatic soundtrack. Most of the movie is two actors sitting in the dark being assholes to each other. They actually have amazing chemistry. The Demon, Lo, is amazing and my scrungly blorbo or whatever the fuck people say. It's also a musical.

5. The Man From Earth

This is actually just a good movie. It's like what if a movie was also a bunch of smug people's podcast. However, they all are used to being smug and podcasting as most of them are from Star Trek. Beautiful and wonderful performances about a bunch of nerds arguing about a caveman Buddhist Jesus. It's a palate cleanser for what else is in store.

4. Existenz

People like to talk about Cronenberg and how shocking Videodrome is or something like that. Thing is people don't talk about this weird shit as much. David Cronenberg is a gamer and he made the ultimate gamer movie: where the scary stuff is physical contact and metaphors for sex. Watch people graft new orfices on to shove gaming consoles into them. What if the matrix had a gun that shoots teeth? Yeah it doesn't have the gunfingerpenis from other cronengerg movies. However it does have a game controller made of asymmetrical nipples.

3. Lair of the White Worm

Scottish Snake Vampires. That's actually pretty cool and sounds great. Hugh Grant and the Doctor from Doctor Who have a bromance. Why is it on here? Because the director was too horny. Random nudity is the most tame and normal part of this movie. I am not against the human body being used in art. I also think people shouldn't be ashamed of their bodies.

Except this director. He ends the movie with Hugh Grant lifting up Peter Capaldi's kilt and Capaldi bites him. Want to make movie night uncomfortable for everyone? Show this. Porn is less horny.

2. Wizards

This movie has so many great bits. The thing is you know about the great bits because no one wants to watch the whole thing. Imagine a movie with all the issues of Lair of the White Worm, while also made by a man who is by volume 80% cocaine, 10% rivalry with R. Crumb, and 10% mommy issues. Then have Mark Hamil show up for like five minutes. Then turn it into a commentary on fascist propaganda. It's the greatest artistic achievement in making movies that will make no one happy at movie night.

Possession (uncut version)

This is the nuclear option. If i don't want people to talk to me ever again, I'll show them this movie. You want to see a film made by the most Divorced man ever? Sure let's watch this. Elon Musk wishes he was this movie, but he, like everyone who sees this film, is a coward. The fucked up film that was banned in the UK for decades tells us the truly greatest fear of men: A version of the man who is a better husband than they are, especially if it's a living pile of raw viscera that is better at satisfying their spouse in bed.

No one i've shown this movie to has talked to me afterwards. I use it like pest control folks used DDT back in the day. Ironically, the movie has the same effect on Condor eggs. One day, however, i will show this to someone and they will like it. In that case, I will have three options:

-The person will be my new best friend.

-The person will be a cinderella-glass-slipper true love fit for me.

-This person will kill me in the next 24 hours.

All three of these will be true. The person who fits this will inherit my social media accounts, and be cursed with them until they complete this cycle again with someone else.

Anyways thank you for liking and subscribing to my Ted Talk.

[brookston]

Holidays 9.7

Holidays

Air Force Day (Pakistan)

Bitcoin Day

Carl Garner Federal Lands Cleanup Day

Civil Servant’s Day (Nepal)

Day of Military Intelligence (Ukraine)

Engineer Troops Day (Armenia)

Feel the Love Day

Festa Della Rificolona begins (Paper Lantern Festival; Florence, Italy)

Fish Farmer Day (Russia)

First Day of Peel Season

Flag Day (Kuwait)

Fluidra International Pool Pro Day

Google Commemoration Day

Grandad’s Day

Grandma Moses Day

Hera Asteroid Day

International Day of Clean Air for Blue Skies (UN)

International Day of Police Cooperation

International Manatee Day

Lusaka Peace Agreement Day (a.k.a. Victory Day; Mozambique)

Military Intelligence Day (Ukraine)

Miss America Day

Napoleon Day

National Attention Deficit Disorder Awareness Day

National Buy A Book Day

National Clean Out Your Garage Day

National Dildo Day

National First Day of Peel Season

National Grateful Patient Day

National Napoleon Day

National New Hampshire Day

National Regina Day

National Tatiana Day

National Threatened Species Day (Australia)

Neither Snow Nor Rain Day

Newt Day

Nijamati Sewa Divas (Civil Servants Day; Nepal)

907 Day

Raggedy Ann Day

Seven of Nine Day

Still’s Disease Awareness Day

Superhuman Day

Texas Energy Savings Day (Texas)

Threatened Species Day (Australia)

Turn A Cartwheel in Public Day

Victory Day (Mozambique)

Walter White Day

Wild Rose Day (French Republic)

World Day of the Diver

World Duchenne Awareness Day

World Fair Play Day

World Field Epidemiology Day

World Menopause and Work Day

Youth Mental Health Day (UK)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Acorn Squash Day

Gray’s Papaya Day (New York)

National Beer Lover’s Day

New England Apple Day

Porter's Porter Day

Salami Day

Independence & Related Days

Brazil (from Portugal, 1822)

Constitution Day (Fiji)

Istria (Declared; 2005) [unrecognized]

1st Saturday in September

Coffee Day (Germany) [1st Saturday]

Digital Detox Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

Franchise Appreciation Day [Saturday Before Labor Day]

International Vulture Awareness Day [1st Saturday]

National Chouriço Day [Saturday of Labor Day Weekend]

National Cowgirl Day [Saturday of Labor Day Weekend]

National Hummingbird Day [1st Saturday]

National Mustard Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Services Day (Ireland) [1st Saturday]

National Tailgating Day [1st Saturday]

National Writing Date Day [1st Saturday]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Scottish Food & Drink Fortnight begins (Scotland) [1st Saturday thru 3rd Sunday]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

Sleep Over Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Social Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Sourdough Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

Turkey Vulture Day [1st Saturday]

World Beard Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 7 (1st Full Week of September)

Vermont Cheese Week (Statewide, Vermont) [thru 9.15]

Festivals Beginning September 7, 2024

Art & Wine Festival (Mountain View, California) [thru 9.8]

Autumn Harvest Fest Weekends (Mukuwonago, Wisconsin) [thru 10.27]

Belize Carnival Road March (Belize City, Belize)

Belmar San Gennaro Festival (Belmar, New Jersey)

Big Chili Cook-Off Music & Arts Festival (Evergreen, Colorado)

Blues Burgers & BBQ Festival (Fort Pierce, Florida) [thru 9.8]

Brass City Brew & Que (Waterbury, Connecticut)

Bridgeton Milling Days (Bridgeton, Indiana) [thru 9.8]

Central New York's Tomatofest (Auburn, New York)

Chili and Beer Festival (Mt. Crested Butte, Colorado)

Crafty Apple Fest (Chilton, Wisconsin)

Crush 2024 (Temecula, California)

