#denis maloney

[sesiondemadrugada]

Edmond (Stuart Gordon, 2005).

#edmond #edmond (2005) #stuart gordon #william h. macy #rebecca pidgeon #david mamet #denis maloney #andy horvitch

[cappedinamber]

Luckytown (2000)

Directed by Paul Nicholas

Cinematography by Denis Maloney

#terrible #luckytown #paul nicholas #denis maloney #2000

[rjmartin11]

Hello! I wish you a wonderful day 🥰

I was wondering if you could write smt with 70s Elvis, where he meets his "new" Satnin and she is pretty younger than him (maybe in her 20s?).

Thank youuuu 💋

Thank you, nonny friend, for the request!

This is quite exciting. This is my first request ever, and I do want to make this sexy and spicy. I do hope I do this justice.

The way my mind is working, I could possibly make this into a series. Alas, my series days are over.

Kiss Me, Thrill Me

One Shot

Pairing: Elvis & OC!female

Warnings: A touch of fluff. Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. View discretion is advised!

Summary: Elvis wants some loving after his breakup. After bumping into one another at a party, Elvis decides to get better acquainted with his new love interests, Dahlia Maloney.

・ʚ♡ɞ・・ʚ♡ɞ・🫦・ʚ♡ɞ・ʚ♡ɞ・

It's been two hours, and Dahlia still can't believe Elvis Presley not only bumped into her, but he spilled his drink on her. She was never ever a big Elvis fan. Of course, she heard his music, and Dahlia couldn't deny that a few of the songs were catchy. After this incident, she'd rather not see him ever again.

*Knock knock knock*

Dahlia gets up from where she's sitting and goes to the door.

"Who is it?" She asks, not expecting any company.

All her girlfriends were still downstairs in the casino, partying the night away.

"It's guest services, miss," the male's voice answered from the other side of the door.

She cracked the door open to see a bouquet of crimson rose to greet her.

"You... sure you have the right room?" Dahlia speaks slowly.

"Yes, Ms. Dahlia Maloney, right?"

"Yes, that's me."

Dahlia opens the door for the gentleman to bring her bouquet of roses in. Another gentleman follows behind him. This guy is dressed in all black with a pair of black boots to top it off. He walks in so abruptly that Dahlia doesn't have a chance to see his face, but that delicious cologne seems familiar.

The guest services guy places the bouquet of roses on Dahlia's long coffee table. The scent was lightly sweet and fresh as she breathed them in. It mixes with the gentleman's inviting aroma.

"Thank ya, Jimmy," the gentleman says, handing him a fifty dollar tip.

"Gees! Thanks, Mr. Presley!" Jimmy shouts.

"Please call me..."

"Elvis???" Dahlia says, shocked that Elvis Presley is currently in her suite.

"Hi, Doll," Elvis says.

Jimmy practically kicks out of the room, closing the door behind. On the outside of the door, he places the DO NOT DISTURB signs on the knob as Elvis requested.

"Please. Don't call doll. I'm not your doll. What are you doing here?" Dahlia asks.

Elvis looks over the brim of his sunglasses with his eyebrows raised. He takes them off to better look at Dahlia.

"I wanted to give these to ya," Elvis says, taking out a single rose from the bouquet and offering it to Dahlia. "And I wanted to talk about what happened earlier tonight."

Dahlia doesn't take the rose from him. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest, not succumbing to Elvis' advances.

She doesn't know it, but Elvis loves stubborn, spicy women. Elvis is the master of the chase. Dahlia, not surrendering to his advances, makes him want her even more. He doesn't mind women that fold to him easily, but he admires a woman who seems uninterested. It just means Elvis can charm his way into her heart.

"Earlier? You mean when you poured your drink on me?" She asks.

"It was an accident. Truly, it was. Let me make it up to you," Elvis says, trying to give her the rose again.

Reluctantly, Dahlia takes the rose from Elvis in good faith that he'd leave. She steps forward and takes the flower from Elvis. He lightly touches her fingers. In the brief moment, Dahlia feels something electric in his touch. She pulls her hand away from Elvis and inhales sharply.

"I guess my fingers are cold," Elvis says.

"Are the flowers... your apology?" She asks. "You can't just tell me I'm sorry and be done with it?"

Elvis remains quiet, twiddling his thumb as he bites his lip.

"Oh, I understand. You're too proud to say those words," Dahlia realizes. "I'll be the bigger woman than. I forgive you. You may leave now."

"So you don't like the roses?" Elvis asks, sitting in a chair.

"They're fine, but if you're trying to ease your conscience for what happened earlier..." Dahlia pauses. "Wait. How did you know what room I was in? How do you know my name?"

"Oh, your friend Natalie told me," Elvis confessed. "She also told me that red roses are your favorite."

Dahlia shakes her head.

"Of course she did."

"Also, I wanted to confess something to you," Elvis says, jestering to the sofa by the flowers.

Dahlia doesn't want to sit down, but she feels this is the only way to get Elvis to leave sooner. What doesn't realize is that Elvis has no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Earlier," Elvis starts off. "I...I... when I bumped into you, it wasn't an accident."

"What do you mean?"

Elvis pauses. "I meant to bump into you on purpose, but I didn't mean to spill my drink on you like I did."

Dahlia's eyes widen in amazement and pure shock. She can't believe her ears. Elvis really purposely bumped into her.

"Why? Why would you go out of your way to bump into me and humiliate me like that?"

"I saw you from across the room. I heard your laughter, and it was enough to find some way to meet you."

She looks down at her rose. "So, you couldn't just walk over and introduce yourself?"

Dahlia looks back up at Elvis. Elvis glances past her, ashamed that he wasn't more of a gentleman in the situation. He was just so damn nervous. He bites his bottom lip and looks back at her.

At the moment, Dahlia notices something in Elvis most may never see. He's shy. How could this man be shy? He has women practically throw themselves at him.

He gives off the allusion of a king in that perspective, but Dahlia sees a little boy in front of her. A little boy searching for a friend. The thought softens her heart and opens her mind.

"M-Maybe I should go," Elvis says, walking towards the door.

"Elvis!" Dahlia shouts, jumping in front of him.

Elvis stops short right in front of her, wide-eyed. Dahlia looks in his eyes and sees the true hue of his oceanic blues. She sees the sharpness of his Greek jawline and pout of his full lips. The pictures don't do him justice. Elvis Presley is absolutely gorgeous.

"Thank you. For... for the roses. No one's ever given me flowers before. They're amazing," Dahlia says.

Elvis nods his head and smiles.

"You're welcome, Doll," Elvis replies.

All of a sudden, the nickname isn't as bad as Dahlia originally believed. Elvis was just being friendly and trying to bond with her. She sees that now. The question is, how does she get him to stay and talk to her without being too forward? She gently tugs his arm and leads him to the sofa.

"I was... thinking you could tell me about that one song of yours."

Elvis squints his eyes as he slightly cocks his head to the side. "Which song, Doll?"

"That... one... about a trap," Dahlia shuddered over her words. "We're caught in a trap."

Elvis sits and ponders for a moment. Then it hits him that the song she speaks of.

"Yeah, that's Suspicious Minds," Elvis says. "What would you like to know?"

"For something so modern and upbeat, it's quite sad. Who were you singing it to? Who made you suspicious?" She asks.

Elvis stares off into the distance, thinking about the loves of his past. No, he didn't write the words, but to each song, he decided to sing a piece of its poetry resonated with him. Elvis never really broke up with any of his lovers. It was always him that was left behind for his wrongdoings.

"Honestly, Doll... I... I think I'm singing from a lover's point of view of trust. So... if an old friend I know comes by to say hello, will I still see suspension in your eyes? Has my past led you to believe that I'm not a good man?"

"Or will we continue to suspect one another," Dahlia says, leaning her head against her rested arm. "That's insightful."

"Is that your favorite song?" Elvis asks, resting his head against his propped up hand.

