#philp glass

[totallynotanthony]

Summarizing every episode of season 2 owl house badly because why not

Separate tides: Lilith has an identity crisis and befriends the house. Luz an Eda become pirates and get seal gold.

Escaping expulsion: Amity's parents(or more like her Mom) turn out to be even worse than we thought.

Echos of the past: 8 year old has an identity crisis

Keeping up A-Fear-Ances: Eda's Mom turns out to be a buff autism mom.

Through the looking glass: Gus tries to be cool and Luz gets a kiss from Amity

Hunting Palismin: Grown women has a rivalry with a child and Luz dosen't get an animal sidekick

Eda's Requiem: "Oh wow, Raine seems cool 🙂 I hope nothing bad happens to them"

"OhHh nOoO😰"

Knock, knock, knockin' on hooty's door: Hooty has an inferiority complex and accidentally/purposely moves the plot forward

Eclipse lake: "Sad but bad boi" is back and Amity is trying to prove she's a "super awsome girlfriend"

Yesterday's lie: "Do you have a doppelganger that's secretly a lizard? It's more likey than you think"

Follies at the coven parade: "Whoo! Raine's back!"

"Oh come on!"

Also this marks the start of Luz having a really not great time✨️

Elsewhere and elsewhen: Lilith evolves into "Cool Aunt Lilith😎👉" and Philp turns out to be a massive jerk

Any sport in a storm: Willow: Join my flyer derby team🙂

Hunter: No

Willow: Oh I wasn't asking

Reaching out: Luz and Amity join a fighting tournament to avoid their problems

Them's the the breaks, kid: The episode that made everyone go "Give us this series, cowards!" and the episode that finally gave us some Raeda fluff

Hollow mind: The episode that confirmed alot of fan theories for the price of 2 traumatized children

Edge of the world: Local 8 year old turns out to be god

Labyrinth runners: Gus finally gets the attention he deserves and Hunter gets adopted by Hexside

O titain, where art thou: Luz and Eda brawl to the cries of fans everywhere, King grapples with his identity, and everyone's favorite character Steve joins the C.A.T.T.S!

Clouds on the horizon: The calm before the storm that gives us luamity fluff and made everyone cheer for a divore

King's tide: Belos finally gets his butt kicked but the butt kicker turns out to be an even bigger problem and tldr Luz and the gang end up in the human realm

The end until season 3✨️

#owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house

[themultifandomgal]

Temptation Pt1

Temptation Masterlist

Hopper Bay, Alaska, 1962. I have been on my own now for about 30 years, and not only am I bored, but I'm also extremely lonely. The most interaction I have had is when I was in Tennessee a few years after I had turned. I smelt blood and found a bear attacking a young man. I killed the bear, the blood from the human not really appealing to me, but before I could help the man, I smelt Vampires who were probably more skilled than I was so I left. I ended up on top of a mountain watching a girl and guy going over to the man who had been attacked, they carried him away, this is when I realised that these vampires couldn't smell me, but maybe I was too far away.

I take a deep breath as I am about to enter Hopper Bay High School, maybe this time I'll graduate school.  I walk into reception where I'm met with a young lady

"Hello, my name is Katherine Bailey, I'm new"

"Of course" the woman smiles at me and opens a draw, I can hear every last thing, another reason why I had been on my own all those years. The woman hands me a piece of paper "this is your class schedule, Marie" the woman calls. A girl pops up next to me bright eyed and peppy "this is Katherine, please escort her to Mr Philps's class"

"Sure thing Mrs Jones" the girl Marie turns to face me "lets go" Marie takes my arm in hers and we head off to whatever class Mr Philps is "so why did you move schools?" Marie asks me

"Errm, personal reasons"

"What do your parents do?"

"They're dead" I dead pan say

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who do you live with?" damn it, I didn't really think this through

"Errm my foster parents"

"Oh cool" thankfully the walk to class isn't long.

On entry to the glass I'm greeted by a tall slender man with glasses

"Good morning Marie, who have you got with you"

"This is Katherine, she's new. Would you like me to sit with her today" please say no please say no please say no I plead in my head. I hear someone snicker and that's when it hits me, there's a vampire in this room

"She can sit by Edward thank you Marie" Marie huffs "Edward can you please raise your hand so Miss Bailey can find you" I scan the room until I see a guy with his hand raised in the air. As I walk closer to him it hits me that he's the vampire, but instead of red eyes he has amber eyes. Maybe he's got contacts in. I sit down next to him

"Hi I'm Kat" he doesn't respond, he just looks at me confused "I'm new, well you obviously got that" I chuckle but he stays silent. Ok maybe if you just get through today without them finding out what you are you can stay here until people wonder why you haven't aged.

After a few classes it's time for lunch. I walk into the cafeteria with a lunch tray in my hands, looking around to decide where to sit. As I do my eyes catch those of Edwards, he looks at me confused, I then realise that the people he's sat with are also all vampires, their eyes all the same colour, huh? Edward looks at me confuse I'm just about to walk over to an empty table when Marie steps in front of me

"Hi" she bubbly says

"Err hi"

"Come sit with me and my friends"

"I'm more of a loner, but thanks" I turn my attention back on to the mysterious group, one guy looking at me, he's huge! I see Edward smirk then say something to the guys who's looking at me. I try to listen in, but Marie starts talking which distracts me

"I wouldn't bother, they are the Cullens, Emmett and Edward are the only single ones and even though Emmett is a hunk, no one here is good enough for him"

"Yeah thanks for the advice" I brush passed Marie and go to a table with no one on it. I go to take a bite of my sandwich when I see a group of people sitting in front of me. I look up and see Edward with his friends "err hi?" I frown

"Katherine, this is my family" Edward says. I can feel eyes on me from people around us "I know what you are" I almost choke on my food

"w-what?" I stutter

"You're one of us, a vampire" a girl with short hair says to me

"Oh erm yeah.. wait what?" I start to feel scared, but then a wave of calmness washes over me

"Can we go somewhere privet to talk" Edward asks. I look around still seeing eyes on me. I nod my head and get up, following Edward and his family... oh god I'm about to die aren't I?

#emmett cullen #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #edward cullen #alice cullen #jasper cullen #esme cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #twilight x reader #emmett cullen x reader

[eternally-smitten]

❓👔😳 for trevor philps :D

❓ Post a weird/funny/confusing screenshot of your f/o with no context.

👔 Post a screenshot of your f/o in a different outfit than usual.

He is SO fine in this picture I swear. He is so attractive in glasses I can't ehejr

🥺 Post a screenshot of your f/o where they’re emotional.

The quality is awful but this is the best pic I could find abehejfof. This is payback for me sending you the same one, isn't it? >:( /j /lh

Hiya Terrence! Thanks for playing this ask game with me! I hope you and your f/os have a wonderful day/night! :D

Self Ship Scavenger Hunt here!

#terrance self ships #notes from secret admirers 📝 #"=⌕ unprofessional professionalism/

[straykats]

i think you knew i was coming HSJHS also it’s getting kinda late for us so you can respond to this in the morning 🤣

numbers 1, 9, 18, 66, 92, 99, 102, 121, 135 for the book recs ask game please!!

toff!! toffee!!! that gif is an accurate presentation of what i experienced last night when i was juuuust about to go to sleep and then got ur ask AHAHHA anyways, sorry for such a late response!! had to do some stuff this morn <//3

[ send me book rec asks! ]

1. a book that is close to your heart

the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky &lt;3

9. your favourite book of 2020

of 2020?? defs chain of gold by cassandra clare. why, you ask? idk im just a bitch for the shadowhunter books 💀💀 nah jokes there are defs reasons, but me already being in love w the shadowhunter universe definitely plays a major part. ummm fav book of 2022 ?? on earth, maybe. it's not a '22 book but i didnt read it until this year i think. tbh i'm not sure when i read it AHHA (i just know i havent read much this year sigh)

18. your least favourite book ever

i... don't know. if i dont like a book i dont tend to finish it? but i easily get invested in and love the media i consume so there's none i would consider my 'least favourite'.. even the ones we read in school, i found something to love about them. but, uh. city of bones is always very difficult to reread. can't ever really do it. i tend to just skip it HAHAHA

66. a book that fucked you up

on earth, but not in a bad way. and the perks of being a wallflower as well, but in a different way as well. i fell like if i read a little life it'll probably be here HAHAHA. OH WAIT OH WAIT release by patrick ness. i??? i dont remember why i bought it but i know that i got to some scenes that i was not expecting and it made me really??? confused and uncofmortable at the time, but i don't remember why.

92. a book about a redeemable villain

i.. am going to tentatively say dark rise by c.s.pacat. the more i think about it the more i think it counts, but i dont wanna spoil anything so... anyways 10/10 rec this book/series.