Dublin Fringe Festival (Dublin, Ireland) [thru 9.22]

Fall Fest (Hinckley, Minnesota)

Food Trucktemberfest (Monmouth Park, Oceanport, New Jersey)

Garden City Chili Cook-Off, Hot Rod & Motorcycle Show (Garden City, Michigan)

Gettysburg Wine and Music Festival (Gettysburg, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.8]

Grape Stomp Festival (Stillwater, Minnesota) [thru 9.8]

Harvest Wine Festival (Altavista, Virginia)

Heart of the Valley Septembeerfest (Corvallis, Oregon)

Hudson Valley Wine & Food Fest (Rhinebeck, New York) [thru 9.8]

Julian Grape Stomp Festa (Julian, California)

Knox Asian Festival (Knoxville, Tennessee) [thru 9.8]

Lakeview Taco Fest (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 9.8]

La Ulu (Breadfruit Day; Maui, Hawaii)

Lenexa Spinach Festival (Lenexa, Kansas)

Lewistown Chokecherry Festival (Lewistown, Montana)

Lollapalooza (Berlin, Germany) [thru 9.8]

Mushroom Festival (Kennett Square, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.8]

Orthodox Food Festival (Denver, Colorado)

Oxford Lions Club Watermelon Feed (Oxford, Kansas)

Pardeeville Watermelon Festival (Pardeeville, Wisconsin)

Pig Island NYC (Staten Island, New York)

Pittsburg Seafood & Music Festival (Pittsburg, California)

Rhode Island Seafood Festival (Providence, Rhode Island) [thru 9.8]

Rificolona Festival (Florence, Italy)

Rockbridge Beer & Wine Festival (Lexington, Rockbridge County, Virginia)

San Luis Valley Potato Festival (Monte Vista, Colorado)

Septemberfest (Forestville, New York) [thru 9.8]

Slice of Saugatuck Festival (Saugatuck, Connecticut)

St Peter’s Annual Apple Festival (Monroe, Connecticut) [thru 9.8]

Superior Chili & Beer Fest (Superior, Colorado)

Tacos and Tequila Marietta Square (Atlanta, Georgia)

Trimble County Apple Fest (Bedford, Kentucky) [thru9.8]

U.P. Fall Beer Festival (Marquette, Michigan)

Valparaiso Popcorn Festival (Valparaiso, Indiana)

Virtual Sous Vide Summit (Baltimore, Maryland) [thru 9.8]

Whiskies of the World (Denver, Colorado)

Wine on the Beach (Seaside Heights, New Jersey) [thru 9.8]

World Championship Squirrel Cook Off (Springdale, Arkansas)

Feast Days

Alcmund and Tilbert (Christian; Saints)

Alexandre Falguière (Artology)

Anastasius the Fuller (Christian; Saint)

The Apocalypse (Pastafarian)

Clodoald (a.k.a. Cloud; Christian; Saint)

Colour Symphony, by Arthur Bliss (Symphony; 1922)

Coulomb (Positivist; Saint)

Daena’s Day (Maiden Goddess of the Parsees; Everyday Wicca)

Day to Honor Yemaya (Yoruba Orisha, Goddess & Bringer of Life; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Eunan (Christian; Saint)

Evurtius, Bishop of Orleans (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Durga (Goddess of Energy and the World)

Gort (Celtic Book of Days)

Grandma Moses (Artology)

Gratus of Aosta (Christian; Saint)

Grimonia (a.k.a. Germana; Christian; Saint)

Healer’s Day (Everyday Wicca)

Jacob Lawrence (Artology)

Jennifer Egan (Writerism)

John of Nicomedia (Christian; Martyr)

Johan Tobias Sergel (Artology)

Madelberte (Christian; Saint)

Margaret Landon (Artology)

Marko Krizin (Christian; Saint)

Mary Bauermeister (Artology)

Matthäus Günther (Artology)

Media Aestas VI (Pagan)

Murray Monster (Muppetism)

Old Boyfriends/Girlfriends Remembrance Day (Pastafarian)

Regina (Christian; Saint)

Sozon (Christian; Martyr)

Stephen Pongracz (Christian; Saint)

Susan St. James Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Taylor Caldwell (Artology)

Welsh Fairies Bonnet-Hurling Competition (Shamanism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [26 of 32]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 41 of 60)

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [43 of 60]

Premieres

A Momentary Lapse of Reason, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1987)

Andy Panda’s Victory Garden (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1942)

Anna and the King of Siam, by Margaret Landon (Memoir; 1943)

Anna Karenina (Film; 2012)

Astro Boy (Animated TV Series; 1963)

Bad, by Michael Jackson (Song; 1987)

Brandy, by Brandy (Album; 1994)

The Brother from Another Planet (Film; 1984)

Buddy Holly, by Weezer (Song; 1994)

Captains and the Kings, by Taylor Caldwell (Novel; 1972)

Circus (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog Cartoon; 1932)

French Fried, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, by Elton John (Song; 1973)

Kentucky Belles (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

The Lady in Red (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

A Momentary Lapse of Reason, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1987)

Muscle Beach Tom (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1956)

Music Hath Charms (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1936)

No Sail (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Papa Gets the Bird (MGM Cartoon; 1940)

Peppermint (Film; 2018)

Rock Star (Film; 2001)

The Silver Chair, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1953) [The Chronicles of Narnia #4]

SportsCenter (Sports TV Show; 1979)

Stick and Rudder: An Explanation of the Art of Flying, by Wolfgang Langewiesche (Flying Book; 1944)

Switchin’ Kitten (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1961)

3:10 to Yuma (Film; 2007)

True Blood (TV Series; 2008)

The Unmentionables (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Video Killed the Radio Star, by The Buggles (1979)

Why Mules Leave Home, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

You Send Me, by Sam Cooke (Song; 1957)

Today’s Name Days

Otto, Ralph, Regina (Austria)

Marko, Memorije, Regina (Croatia)

Regína (Czech Republic)

Robert (Denmark)

Regiina, Reina (Estonia)

Arhippa, Arho, Milo, Miro (Finland)

Reine (France)

Otto, Ralph, Regina (Germany)

Casino, Sozon (Greece)

Regina (Hungary)

Grato (Italy)

Ermins, Regīna, Valdone (Latvia)

Bartas, Bartė, Palmira, Regina (Lithuania)

Regine, Rose (Norway)

Domasława, Domisława, Marek, Melchior, Regina, Rena, Ryszard (Poland)

Marianna (Slovakia)

Judit, Judith, Regina (Spain)

Kevin, Roy (Sweden)

Raegan, Raina, Rana, Rani, Reagan, Regan, Regina, Regine, Yale (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 251 of 2024; 115 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of Week 36 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 5 (Jia-Xiu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 4 Elul 5784

Islamic: 3 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 11 Gold; Foursday [10 of 30]