"It's a catchy song, but it's not my favorite," she admits.

"Which song is your favorite?"

"You'll leave if I tell you the truth."

"Tell me the truth," Elvis whispers.

Something about the way he speaks to her mixed with the color of his eyes and his unearthly beauty has her speak her mind.

"I'm... not..."

"What? You're not what?" Elvis asks gently.

Dahlia looks away from Elvis and confesses.

"I'm not a fan of yours."

"Hmm..." Is all Elvis breathes.

Dahlia looks back at him, curiosity feeling her brain. Elvis has moved a muscle. He is completely at ease and isn't in the slightest insulted.

"Well, Doll. There's a lot of people who aren't Elvis Presley fans. It's okay. I had a feeling you're more of an... Sinatra fan."

"No, Little Richard."

"I'm a fan of his, too. I got a glimpse of him once at Club Handy. He's definitely the King of Rock N Roll. Although, I really think Fats Domino is the true king of the genre."

"Really?" Dahlia says, hearing his words.

"Yeah. I'm just a fan who sang a song of one of my favorite artists, and people noticed."

At that moment, Dahlia sees that Elvis is humble. He's not a boastful man, and he gives credit where it's due. This, along with his attractiveness, makes her panties completely drenched.

Dahlia pushes that thought away from her mind. She's not going to sleep with Elvis Presley just because he got her flowers. She wants to be earned, not bought.

"If I were willing to become an Elvis fan, where should I start?"

"You would start in Tupelo, Mississippi."

"Tupelo?" Dahlia asks, confused by his statement.

"It's where we were born."

"We?"

"My twin brother, Jesse and I."

"There are two of you?"

"No..." Elvis looks down for the first time they started talking. "It's just me now. Jesse died at birth. It was just me and Mama and Daddy."

"I'm so sorry, Elvis." Dahlia says softly, gently taking his hand.

When she does this, electricity passes through her from his touch. It makes her heart flutter, and she feels time stops for them to live in the moment. She stares at his hand, and Elvis gently clasps her fingers. He raises her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to her cool skin. If Dahlia wasn't wet before, she is now. He's a romantic man.

"I'm sorry too that he's not here. But he's with Mama. That brings me peace until we all can be together again," Elvis says. "But Tupelo was where I got my first guitar. It's where I snuck into the old juke joints with my friends and listen to all the great blues musicians. All before Memphis."

Elvis tells Dahlia about leaving Tupelo and arriving in Memphis. He tells her about high school and how in failed music class. Dahlia laughs at this statement because, according to the world, he's the King of Rock N Roll. He mentions how he loves gospel and sneaked into into Southern black churches to hear the choirs sing.

The more Elvis talks, the more Dahlia learns how kind he is. There's that boyish quality that made her want him to stay.

"So what song of yours would guarantee that I'm yours?" Dahlia asks, realizing that her words could indicate something completely different.

Elvis raises his left eyebrow and starts to laugh that contagious laugh of his. Dahlia covers her mouth in shock.

"I'm sorry, Elvis. I meant..."

"It's fine, Doll. I know what you meant," Elvis clarified, taking her hand once more.

"I think a lot of fans love I Can't Help Falling in Love with You," he states. "It's the last song I sing at each concert I do, and the audience loves it. Everytime."

"I can't help falling in love with you? Huh? There's a subliminal message here."

"Maybe it is," Elvis says, slowly leaning in closer to Dahlia.

She promised herself that she wouldn't kiss Elvis, but Dahlia meets him halfway. As their lips touch, Dahlia can feel the softness of Elvis' lips. The scent of his musk feels her nostrils, and she's filled with a sense of euphoria. Elvis glides his tongue over hers.

Captivated by Dahlia charm and kindness, Elvis allows himself to get lost in the moment. She's the one. His Satnin. He could tell by the way she laughed and smiled. The way she opened her heart to him was unlike any woman before her. Almost like his mama.

"Elvis?" Dahlia asks, pulling away from him.

"Yes, Doll?"

"What is this?"

Elvis smiles that hundred watt smile and says, "This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

"I think so too," Dahlia sighs, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Elvis leans his chin against her head. And to think, this all began with him spilling his drink on her. Dahlia feels like that was a million years ago.

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[alarrytale]

I fear too that Harry and Louis might never be able to CO due to image clauses from X Factor. But there have been people from X Factor who have CO and have said that they were pressed into the closet, but they're not near as famous. Maybe it's different for Harry and Louis as Sony was so involved in their closeting and they might want to cover their own back. When Harry started his solo career and recorded Medicine there were brief syndicated articles saying that he was CO as bisexual with the song. They weren't around long but it made me wonder if he had planned on CO as bisexual at the beginning of his solo career and then changed his mind or something came up. There was that stuff with Nick Grimshaw. Like the tabloids actually hinting at them being together. They were everywhere in the tabloids. Harry releasing Lights Up on National CO day. I'm just wondering. Could that all have still happened if there was an image clause that they could never CO. Unless it's something along the lines of them not being able to speak about it. I agree with you that a lot of bargaining goes on. Like Harry doing DWD so he can do MP. But Holivia did so much damage to his image. I have wondered if Harry is on purposely ruining his image in hopes that Sony allows him to CO. Because I think that would be better for his image. If the queerbaiting stuff gets too much then maybe they'll have to let him out. On the other hand he could go even deeper into the closet and try harder to make his pr relationships look real, which I fear too. If he knew that he couldn't CO until the end of his career then wouldn't he have stayed deep in the closet like Louis?

Hi, anon!

I do think it's different with H and L. Times were different back then. Yes, other txf contestants have since come out (or were out on the show). Christopher Maloney for example. They weren't marketed as heartthrobs though and weren't as young as H and L were. The image portrayals were very different, because H and L needed fangirls to fawn over them and crush on them.

I don't think H has ever been close to come out as bisexual (he's denied that before). If he comes out i don't think he wants to lie further. Hinting about boys (while also mentioning girls) in Medicine is how far he's allowed to go (gay wise). Harry and Nick were mutual promo. It was a pr relationship where they sold you friendship and not romance. Nick needed promo to get listeners as he started his job at bbc. Harry's fans were his exact target group. People listened to him on the radio because he told stories about his friendship with Harry. Nick is gay, so tabloids speculated abut them to make tabloid fodder. Nick was also a judge on txf.

I don't know where they'll go from here. How they'll manage H's image. If they push him back in or let him more out. We'll see. If he knew he wouldn't be able to come out before his career is over, i'm not sure it would look much different? I don't think Harry is someone who'd be able to stay deep in a closet. I think Louis manages that somewhat better. Harry would be deeply unhappy and needs freedom and to be allowed to be himself. He's pushed for that for years and he's been allowed more and more to do so. Hence 'the last two years is the happiest i've ever been' speech. But for him to be even more free, more gay, more himself he's being pushed harder to stunt for the hets. So maybe that's where we're heading. Going to extremes, maybe we'll get a full on gay Harry album and he'd have to get engaged in order to do so? It's push and pull every time.

#harry image #louis image #coming out #stunting #nick grimshaw #gryles for ts

[gabrielandjulia]

two stills top from passionflix IG and the julia pic from ToscaMusk IG

Denis Maloney (DP) and Giulio Berruti (Spoilerman/Gabriel) on set before they go on hiatus til Jan of next yr to finish filming Gabriel's Redemption

#gabriel emerson #gabriels redemption movie #gabriels redemption #julia mitchell #julianne mitchell #melanie zanetti #melaniezanetti #giulio berruuti #giulioberruti

[realhousewives-fan]

What Were They Doing There Without Ariana?!

This friend group is so “incestuous”, as Andy Cohen describes them, that it took an outsider to see the red flags.

It must be bizarre to navigate a friend group that is flooded with exes as a newbie. But it gives a fresh set of eyes on the shadiness that goes around.