99. a book with a strong female protagonist

the last hours trilogy, my beloved, by cassandra clare. cordelia carstairs <3 <3 <3 BUT UH too many shadowhunter books so uh instead. throne of glass series by sarah j. maas! not only the main protag, but also lysandra ! defs grew on me.

102. your favourite dark academia read

UHHHHHHHH off the top of my head u cant think of anything that actually fits the da genre/aes, but i have the atlas six on my to be potentially read list?? wait. idk if the his dark materials trilogy by philp pullman counts as DA but if it does... yes.

121. a book that makes you nostalgic

pjo/hoo by rick riordan, guardians of ga'hoole by kathryn lasky, his dark materials by philip pullman. nostalgic bc i read them all in primary/middle school ig lol . ih and ofc, harry potter.

135. recommend any book you like

urusla k. le guin's the left hand of darkness!! it's scifi (and fantasy?? idk) and there's a lot of world building and new terms that can be really confusing (but there are a multitude of lists online w the different terms and definiitions) but the concept and the ideas/social commentary is >>> it was one of my favourite texts to study in school, and now that i'm older and have studied it, i really want to reread it again! (it was a yr12 lit text so.. i'm not really that much older but still AHAH)

#kat answers #the majority of my readings is defs ya unfortunately so 😔 but im trying to Open My Horizons #i just havent read anything sigh so its the same old books ig #kat plays games #neo-shitty

[jams-sims]

Lala: Oh my fucking god-

Roland: What?

Lala: I just remember one time as a kid I kicked Oswald directly in the dick. He tried to pull one of those fucky wonky lines about flowers and sadness and all I remember is this bitch saying I'll give you a cake after the show. Ms Mermaid had pile him off the floor.

Roland: I thought you were gonna say something about the Philp.

Lala: Oh- I mean taking his knife arm and sliding it throw his throat would be a world's less painful then what's about to happen.

Lala: They were attracting kids to take part in the circus they called it the little Duckling Brigade. It was ballad theme and they would hold competition in the cicurse for the base performance. There was 12 of us and who ever failed would "disappear". I mean the rose colored glasses were placed on tight ya know. They'd burst into flowers and it wasn't seen as a bad thing.

I ended up being the last one. Do you want to know what happens to the winner? They chop your limbs off and sow you back together with the body parts of the other duckling.

I became the eight legged spider swan. I stayed that way in the show I mean until I was 13. Then fixers came in one day, and tore the circus apart. Under someone orders they came to collect the missing children. Don't get it twisted it wasn't to save them nor me.

#library of ruina #library of ruina oc #lor oc #lor roland #more lore about Lala under the cut

[dinomites]

You know!! She is going to start taking the Mersault route of stopping distortions! Knocking the lights out of them!

Do you not understand how many problems could have been solved if Roland punted Philp so hard that he was knocked out- and maybe if the piano guy just... got hit with a glass bottle?

#« 🦕 | IC Moment » #// how much distortion related trauma she has? yes. does she need to talk about the blue reverb-

[niconote]

Ecco, novembre è arrivato. Felice di annunciare il nuovo appuntamento con 'Syntonic' #19, il mio programma mensile su @radioraheem.milano in onda mercoledì 15 novembre alle ore 22.00. Sintonizzatevi! Link in Bio e podcast. https://radioraheem.it/shows/syntonic/ Syntonic è un set radiofonico in continua evoluzione. Uno spazio di creazione in cui NicoNote propone ascolti molteplici, di provenienza ibrida, in forma libera. Syntonic w/NicoNote ep. 19 Tracklist CATTANEO/NICONOTE Obscurité CATTANEO/FRANCESCO BIANCONI Italiano per stranieri CARLA BLEY & THE JAZZ COMPOSERS’ ORCHESTRA Song to Anything that moves PHILP GLASS Einstein on the Beach: Knee Play 1 SPECTRAL UNIT A Geophysical Mirage FLOATING POINTS Birth4000 DEPART Backward Clocks KATE ELLIS / ED BENNETT Strange Waves 1 CARMELO BENE Hamlet Suite DJ ROCCA 1974 MASSIMO AMATO For Ada while she sleeps ROBERT WYATT Alliance Outro : DEMETRIO CECCHITELLI Float pic @v_giannitelli #electronics #contemporary #carlabley #carmelobene #robertwyatt #radioraheem #podcast #syntonic #niconote

#syntonic

[ghostlymallow]

Adventures in Automatic Drawing, Attempt 1

Recently, I've been struggling with feeling creatively stale. That I've been too caught up in technique.

Last night I was reminded of something called Automatic Drawing, where you're not supposed to think about what to draw. I'd heard of it before, but I've never tried it.

Last night I tried it four times.

It was very challenging at first. It's hard to know what to do with your hands when you're not given a specific task. I ended up with these loose scribbles in an attempt to do something that felt natural, but it only felt forced.

Then, I attempted to loosen up and draw with bigger strokes, to let the rhythms of the drawing propagate naturally from the way I moved my pencil. I think I was somewhat successful on that front, but I let myself get caught up in the composition.

This one was interesting, I let myself start the drawing with my eyes closed and built it up from there. It is at this point where I started to feel comfortable with it. However, I was very tired, so I went to bed.

This morning, I listened to Glassworks (by Philp Glass) while drawing. I tried to focus on the physical sensation of the pencil on paper and the feeling of dancing to the music. You can tell when a movement changed mid-pattern. Strokes changed to match the temperament of the music.

I also took much longer on this one than the ones last night. The drawing was built up overtop itself. I frequently drew on top of previous sections, changing the nature of a shape by building up values or extending a line.

I am still a novice at this practice, but I hope to develop this skill further. I find it difficult to not overthink, but I was able to find ease in this practice.

#my art #process post #art study #automatic drawing

[lalaalola]

Bizler dünyanın gerçeklerini, bize sunulduğu kadarıyla kabulleniriz. Olay aslında bundan ibaret.

Her şey nasıl sona erecek?Rozetini beğendim, ben de bunu kendi içimde çok merak ediyorum.

Birisi bana yardım edebilir mi? Çünkü içimden geldiği gibi davranıyorum!

14.07.19

#truman show #1998 #andrew niccol #peter weir #truman sleeps #jim carrey #ed harris #laura linney #natascha mcelhone #noah emmerich #holland taylor #brian delate #paul giamatti #peter krause #philp glass #blair slater #heidi schanz #truman burbank #christoph #merly burbank #lauren garland #marlon #imbd 250 #drama #fantasy #fantastik #slyvia #the truman show

[sugaryt37]

Philip Glass: Taxi Driver

#Philip Glass: Taxi Driver #philp glass

[pawneecityschool]

College Visits

By Samuel Schiffbauer

Photos provided by Mrs. Lisa Blecha

This year, our students have been very busy going on in-person college visits to different schools in the area.  These visits were great as compared to last year, given how last school year, we weren’t able to go on in-person college visits due to “obvious reasons.”  We’ve already gone on a few different trips, but there are still more to come.

To kick things off for the year, some of our students took a trip to the University of Nebraska Lincoln on October 6.  The students involved with this college visit were seniors Sierra de Koning, Alyssa Pierce, Stella Hunzeker, Larissa Tegtmeier, and Kyle Gyhra, and junior Andy Maloley.  When asked about the visit to UNL, Larissa Tegtmeier said, “The college visit was a success and I was pleased to have been able to see the campus and the different programs the school had to offer.”  Currently, she’s not planning on attending UNL next year, but she’s still glad to have participated in the visit.  Sierra de Koning wanted to go on the UNL visit because, at the time, UNL was her top choice.  She learned quite a bit about their Science and Honors Programs, and she felt it was a good visit.  Stella Hunzeker said she decided to go on the college visit because she had never toured any universities before, and UNL was the most well-known one in the state.  Their tour guide told Stella a lot of helpful information about the campus.  Currently, she is considering transferring to UNL after she gets her Associate Degree.

On October 13, some students went to the Careers in Manufacturing Day at Southeast Community College in Milford.  Juniors Damon Portrey, Hunter Johnson, and Joey Marteney were the students involved.

On October 19, seniors Sierra de Koning, Johnna Kostecka, and Alyssa Pierce, as well as juniors Kenadie Schmutz, Emily Lytle, and Madison Lytle, all went to visit Bryan College of Health Sciences.  When asked about the visit, Alyssa Pierce stated that she decided to go on this college visit because she talked with one of their representatives at the ApplytoCollege day.  She learned they had a respiratory therapy pathway which she was very interested in at the time.  After she’s finished with her training for the Army, she may go to Bryan Health, but she’s still not sure at this time.  Kenadie Schmutz said that she attended the visit to Bryan Health because it is based in the medical field, which she wants to go into.  She was very interested in the college visit and is considering going to Bryan after she graduates from high school.  