Julian: 25 August 2024

Moon: 17%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 27 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Vauban]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 80 of 94)

Week: 1st Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 17 of 32)

Calendar Changes

Ken (Illumination) [Half-Month 18 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 9.21)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 9.7

Holidays

Air Force Day (Pakistan)

Bitcoin Day

Carl Garner Federal Lands Cleanup Day

Civil Servant’s Day (Nepal)

Day of Military Intelligence (Ukraine)

Engineer Troops Day (Armenia)

Feel the Love Day

Festa Della Rificolona begins (Paper Lantern Festival; Florence, Italy)

Fish Farmer Day (Russia)

First Day of Peel Season

Flag Day (Kuwait)

Fluidra International Pool Pro Day

Google Commemoration Day

Grandad’s Day

Grandma Moses Day

Hera Asteroid Day

International Day of Clean Air for Blue Skies (UN)

International Day of Police Cooperation

International Manatee Day

Lusaka Peace Agreement Day (a.k.a. Victory Day; Mozambique)

Military Intelligence Day (Ukraine)

Miss America Day

Napoleon Day

National Attention Deficit Disorder Awareness Day

National Buy A Book Day

National Clean Out Your Garage Day

National Dildo Day

National First Day of Peel Season

National Grateful Patient Day

National Napoleon Day

National New Hampshire Day

National Regina Day

National Tatiana Day

National Threatened Species Day (Australia)

Neither Snow Nor Rain Day

Newt Day

Nijamati Sewa Divas (Civil Servants Day; Nepal)

907 Day

Raggedy Ann Day

Seven of Nine Day

Still’s Disease Awareness Day

Superhuman Day

Texas Energy Savings Day (Texas)

Threatened Species Day (Australia)

Turn A Cartwheel in Public Day

Victory Day (Mozambique)

Walter White Day

Wild Rose Day (French Republic)

World Day of the Diver

World Duchenne Awareness Day

World Fair Play Day

World Field Epidemiology Day

World Menopause and Work Day

Youth Mental Health Day (UK)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Acorn Squash Day

Gray’s Papaya Day (New York)

National Beer Lover’s Day

New England Apple Day

Porter's Porter Day

Salami Day

Independence & Related Days

Brazil (from Portugal, 1822)

Constitution Day (Fiji)

Istria (Declared; 2005) [unrecognized]

1st Saturday in September

Coffee Day (Germany) [1st Saturday]

Digital Detox Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

Franchise Appreciation Day [Saturday Before Labor Day]

International Vulture Awareness Day [1st Saturday]

National Chouriço Day [Saturday of Labor Day Weekend]

National Cowgirl Day [Saturday of Labor Day Weekend]

National Hummingbird Day [1st Saturday]

National Mustard Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Services Day (Ireland) [1st Saturday]

National Tailgating Day [1st Saturday]

National Writing Date Day [1st Saturday]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Scottish Food & Drink Fortnight begins (Scotland) [1st Saturday thru 3rd Sunday]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

Sleep Over Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Social Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Sourdough Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

Turkey Vulture Day [1st Saturday]

World Beard Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 7 (1st Full Week of September)

Vermont Cheese Week (Statewide, Vermont) [thru 9.15]

Festivals Beginning September 7, 2024

Art & Wine Festival (Mountain View, California) [thru 9.8]

Autumn Harvest Fest Weekends (Mukuwonago, Wisconsin) [thru 10.27]

Belize Carnival Road March (Belize City, Belize)

Belmar San Gennaro Festival (Belmar, New Jersey)

Big Chili Cook-Off Music & Arts Festival (Evergreen, Colorado)

Blues Burgers & BBQ Festival (Fort Pierce, Florida) [thru 9.8]

Brass City Brew & Que (Waterbury, Connecticut)

Bridgeton Milling Days (Bridgeton, Indiana) [thru 9.8]

Central New York's Tomatofest (Auburn, New York)

Chili and Beer Festival (Mt. Crested Butte, Colorado)

Crafty Apple Fest (Chilton, Wisconsin)

Crush 2024 (Temecula, California)

Dublin Fringe Festival (Dublin, Ireland) [thru 9.22]

Fall Fest (Hinckley, Minnesota)

Food Trucktemberfest (Monmouth Park, Oceanport, New Jersey)

Garden City Chili Cook-Off, Hot Rod & Motorcycle Show (Garden City, Michigan)

Gettysburg Wine and Music Festival (Gettysburg, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.8]

Grape Stomp Festival (Stillwater, Minnesota) [thru 9.8]

Harvest Wine Festival (Altavista, Virginia)

Heart of the Valley Septembeerfest (Corvallis, Oregon)

Hudson Valley Wine & Food Fest (Rhinebeck, New York) [thru 9.8]

Julian Grape Stomp Festa (Julian, California)

Knox Asian Festival (Knoxville, Tennessee) [thru 9.8]

Lakeview Taco Fest (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 9.8]

La Ulu (Breadfruit Day; Maui, Hawaii)

Lenexa Spinach Festival (Lenexa, Kansas)

Lewistown Chokecherry Festival (Lewistown, Montana)

Lollapalooza (Berlin, Germany) [thru 9.8]

Mushroom Festival (Kennett Square, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.8]

Orthodox Food Festival (Denver, Colorado)

Oxford Lions Club Watermelon Feed (Oxford, Kansas)

Pardeeville Watermelon Festival (Pardeeville, Wisconsin)

Pig Island NYC (Staten Island, New York)

Pittsburg Seafood & Music Festival (Pittsburg, California)

Rhode Island Seafood Festival (Providence, Rhode Island) [thru 9.8]

Rificolona Festival (Florence, Italy)

Rockbridge Beer & Wine Festival (Lexington, Rockbridge County, Virginia)

San Luis Valley Potato Festival (Monte Vista, Colorado)

Septemberfest (Forestville, New York) [thru 9.8]

Slice of Saugatuck Festival (Saugatuck, Connecticut)

St Peter’s Annual Apple Festival (Monroe, Connecticut) [thru 9.8]

Superior Chili & Beer Fest (Superior, Colorado)

Tacos and Tequila Marietta Square (Atlanta, Georgia)

Trimble County Apple Fest (Bedford, Kentucky) [thru9.8]

U.P. Fall Beer Festival (Marquette, Michigan)

Valparaiso Popcorn Festival (Valparaiso, Indiana)

Virtual Sous Vide Summit (Baltimore, Maryland) [thru 9.8]

Whiskies of the World (Denver, Colorado)

Wine on the Beach (Seaside Heights, New Jersey) [thru 9.8]

World Championship Squirrel Cook Off (Springdale, Arkansas)

Feast Days

Alcmund and Tilbert (Christian; Saints)

Alexandre Falguière (Artology)

Anastasius the Fuller (Christian; Saint)