James Kennedy’s girlfriend Ally Lewber had spotted Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss at the Abby at 1 am, dancing together, without Ariana Madix.

She thought it was weird.

When Ally mentioned this to Katie Maloney-Schwartz she told Ally that Ariana and Sandoval don’t have “strict rules in their relationship”.

When she mentioned this to James, he wasn’t that shocked by the news either.

He interpreted Katie’s comment about rules as in Ariana and Sandoval possibly having an open relationship. 

There was a rumor before the season aired that Ariana and Sandoval had an open relationship, but Ariana has denied this on Twitter.

But James didn’t even see the bother of bringing this up to Ariana and told Ally to rather share this with Scheana Shay.

As Ariana’s best friend, if anyone would know if something was up it would be Scheana.

It must kill Scheana to be reminded of how hard she defended Raquel this season.

But I would argue that it’s just a big testament of what kind of a friend she is. She was loyal and supportive to someone she saw needed guidance.

It must feel like a huge betrayal for Scheana as well as Ariana.

They were spotted together in August. 

If they had brought it up to Ariana, would they have exposed the affair before it got dragged out for 7 freaking months?!

Not necessarily. Ariana was always a fierce supporter and a great partner to Sandoval.

But Katie used this ammunition immediately and taunted Sandoval at Lala Kent’s birthday, and he just acted really annoyed with her implication.

Katie’s little smirk at the end was priceless though. She loves to make Sandoval sweat.

#Vanderpump Rules #Pump Rules #PumpRules #Scandoval #Andy Cohen #James Kennedy #Ally Lewber #Tom Sandoval #Raquel Leviss #Ariana Madix #Katie Maloney-Schwartz #Scheana Shay #Lala Kent

[biglisbonnews]

Unauthorized beach holiday after chance encounter with company director Used car dealer Gary Maloney took an unauthorized beach holiday and bumped into one of his employers while in Portugal. This led to his departure from the company, but he is now suing for unfair dismissal. Maloney claims he didn't receive a clear response when requesting time off, while the company denies this. The chance encounter in a bar revealed Maloney's whereabouts, and he returned to work only to be confronted by senior staff. http://www.futurecar.com/10365/Unauthorized-beach-holiday-after-chance-encounter-with-company-director

#FutureCar Staff #Futurecar.com

[f1]

F2: Crawford goes early to secure maiden pole in stop-start Zandvoort drama

Red Bull junior Jak Crawford proved timing is everything in a chaotic qualifying in Zandvoort. Claiming provisional pole on his second attempt, three Red Flag appearances denied almost everyone a chance to improve, allowing the Hitech Pulse-Eight driver to hold on to his first Formula 2 pole position. Dennis Hauger seemed to have the American’s time beat, but the second Red Flag metres from the line denied his effort and he had to settle for second. Mercedes junior Frederik Vesti set about clawing back Theo Pourchaire’s lead in the Drivers’ Championship in third, as the ART Grand Prix driver couldn’t improve beyond 10th. F1 EXPLAINS: Why tyres are crucial to success in Formula 1 With limited space around the 4.2km circuit, drivers immediately started scrapping over track position. Alpine junior Victor Martins and Jack Doohan narrowly avoided contact and Turn 14 and had to bail out of their first attempts. Crawford took charge at the 20-minute mark with a 1m 21.210s, 0.034s ahead of Hauger. However, after switching to his second set of softs, he was forced to box for a new front wing following contact with Clement Novalak in the pit lane. Jehan Daruvala spun off at Turn 3 to bring out the first Red Flag with seven minutes remaining. Once running resumed, Hauger bettered Crawford’s lap by 0.040s, but it wouldn’t register as a second Red Flag was flown metres from the line after Juan Manuel Correa spun off into the gravel trap at Turn 10. With only four minutes to go, Hauger continued going quicker but was denied a final attempt as Novalak brought out a third and final session-ending Red Flag, hitting the barriers out of Turn 3. FP1: Verstappen leads Alonso and Hamilton in opening practice session in Zandvoort Zane Maloney was one of the few drivers to improve before the second Red Flag, going from P20 to qualify fourth. Doohan secured fifth ahead of Oliver Bearman. Despite crashing out, Correa’s earlier efforts were enough for seventh ahead of Martins, Hadjar and Pourchaire. Championship leader Pourchaire will line up on reverse grid pole for Saturday’s Sprint Race, which gets underway at 13:15 local time. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #F2: Crawford goes early to secure maiden pole in stop-start Zandvoort drama #Formula 1

[masterofd1saster]

CJ court watch 21aug23

J. Paul L. Maloney granted judgment for a farmer in Country Mill Farms v. East Lansing, 17 cv 487 (W.D. Mich. Aug. 21, 2023).

The City of East Lansing requires vendors for its Farmer’s Market to comply with the City’s public policy against discrimination. Country Mill Farms offers to rent a portion of its property for weddings. Country Mill Farms, however, will not rent the property for same-sex weddings. Because of this general business practice, the City denied Country Mills Farm’s vendor application for the 2017 East Lansing Farmers Market. Country Mill Farms and its owner, Stephen Tennes, sued.*** The facts in this lawsuit are largely not in dispute. Plaintiff called eight witnesses. Defendant did not call any witnesses. The parties dispute the relevant law and the application of facts to the law.*** Tennes has adopted a mission statement for CMF: “glorify God by facilitating family fun on the farm and feeding families” (id. at 44 PageID.44311). That mission governs Tennes’ business and he includes a mission statement in his corporate documents (id.). Tennes stopped running haunted houses, something his father started, because the practice was not in line with his faith (id. at 52 PageID.4439). He has declined to host bachelor and bachelorette parties for the same reason (id.)

Tennes offers a portion of CMF as a wedding venue, as often as forty-four times a year (Hrg. Trans. I at 54 PageID.4442). Tennes considers the celebration of weddings at CMF as “a calling from God for us to serve” (id. at 55 PageID.4442). Tennes’ religious belief is that a marriage is between a man and a woman (id. at 56 PageID.4443). Because of this sincerely held religious belief, Tennes will not rent the venue for same-sex weddings (id. at 115 PageID.4502). For a number of years, through 2016, the East Lansing Farmer’s Market (ELFM) invited CMF to be a vendor (Hrg. Trans. I at 73 PageID.4460 Tennes). The City of East Lansing runs the market***

The [city] planning committee did not invite CMF to be a vendor for the 2017 ELFM (Hrg. Trans. I at 78 PageID.4465 Tennes). The City did not invite CMF because it decided to rent its venue for weddings but would not host same sex weddings (Hrg. Trans. II at 287 PageID.4674 Lahanas). When it did not receive an invitation, CMF applied to be a vendor for the 2017 ELFM (Hrg. Trans. I at 78 PageID.4465 Tennes). The City denied the application (id. at 85 PageID.4472; Ex. 28). In a letter, the City explained that CMF’s “general business practices do not comply with East Lansing’s Civil Rights ordinances and public policy***

The city's ordinances and policies were not generally applicable because they permit "secular conduct through exemptions while prohibiting the same conduct motivated by religious beliefs."

The City has not established that the decision to deny CMF a vendor license is narrowly tailored to meet a compelling government interest.***

#First Amendment #freedom of religion

[juarezesdeporte]

DESCARRILA LA LOCOMOTORA

El Paso, Texas., miércoles 12 de Julio, 2023.-El Paso Locomotive FC (West-3, 9-5-4, 31 puntos) cayó 1-2 ante San Antonio FC este miércoles por la noche en Southwest University Park

“Al final del día, ellos anotaron dos goles y nosotros marcamos uno”, dijo el entrenador en jefe y director técnico Brian Clarhaut. “Tenemos que mirarnos en el espejo. No estamos marcando tanto como deberíamos”.