Then, a handful of students went to Discovery Days at SCC’s Milford campus a month later, on November 12.  The students who took part were sophomores Philip Layne, Justin Pierce, Jackson Glass, and Gavin Baker.  When asked about their experience on the college visit, Philp Layne answered with a very simple response.  He decided to go on the visit so he could “see what the idea is.”  He was interested in the college visit, and he does plan on attending SCC Milford after high school graduation.  Justin Pierce stated that he went on this college visit for multiple reasons:  They have smaller classes, their program is really good, and it’s closer to home for him.  He is very much considering this college after high school.

Finally, on November 15, juniors Emily Lytle, Madison Lytle, Kenadie Schmutz, and Madison Plager went to Concordia University.  

College visits are great opportunities for students, as they allow students to make more idealized decisions so they can become better prepared for after graduation.  These are just a few of the college visits that our students went on this school year; there will be more next semester.

#collegevisits #seniors #highschool

[artdaily7]

An Arundel Tomb by Philp Larkin

Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And that faint hint of the absurd— The little dogs under their feet.

Such plainness of the pre-baroque Hardly involves the eye, until It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still Clasped empty in the other; and One sees, with a sharp tender shock, His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.

They would not think to lie so long. Such faithfulness in effigy Was just a detail friends would see: A sculptor’s sweet commissioned grace Thrown off in helping to prolong The Latin names around the base.

They would not guess how early in Their supine stationary voyage The air would change to soundless damage, Turn the old tenantry away; How soon succeeding eyes begin To look, not read. Rigidly they

Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light Each summer thronged the glass. A bright Litter of birdcalls strewed the same Bone-riddled ground. And up the paths The endless altered people came,

Washing at their identity. Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains:

Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

Skopas of Paros, Leochares, Bryaxis and Timotheus 353-350 BC Mausolus and Artemisia

Satyros and Pythius of Priene 353-350 BC Mausoleum at Halicarnassus or Tomb of Mausolus

#An Arundel Tomb #Larkin #Philp Larkin #Skopas #Skopas of Paros #Leochares #Bryaxis #Timotheus #Mausolus and Artemisia #Pythius #Satyros #Mausoleum at Halicarnassus #Pythius of Priene #Tomb of Mausolus #Halicarnassus #Classic Art #Art #Poetry #Fine Arts #Poems #Greek Art #Sculpture #Marble #Statue #Side by side their faces blurred

[perksofbeingaharrie]

PICTURE THIS - part: 3

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC 

HERE IS PART - 3

It’s getting real down from here  better buckle up everyoneeee

So, this is a short 5 part fic so I am not getting into too much detail of their friendship/relationship and am just going about with the storyline. If anyone’s feeling like it is a bit rushing , why don’t we do some 

CONCEPTS 

on Harry x photographer! Y/N

You can definitely leave something in my inbox, it’s open for y’all! 

lessss gooo

Genre: fluff, angst

PICTURE THIS - part:3

© perksofbeingaharrie

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“We head out tomorrow morning.”

“Phew, back to England. It’s been a ride.”

“It’s been a ride.”

Everyone says in unison. She does too because it really has been one. One after another and going full house concerts, the work load was on everyone. Now she looks forward to be back home and in familiar. Though work will continue, it’s easier when it’s from home.

Everyone misses home. She bets Harry too.

And with this tripping thought of him, she finds herself turning around from the rest of the group to head to his room.

She rings the bell to his suite and Jeff opens it the door, leaning forward to quickly hug her hello and then leaving. She enters the room and walks through the lobby, entering the living area where Harry is lounging on his sofa with his phone and tied up in a robe.

He looks up when she enters and his eyebrows raise with a teasing glint.

“Aha!” He laughs, walking up to her. “My child has peaked everyone!” He says to the room, grabbing her cheeks and placing a kiss to her forehead.

She rolls her eyes, snorting, and grabs his hands on her cheeks. “What?”

He only laughs and slides his hands down. He walks back to the couch and sprawls over it, gesturing her to join in.

“How was last night?” He asks in a posh tone.

She shakes her head, laughing, and crosses her arms over her chest. “Las-“

“See, I am all in a robe and comfy already. I think there is another one in the bathroom – why don’t you go and change into one too and I order some nice champagne and cherries for us and you fill me in with all about last night.”

He leans forward on his folded wrists and twinkles his eyes at her.

She sighs, a little out of words, and thumps down on the couch across from him and gives him a look. “Nothing happened last night. I just went out for a drink with Dave and that’s really just all we did.”

He pauses, then blinks. “Then why are you here in my room this morning and telling me all this?”

She chuckles, confused. “You just asked me to fill you in with all that happened last night.”

“Right.” He keeps quiet, breathing loudly. “Well, I went out for drinks with everyone else since we couldn’t and yeah that’s just about my night.”

She pinches her eyes shut, cussing in repent. “I am so sorry I missed out on our drinks last night. Did you miss me too?”

“Pfft, no.” He says, too bluntly. “It’s just I found out too late that you were gone with somebody else.”

“Were you mad at me?”

“No.” He sighs. “And what was that about ‘did you miss me too?’ Did you miss me?”

She gives a small smile, nodding petitely. “Yes. I kept thinking why you didn’t even call me if your heard I was gone and what would we have talked about last night. So, yes, I missed you.”

He gives a half grin, hiding his face to contain the redness he feels rising up. She smiles to herself too.

“So, I guess then the Dave guy didn’t quite do the charm for a first time, huh?”

“Mmhmm, no, he was nice…”

“You’re supposed to agree with me, you dummy.” He jokes and they laugh heartedly.

“You’re so confusing at times.” She admits in between their laughter.

He gets up from the couch and heads for the telephone in the room. “I really feel like for some champagne now. And I think we have something to make up for too. So, up for it?”

“Aye, aye.”

He dials up the number for the bar and then by the time he is done, she comes and stands up behind him, sitting up on the table top near her. He leans against the wall across from her at just a distance of a hand and stares at her.

“What?” She laughs, leaning back on her flat palms.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just had this fleeting thought last night that we shouldn’t think that our priorities have to always be us. I mean, there can always be a change of plans - like last night you went out for drinks and you know, sometime I meet someone and I spend my break with them and not you. So, in short, we don’t have to be mad at each other for not always hanging out. And –“

“We don’t become each other’s habit.”

“- yeah, and –“

“We don’t become too dependent on one another.”

“Exactly, and –“

“We are just –“

“We’re just friends anyways!” He stops and so does she, breathing loudly.

“Yeah.” She nods, a weak smile in response.

He circles his tongue in his mouth and nods with a small, meaningless grin. “Yeah..”

The doorbell rings then and he rushes in its direction. “I think the champagne’s here.”

He returns with a sparkling bottle in his hand and two flute glasses. She turns around to him setting up the things on the table and tries to meet his eyes.

“So, you really were mad at me last night.” She says.

He sighs and looks up, his green eyes undecipherable. “And, you know what? I’m mad at you right now for not having even hugged me ever since you got here.”

“You know what? I was thinking the same thing.”

Their passive expressions turn into grins and he pulls her off the table in a hug, having her arms wind around his neck and legs anchor around his waist. She squeals as he hold her alone with just one hand and grabs the bottle on the table with another and makes a run towards the couch where they sat before.

--

Harry is at his best onstage tonight. Song after song, his silly dancing and the love he spreads around in the room make this the best of the last tour in the North American leg.

He points at her in the middle of the concert, gesturing with his fingers to keep her eyes on him and she wiggles her camera at him, both of them laughing. They exchange funny looks, and more such gestures throughout the concert and it’s almost just how the night goes on.

Post-concert, he is running down the stage. Everybody backstage is trying to get a hold of him and he is hugging, kissing and smiling in every direction possible perhaps. It’s the end of one set of tour dates and everybody is excited to get back home again. Drinks are thrown on the floor and everybody gathers around in the backstage to look at the clips from the entire show.

She joins in too, passing around her set of photos and clips to the room and they both smile to each other across from the room. She mouths compliments to him and he dramatically bows and thanks her.

They are all engrossed in the mood by now. Somebody says something about ordering pizza and then is another wave of hooting about the room.

Giggling at the setting of the room, he walks across to look for something to drink and also to catch a hold of her. But, he finds her already engrossed with somebody else and he forgets whatever he was here for.

Automatically, his feet take them to her and without a thought he is blurting out words from his mouth.

“Dave? Is that Dave? Well, hello, really nice to meet you again.”

The man whom she is talking to turns around.

“Harry?” She says too confused. “This is not Dave. He’s Philip. Philp, Harry.”

“Aah.” He sighs, extending his hand out for a shake. “I can tell now. Sorry, I just did not realize.” He laughs off the awkwardness.

Philip congratulates him on completing the tour and it turns out he is among one of Management people.