The Apocalypse (Pastafarian)

Clodoald (a.k.a. Cloud; Christian; Saint)

Colour Symphony, by Arthur Bliss (Symphony; 1922)

Coulomb (Positivist; Saint)

Daena’s Day (Maiden Goddess of the Parsees; Everyday Wicca)

Day to Honor Yemaya (Yoruba Orisha, Goddess & Bringer of Life; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Eunan (Christian; Saint)

Evurtius, Bishop of Orleans (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Durga (Goddess of Energy and the World)

Gort (Celtic Book of Days)

Grandma Moses (Artology)

Gratus of Aosta (Christian; Saint)

Grimonia (a.k.a. Germana; Christian; Saint)

Healer’s Day (Everyday Wicca)

Jacob Lawrence (Artology)

Jennifer Egan (Writerism)

John of Nicomedia (Christian; Martyr)

Johan Tobias Sergel (Artology)

Madelberte (Christian; Saint)

Margaret Landon (Artology)

Marko Krizin (Christian; Saint)

Mary Bauermeister (Artology)

Matthäus Günther (Artology)

Media Aestas VI (Pagan)

Murray Monster (Muppetism)

Old Boyfriends/Girlfriends Remembrance Day (Pastafarian)

Regina (Christian; Saint)

Sozon (Christian; Martyr)

Stephen Pongracz (Christian; Saint)

Susan St. James Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Taylor Caldwell (Artology)

Welsh Fairies Bonnet-Hurling Competition (Shamanism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [26 of 32]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 41 of 60)

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [43 of 60]

Premieres

A Momentary Lapse of Reason, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1987)

Andy Panda’s Victory Garden (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1942)

Anna and the King of Siam, by Margaret Landon (Memoir; 1943)

Anna Karenina (Film; 2012)

Astro Boy (Animated TV Series; 1963)

Bad, by Michael Jackson (Song; 1987)

Brandy, by Brandy (Album; 1994)

The Brother from Another Planet (Film; 1984)

Buddy Holly, by Weezer (Song; 1994)

Captains and the Kings, by Taylor Caldwell (Novel; 1972)

Circus (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog Cartoon; 1932)

French Fried, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, by Elton John (Song; 1973)

Kentucky Belles (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

The Lady in Red (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

A Momentary Lapse of Reason, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1987)

Muscle Beach Tom (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1956)

Music Hath Charms (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1936)

No Sail (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Papa Gets the Bird (MGM Cartoon; 1940)

Peppermint (Film; 2018)

Rock Star (Film; 2001)

The Silver Chair, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1953) [The Chronicles of Narnia #4]

SportsCenter (Sports TV Show; 1979)

Stick and Rudder: An Explanation of the Art of Flying, by Wolfgang Langewiesche (Flying Book; 1944)

Switchin’ Kitten (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1961)

3:10 to Yuma (Film; 2007)

True Blood (TV Series; 2008)

The Unmentionables (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Video Killed the Radio Star, by The Buggles (1979)

Why Mules Leave Home, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

You Send Me, by Sam Cooke (Song; 1957)

Today’s Name Days

Otto, Ralph, Regina (Austria)

Marko, Memorije, Regina (Croatia)

Regína (Czech Republic)

Robert (Denmark)

Regiina, Reina (Estonia)

Arhippa, Arho, Milo, Miro (Finland)

Reine (France)

Otto, Ralph, Regina (Germany)

Casino, Sozon (Greece)

Regina (Hungary)

Grato (Italy)

Ermins, Regīna, Valdone (Latvia)

Bartas, Bartė, Palmira, Regina (Lithuania)

Regine, Rose (Norway)

Domasława, Domisława, Marek, Melchior, Regina, Rena, Ryszard (Poland)

Marianna (Slovakia)

Judit, Judith, Regina (Spain)

Kevin, Roy (Sweden)

Raegan, Raina, Rana, Rani, Reagan, Regan, Regina, Regine, Yale (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 251 of 2024; 115 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of Week 36 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 5 (Jia-Xiu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 4 Elul 5784

Islamic: 3 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 11 Gold; Foursday [10 of 30]

Julian: 25 August 2024

Moon: 17%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 27 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Vauban]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 80 of 94)

Week: 1st Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 17 of 32)

Calendar Changes

Ken (Illumination) [Half-Month 18 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 9.21)

[p-redux]

Are Sam and Karina letting us know subtly that they are a couple, she allowing post showing her on the way to Scotland, he wearing Ryderwear

No, Anon. Sam and Karina are not thinking about US at all. Sam and Karina are living their lives, none of us is even a bleep on their radar.

Let me list all of the things Sam and Karina are thinking about before they would even come up for air to even remember they have fans: great sex, mornings working out together, rides in the Scottish countryside on Sam's motorcycle, great sex, hiking munros together, cozy nights in front of the fireplace, whisky, great sex, TMGD, Karina's incredible body, Sam’s incredible body, great sex, whisky, great sex, great sex, great sex. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I can assure you that at NO point have either of them turned to the other and said “Hey, instead of 'great sex, workouts, whisky, hikes, great sex,' let’s spend some time sending fans secret clues that we're together." When fans start to think like that, they become conspiracy theorists, and we know some of the worst conspiracy theorists out there are Extreme Shippers, Babygaters, Sam Haters, and the Gay Brigade. That's not a part of the fandom you want to be associated with, Anon.

So, Sam wore this Ryderwear sweatshirt/hoodie the other day 👇

I would assume because Karina, who works with Ryderwear, gave it to him, and he knew she was coming to visit him. He wore it for HER, not us.

And Karina DID NOT post she was going to Scotland. Tennis player, Taylor Townsend happened to be on the same flight. They were sitting together, obviously started talking, and Taylor tagged Karina. People tag people they meet all the time. 👇

Taylor just met Karina on the plane to Scotland. Do you really think Karina turned to her and said, "Hey, so I've been seeing this actor from Outlander, Sam Heughan. And his crazy fans don't think we're dating, they watch mine and his every move, so can you please tag me on your IG stories so that they'll know we are dating and I'm on my way to Scotland?" Read how insane that sounds.

Let me put it this way...anyone who thinks that conversation happened, or Karina asked Taylor to tag her, or Taylor is somehow part of a bigger conspiracy, or Sam and Karina orchestrated clues to let fans know they're together...is well, to put it delicately, not right in the head. Sorry to be so blunt...but it's really as simple as that. 🤷‍♀️

Anon, forgive me if I sound harsh, I'm actually not directing this at you, you seem nice enough, I'm directing this at the haters who continue to vilify Sam and any woman he dates, and spread LIES.

Anyhoo, here's hoping for some #samrina sightings!

[double-trouble-ace-of-spades]

ORIGINAL CHARACTER         ⸻         ALISTER MARCUS SINCLAIR !