Empatado hasta el 28′, el centrocampista Eric Calvillo ganaría un penal tras recibir una falta en el área por parte de Jacori Hayes de San Antonio. Calvillo se acercó al lugar y envió al portero Jordan Farr volando hacia el otro lado para anotar su primer gol de la temporada 2023, que dedicó a su hijo de un mes, Enzo, quien estaba presente.

“Este momento fue un gran momento para mí”, dijo Calvillo. “Tenía confianza en mí mismo, y los muchachos me respaldaron porque me dejaron tomarlo. Confían en mí para dejarme dar un paso adelante y hacer lo que quería, [que era] ponerlo en el fondo de la red”.

Desafortunadamente, San Antonio encontraría el fondo de la red dos veces sin respuesta en la segunda mitad para finalmente mantener la ventaja, llevándose los tres puntos.

El Paso Locomotive regresa a Southwest University Park el sábado por la noche para enfrentarse a Rio Grande Valley FC a las 7:30 de la tarde tiempo de la montaá.

RESUMEN DE PUNTUACIÓN

ELP 1 – Eric Calvillo (Penalti) 29′ SA 1 – Rida Zouhir (Tani Oluwaseyi) 58′ SA 2 – Rida Zouhir (Shannon Gómez) 62′ ALINEACIONES

ELP – (4-4-2) Benny Diaz, Bence Pavkovics, Erik McCue, Eder Borelli – C, Marc Navarro (Miles Lyons), Nick Hinds (Emmanuel Sonupe), Eric Calvillo, Liam Rose (Louis Herrera), Aaron Gomez ( Petar Petrovic), Denys Kostyshyn, Luis Solignac

Suplentes no utilizados: Javier García, Diego Abarca, Chris García

SA – (3-4-3) Jordan Farr, Shannon Gomez, Mitchell Taintor, Fabien García, Lamar Batista, Ismaila Jome (Connor Maloney), Jacori Hayes, Justin Dhillon (Ignacio Bailone), Rida Zouhir (Carter Manley), Jorge Hernández , Tani Oluwaseyi

Suplentes no utilizados: Carlos Mercado, Mohammed Abu, PC, Niko Hansen

RESUMEN DE MALA CONDUCTA

ELP – Denys Kostyshyn (Amarillo) 38′, Nick Hinds (Amarillo) 59′, Eder Borelli (Amarillo) 85′, Miles Lyons (Amarillo) 90+6′, Louis Herrera (Amarillo) 90+6′, Eric Calvillo (Amarillo ) 90+6′ SA – Lamar Batista (Amarillo) 80′, (Rojo) 90+4′, Jorge Hernandez (Amarillo) 90+6′, Rida Zouhir (Amarillo) 90+6′, Tani Oluwaseyi (Amarillo) 90+6′ ESTADÍSTICAS DEL PARTIDO: ELP | SA

GOLES: 1|2 ASISTENCIAS: 0|2 POS. %: 59|42 TIROS: 12|12 TIROS A PORTERÍA: 4|5 SALVADOS: 3|3 FALTAS: 12|12 FUERA DE JUEGO: 0|2 ESQUINAS: 7|4

HASTA LA PRÓXIMA: Sábado, 15 de julio vs Rio Grande Valley FC. Inicio a las 7:30 de la tarde en el Southwest University Park. El Paso Locomotive FC juega contra Rio Grande Valley FC por primera vez esta temporada en un enfrentamiento consecutivo de Copa Tejas.

#local #Youtube

[cyarskaren52]

Tom Sandoval-Raquel Leviss Affair Began During Threesome With Ariana Madix, Source Claims

It’s been nearly four weeks since news of the Tom Sandoval-Raquel Leviss affair went public, and you probably think by now, just about every aspect of the ensuing scandal has been thoroughly dissected by the thousands of online sleuths who assigned themselves to the case.

But believe it or not, there are still key questions that remain unanswered.

Chief among them — exactly how and when did this all get started?

The latest comes to us from a source claims to know exactly when Tom and Raquel went from being friends to friends with benefits.

And it seems Ariana played a pivotal role in that transition.

It’s a bold claim, but not a baseless one.

The source notes that Tom and Ariana were previously rumored to be in an open relationship, and the arrangement was even mentioned at the recent Vanderpump Rules Season 10 premiere.

“The interviewer goes one step further and asks ‘If you guys ever did a throuple, anyone on the cast you’d want to be part of it?’” the source continues.

“Schwartz noted, ‘Didn’t it already happen?’ supposedly alluding to Raquel.

The source then suggests that the theory was almost confirmed by Katie Maloney during a recent appearance on Watch What Happens Live.

“On last night’s WWHL Katie said she’s not surprised the affair was with [Raquel],” the insider says.

No one involved in the alleged “throuple” has confirmed or denied the threesome allegations, but Ariana long ago denied that rumors that she and Sandoval were in an open relationship.

“Glad you clarified that sh-t early bc I really don’t see it,” one follower replied.

“lmao right? like are we really gonna waste episodes on trying to figure that one out,” Madix responded.

Now it looks as though Ariana’s relationship was significantly more open than she realized at the time.

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Chapter Two: ScotRok Festival

For the past fortnight Jane had packed and unpacked her suitcase multiple times. She and Louise were only staying in a Glasgow hotel for a few days and it was only half an hour's drive back to Kilmarnock but Jane was still having second thoughts about going at all. She couldn't tell Louise, she wouldn't understand, for Jane's doubts never really went away. When Jane made a decision, it wasn't done and dusted and final, she would constantly reassess her decision and bring up the pros and cons almost every day. This was one of these decisions, one of these situations where Jane was overthinking it, she was doubting herself and fighting the desperate urge to back out. As she stood by her bed looking down at the suitcase, almost packed...again, she thought about seeing her favourite band live. Was she ready to escape her comfort zone just yet? It had been five months since she started seeing Doctor Fisher, surely she was ready by now. The only one against you...is you! Wasn't that what she had said the first time they met? All the odds were stacked in her favour; she had the week off, Louise had planned the whole week, they had tickets, Dexter Maloney was going to be there singing his heart out...the only thing standing in her way was indeed her. She tried to put the past few weeks behind her; Nancy giving her the cold shoulder on a daily basis, Eliza's constant torture of her winning tickets to see her idol, Jane's mother clucking away at her like a mother hen and lecturing her on the dangers of Glasgow the big bad city. It took a lot for Monica to move to Kilmarnock, to her Glasgow was exactly as it was portrayed in Taggart, murder city! Jane had to try and shut out her mother's omnipresent negativity. She also had to come to terms with the fact that along with the PCOS and the blue eyes, there was also Monica's anxiety in the all-inclusive package that Jane had been given at birth.

Downstairs Eliza was yammering away about Jensen Reed and the new film that just came out, how he was definitely a contender for the Oscars next year once again, how gorgeous he was even playing a patient in a psychiatric ward. If Jane had to hear his name uttered once more, she was going to scream, better yet she was going to tear down those stupid posters on Eliza's wall and burn them right in front of her. No she wasn't, Jane didn't do impulsive, she did cautious. Extracting revenge wasn't in her make-up. "It's amazing how he is still hot wearing a straitjacket and talking in tongues, or whatever, I still love him!" Eliza giggled and looked off into the distance with a dreamy look on her heavily caked face. Why she insisted on wearing so much make-up was beyond Jane's comprehension, because despite hating her little sister, she couldn't deny how naturally pretty she was. She didn't need all that crap on her face. Maybe Doctor Fisher was right, maybe Eliza was insecure and seeking validation, only not from Jane but from the world. Jane shuddered, she was getting way too deep for this Friday evening, it was fish and chips night from the café at the top of the road and then it was time to get some rest. The tickets Louise got for ScotRok were for Saturday and Sunday only, Sweet Cacophony were playing on both days and Jane could not wait...also Jane was terrified! Unexpectedly, she felt her heart speed up to a gallop as she struggled for air, no...no panic attack, not now! Her eyes blurred, she felt that all too familiar dizziness envelope her head and her limbs turned to jelly. She closed her eyes and took in a long breath, then out, it began to pass as she continued to breathe slowly in and out with her eyes firmly shut. As the moment passed, she sat on her bed in silence, still breathing in and out. For the past few months Jane had managed to stop a panic attack in its tracks before curling up into the foetal position and wanting to die, she was always proud of herself when she staved off an attack like this one and rather than deter her from going forward with her planned week with Louise, this only made her more determined to go and enjoy herself.