“So, why are you two out here?” Harry asks too soon, looking at her. “Everyone’s inside, why don’t you join us?”

She opens her mouth to reply but Philip is quick to beat her to it.

“Well, it was a bit noisy inside there so we thought it’d be-“

“Well, it is ought to be noisy in there.” Harry looks back at Philip, almost talking through his teeth. “Everybody’s enjoying some tour highlights. Come on in, now.” He grabs her wrist and begins to pull her in.

“Y/N.” Philip calls out. “Let’s then meet up for the drink I was talking about after this?”

Harry’s eyes narrow as he stops mid-way and turns to says something but she speaks up before.

“Yeah, sure.”

Now, she is pulling him in. They pull up to stand at the back of the room by the wall. She grabs a drink on the way, sipping away beside him without a word.

“You’re going out again tonight, I see.” He breaks the silence.

“Yes.” She says, bluntly.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“No…”

“Yes, Harry. I really want to go.”

“Bu-“

“I think we talked about something this morning. Keep quiet and think over it.”

He stays put for a moment.  

“Don’t go.”

She looks up at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He gives a humourless chuckle. “Next thing you will tell me is that I am being a terrible friend.”

She looks at him dead in the eye. “Yes, you are being a terrible friend.”

--

Harry returns to his suite late in the night, alone. She left right after the words that felt like a slap across his face and he hasn’t heard from her since.

Washed up and changed into comfortable clothes, he sets his alarm for early tomorrow morning to get ready for the flight and lands up on his bed, face down.

But the doorbell rings just then.

He takes small, lazy steps and reaches the door. Pulling the door open, to his surprise, she stands before him with a big bottle of McMillan.

“I smuggled this from the party.” She says, chuckling but a little unsure.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” He sighs, biting his lower lip. “I am kind of mad at you tonight.”

“I know.” She nods, somber. “Can I come in?”  

He gulps, taking his time, and then leaving the door open and walking into his room. He plops on the bed while she follows inside after closing the door and spreads the bottle and glasses neatly on the table of his living room.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight.” Comes his voice from inside the room.

When he hears no reply from her, he feels his act didn’t seem too convincing. So, he loudly pulls up the covers and yawns ridiculously loud and waits for her to say something. She replies with another beat of pin drop silence.

Anxious, he shuffles out of the bed and jogs to the living area. There he finds her leaning down to the mini fridge, looking for something. Hearing his steps, she turns around and looks up at him with doe like eyes.

“Can you call up for some ice? There’s no ice here.”

He breathes out loud, resting his hands on his waist as if severely tired. “Get out.”

She gets up to her height and frowns. “Listen, I am already half-drunk so you better put off whatever stupidity you are doing and join me right here.” She says in a scolding tone.

He bites the inside of his cheeks and turns around.

“Hey! Where are you going now?”

He looks over his shoulder at her small figure ready in an almost fight like position. “You said you wanted some ice, right?”

--

They are absolutely knocked out not too many drinks later. They are sprawled across from one another on the sofa, drunk laughing about something neither of them is sure of. When their high comes down a bit, and they are breathing normal again, she leans forward to pour another round of drinks.

“Oh, god.” Harry clutches his jaw, massaging it. “I think I am done; we’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow!”

“Ahh, you go to bed. I’ll just have one more.” She winks, bringing the prepared drink to her lips. She takes the sip, smacking her lips at the taste and shivers as it travels down her throat. Her breathing becomes shallower, she is thinking slower and her face is hot, red, glowing.

She hasn’t looked, but he has been looking at her for too long. He watches her too closely – something he has never done before. Everything about her is magnified when he looks now: how she looks, her glittering eyes, her rosy cheeks, her coloured lips, her neck, the curve where her neck and chest meet, her little dress she wears today that keeps riding up her thigh everytime she jumps in excitement, her smell excruciating from the smoking drink in his gut, her b-

“What are you thinking?” She asks and it registers somewhere in his brain with all the other muddling thoughts.

He looks up at her and suddenly his concentration is all on her lips.

“I want to kiss your lips.”

She is suddenly still for the moment. She looks at him and his dead serious expression as he tells her so and she had nothing to reply.

Then, she bursts into one big laugh.

“Noo…” She drawls, laughing in between.

However, Harry shares none of her amusement. Instead, he slides closer to her on the couch and before she knows it, he is cupping her face in his palms that are still cold from holding the glass, and he makes her look in his eyes.

“Harry…” Her breathing falters, and for the first time in the night, it’s not because of the alcohol. “Don’t.”

Her hands come up against his on her cheek. “Let’s no –“

As she says so, he pulls her to him abruptly and their lips brush by an inch, making her entire body freeze.

“Can we stop?” He whispers against her lips which now part.

His warm breath glides against the wetness of her lips and she feels a chill again. He brushes his nose against hers and then on the side of it, and her hands slowly slide down from where they were, as if surrendering.

He takes this chance and places a delicate kiss on her lips. The sensitive skin of her lips delivers an electrical blaze across her entire body, hitting her right in the gut and she gasps.

When she does not mind, Harry kisses her again but this time longer, waiting till she responds. Her mouth parts and she follows the lead that Harry provides. Their lips feel up and down on each other’s, lapping around in a slow, mellow style.

She pulls away first, a moist look in her eyes. “No…”

He shakes his head and pinches his eyes close, pushing his nose to the inside of her cheek. When he opens his eyes again, he can feel his own water up.

“Please…” He begs in a small voice, stealing another peck at her lips.

She parts their faces enough to look him in the eyes. The desperation, the need erupts when he grabs her arms to keep her in place and his eyes tilt down in expression.

“What will happen tomorrow morning?” She asks, mindlessly, brushing her fingers against the side of his face.

“I don’t care.” He says back, turning his face so his lips touch her hand. “I just don’t want to lose you right now.”

She shudders like she is about to cry right now. And so she gives in.

He gently pushes her back on the couch and leaning onto her, his lips find hers again. This time when he kisses her, he is more passionate, more into it as if pulling away anytime would mean extinguishing this dream they both are living.

She has only ever dreamt of how it would feel to kiss him – to kiss the lips who have laughed, smiles, grinned at her little antiquities, at the little things she shared with him that she could never with anybody else.

Her dress slides up her thighs as he pushes further onto her. She does not mind today: instead she parts her legs more to allow him to easily slide in between.

He situates himself comfortably and looks at her again. Both of them have cried and they did not realize it yet. He kisses down her red-shot eyes, over her cheek and down till he is at the ridge of her face, hanging on the jaw.

When she tilts her face to the side for him to pass, he graciously goes down and finds himself lost in the soft skin of her long neck.

Her hands stay by the side all this while, resisting the urge to rush through it. She wants to go slow, oh so slow with him. She wants every cell of her skin to feel his touch because even she cannot think of losing him right now.

He stops then, abruptly and rises to his feet. She opens her eyes and looks up at him, suddenly feeling too exposed and flushed.

His hands go around under her knees and back then, and he lifts her up, gently and before she knows it, he is walking in the direction of his bedroom.

Reality hits her just then. She realizes this is not her dream bubble anymore and before she knows it, she is flaying her legs in the air, speaking incoherently.

“Harry! Harry-“

He puts her on his bed. It’s soft and it dips down deep where she is put that she finds it impossible to get back on her feet quickly.

He pulls his shirt above his head and climbs atop of her, pining her down with his weight.

“What?”

His eyes don’t tell her a word. She gulps underneath him, quiet and senseless suddenly. He reaches behind her head and runs his hand down her locks, spreading it on the bed like a river.

He looks too beautiful from where she is. She does not want to regret doing this, but she also does not want to regret not doing this. He feels the same.

“Do you love me?” In a quiet voice, she asks the question that she would never in her consciousness.

Harry stops and locks eyes with her. “Yes, I do. So much.”

“I do too.”

And he dips down to press his lips to hers.

She feels his naked torso underneath her fingertips. The torso all clad with tattoos whose several meanings he has told her, feel like coming alive under her touch. Her hand glide down and then back up again, situating themselves on the back of his head and he breathes for the first time in the past minutes.

She wants this too, just as much as he does.

And so, they do not stop tonight.

She sits up and he pulls her dress up her arms. There is no laughing or humour in this. Just plenty of pain and longing for one another, for feeling skin to skin, cell to cell, soul to soul.

When the high comes, when it goes, it is all about the night. All they feel is that they stay even after it all.

He explores her in ways unimaginable. She lets him rest his anxiety, his desperation with her for a while. When they are done, there is no words after that. Just the absolute need to hold each other.

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Well, I promised some smut in the story but last minute I thought it would just ruin the sanctity of the plot. So yeah....I hope this does it too and the upcoming angst will make up for it all!

PART 4 will be up tomorrow!