 /   ❝   INTRODUCTION   ─    

NAME:         alister marcus sinclair

⸻ ALISTER.          the name is of scottish origin and means "man's defender". this name was picked by his father because he wanted both his sons to have a name starting with the letter a. 

         • °. ─ PRONOUNCIATION /         al-ih-stare 

⸻ MARCUS.          the name is of latin origin and means "dedicated to mars". this name was given to him by his father and it is his father's name. 

        • °. ─ PRONOUNCIATION /         maa-kuhs

⸻ SINCLAIR.          the name is of latin origin and means "pure". this is the last name of his foster mother who adopted him when he was eleven. 

        • °. ─ PRONOUNCIATION /         sin-klair. 

NICKNAMES:

⸻ ACE.        his first foster family gave him him name ace which would later become a nickname. it was picked in relation to the deck of cards for number one and in relation to the song "one" by filter which his foster father was a fan of. the lyrics talk about how one is the loneliest number. this is cruel considering the paperwork mentioned how ace was a twin who was put up for adoption while his brother was kept by their parents. 

DATE OF BIRTH:       december 15th ( twenty five )

STAR SIGN:       sagittarius 

GENDER:        male ( he / him ) 

SEXUALITY:         closeted bisexual

BIRTHPLACE:         docklands, melbourne, australia 

LANGUAGES:         english & italian, latin 

( his mother is australian and his father is a mix of australian and italian. while he didn't learn itatlian till later in life, he taught himself italian and latin )

 /   ❝   PERSONA !   ─    

PERSONALITY:         

⸻ ace comes across as an asshole, wait no - he is an asshole. he is hard around the edges and tends to overstep quite often. someone who doesn't understand where the line between offence and joking is. the male is sarcastic, flirty, rude, and temperamental. his anger is like a light switch and it's almost deeply in natural due to suffering from trauma. he struggles with expressing his emotions into words - someone who can barely tell the people closest to them that he loves them but shows it in the acts of service that he does for them. the male has an iffy relationship with physical touch though. he can handle it if he was the one to touch them first but sudden touches out of nowhere from people trigger his fight response due to his childhood trauma. he is a hopeless romantic who notices the little things like what time of day, what you wore and the way you smelled the first time he kissed you but struggles to remember something like the exact moment he realized he loved them, because to him it all meshes together and its the little things that made him fall for a person. he has a bit of a need for approval and praise because he never heard it growing up and so he tends to attach himself to people who will tell him that he's doing an amazing job at something. he is complex but he is trying his best to be a good person, despite all the bad that has happened to him. it's an upwards battle but he wants to prove that he's better than the people who hurt him. 

MYERS BRIGGS:          intj - the architect 

⸻ STRENGTHS.        rational, informed, independent, determined, curious, original. 

⸻ WEAKNESSES.        arrogant, dismissive of emotions, overly critical, combative, socially clueless

LIKES:         cars. motorcycles, tattoos, latin, runes, boxing, spending time getting to know his twin. 

DISLIKES:        cooking, school, his photo being taken, his scars, his parents, people staring at him. 

HABITS:        tapping knee when he is annoyed or anxious, cracking his knuckles when it is nervous or angry. 

FEARS:        never being loved. enclosed spaces. 

ALLERGIES:        cat hair. 

MENTAL HEALTH:        depression, anxiety, anger issues, borderline personality disorder, rejection sensitivity dysphoria, post traumatic stress disorder.  

PHYSICAL HEALTH:        ace is perfectly healthy. 

OCCUPATION/CAREER:        alister works as a mechanic in the garage that he owns, though he went to college majoring in general surgery, he finished college and was accepted into medical school but decided to not go. he opened up his garage and has been working there fulltime since. 

 /   ❝   VISAGE   ─    

APPEARANCE:         alister was born with black hair that he tends to keep fairly short, slightly overgrown. his eyes are a deep medium brown shade. he has caucasian skin but it tans very easily due to his australian x italian heritage. he is considered fairly tall and has a muscular build. 

        • °. ─ FACECLAIM / matthew daddario 

        • °. ─ HEIGHT&WEIGHT / six foot three inches & eighty-nine kilos

MODE OF DRESS:         ace's style can be summed up as bad boy aesthetic. he prefers black clothing over everything but will sometimes spice it up with a flannel if he's feeling adventurous. 

BODY MODIFICATIONS:         he doesn't have any piercings but he has a lot of scars from years of abuse. when he turned eighteen, he began to get runes tattooed over the scars. 

GENERAL SCENT:         ace tends to smell like a mix of leather, musk, and mint. 

/   ❝   RELATIONS   ─   

FAMILY:         

⸻ MARCUS MERALDI.        father; the relationship between alister and his father isn't completely horrible but no where near healthy. he always regretted giving up alister for adoption but he stuck by his wife's side and so whenever it comes to ace, he just stays out of it which means that alister doesn't have a relationship with his father. 

⸻ ANNETTE MERALDI.        mother; the relationship between alister and his mother is non-existent. she gave alister up for adoption and wishes that he had stayed out of their lives. she is very cold towards alister and she refuses to accept him into her family. 

⸻ ADAM MERALDI/SINCLAIR.        twin brother; the relationship between alister and adam could of been iconic if their parents hadn't separated the two of them at birth. the two of them didn't meet till college and adam struggled for awhile to accept that he was not a only child while alister was eager to show that he could be a great brother. the two do end up becoming like best friends but it took a very long time. adam ends up pushing his parents aside and is actually taken in by andra to the point where adam feels comfortable changing his last name to hers as well. 

⸻ BLAIR CLARKE.        younger half-sister; the relationship between ace and blair was very strained at first due to ace feeling like suddenly he had another person to compete with for adam's attention but he slowly finds himself protective and soft towards his little sister. 

⸻ ANDRA SINCLAIR.        adopted mother; the relationship between alister and his adopted mother andra is extremely close. she came into his life when he was a broken down eleven year old and she helped him heal, letting him take his time. he is a massive mommy's boy, and he adores the woman. 

⸻ EVAH SINCLAIR.        adopted little sister; the relationship between alister and his sister evah is playful and protective. evah was only seven years old when ace was adopted, making her twenty one years old currently. he is very protective of her and she knows that she can come to him whenever. 

⸻ JAE SINCLAIR.        adopted little sister; the relationship between alister and his sister jae is extremely close. she was only two years old when ace was adopted, making her currently sixteen years old. she doesn't know a time when ace wasn't around. 

EXTENDED FAMILY:         

⸻ IMOGEN BENNETT.     cousin; the relationship between alister and imogen struggled to come into place at first because ace was extremely jealous of the close bond that imogen had with adam, he saw her as a threat but over time the two of them opened up towards each other and became pretty good friends. 