***

The festival was packed, everyone was being searched at the gate for anything suspect including food and drink, the organisers made a fortune selling their own stuff and discouraged festival goers to bring their own from outside the stage area. Louise had her trusty bag with her, she had hidden compartments everywhere in that thing, like the shoulder bag version of a Swiss army knife and was smuggling contraband in with her. Once again Jane was a bag of nerves, terrified that they would get caught with a naughty little bottle of water and a bag of flying saucers. Once they were safely in, and still in possession of their illegal goods, they watched a few lesser-known bands on various stages and some better known on the main stage. All in all Saturday was a good day, despite being unable to get into Sweet Cacophony's set, there was always tomorrow and this time they would get there good and early. Live and learn, as Jane's granny used to say.

Sunday was slightly quieter, which was just as well, as Louise led Jane by the arm to the front of the stage where Sweet Cacophony were playing. Within half an hour the place was full of bodies all chattering away excitedly. The huge screen at the back of the stage lit up making Jane jump, then want to gag as River Monster's logo appeared on it in enormous letters. "Fuck, Lou we're at the wrong stage!" she muttered as Louise looked up from her phone looking bemused.

"What are you on about?"

"LOOK!" Jane shouted over the ever-swelling crowd of people laughing and chanting, pointing her arm up towards the offending logo. Louise's face drained of colour at the sight of the big screen as they both looked around for a way out but being at the front made it virtually impossible to leave. Then the band started to arrive, one by one; guitarist and backing vocalist Kris Spencer, bass player and guitarist T.J. Chambers then keyboard player Bradley Jenkins, yes Jane knew all of their names and what instruments they played courtesy of Eliza who never shut up about them. Jane felt a cold sweat trickle down her back as the drummer and fourth member of the band, Jonah Reed, came running on waving his drumsticks in the air. Jonah was Jensen's younger brother and just as cocky. Only one band member left to appear, the pimple on Jane's backside, Jensen fucking Reed! He swaggered onstage with his guitar hanging from his shoulders waving his arms about and addressing the crowd through a microphone he was holding way too close to his mouth. He was wearing sunglasses, hiding those famous baby blues that made most women go weak at the knees, his ridiculously shiny brown hair was down to his shoulders and effortlessly bounced around and landed in flattering positions as he walked making him even more handsome. Well if you liked that sort of thing, Jane did not! He was wearing a black t-shirt that was very loose on his slender frame, it had the River Monster logo on it too, his skinny ripped jeans made his legs look even bonier than usual and his taste in footwear made Jane jealous, a pair of black converse high tops with red flames emblazoned on the sides. He approached the front of the stage and placed the microphone on its stand, that's when it all came rushing back, the immense hatred for him and the urge to gouge out his perfectly sparkling blue eyes.

"Is everyone havin' a good time?" He yelled over the microphone as the crowd reacted positively and noisily to him, "I can't fuckin' hear you, I said...IS EVERYONE HAVIN' A GOOD TIME???" The crowd cheered, shrieked, and whooped even louder as the band started up and Jensen Reed began to sing their first hit song, Broken Fireworks. Jane stood there, at the front, arms crossed and a face that would turn milk sour. Louise was still looking around the crowd for a gap to sneak out of and catch the rest of Sweet Cacophony's set. As time dragged on, Jensen was continually obnoxious, he persisted on lifting his shirt to reveal his toned midriff and shouted about taking a dozen of the lovely women in the crowd back to his hotel room, Jane felt sick. Louise gave her an apologetic shrug as they endured an entire two hours of the Jensen Reed show. In one particular monologue he talked about the size of his manhood and how he would show the crowd but he was told it wasn't appropriate for the middle of the day in the open air, he was exactly as Jane had imagined, a narcissistic potty mouth who talked constant trash! It was the worst two hours of her life, even though Jensen Reed was a phenomenal singer and his songs were actually tolerable. At one point he actually looked down in Jane's direction and winked at her, while she almost threw up. He got a few people up on stage for the final song, End of Everything, mostly females of course. Jane had never felt so mad, watching him jump around and be adored by the entire crowd was too much. Her heart thumped in her chest ferociously, almost as if it was going to burst out and projectile across the stage and land at his feet. Louise elbowed her just in time and shoved her towards a small gap in the crowd as they made their hasty exit, unfortunately it was too late for Sweet Cacophony and Jane wanted to cry. She had missed Dexter Maloney!

Rather than look for other bands to watch, Jane insisted on going back to the hotel. She was in an extremely bitter mood and didn't want to be within ten miles of Jensen bloody Reed. Louise tried to talk to her on the car ride back, but she couldn't even answer her she was so livid. How did they manage to go to the wrong stage? How could they have missed Sweet Cacophony? How did they survive two whole hours of Jensen Reed? Jane opened the car door before Louise had even stopped in the parking space and stomped into the hotel foyer. Stabbing at the buttons outside the elevator, she muttered to herself feeling her cheeks burn. "Janey?" Louise tapped her shoulder.

"WHAT?" Jane replied grumpily.

"Look we can go and see them somewhere else, it's no big deal!" No big deal? Five whole months of therapy destroyed in two hours! No, Louise was right, it was no big deal...it was a huge deal!

"I just want to take a long, hot shower and wash away all that Jensen muck off of me, alright?" Louise nodded in agreement as they entered the elevator and headed up to their room.

After standing in the shower for a good half an hour, Jane finally emerged from the hotel bathroom in her pyjamas and wet hair hanging carelessly down her back. Her suitcase was sitting on top of her bed, it was open and clothes were half in and half out. Without hesitation she began to shove everything inside, re-entering the bathroom and gathering up her toiletries she threw them inside the case also as Louise looked on in confusion as she sat on her own bed. "What are you doing Janey?"

"I'm going home!" Jane replied with a grunt.

"But we have another week left, I have plans for us..."

"Yeah well, I want to go home!" Louise looked more sad than anything else, usually she got angry with Jane's impulsive tantrums. This week, it had been planned for such a long time, okay they didn't get to see Sweet Cacophony, but there was so much more for them to do! It looked like Jane was having none of it though, as she zipped her bulging suitcase closed roughly.

"Jane, this is stupid! Let's just enjoy the rest of our week. Why don't you sleep on it?" Trying not to lose her temper, Louise attempted to reason with her visibly enraged best friend.

"I'm going home tomorrow Lou, don't need to sleep on it!" Louise lost control and snapped.

"Well you can take the fucking train because I'm not driving you home!!!" Louise stood up and stormed out of the hotel room, leaving Jane to stew all by herself. Jensen Reed took up way too much of her life, the whole thing was all Jane's own making, and Louise was sick of it.

***

Taking Louise's words to heart, Jane got up early the next morning and headed to Central Station. It was a ten-minute walk from the hotel and her suitcase had wheels, which was helpful due to the sheer weight of it, carrying was not an option unless she wanted to end up in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Sitting across from a coffee shop in the station waiting for her train, Jane wondered if she was cutting off her nose to spite her face. Should she have just stayed and tried to enjoy the rest of her week off with Louise? No, Jensen Reed destroyed all of her hopes and dreams once again with his stupid hair and annoying smile, grating voice that made you want to rip your own ears off...bastard! Sipping on the cappuccino she had bought was probably not a good idea, she was in a foul mood and caffeine only made Jane aggressive.