MASTERLIST  o  PART 1 o  PART 2  o  PART 4

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Moms Made Fullmetal 2020 Day 2

Word Count: 3101 Author: Katie/Ally; RealityBreakGirl Rating: G Characters: Genevieve Armstrong (Mrs. Armstrong). Philip Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Amue Armstrong, Strongine Armstrong, Catherine Armstrong Prompt: Growth or School or First Steps Summary: Being a mother of five, especially of children so varied, is not an easy thing. Harder still is watching them grow, watching them learn, and watching them take their first steps along the journey of life.

Growth/School/First Steps

Being a mother of five was not an easy job, no matter your social status. That was what Genevieve Marie Tallmound Armstrong was sure of. Oh, certainly, she had grown up in the lap of luxury, and her children had too, and while that made certain aspects easier, it was still no easy job. Children would still run you through every emotion that existed, challenge you, and leave you feeling bittersweet as you watched all of the firsts they had, especially those first steps into adulthood.

And it was especially when you married into a family as boisterous as the Armstrong family.

Genevieve was not a stupid woman by any means. While the Tallmounds had their eccentricities, everyone knew that Armstrongs had more. They were a powerful and well-respected old family, with ties that dated back to Amestris’s formation. They had always come through in a crisis or when there was need. No one could deny this. And the Armstrongs carried on their tradition proudly. It was what gave them a pass in a lot of the higher societal circles, honestly. And it was something that Genevieve respected.

Oh, certainly a lot of the newer high society families liked to twitter behind their fans and their hands, and mumble behind their glasses and mustaches about the Armstrongs and how unusual they were, but what did they truly understand? They didn’t understand the proud and noble history behind the old families. They didn’t understand how, yes, they were eccentric, but it was borne of centuries of service to the country and instilling the stories and their morals into their children, preparing them for the day that they would be in service to Amestris. No, the new families did not understand this, but the old ones did.

Genevieve Tallmound was from one of the old families herself, and she understood it well. She saw the way that the new families talked, heard what they said when they thought no one was listening, and understood the way they viewed society—and the way they viewed the ones that didn’t fit in with their view of what it should be, be it in actions, expectations, or looks. And then she discarded it for what she felt to be more true and honorable.

(and, perhaps, had used her height and her scowl to her advantage from time to time. She knew what they thought of her and her stature)

Perhaps that was why Philp Gargantos Armstrong had taken notice of her. She understood. They had, of course, taken the proper steps to courting and waited the appropriate amount of time, but they had been in love after the first few months of their courtship.

So, she supposed it really shouldn’t be a surprise that they had ended up with five children. Although Catherine was a bit of surprise.

But what a pleasure it had been over the years watching them grow, watching them learn, and helping send them off on their first steps into the world. It wasn’t easy, and it often made her heart hurt, but it was an honor. Holding each of them for the first time, their first steps, their first words, their first training sessions, the first time they were on horseback, the first time that they won a fight—she was always so proud of her children. But some moments stuck out more to a mother then others. Some moments felt more defining, as if they were marking the beginnings of her children moving on from needing her, to being independent.

She could still remember each of their first days of school clearly. It was their first steps beyond the Armstrong estate by themselves. It was the first time they would be without her or Philip for an extended period of time. She had always done her best to be reassuring. She had made sure that they were dressed properly in their uniforms, each one of them, that they were prepared, that they knew that they could face and handle this. And they had, even if each on had handled it a bit differently.

Olivier had been nervous, and hadn’t wanted to go, trying to insist that she needed to stay home and help her mother with Amue and Strongine and new baby Alex.

“Mama, you need me. I’m supposed to help. It’s my duty as the eldest.” Genevieve could still hear the fear but also the sincerity behind those words.

She had knelt down and kissed her daughter on the head. “Olivier, you are a wonderful help to me. But our duties do change over time. Right now your duty is to go to school and learn all you can so that you can help out country. The maids will help me at home.” Olivier had still looked unconvinced, and so Genevieve had continued. “You want to make sure the Armstrong family name carries on strong and proud, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mama! I do!”

“The hold your head up high, go in there, and learn all you can. And bring it back to help teach your sisters and brother. If you do that, you’ll help them learn more and more as they get older.”

Olivier’s eyes had shown with determination at those words, at this new mission and responsibility, and she had held her head high and marched into the school like she owned it on her first day. She had come home that afternoon chattering and full of information to share with her siblings. And she had continued that, her duty-bound daughter, until she left the estate all together.

Amue was the next to go, and, sensitive soul that she was, she had been nervous. She had already known that she didn’t look like the other girls—she didn’t even look like her oldest sister!—but Genevieve had done all that she could to try to encourage sweet Amue to be proud of herself.

“Do I have to go?” she had said tearfully as she and Olivier stood, waiting to go in.

“Yes,” Genevieve had replied. “You’ll like school, Amue. There’s so much to learn in there.”

“Can’t I just learn from the library at home?”

“No, darling, you must go to school.”

Olivier had reached down then, and grabbed Amue’s hand, holding it protectively, even though her younger sister was already as tall as she was.

“I’ll take care of you, Amue,” Olivier had said. “I’ll protect you, and I’ll show you all of the best places.”

That had seemed to do the trick and, even though she had clearly been nervous, Amue had trusted her big sister to take care of her. And if Genevieve and Philip had been called into a few meetings with the principal about fights Olivier had gotten into after that, well, so be it. Amue had clearly been starting to enjoy school, and Olivier was protecting the family.  Neither Genevieve nor Philip had seen any dishonor in that.

Strongine, had been the third to go to school, and she had been ready ever since she had heard Olivier’s stories. She had heard all about it from her two older sisters, and she was ready to meet people and talk and play. She was as social thing, always had been, and Genevieve had been certain that this would be good for Strongine, even if her own heart twisted a bit at the thought of her then-last daughter starting to become even more independent.

“Remember your strength,” Genevieve had reminded her.

“Yes, Mama.” It had been impatiently said as Strongine looked at the other children going in.

“And remember your manners.”

“Yes, Mama.”

Olivier’s hand had snaked down then and had taken Strongine’s. “I’ll help her,” she had said. “I’ll help her understand how school works. Amue and I both will.”

And that had been that. Her three children had gone into the building with Strongine practically bounding in, and Olivier reminding her how to behave. Strongine had seemed to adapt to school well, as Olivier had got in fewer fights that year.

By the time Alex’s first day had rolled around, the girls had all been clearly comfortable at school. Alex had faced his first day with enthusiasm, eager to learn, although a bit nervous as well.

“You’ll do well,” Genevieve had said to him. “You’re a good boy, very studious.”

“I’ll do my best, Mama. I’ll make the Armstrong family name proud!”

“I’m sure you will. And your sisters will be there to help you.”

“Of course we will!” “We’ll show you all of the best places!” Amue and Strongine had been doting on their brother’s enthusiasm.

Olivier had not been as enthused. “I’ll make sure he stays out of trouble,” was all she had said to her mother, although Genevieve could read the truth of the promise in her eyes, beyond the attitude that she held.

Alex had come home that day happy and excited, with Amuse and Strongine doting over him while Olivier nursed bruised knuckles. Somehow, Genevieve had not been the least bit surprised at any of this.

By the time Catherine, her surprise baby, had come along, Olivier had been at the Military Academy, Amue and Strongine in the upper grades focusing on their studies, and Alex beginning to specialize in his.

Catherine had been shy, clinging to her mother as they stood near the walk to the school, nervous and afraid. Alex had held his hand out to her.

“It’s alright,” he had said. “There’s lots of fun stuff and fun people inside, you’ll make friends. And I’ll show you all the best places.”

“You can trust Alex,” Genevieve had said, proud of her son for this. “He and your sisters will look out for you.”

And shy, trusting Catherine had gone, only to come home with shy smiles about her day. Alex had come home with dirt smudged in his collar. Genevieve had thought that Olivier, had she been around, might have been proud of him for that, in her own way.

Those were good memories, of their first steps into a bigger but still very much protected world. Genevieve had worried over them then, but she had a measure of control. They were still her children, under her and Philip’s care, and she was still able to stand up for them and take up for them. It was hard watching them grow and knowing that her control over their lives, her ability to protect them, was waning with each year.

Harder still were their first steps out into the world on their own.

Olivier’s first steps into the adult world were much different then the first ones she took into her school. She was not nervous at all, but determined, fully committing to the path of the military. But it was not the happy day that was expected and there was no coming home to tell her mother how her time was going. Her send off to adulthood started with a relationship breaking fight with her father, and to an extent, her whole family, over who would get to carry the family sword.

“Your brother will carry it when he is of age,” Philip had said. “It’s tradition for the heir to carry it.”

“But I am the eldest, Father,” Olivier had responded. “It is mine by birthright.”