⸻ RAINE BENNETT.     cousin; the relationship between alister and raine never happened since she would die only a few years before he could meet her. she was imogen's twin. 

PETS:         

⸻ GUMDROP.     short haired grey cat ; despite being allergic to cat fur, ace grew up with a family cat that belonged to andra named gumdrop. she's a cuddly thing. she loves curling up on ace's lap and he often takes the allergy tablets whenever he goes to visit his mother and sisters. 

 /   ❝   BIOGRAPHY   ─ trigger warnings : abandonment, abuse ( physical & sexual ) identity theft

HOW THEIR PARENTS MET AND THE LEAD UP TO THEIR BIRTH:         

⸻ marcus and annette were both australian born and raised middle class people who came from hardworking families. the two of them would actually meet at work. the two of them both working in the blue collar jobs. his father was a truck driver while his mother was a cleaner. the two of them would meet at a bar one night after work while marcus was passing through melbourne on his way to sydney. the two of them spending all night chatting and talking having a pretty good connection. marcus would start stopping in melbourne more and more, for longer and longer during his drives. after about two years of this, he would end up moving to melbourne where the couple would rent a cheap house together. the two of them spoke about having children with the two of them agreeing that they wanted two or three children. so they began to try for a baby, it took them six months to concieve. they assumed that they were only having one baby which was preferred as they were unsure about how much work a baby would be. annette would go into labor at thirty nine weeks along. 

THEIR LIFE SO FAR:         

⸻  alister was born as the second born son of a pair of twins. the couple would be shocked by the arrival of alister as the ultrasounds never picked up on him hiding behind adam in the womb. they would debate it before giving up ace up adoptiion due to not being able to afford two kids. he would be in the foster care system for three years before being adopted by his first family. they were a couple that were visiting australia, so he would end up moving to america as a three year old. he would be abused in that household over the spam of the next eight years. they would beat him, burn him, starve him and one of the other boys that the couple had adopted for the paychecks would end up raping ace during the ages of eight to eleven. when he was eleven he would show up to school with a black eye and a teacher finally reported it to child protection services. during the home visit it was shown that he was severely underweight and a emotional mess, getting into fights and screaming whenever someone touched him. lashing out no matter who it was. he would be placed back into foster care but this time it didn't take long for him to be adopted again, this time by a woman named andrea sinclair who is a child psychologist. she noticed the signs of trauma and wanted to help him in a positive environment. when he was fourteen he would be helping tidy up andrea's office when he found his birth certificate where he would find out his full name. curiously, he would search up his brother's name only to find out that he had a identical twin brother. as if it was some sort of fate - adam and their parents had moved to america when the twins were ten years old. he would end up sneaking out of school early one day and travel to their house which was only four hours away. he wanted to reunite with his birth family having felt empty a lot growing up. but he was rejected at the front door by his mother. as a immature fourteen year old, he didn't think much of it but he began to pretend to be his twin brother whenever he knew that adam was out with friends or his girlfriend. he did it solely so that he could get attention from them. but it slowly took over his mind till he started to lose what little idea of his own identity that he had. he went on a mission to become the best son he could, throwing himself into his studies and sports - he hoped he could prove that he was someone they could be proud of but it seemed like nothing he did was good enough, constantly being rejected. when he was twenty four, he would finally reveal himself to adam. it didn't go to well at first when alister told him everything including how he had pretended to be adam from time to time but after hearing about how it was for a positive reason, adam slowly came around to the idea. alister has been working on his trauma for a long time trying to overcome the sense of rejection and pain of his childhood. he would start forming his own personality instead of copying adam's. he would drop out of medical school and open up a garage, as he had always loved breaking down cars and bikes before putting them back together. he would find out when he is twenty five, that he has another sibling. a girl named blair clarke who was a love-child from his father cheating on his mother about four months after ace and adam were born. she travels to america to meet her siblings after doing a 23andme test and matching with ace, stalking them on social media and then showing up to meet the brothers she was unaware of. 

/   ❝   MISC   ─    

EXTRA INFORMATION:         

⸻ ONE.      he has a IQ of 139 which is considered very gifted / advanced. one person out of 215 people have this IQ rating. 

⸻ TWO.       his foster mother andrea put him into piano lessons and he is quite talented at it but rarely plays in front of others. 

 ⸻ THREE.       he used to fight in an underground boxing association. 

PLAYLIST:        

⸻ "one" by filter".     

 " one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do"

⸻ "the monster" by eminem.       

" get along with the voice inside of my head. you're trying to save me, stop holding your breath"

⸻ "perfect" by simple plan.       

" i just want to make you proud i'm never gonna be good enough for you"

[psych---ologically-deranged]

idk what "podcast" means instead of "commentary" for "zero to murder in sixty seconds" but ok

Steve Franks, Jason Berger, Saladin Patterson

SP: Here is Shawn learning it's not about the bells & whistles, it's about putting your nose to the grindstone

Shoestring budges

SP: Shawn & Gus are, at any point, only seconds away from racing each other

SP: You can see my writing improves as the episode goes on

They really are too much like their current selves, & I kind of blame Gus's parents for that one. Let them look more 80s

School community centre that they let them use for filming. They have classes going on in there

You're right, shows DON'T have theme songs as much these days

Michael McMurray DP Mel Damski

Gave Tim & Maggie some good stuff to play

SP: I love writing for that car too

Woah they filmed in the kitchen of the river rock casino??

SP: I need to put Chelsea into every episode I write because that's my wife's name

JB: Sometimes you can look in the back & see a canadian flag SP: You can hear his canadian accent sometimes Me: isn't a canadian accent a lot like a typical american accent? (canadian as in, not maritime/east coast & american as in, not heavily new york or southern or east coast)

JB: Look at that shot right there, That's a sexy shot. SP: We don't see Shawn /moving/ on the motorcycle too often

Obscure Judd Nelson films Wheelie & the chopper bunch

JB: Drinking games, how many times do they say shop shop in the episode

It really was a warehouse by the train tracks JB: Not that I've ever been to a chop shop but this is exactly what a chop shop looks like

The dining room is the river rock dining room too

Yeah, that's true, actors need to be in each scene but they film out of order, & it's hard for the wardrobe & lighting people too

The boy cat episode!

"I call the big one Little Shawn"

Set design my beloved

"My writing is what got James & Maggie dating"

Wang Miranda!

Avion spray

SP: Shawn is on bugs bunny rules

This was somebody's house? spanish style house in canada? "they only let you use the guest bathroom by the garage" what XD

"their sense of massage is heightened"

what do you MEAN canadian accent? Newfoundland accent like irish? pei? nova scotia like toned down scottish? Do you mean cowboy-french in quebec? Real cowboy central canadian Alberta (the texas of canada)? Good rezzy talk? BC the california of Canada? canadians sound like americans to me, except americans say sh not st, shrawberry not strawberry, shtop not stop.