The train ride home was lonely and quiet. She felt bad for leaving Louise, but she couldn't stand to be in Glasgow for a minute longer, she just wanted to go home to her own bed and get on with her life. Then she remembered Eliza's competition win and the posters on her wall and the music blaring out of her room around the clock...and the rage boiled up again. I can't escape him, he's everywhere! Hot tears stung her cheeks as she glanced out of the window and saw sheep grazing in fields looking like they didn't have a care in the world, at that moment she wished she was a sheep, in the sheep world there was no Jensen Reed!

Monica was surprised to see her daughter appear at such an early time in the morning, dragging her suitcase mournfully across the back-room carpet and bumping it up the stairs in almost slow motion. "What are you doing here Jane? Aren't you supposed to be in Glasgow with Louise?"

"Please don't talk to me mum, I'm not in the mood!"

"Well tough!" Monica shouted back at her in a shrill tone, mug of tea in hand she followed her up the stairs with plenty of questions ready to fire in her direction. "Where's Louise?"

"Still in Glasgow!" Jane answered quietly as she elbowed her bedroom door open, hot on her heels her mother made several tutting sounds and slurped her tea noisily.

"Did you two have a falling out? I hope not, she's been a very good friend to you Jane, not many people would put up with your silly little...foibles!" Yes, Jane's silly little foibles, anxiety, and depression, two things that she inherited from her in the first place.

"Well they do say that being a nutter runs in the family!" The look of horror on Monica's face almost made Jane laugh, but she managed to compose herself.

"Jane you are not a nutter, you're just a very hard person to deal with. You're stubborn and you tend to shy away from anything remotely social, you're almost twenty seven and you still live here with me and your dad, you haven't brought a young man home in over ten years! I worry about you Janey, I really do."

"Well you always have Eliza to give you grandchildren!" Jane muttered irritably.

"That is not what worries me, I don't care about grandchildren Jane, I care about you! I just want you to be happy, if that means I don't get to be a grandmother then I don't mind, your happiness is all that matters!" Jane felt her eyes fill up as she turned her back on her mother, trying to sniff back any tears that attempted to fall.

"That's the thing though mum..." Time to be honest, even if it hurt her mother in the process, she needed to tell someone, "...I'm not happy! I'm so not happy, I'm miserable! I don't want to live anymore I really don't!" Jane's shoulders slumped and she turned to face her mother. Monica's face was ashen and her mug was tilting to the side in her hand. The expression on her face was one of astonishment, like someone had smacked her right across the cheek. There was a long silence before either of them spoke.

"I thought...I thought your appointments with Doctor Fisher were helping I...Jane I don't know what to do or say. Only that your dad and I both love you very much and we're always here for you." Monica placed her mug on top of Jane's desk and wrapped her in a warm, forceful hug. "Just tell me what I can do, what do you need?"

"I don't know mum!" Jane mumbled into her shoulder smelling her dressing gown, her mum's scent always calmed her but not this time, "I just feel so empty, and when I'm not feeling empty I feel so angry at everything and everyone! It's exhausting!" Monica rubbed her back affectionately and whispered in her ear.

"What is my darling?" Jane let out a heart wrenching sob and replied with just one, single word.

"Living!"

***

Jane hadn't heard from Louise in over three weeks, nor had Jane tried to contact Louise, there was a stalemate. They had argued before but it always blew over within minutes and it was forgotten, it had never gone on for this long. Jane was down about missing her favourite band, she was down about having to endure Jensen Reed's appalling antics for two whole hours, she was down about Eliza going on like a lunatic about her tickets, then there was Nancy. When Jane got back to work, Nancy had been unbearable, worse than ever, putting her in for shifts she didn't agree to and just being downright nasty in general. Jane had worked ten days in a row while Nancy was up in Lewis visiting her mother and relatives, she was exhausted and drained and needed a day off but had her own shifts to cover for the next four days. When Nancy returned on the Monday, Jane lost the will to live when she was put in for Ashley's Friday night shift along with her own which was going to result in her working fifteen days without a day off. "Nancy I can't do Friday!" Nancy turned a fetching shade of crimson and inhaled a sharp breath.

"Why not???" She blinked at her; her voice taking on an accusatorial tone, this was the last straw for Jane. It was none of her business why, Jane was entitled to refuse to work someone else's shift after racking up fourteen days in a row.

"Well if you must know, I need a day off! I'll be working an entire fortnight without a break as it is, I'm not doing her shift I'm sorry!" Nancy gave her the silent treatment after that, it was embarrassing in front of the customers, and any time that she did speak to her she bit her head off. Jane went home that night, sat down at her desk, and wrote her letter of resignation, she couldn't take any more!

The following morning, before Nancy arrived for her shift, Jane placed the resignation letter on top of the till behind the bar in plain sight. She also handed one into the chairman upstairs who tried very hard to change her mind, but she had already decided. Going into work that night was a combination of relief and dread, she still had to face Nancy. The old come into the toilets for a chat technique was attempted but Jane was having none of it, "No I won't!" She answered Nancy's request.

"Just for a minute, to talk?"

"No Nancy, I'm not going anywhere with you, not without a witness!" Nancy let out a small, stunned laugh and her eyes were as wide as saucers.

"That's a bit drastic, don't you think?" She replied to Jane breathily, her accent thicker than usual, obviously not understanding the seriousness of the situation, just Jane having one of her turns.

"No I don't think it's drastic when it comes to employment law!" Jane stood her ground, it had been a long time coming, almost a whole decade in fact. Nancy put her head down and gathered her things together.

"Well I'm very sorry you feel that way." Were her parting words, as she left without speaking to another soul. When the door shut behind her, Jane let out a breath she'd been holding in since she came in. By the end of the week she would never have to deal with that woman ever again. The only thing she regretted was leaving a job she loved. The fact that she was just handing in a week's notice and walking away should have been a reason for Nancy to thank her. Jane could have taken the club and the bar manager to an industrial tribunal for bullying in the workplace, but all she wanted was to get away from the whole toxic situation.

Over the course of Jane's final week, many of the members gave her good luck cards and bought her drinks, sad to see her go. There were some exceptions though, Nancy's clique, the President and Vice President of that clique being Molly and Dougie Egglesfield. They were Nancy's spies when she came off shift, they watched everything that Jane did and reported back, they were likely the ones who made complaints about her attitude. Jane looked at them sitting there, being uncharacteristically quiet, remembering one time when she arrived for a shift with a particularly painful headache. Jane was never one to be able to hide her feelings, pain was not something she could hide either. The first she knew of her feelings being painted all over her face was when Nancy ended her shift and sat at the bar with the Egglesfields, Dougie whispered to her "What's up with her face tonight?" nodding his head towards Jane as Nancy simply shrugged and sipped her vodka and coke. Later, when Nancy had gone home, Dougie had asked Jane "You okay pal?"

"Yes." Jane smiled as she poured a mixer from the gun into a glass, "Just have a really bad headache, but hopefully the painkillers will kick in soon." She saw the look of guilt on his face, miscalling her for something she couldn't control and meant no harm over, it had to be more than a coincidence that shortly after that particular exchange Nancy informed Jane of the complaints against her. Then again, Jane could have been wrong and the members could genuinely have hated her guts.

Her final shift was quiet, uneventful, and sad. Two of the regular ladies had given her flowers and a card and told her that they would really miss her. She closed up for the last time, turned off the lights, locked the door and walked away from something that had been a huge part of her life for nearly a decade. She got home where her parents were sitting in the front lounge watching late night television. Monica stood up and outstretched her arms, tilting her head to the side she mumbled, "Aww Janey, how was it?"

"Fine!" Jane sighed impatiently, she just wanted to go upstairs and wallow all by herself.

"Come here, I want a cuddle!" Her mother insisted, who was she to deny her? Obviously she needed it more than Jane did so she obliged. Wrapped in her mother's arms, she realised that she did need this, and the tears came. Her dad, not taking his eyes off of the television and sipping a can of beer chipped in.