“No, it is the heir’s by right of succession,” Philip had insisted. “And he will carry it.”

Olivier had not taken that well, and finally exploded with years of pent up frustration. “Alex has already taken away heirship from me, by the simple reasoning of being male! And now you will give him my sword—the sword I have worked all my life to be worthy to hold! Alex doesn’t even know how to use it properly!”

“He can be taught—”

“I’m ready now!”

“It is not yours to carry.”

In the end, Olivier had ended up leaving with the sword in hand, but it would be many, many years before she would speak to her father or communicate well with the rest of her family. It had broken Genevieve’s heart, and it was a wound that was still healing. The years of no contact, of not knowing if she had been alright, or if she had been injured until after the fact, of only hearing of her though rumor and reports, it had been hard on Genevieve’s soul. She remained steadfastly proud of her daughter, though, and all that she had accomplished, on her own, and for the family honor.

Amue’s send off into the world had been much easier, although with Olivier missing and not even a letter from her, it had been a little bittersweet. Amue was going to go to school for diplomacy, and her education was going to start with a tour of different nearby countries, or as close as she could get.

“Be safe,” Genevieve had told her.

“I will, Mother. I’ve been well trained.”

Genevieve had still worried about Amue, but she was traveling with a good family friend who worked in diplomacy and would show her the ins and outs. After that year of travel was over, Amue had gone to the university to study the cultures around them, although she had returned for a brief time home, bringing gifts and talking about the places she had visited. She had many good conversations with her father after that on the state of political affairs, and Genevieve had been proud to hear her daughter’s desire to help their country.

Strongine had been a true middle child, with no clear path in what she wanted to do. She had traveled around a bit, stayed home a bit, and tried various things. But eventually she did settle on what she wanted to do, and started right in on it, with little discussion, but full of enthusiasm.

Strongine had a drive to help those in need. On top of that, she was personable, fun, and could capture attention easily. She had found an organization that went into poor areas and helped people learn new skills and had needed help with both the application of it and gaining support. She had come home bubbling over with excitement about this and had resolved immediately to join. She had known that she could do both of those things, and she had been eager to help out. It had only been a couple of weeks before she had been taking her first steps into the adult world.

“You have all you’ll need?” Genevieve had asked her.

“Yes, Mother,” Strongine had replied, amused. “I don’t need much—the point is to help others, not carry my bedroom with me.”

“A mother is allowed to worry. Write to us.”

“I will.”

And just like that, in a whirlwind, she had been off, ready to help whoever she could in this world. They had heard from her often, and soon the organization she had been working for was coming into notice more and more. Genevieve could not have been prouder of her middle daughter.

Alex’s first steps into the world had been much more grandiose, at least to Philip. Amue and Strongine had come back to see him off the Academy, and Catherine was there of course. Genevieve had read the disappointment in her son’s eyes that Olivier wasn’t there, that she hadn’t even sent a letter, but it was what it was. Philip had boasted and bragged about how proud he was of Alex. Genevieve’s words were more of a mother’s worries.

“Be safe,” she had said.

“I will, mother.”

“Guard yourself.”

“I will, mother.”

“Remember the honor you bear.”

“Always, mother.”

And like that, he had headed off. Oh, but she had wished later that her son’s first steps into adulthood wouldn’t lead to such tragedy, but she couldn’t have predicted the future. All she could do was be there for him as much as possible. She had been proud at his certification as a State Alchemist and had been aghast when he was sent home and he spoke of what he had seen there. She had supported him as best she could, and she was proud of him even if he wasn’t of himself.

Catherine had yet to take her first full steps into the adult world, but she was toeing the line with a promising musical career. Several schools and groups were looking at her already, and Genevieve was sure that it wouldn’t be long until she was saying goodbye to her youngest as she watched her take her first steps into her own future. It would be difficult to send off her youngest into adulthood, but wasn’t that what motherhood was about? Helping your children grow and become good people, good adults, that you could be proud of?

Voices caught her ear as she drew closer to the dining room, drawing her out of her musings, and she couldn’t help my smile at them all. She recognized each voice, echoes of their childhood in them in ways that only a mother could hear.

“Alex would you stop crying!” Olivier.

“I’m sorry, Sister, I’m just so overjoyed that we’re all here!” Alex.

“If he doesn’t stop crying, and dad starts crying, do you think we’ll need to build a canoe to keep us from drowning?” Strongine.

“You know, they have a saying about this sort of thing down in Aerugo.” Amue.

“Here you go, Alex. Take this tablecloth for a hankie.” Catherine.

“Very good thinking, Catherine.” Philip.

Genevieve couldn’t suppress the smile that graced her lips as she walked towards the dining room, nor did she want to. For the first time in around twenty years, all of her children were under one roof, and getting along relatively well. She had watched them grow from small children taking their first steps towards a guided independence, to men and women taking their first steps into true independence. It had been full of ups and downs and struggles, but at this moment she wouldn’t trade it for all the tea in Xing. She had her children and her husband all together. Perhaps now there would be some new growth and new first steps for them all—this time, together.

“I see you are all as boisterous as ever.”

“Ah, Genevieve, my dear! I’m glad you’re here now!”

“Yes. And I’m pleased to see all of you here, as well.”

Yes, her children may have grown up, and may have taken their steps into adulthood, but they were still her little ones, and her heart swelled with pride and love at them.

This would be another cherished memory.

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The boy at the Creek

A03

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” Phil was escaping his tormentors, it seemed like this was a daily occurrence.  Buck and Dillon had been his bullies for years, but this year they started to chase after him. He ran back behind the school and down a path that led into the woods. Phil was uneasy about this path; however, he knew it would be the easiest way to lose them.   

“We’re going to find you, freak,” as he ran, Phil’s eyes scanned for places that he would be able to hide and wait them out.  Stick and plants crushed beneath his feet as he could feel his heart thudding against his rib cage. As he went off the beaten path, he found a hollowed-out fallen tree, it was damp and mossy, but it would have to do. Phil forced himself into the log and waited.  

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” taunted Dillon.    

“Down the path, I bet we will find him there,” Phil listened as their footsteps started to fade into silence. He took a deep breath and extracted himself from the log, patting it as he exited as if to thank it. He heard a creek nearby, looking down at the dirt covering his hands he decided to follow the noise to wash them.  As Phil was walking instead of running, it provided him the opportunity to observe nature. The sun was shining through the leaves, birds were chirping, and the creek gave a gentle sound in the background the enhanced the feeling of calm.    

When the trees broke and the shrubbery cleared to the shore, Phil jumped, startled by someone sitting near the water.  Their back was turned to him, all that was visible and a mop of brown hair and a black tee-shirt.  Moving purposefully, Phil did his best not to be detected as he tried to get a better look at the person. As he went back through the woods, he was able to see the person was a boy, about his age, his eyes were focused down, and as Phil followed his gaze, it landed on his hands. His hands, however, were moving in a wide swirling motion and just beneath them, was a small pile of stones, swirling upward near his fingers. Phil gasped and quickly ducked as the boy’s head snapped in his direction. Phil stayed still for what seemed like hours, then slowly turned his head back to the boy, but he was gone. Phil wasn’t sure how the boy could have left without Phil hearing him. He stood up, shrugged, and made his way down the creek to wash up. He wasn’t sure who or what he had seen, but he did know that he had to get home.  

“Is that you love?”  

“Yeah, mom.”  

“Mercy, Phillip, how did you get so dirty?”  

“Ah, I fell.”  

“You fell?” She cocked her eyebrow suspiciously.  

“Yeah,”  

“Hm,” She crossed her arms. “Fine, don’t get all the mud and grass on the carpeting.” Shaking her head, she walked back to the kitchen.  

Blowing out a breath of relief, Phil left his dirty shoes and shirt by the door, walking up the stairs to shower. Who was that boy? He must have had extraordinary powers to move those rocks and to disappear. Phil idly wondered if this boy was dangerous, but it didn’t matter. Phil doubted he would see the boy again anyway.  

“Philp Lester, you get down here and clean up this mess you have left behind,”  

“Coming, mom.” Phil sighed.  

“Oh, lookie there, Buck, the freak has the nerve to show his face back here.”  

“It’s school, Dillion, I am required to be the here,” Phil sidestepped past them, but missed the foot that jutted out, causing him to fall.  

“First day on your new legs, asshole?” Buck scoffed, kicking him and walking by. Phil laid there while they walked into the school.   As he moved, pain engulphed his stomach, moaning he stood up slowly, brushing off his clothes.  As he walked into the building, Phil thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t have time to investigate, he was already late.  