Gus without missing a beat just lands it

SP: Gus knows how to be uptight while also knowing how to be cool

JB: This is my car actually. I missed a counple of derbies.

The car was a funny bit

"fresh to death" actually fresh to def "the whitest park of wikipedia I could find"

They never want to do shows with animals or kids

"this police vest was taken from the set of Bad Boys II"

SP: I have a cavity & filling-free mouth, that's why Gus is based on me

Oh no yeah I heard it. Bin not been.

*arguing about what fish it is* SP: It smelled... JB: Caught by Corbin!

I had to do this for school. CB cut many of the fish himself, though some were by a double. A fish double.

*his shirt is the same colour as the tree behind him* & other times it matches the curtains XD

"Dule loves the "i'm about to vomit" look"

"always playing the dad"

Ok less commenting now bc I need to peel my bones

the frog has a name

*gambling between shots

"When I do smuggle drugs" XD

JB & SP *going out for a massage* "this is based on something that happened to you & I Me: What platonically going out for massages with a blind massage therapist & her only available slot is a couples session & one of you says yeah that's fine & the other says no thank you because the two of you are not in a romance?

Noooo they forgot some credits

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

The Scottish winter scuppered plans for a second domestic series of Men in Kilts.

Sam Heughan revealed he had hoped to make a follow-up to the 2021 Starz TV show and Clanlands book which was set in Scotland.

But the 43-year-old Outlander star has revealed the follow-up, which was filmed in New Zealand, was moved down under due to a combination of short days and the schedule of his and co-star Graham McTavish, 63.

He said: “We initially looked at options in Scotland, doing another season of the show exploring the north of Scotland, Shetland, its ties to Scandinavia, Ireland etc.

“I am very much interested in the Viking influence (growing up in Galloway near Whithorn and the Viking settlement there).

“My initial idea was to do ‘Men in Kilts - in boats!’, have us in Viking longship, speed boats, kayaks, swimming/scuba, however challenges with our schedules meant our window for filming would fall in the winter months, not ideal for daylight in the UK.”

Mr McTavish added: “We’d really enjoyed the first experience and hopefully will do another. We did New Zealand because I live there and New Zealand has a very strong connection with Scotland.

“One in five have Scottish ancestry, and it’s a mirror of Scotland in many ways - the people, the landscape, you can see why the Scots settled so easily.”

And the pair are set to reunite for a third chapter.

Mr McTavish added: “Our sights are set on North America particularly the eastern seaboard, from Nova Scotia down through Maine, New York, Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee, places with a strong connection to Scotland.

"There are bears and moose. I’m sure Sam is drawing up a list.”

It is unclear when SH and GMcT were selected and interviewed by the Scottish Sun to reveal their plans 🤔 Whether there are any projects underway at commitment level for a third chapter.

In fact, excavations showed a Norse trading settlement around the Galloway coast. SH was born in New Galloway, which is 34.7 miles (about 55 km) from the Viking settlement of Whithorn; I don't think he went very far to play every day when he was a kid. I don't remember him being interested in Viking Ages, maybe he likes watching Vikings: Valhalla drama series 🤷‍♀️

Filming has never been easy, but filming in the middle of a Scottish winter, in the Shetland islands, during the dark British winters, means that the goal was not clearly defined, unless his idea was to go to Lerwick to the Up Helly Aa parade with torches marching a Viking longship through Lerwick, during the "Shetland Fire Festival", and the idea didn't work. Lerwick Up Helly Aa is a superb spectacle, a celebration of Shetland's history, from the Norse sagas.

But there is something interesting that SH always forgets to mention: in winter 2021 he had a motorcycle accident 🏍️ which would also have prevented him from filming. So the hours of darkness and his demanding schedule led him to an unforeseen change of location for MiK2: he tries to tell a different story and that doesn't convince. He went to New Zealand to have fun and to recover physically from the motorbike accident. MiK2 was filmed when the country was on “Red alert level” 🚩 of the Omicron virus new variant and was closed to foreigners.

There is no doubt they really enjoyed the New Zealand experience because GMcT lives there, and GMcT confirmed that Sam's trip to New Zealand was a "well-deserved" holiday. However the strong connection to Scotland was not present and indeed the mirror of Scotland in New Zealand was not shown in MiK2. A trip dedicated to enjoying adventure adrenaline activities, it was a fantastic holiday.

If he misses Scotland and is looking forward to seeing it on screen with Men in Kilts: why a Roadtrip in North America, why not take up the original idea of doing it in Shetland? Or it will continue with an American romance novel construction about Scotland.

So what is the goal of MiK3, or are these two trying to turn MiK3 into something more than a business? 🤷‍♀️ while SH makes a list?

@dlansing53 His mishap was in Scotland, after a training. On that occasion, he didn't mention anything and tried to cover it up. The accident was mentioned months later in an interview in the U.S. he confirmed that he fractured his knee and tore his MCL, as you can seen in the New Zealand’s photos he received stitches and has a large scar on his left leg after the mishap.

Here at Pharos Athletic Club with Pieter Vodden (He’s not in the picture) trainer in the U.S. he’s not his physio. This photo is from before his trip to New Zealand 🇳🇿

@ajrajraj In Britain Motorcycle is a Motorbike or "Bike" 🏍️ and motorcyclists are called "bikers". When SH says "bike" he fell off a motorbike, not a bicycle. The mishap occurred when he was supposedly on his way home from the gym. SH doesn't go to the gym on a bicycle, he goes on a motorbike 🏍️

After his trip to New Zealand 🇳🇿 He mentioned his accident on the GMA show it was posted by @imahalfemptykindofgirl I reblogged her post

and days later he confirmed it in a talk in Men's Journal. if you are interested you can see both published on my blog.

@ajrajraj On 14 December 2021, on Twitter (X) SH posted that he had been in an accident "on a bike". In a conversation with Charles Thorp of Men's Journal, in the article SH says: he was on a bike, not on a bicycle. If you have the interview where he clarifies that he was on a bicycle, I would like to know more about it, because his injuries did not correspond to this situation.

He limps to the gym to pose for a photo to his fans. He plays stupid games and wins stupid prizes.