"You will be missed Janey, who's going to decorate for Halloween and Christmas? Because I can tell you now, it won't be that lazy bitch!"

"Ricky!" Her mother scolded him, but secretly she agreed. Both her parents were members of the club, her dad being ex-army and on the committee. They may not have agreed with her leaving, but they stood by her regardless.

"I'm telling you! Davey is raging! He says he's lost his best barmaid!"

"Well of course he said that to you, you're my dad. What else is he going to say?" Jane muttered while trying to pry herself out of Monica's firm hold.

Once she got upstairs, after holding her breath as she passed Eliza's room blaring out River Monster, she dropped her bag on the floor and fell onto her bed and wept. She really was going to miss her job, she had nothing else lined up, it was just a spur of the moment thing she had decided to do. She had been at the end of her rope, no matter what Nancy would have said in the toilets had Jane gone with her, nothing would have changed her mind. She looked up at the night sky through the Velux window wishing she was on Mars, anywhere but here. Still hearing the thumping drums of Jonah Reed coming from Eliza, she wanted to close her eyes and never wake up. She had contemplated taking her own life many times over the past ten years, but this was different, she saw no end to her sadness. There was nothing for her in this world, what was the point of even being here. "I'm fat, ugly and jobless! Probably barren, have a terrible attitude, I'm rude...yeah a real catch!" Jane laughed bitterly to herself, not even having Louise to talk to during this whole ordeal was pushing her over the edge.

***

Jane didn't know when she fell asleep, fully clothed, on top of her bed but as she awoke the next morning she could hear the voices of her family downstairs in the kitchen. The television was blaring too, what time was it? She patted all over her bed for her phone, when she finally grasped a hold of it screwing her eyes to focus on the screen, it read 8:09am. Why was Eliza gibbering away like a budgie down there at this time on a Saturday morning?

Jane padded downstairs, still in her work clothes from the night before to see her sister sitting crossed legged on the floor with her nose practically pressed to the screen of the television, giggling away like a teenager. Over her head, Jane could see Jensen Reed sitting on the couch on Good Morning UK with that dazzling smile of his, wearing sunglasses in a studio?

Interviewer: So Jensen, the new film, Method of Madness. It's only July and there is already talk of an Oscar nod, were you expecting such a reaction to your performance?

Jensen: No, um, not at all! I was just so honoured to be working alongside such amazing actors that it was a dream for me to be in this movie. Anything else is...is just a bonus for me!

Gag! What a suck up, Jane thought to herself as she plopped down onto one of the seats behind Eliza who was bouncing up and down with excitement. Why was Jane even watching this? She hated the guy. Curiosity had a lot to answer for.

Interviewer: Is it true you watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest over a hundred times to prepare yourself for the role of Randy Burgess?

Jensen: Well, you know, I'm amazed at where people get these so-called facts from I really am. Yes I researched the role of Randy by watching several films similar to this one, it's something that most actors do, or watch documentaries about the subject matter. I wanted my portrayal of him to be genuine and authentic, so you do what you gotta do I suppose.

Interviewer: Now, onto your band, River Monster. Do you find it difficult touring with them and also promoting the film? I can imagine your work schedule is practically bursting at the seams.

Jensen: Well I'm a workaholic, so...yeah it's hard work juggling both careers but I love them equally and always find the time to do what I love. Oh and the tour starts here in the UK at the end of this month, O2 Arena! We've got the new album coming out tomorrow, Read the Room, our fifth album I should say...it's very personal to me...

Wow he was so full of his own importance, always talking about himself and never even mentioning the other members of the band, it was all me me me! Eliza was still giggling and bouncing as he talked, talked, and talked even more. "He's so hot!"

"Yeah sure, why does he wear sunglasses all the time these days? I mean he's indoors for fucks sake!" Jane mumbled behind her; this was met with Eliza's scowling face as she turned from the television.

"He's shy. You of all people should appreciate that he gets nervous when he does interviews!"

"He never used to wear sunglasses all the time Eliza, if you ask me since he won that Oscar he's climbed so far up his own arse no wonder he talks so much shite!" Eliza let out a tiny squeal and her face turned red. She didn't answer her sister, merely stood up and stomped off into her room. Jane watched the clip of his new film play after his interview ended, there was no denying that he was also a very good actor. It was just such a shame that despite all of that talent he was a really shitty person in real life.

Over the course of the next week, he was everywhere, spouting the same shit in every interview. It was taking its toll on Jane's already fragile mental health. Doctor Fisher had insisted on extending her sessions from eight to twelve as she had fallen slightly backwards in her progress. Louise had sent a text saying she was sorry to hear that Jane had left the club and that she was here if she needed to talk, but Jane merely replied with a thanks and left it at that. The problem was that Jane didn't want to talk, however much she needed to.

Jane retreated upstairs and barely left, no job to go to, no best friend to have a laugh with. Things were awkward between her and Louise despite the olive branch in the form of a text, she knew Louise would still be upset with her. Jane avoided everyone, barely went downstairs except for eating and collecting mail, while Eliza was psyching herself up for her big date with Jensen Reed in a few weeks' time. She was currently spending the entire summer break from college with her two henchwomen while Jane withered away up in her attic. Eliza was doing a beauty course at Ayrshire College just down the road from their home, she was thoroughly enjoying it and constantly pestered their mother to do her nails for practice. Monica had lovely nails and she could grow them without any bother, unlike Jane, if she wasn't biting them as a child then they were just breaking off over the slightest thing as an adult. Eliza wouldn't practice on her anyway, they weren't close enough for that.

Jane couldn't stand to listen to her sister talk about that man, it made her want to scream. There was no escaping him, he was on the radio, the television, in magazines, on social media...he was literally everywhere! Jane was even starting to dream about him and it was driving her round the bend. During her most recent session with Doctor Fisher, she felt she needed to discuss this particular thorn in her side no matter how ridiculous it sounded. "He's just everywhere right now and I hate it!"

"Hmm, yes I can understand why he would bother you Jane. You associate him with unpleasant experiences but I tend to agree with your friend, these incidents, and the fact that this individual happens to be on the radio or television at the time of each event is just a coincidence. What we need to do is focus your energy on a project, something to bring you out of your comfort zone again."

"Pfft, yeah because it worked so well last time!" Jane retorted as Doctor Fisher frowned.

"Yes well that was just down to poor navigation and timing Jane, not this man out to get you." Jane wished she could believe that but she wasn't in the right frame of mind to think logically. "Let's try again, why don't you go out to a bar or a café and have a couple of drinks with your friend, that's nothing too strenuous or stressful. Just two friends out for a chat?" Jane huffed and crossed her arms, sinking deeper into the comfy chair opposite Doctor Fisher who at that moment had a strained smile on her face. Obviously Jane was the client from hell. "It will only work for you if you are willing to work Jane, effort and patience go a long way!"

"I'll give it a go." Was Jane's half-hearted reply.

"Good, because I am concerned about the amount of time you are spending hidden away since you left your job, it's not at all healthy. Perhaps looking for another one might give you a new purpose?" It was worth a try, but Jane didn't have the energy nor the inclination to look for another job.

***

A few days crept by and Jane's mood still hadn't lifted, not even the tiniest bit. She still kept herself hidden away in her room upstairs, listening to Sweet Cacophony and weeping into her pillows. A harsh knock on the door made her jump but when it followed the voice of her best friend, it soothed her. "Janey I'm coming in, I don't give a rat's ass if you're decent or not, this has gone on long enough!" The door opened and Louise stood in the hallway, seeing the little bundle under Jane's duvet, she tilted her head to the side with a frown. "Right, stop feeling sorry for yourself and get up! It's the middle of the day and the sun is shining; we're going out into the garden so get dressed if you're not already!" With that she slammed the door shut, Jane could hear her stomping down the stairs as she lay still in her bed, knowing she had no choice but to get up and get dressed, but struggling to find the energy to do it.