Phil was not chased after school today, but his curiosity about the boy he saw the day prior drew him back to the creek.  Slowly he made his way to the water, careful not to alert anyone to his presence. The boy was there once again, this is time with his legs stretched out and crossed, leaning back on his hands with his head tilted up and his eyes closed. He looked relaxed; Phil couldn’t recall a time when he had been as comfortable as this boy looked.  A smile crossed his lips. Phil wondered what thought had caused his dimple to make an appeared.  He felt his cheeks heat up, realizing how carefully he was observing him.  The boy slowly opened his eyes, looking towards the water; the creek started to babble, and suddenly, a funnel formed, dancing back and forth between the shores. The boy was confident, and if you asked Phil, it looked like he was messing around.  

Phil had watched in awe for several minutes before a rumbling echoed off of the water; it was going to storm. Reluctantly Phil pulled his eyes away from the funnel and made his way back home.  As lightning slashed through the sky, Phil couldn’t help but wonder if the boy was making his way home as well.  He didn’t know, but he had hoped he was safe.  

“Phil, dinner,”  

Phil sat down at the table, smiling at his mother. “You’ve been coming home later, what are you doing?”  

“Walking,” He answered quickly, “It helps me sleep.” It wasn’t a lie; he was doing a lot more walking lately.  

“Well, that’s good, though I was hoping that perhaps you had made a friend,”  

“Mom,”  

She held up her hands, “I know, I know.” Phil had always had a hard time making and then keeping friends. It was something that would make him sad had he thought about it, so he chose not to.  He was okay being alone; at least that way, he was never embarrassed for saying the wrong thing. “Don’t take it personally, love; it’s just a nosy mother.”    

“It’s fine, may I be excused?”  

“You may,” Placing his dishes in the sink, and he looked out the window at the rain. It was beading down and rolling off the glass.  He once again hoped that the boy by the creek was warm, dry, and happy.  

It was Friday, and classes had just ended. The last two days, Phil had watched the boy as he sat, made rocks float in the air, the water swirl, and yesterday he watched him pick a flower on the opposite side of the creek and bring it to his nose. Today Phil felt a little braver and stood behind a tree that was much closer than the tree he had hidden behind the rest of the week.  Phil noticed the wind picking up as the leaves danced in his peripheral vision, and the breeze fluttered against his cheeks. The boy looked sad today, and though he didn’t know him, it made Phil sad.    

“I know you’re there ,” Phil  gasped, ducking down, he heard the boy chuckle, “I can still see your foot,” Phil stepped out from behind the tree.  

“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his neck  

“I feel as if we should exchange names, you’ve been watching me for a week.”  

“Sorry,” Phil bit his lip and looked at his shoes  

The boy stood up, “It is rather rude, is it not? Staring,” he walked towards Phil, “Still, I am not sure if I know what I would say if I came across what you did.” He stuck his hand out, “Dan,”  

Phil took his hand, shaking it lightly. “Phil,”  

“It’s nice to know your name, Phil.”  

“You too,” as Dan shifted, Phil flinched.  

“I’m not going to hurt you.”  

“Okay,”  

“So, how did you find me?”  

“I was hiding in a log and wanted to wash off my hands,”  

Dan pursed his lip, “From what?”  

Phil shook his head, “It’s not important,”  

“No, I suppose not. You live around here?”  

“Not too far, I go to school just over that hill,”  

“I figured as much,”  

“Right, well I better get going,”  

Dan smiled and clapped Phil on the shoulder. “It was good to meet you, Phil. No more hiding, yeah?”  

“Right, see you around,”  

Dan, the boy at the creek, had a name. As embarrassing as the entire circumstance was, Phil was thankful that he knew the boy's name.    

Saturday’s Phil was alone from the time he woke up until later evening as his mother was working.  He got out of bed early today, it had just gone past 8:00, and he couldn’t sleep anymore.  After pouring his cereal, he loaded Mario Cart and started to play, he knew he would grow bored of it, but he played anyway. It was days like these that he wished his brother wasn’t away at Uni. After about an hour, he grew restless and decided to go to the creek. Maybe Dan would be there.  

Phil had almost gotten to the creek bed when he heard a stick snap behind him. He spun around, and there stood Buck and Dillion. Shit.  

“Hey, freak boy,” Dillon stepped forward, “Gonna run again?”  

“Just stop it, Dillon, leave me alone.”  

“Nah, don’t wanna,” Buck lunged forward, shoving Phil to the ground, causing him to land flat on his back. The breath was forced out of him, and he saw stars in front of his eyes.  “Get up and fight, pussy,” Dillion kicked dirt at him.  

“Leave,” The voice seemed to thunder from a distance; it sent chills up Phil’s spine.  

“Who the fuck are you?” Buck demanded.  

“It’s of no consequence who I am, and you should leave. Now.”  

“Look at this kid, thinking we can’t kick his ass too.”  

“Dan, just go, it’s fine,” Phil said up sluggishly.    

“Yeah, Dan, you should go.”  

“No.”  

“No?” Dillion charged at Dan; with a flick of his wrist, he was elevated high up in the air. Buck charged next, and  effortlessly;  he joined his friend.  

“What the fuck, man?”  

“Put us down,”  

“I warned you; you did not heed the said warning. I will give you another chance, however, being a decent being. Now, will you leave?”  

“Yes, fuck, yes. Just let us go.”  

“Very well,” After lowering them to a safe distance to the ground, the fell to the forest floor. Both boys scrambled and took off. “Now then, are you alright, Phil?”  

“Yeah, I mean, I think.” Dan extended his hand to Phil, taking it Dan helped him to his feet. Phil did not realize that he was shaking. “You need not fear me.”  

“I’m not sure about that, you obviously are a superhero,” he paused, “Or villain, I don’t know. The way you say things, it’s,” Phil shook his head, “strange,”  

“I am articulate and well educated. I am not sure how that is considered strange.”    

“People don't talk like that,”  

“Well, I do.”  

“I got that,”  

“You came looking for me, did you not?”  

Phil blushed, “I suppose I did,”  

“Well, you’ve found me. I am here on most days.”  

“So, which are you?”  

“Beg your pardon?”  

“Superhero or supervillain?”  

Dan laughed loudly, “Neither, I am just different,”  

“How old are you?”  

“Same age as you, I imagine,”  

“Where do you go to school?”  

“I am homeschooled.”  

“Right,” Phil took a deep breath, “Sorry, this is just a lot.”  

“Is it? You’ve seen me use my ability before,”  

“Yeah, but not on people. I mean I am grateful that I am not bleeding right now, don’t get me wrong, it just is a little unnerving.”  Dan’s face fell.  

“You’re frightened of me,”  

Phil felt guilty, “Maybe a little, I’m sorry.”  

Dan smiled sympathetically, “Honesty, I like that. We could go sit by the creek if you’d like.”  

“Okay,” Phil followed and sat beside Dan. “Are you one of the X-men?”  

Dan smiled broadly, “Not quite,” He looked at Phil, “My family all have powers, I got  Telekinesis.”    

“Can you transport, too?”    

“Come again?”    

“Just, the day with the storm, you were gone in a flash without any noise,”    

“Oh,” He paused, thinking for a moment, “ I am used to being unnoticed, and no offense intended, you are not very aware of your surroundings. If you were, you would have known that I had spotted you, the first day you were here.”    

“You did?”    

“Of course, you are not that quiet; I am afraid.” His sheepish smile made Phil blush again.    

“I am not good at this,” Phil gestured between the two of them, “or really anything involving people.”    

“Neither am I,” He smiled again, “May I ask you something?”    

“Sure,”    

“When you said you had been hiding, was it from them?”    

Phil nodded, “They’ve always been assholes, this year they started to chase me.”    

“Why?”    

“Why do bullies do anything they do?”    

“Fair point, though I doubt they will be any trouble now.”    

Panic crossed Phil’s face, “What if they tell someone?”    

“Tell them what exactly, that a teenaged boy held them in the air with his mind to protect the kid they wanted to assault physically?”    

Phil scoffed, “It does sound mental,”    

“Indeed.”    

“When did you know you had powers?”    

“Oh, well, I’ve had them my entire life, and as my family all has powers, it wasn’t until I was older that I realized it wasn’t everyone, just us. Well, not just my family, but that “normal” humans were not like this.”    

“So, other members have other powers?”    

“Yes.”    

“Wow, my mind is blown.”    

He smiled, “It’s nice, to be honest with someone who isn’t a relative. I don’t have any friends,”    

Phil smiled, “Well, now you do.”    

“Is that so?” Phil nodded emphatically. “That makes you my first,”    

“Mine too,”    

Dan started to twirl his hand, making the water form into a funnel, “I can only do this when I am happy,” Dan said, “Wow, that is a very lame thing to say, is it not?”    

Phil shook his head, “I think it’s wonderful. You were happy earlier this week too,”    

“That also was because of you. It was quite amusing to me that you thought I didn’t know you were there.”    

“Hey!”    

“I’m a sorry, friend like I said you are not as discrete as you think you are.”    