[fkyumerica]

hahahha

Project Silence (2023) Official Trailer with English Subtitles | Korean Movie

silence for them

after fucking everyones brain up

no fucking way woodies

i got your award

800 dogs together will just kill people

and inject them with speed and set them on fire

and throw sharpened steel and blow up the brooklyn bridge again

and shoot your dad

and his 3 wives

and your child died

fight me now

and meter read her

17 gas stations brian would go to

and crack drop all of them

every other store had another wife

and fucked his great grandson zachy every other time

to shit

and pull his pants up

brian shit

to show he was gay

brian is gay

wont love agian doesnt give a shit

gives up his wives after

zachy takes them

and shoots them now

but zachy would mate with them before

i told him to shoot them

The Sadness (2021) Red Band Trailer | Zombie Horror Movie

holy shit

cut through tendon, she aint hurting me, cut through esophagus completly

knife scene

how to do it

with speed esaphogas, thought he was fucking me at the time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uN-uCYFQCvo whole town of 1,400 of these giant men

Mr. Incredible becoming uncanny "You wake up and see"

i would scream, and these people would run up then run away

it meant rape her

about me

and now the screams of those men in cars police sirens

fucking girls

to be 18ft tall after

then in the olympics to kill you

and stadiums to kill you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRGTVvOfzjs and gunner guys in their houses to kill you

Best Death Scene Ever

getting one girl to do it was asking her on a date

and will follow you to steal yours until she is dead

fuck she knows it

i had to film it

with chuck

laughing my ass off

they would run them like steer to use them for meat too

first sex

then that eat them

and live

no society

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T973BPI4ZDY they would look like this, one who would say it

The Sadness (2021) Red Band Trailer | Zombie Horror Movie

sex then no society

and eating them, black teeth

meet them with that, and they will stand there adn talk to you

women sit on the ground, but will go up to you really fast to give you oral

that guy would say, wont talk

about what she just did

each area needed to do it

in his family

find them young and do it

hitler would

if motorcycles and scooters only last a few years

it might be smaller to bigger

to live

they will show up as anyone again

"got that kid" andput rocks in their face

to look like that person

i know, i know you know me too

they read what i wrote and say it after

guys say i know

the men in womens clothing say i know you know me too

the men in dresses say i know you know me too

and turn around

the old man with black teeth

and send the men in womens clothing at you

to go down and bite your genitals

on both men and women

with claw hands on it too

to grab it

for you to stay

one night in bandcock

and the older man brings out a oyster

opens it

and shows you pearls

got them out of older women, no men

tell me the tale

it was abortions of raped xenomorph

oysters

now shock them again

say no it wasnt

they blow it off and leave, wont listen

thsoe are the men who do it, the oral

yyounger

older are able to control them and take advantage of them

did it young wont do it again

then run at you to claw grab at your throat

if she did it young she was raped young

i would strangle people

and look like me

men talk to them all day

from different areas

it was what they were talking about how they would talk

and i get to go there now

and they leave on boats

wh osays it

really

black teeth

cant tell?

oyster

we rape you more

stupid to her

they would worship me

war ship, get it

now anyways or its different

i can be him

and send them at you

someone stole my cake decorating kit

fatima did and hobo bag gave it to anne marie

where

i said it

what drugs to se

x

are you only of

scottish, i cant talk i just go to fuck

or wht neighbor find them and kill them

or they war ship at you

you know scottish by now

what those people are

they are called scottish

biggest thing there

them

in the stands

all of them

for court

the judges chair isnt a stand

he is taking one at them

officers cant look it

where do they go to attack the officers

straight at them to claw choke them

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Awesome Cake Decorating Ideas

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these cakes are beautiful

then i heard i cant get any after

so why do i send it to you

and after the theft, lets give her big ears now

can we do it

no

she said yea

fatima should be shot

fake mask girls

matildas line with the full house girls

her line means descendants

cant understand

you are huffing something

illegally

i can kill you for my own safety as an officer

and other officers

your group is the only thing that surrounds you

the rest are assassins

who can legally kill you

and your family

they will be

and what cakes wont you see either

or be allowed to

you wont see this beauty in your life

and i dont need you to build me a house

rip up your own face you fucking nuts

i wont give you anything

anddd fuck yourself up

for doing it

crrack heads will

dont like you

[davidmrangel-blog]

12/4/2023

Beyond Just Bagpipes

There’s something that brings a comforting, almost forgotten feeling of human connection when I do a good old fashioned phone call. In the lost-in- translation world of texts and Facebook “messages” it’s a simple pleasure to talk with a live person and be able experience emotions, go off on tangents and truly “hear” what the other person is feeling and conveying.

My pal in Glasgow, Scotland; Mike Waugh, and I had a long fun/interesting conversation last night by way of- you guessed it- the telephone! And we didn’t even have to use an old school phone card or pay long distance charges! It’s fun talking to other people about their creative process, their inspirations and the world they live in that makes them who they are.

Mike has been working hard to get his brand-new band, Glass Veins off the ground. If the recent show at Glasgow’s Dystopia venue is any indication, this band is going to move up the ranks fast in 2024, consistently gaining new fans with their dark, atmospheric psych pop that has a timeless, moody rock and roll appeal. Fans of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Kills, take note.

As Mike and I spoke about music we like, life in our respective countries and our places in the world of music creation, I realized how many Scottish bands I have become a fan of over the years. We in America arguably give little thought to Scotland outside of plaid kilts and the Loch Ness Monster. But Scotland has a rich history of music, some of which has made a big impact on America, without our even knowing they were Scottish (Simple Minds, Eurythmics, Proclaimers, Big Country, Del Amitri et al).

Here’s a short, random list of Scottish bands that have been on my mind:

Frightened Rabbit

The career of this anthemic, achingly confessional indie band was cut short by the tragic death of lead singer/songwriter Scott Hutchison in 2018.

Teenage Fanclub

Highly underrated in America, this long-standing band with the atypically infectious pop harmonies count Ben Gibbard of Death Cab For Cutie and the late Kurt Cobain as huge fans.

The Jesus and Mary Chain

Blending sweet Beach Boys melodies with dark, almost sinister walls of sound, The Mary Chain are one of the true godfathers of indie rock/shoegaze/alternative music with their song “The Hardest Walk” making it on to the soundtracks of many American movies, for decades.

The Pastels

There is a genre of lo-fi, melodically playful guitar pop in which the singers seem almost childlike with mumbled lyrics and informal, underproduced recordings. They bring charm to flaws and mistakes. This band does it better than most.

Belle and Sebastian

These literate consumers of books and hip youth culture led by master songwriter Stuart Murdoch make wistful pop, much of the time with a 60s and 70s flavor. Often incorporating random pop culture references, the band earned the term “twee" for their music early on but have since amped up the sound ever so slightly. Their cult following has been growing since the early 1990s.

The Bluebells  

Much loved new wave/indie pop band known for their jangly guitar sound whose most successful single was 1984’s “Young at Heart”.

Berta Kennedy

Singer/songwriter with an alt-pop, R&B style who was crowned “The Sound of Young Scotland” in 2022.

No Windows

Up and coming teen duo who’s airy, shoegaze-y sound has been gaining momentum in the last year with their “Fishboy:” EP.

Goodbye Mr. Mackenzie

Eighties band who reformed in 2019 that creates timeless, commercial sounding independent music. Shirley Manson of the band Garbage was an original member.