Louise was sitting in the garden crocheting yet another sanity blanket as she called it, sunglasses on and a look of complete concentration. "Finally! I was beginning to think I'd have to drag you down the stairs wrapped in that duvet!" Jane let out a small laugh, she could just imagine her doing that, bumping her down the stairs and not caring if it hurt. Louise did tough love very well. "You didn't text or phone, I was worried about you Janey!"

"Yeah well...I've not really been in the talking or texting mood."

"I understand that it was a tough decision to give up your job, but you should have at least fought the bitch! Taken her to an industrial tribunal! She got off lightly!" Louise didn't look up from her blanket as she lectured her, she always thought that Jane was far too lenient with people.

"Do we have to talk about this? Can't you just tell me what you've been up to instead?" Jane stomped her foot lazily and whined like a child.

"No, because I'm not the one holed up in my room like Miss Havisham! Look Jane, you're still young, you have your whole life ahead of you. Live it!" Jane knew that Louise was right, but she just couldn't find the get-up-and-go. "On that note..." Louise bundled her project under her arm and rose from the garden chair, "...we're going down to the pound shops for a browse, get you out of the house before I strangle you with this blanket!" There was no point in arguing with her when she was like this, so Jane reluctantly agreed to dip her toe in the land of the living.

Jane had to admit that she had enjoyed her afternoon out with her best friend, Louise had told her that this past couple of months hadn't exactly been a picnic for her either as she had missed Jane a great deal. She told her that Jane's tantrum and subsequent walk-out had hurt her a lot, in turn this hurt Jane, to know that she was responsible for making Louise miserable for weeks and not even getting in touch with her. In fact it had been Louise that had made the first move a couple of weeks ago, Jane had a lot to make up for. Louise stayed for dinner then headed back to Glasgow and Jane was alone once again, apart from her parents and sister, she was completely alone.

Eliza was not only blasting River Monster from her room, but she was also singing at the top of her lungs, out of tune, to their latest album. Jane had listened to bits of it on Spotify and was surprised over how melancholy and depressing it was. Read the Room was darker and broodier than their last four albums, whoever wrote these songs was in a very bad place at the time. Remembering Eliza telling her that Jensen Reed wrote all of their songs, she wondered why his tone was so depressing all of a sudden, yes there were usually angry or heartbroken tracks on most of the albums, but there was always an equal mix of happy and not so happy emotions, this one was just bleak right through. Jane hated to admit that a lot of the lyrics resonated with her at that moment in time, it disturbed and comforted her all at once. The titles of the songs alone were enough to make you want to jump out the window in despair; Save Me from Myself, Apathetic, I Hate Your Voice, Fuck You Very Much, Lie After Lie and Jane's particular favourite, Just A Thing. That was about how people just saw an object rather than a human being, took that person for granted and thought it was okay to do or say whatever they wanted to that person and damn the consequences. They were pretty deep songs, something that Jane noticed her sister hadn't grasped or in fact read the room. She wrapped herself in a little cocoon and tried to get some sleep over the din of River Monster downstairs. She didn't have the energy to do anything anymore.

***

Showered and dressed the next morning, Jane thought she would try and live normally again, but her good intentions were destroyed at the sight of her sister and her cronies sitting around the television watching yet another Jensen Reed interview, this time he was going on about being a vegan and how the goats of the world could sleep soundly now that he was no longer sacrificing them, then he had to mention virgins too. He saved the best for last when he said that sacrificing virgins was all in his past, he was now dedicated to curing them of their virginity. Any kind of empathy Jane was feeling towards him had evaporated at the sight of that interview. Her sister on the other hand lapped it up with Stacy and Laura at her side, squeaking away like Alvin and the Chipmunks. What an abhorrent little man that Jensen Reed was, how did a creep like that get to live and Will was snuffed out in moments out of the blue? It made Jane so mad, so mad in fact that she stormed past her totally oblivious sister and her vacuous pals and into her room where Jensen towered over her bed, shirtless and smouldering with those glistening baby blue eyes and those tasteful tattoos on his arms, what a total and utter poser! I want you dead, I want you dead, Jane could hear the voice in her head screaming up at his smug face. I want you gone, I don't ever want to see you again, if I have to get rid of you myself then I will!!!

Jane had no idea how she got upstairs, how she ended up in her own room rocking back and forth on her bed hugging her knees up to her chest, clutching Eliza's two VIP tickets that she had won. All she knew was that she had to get rid of that abomination Jensen Reed! Her entire body was shaking, her head felt like cotton wool and there was a searing rage burning in the pit of her stomach, she had to be free of him! She couldn't take any more! She was going to destroy him, just like he had destroyed her...

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[ninewheels]

All right, I don’t like posting stuff that advertises my specific irl location on tumblr, but I’ve alluded to this before, so hey: I live in NY’s 17th Congressional District, which means that on Tuesday I’ve got a Democratic Primary to vote in. The race is between NY State Senator Alessandra Biaggi, and sitting Congressman Sean Patrick Maloney. Maloney is also the current head of the DCCC, which means he’s largely responsible for the millions upon millions of dollars the Democratic Party has been using to support election-denying pro-Trump Republicans in their primary races in the hope that those Republicans will be easier to defeat in the general elections than their more moderate (sometimes even pro-choice, notably) opponents. This is party interest at its most egregious. Setting aside the threat of these Republicans actually winning in the general elections, the mere act of boosting their political profiles legitimizes them and their extremist positions, which is toxic enough to the political environment. Maloney’s voting record already showed him to be less than a staunch supporter of leftist ideals, but this really is the issue that makes him emblematic of the grossly incompetent Democratic leadership that we need to the curb and replace with politicians who might actually give a damn about the well-being of citizens more than the status quo.

Alessandra Biaggi seems like just the kind of representative we need. She’s made a big impact in the state senate, championing successful legislation protecting tenants' rights, strengthening sexual harassment laws, strengthening gun control, and banning conversion therapy. I don’t know how many of my followers are registered voters in NY-17, but if you are, than this post is for you. I beseech you to at the very least read up on Biaggi and decide if she’s the kind of candidate you want to support. Don’t let the primary slip past you, especially if, like me, you do not believe that Blue No Matter Who is the solution.

#Biaggi for Congress

[realhousewives-fan]

Raging Against the Narcissist

The reason why it became a huge blow up on the boat, was because Tom Sandoval is incapable of taking accountability for his actions.

He had confronted Lala Kent in the past for not being transparent about her life but look at him now.

Lala asked how he could be so self-righteous about Lala when he was hiding an 8-month long affair with Rachel Leviss, and he’s still refuses to see the hypocrisy.

And Lala went to town on him. She thought she had misjudged how much “self-work” he had done since the affair was exposed.

She accused him of isolating and grooming Rachel!

She had showed him a lot of grace, and he took it for granted. He doesn’t want people to talk about what he has done – he just wants people to move on.

It’s strange how he wanted to take selfies of himself with Brock Davis. And filming himself fistbumping Tom Schwartz in the water.

It’s like he’s collecting evidence of acceptance.

But him and Brock got into a fight because he doesn’t want to take any accountability for his actions.

He is furious with Lala and Scheana Shay for “pushing conspiracy theories” on social media.

But then Brock confronted him with what he had done.

And apparently his team had pushed a fake story to the social media about Brock sleeping with Rachel too.

Sandoval denied it, but it’s not exactly the first time he has denied something that turned out to be true.

He proclaimed that him and Rachel had only slept together once, when in fact had been a long and sexual affair.

And while they were arguing, Scheana was obsessing over the backlash she received for standing next to Sandoval in a picture with a fan.

She called Ariana Madix to tell her that she couldn’t keep on hating Sandoval for her, and she was complaining about missing her friendship with him.

As Katie Maloney-Schwartz said: “You’ve got the wrong crowd, girl.”

While Lala and Scheana claims that this trip won’t change the dynamic of the group, there’s a resentment for Ariana growing.

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