“Yeah, yeah. Dan?”    

“Hm?”    

“What happens when you’re angry?”    

Dan stilled, the water instantly falling back into the creek. “It’s not as pleasant as water funnels and stone swirls,”    

Meekly, Phil asked, “It’s that bad?”    

“It can be.”    

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After sitting what seemed to be hours, Phil stood up, his stomach growling. “Hey, do you like video games?”    

“I’m not a caveman, Phil. Of course.”    

“Wanna go to mine and play? My mom is at work until 7, and we can order pizza.”    

“Ah, you want me to come over to your house?”    

“Well, yeah, there isn't Mario Kart here, is there?”    

Dan looked down, hesitantly, “I’ve never really been to anyone else house,”    

“It’s about time, don’t you think?”    

“Yeah. I mean, thank you yes,”    

“Relax mate, it’s not that formal, and we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”    

“No, I do, show me the way.”    

It had been at three months since Phil invited Dan to his house and they had become fast friends.  They still met by the creek every day when Phil was done with school, and Dan showed Phil several things and even had levitated him up to the tallest tree.    

“I can see my house from up here!”    

“Be careful Phil; you still can fall you know,”    

“I won’t,” the branch cracked before Phil could understand what was happen and he was falling. As he expected impact, he closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but It didn’t come. He felt a hand on his shoulder.    

“You can open your eyes, Phil, you’re on the ground.”    

Phil cracked open one of his eyes cautiously, then the other. “You saved me?”    

He smiled widely, “Of course I did; I knew you would fall.”    

Phil smirked, “Thanks, Dan.”    

“Don’t mention it,” Their eyes met briefly before Dan turned away.    

“It’s really cool being friends with you Dan, even though I am sure I bore you,”    

Dan stood up, clapping him on the shoulder, “Never a dull moment with you, Philip. Don’t fret about that.”    

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“Cheese is delicious, Phil.”    

“No, it isn’t,”    

“But you eat pizza,”    

“It’s not the same, and it tastes like pizza, not cheese.”    

“That doesn’t even make sense, Phil.”    

“Yes, it does,  Dan,”    

“You’re so stupid,”    

“Your mums stupid.”    

“Are you going to yours or not?”    

“It’s Saturday, of course!”    

Phil hadn’t told his mother, nor had she met Dan yet. For some reason, whenever Phil brought it up, Dan became nervous and changed the subject.  They had been playing for most of the afternoon when the front door opened, Dan’s face blanched.    

“The bloody power went out, so we were all sent home early. I brought Chinese, oh, hello,”    

“Mom, this is Dan, Dan this is mom,”    

“Hello, Mrs. Lester,” Dan said quietly.    

“It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to stay for dinner? There’s plenty.”    

Dan stood and shoved his hands into his pockets quickly. “My humblest apologies, ma’am, I must be on my way. Thank you for the offer. I will see you later, Phil,” with that, Dan nodded and left.    

“You made a friend?”    

“Yes,” his mother held his face in between her hands, “I’m happy for you to love, I’m sorry I made him leave.”    

“He’s just shy,”    

“He understands you then, perfect.”    

Phil was more than confused by the way Dan left; it made things all the more confusing. He had to check on Dan, Phil got out his phone.    

“Are you okay?”    

“Yes. My apologies for my behavior earlier.  Can we talk tomorrow at the creek?”    

“Yes, when?”    

“9:00 AM.”    

“Okay,”    

Dan did not respond, and Phil was even more confused. With an uneasy commotion in his guts, Phil tried to go to sleep, knowing that in the morning he would have answers.    

When Phil approached Dan, his hands were again in his pockets, his eyes to the ground. “Are you cross with me?”    

“No, I’m just confused.”    

Dan sighed, “I wanted to be honest with you, I just wasn’t sure how much you could handle, and I couldn’t reveal my abilities to your mother. You understand, don’t you?”    

“No,”    

Dan took his hands out of his pockets, and they were shaking and glowing blue.    

“What the hell, Dan?”    

“When I’m nervous, my hands glow.  Blue is anxiety, nerves,”    

“You’re anxious?”    

“I am.”    

Phil smiled sympathetically, “Relax, Dan. I’m not mad. I was just confused.”    

“Oh, okay.” Dan sighed and was visibly relieved.    

“Well, this is weird.”    

Dan laughed, silently shaking his head, “You’re an outstanding person, Phil Lester.”    

“Yeah, yeah.”    

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Phil was due to the creek bed immediately after class, but he hadn’t shown up yet. Dan had texted him three times with no response, so he decided to go look for him.    

“Finally got you, freak. No guard dog either.”    

“Please,” Phil said weakly, clutching his side, “Stop,”    

“Please, stop,” Buck mocked, “Nah, don’t want to.”    

“Lookit him, such a wuss,” Dillon laughed.    

“Get away from him!” Dan screamed. Phil had blood trailing down his face from his nose.    

“Fuck, Dillon, look,” Dan’s hands were clutched and glowing red, his whole body was shaking. As Phil met Dan’s eyes, he noticed they, too, were glowing red.    

“Who made him bleed?” Dan demanded,    

“Holy shit, dude,” Buck slowly backed away, only to be stopped by Dan and hoisted high into the air.    

“I will ask again,” he said through clenched teeth, “Who. Made. Him. Bleed?”    

“I, did okay, I’m sorry,” Buck begged,    

“All by yourself?” Dan focused on Dillion, “I’m sure that you helped, didn’t you?”    

“No, man, no,” Dan rose Dillion into the air as well.    

“Both of you should suffer should pay for your despicable behavior.” Suddenly both boys started to sputter and gasp for air. “Terrifying, isn’t it?” He rose them a bit higher, “to be completely helpless, alone with no help in sight,”    

“Dan,” Phil choked,    

“Because the both of you are vermin, scum, a waste of the air you breathe,”    

“Dan, please, stop.” Dan turned to Phil, “Please, relax. Don’t kill them,”    

Dan scoffed, “You can’t be serious, they attacked you, Phil,”    

“I know,” Phil coughed, “But you are too good for this,”    

“You don’t really know that, Phil. You don’t know me,”    

Phil inhaled, “You’re wrong. I do know you. You are gentle, caring, kind. You don’t kill Dan. I know that.” Dan looked at his nose, and his eyes glowed brighter, “No, don’t look at my face, look into my eyes,” When Dan looked at Phil, his eyes slowly turned back to their beautiful brown. “That’s it, set them down, Dan. Let them go.”    

Dan lowered them down when they were released the sputtered and choked.    

“Who the fuck are you?” Dillion gasped.    

“I’m the guy who was going to kill you, but Phil saved your lives. Remember that next time you go after him. If it were not for him, you both would be dead where you stand.”  At that, both boys scrambled away, leaving Dan and Phil alone.    

“Phil!” Dan crouched next to Phil, who flinched.    

“I’m fine,” He pushed himself up, wincing in pain.    

“No, you’re not, you should go to hospital,” Dan reached for Phil, his hands shaking and now glowing blue.    

“Dan,” Phil nodded to his hands,    

“I’ve never been that angry,” Dan whispered.    

“I know,”    

“I was going to kill them, Phil. That is what I meant. You don’t know me; I could have fucking killed them.” Dan collapsed to his knees, covering his eyes and started to sob.    

Phil scooted closer to him, “But you didn’t, Dan, you didn’t.”    

“Only because of you, Phil. I, I am so scared,”    

“Then I won’t leave you,”    

Dan pulled his head out of his hands, “You still want to be my friend?”    

“Am I concerned? Yeah, but yes, Dan,”    

“Phil,”    

“Dan,”    

Dan leaned closer, closing his eyes, and their lips met; Phil cradled Dan’s cheek. Phil heard a hum and noticed they were now both in the air, floating peacefully.    

“Ah, Dan?” Phil asked, pulling back.    

He laughed, “You know how I can make water swirls when I am happy? This, Phil, is what happens when I am delighted.”    

“I’m happy too,”    

“Phil,”    

“Yeah?”    

“You are my sanity; you are why I could stop. My abilities have never been tested this far, and I’ve no idea what would have happened had you not been here. I need you, Phil, more now than ever.”    

“And I will be here, Dan; I love you.”  Dan met their lips again, as they spun and twisted over the creek they had first met.  It was as if nature itself had decreed it to be. And from that point on, both knew they would never be alone.  

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✧･*ﾟscottish surnames

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under the cut are 733 scottish surnames. this masterlist was created for all in one breath rp at the request of lovely el, but feel free to link on your own sites! names are listed in alphabetical order. ❝mac❞, ❝mc❞ and ❝m❞ are split into three sections because i mean... look at them. please like♡ or reblog if you found this useful.

abbot(son), abercrombie, abernethy, adam(son), agnew, aikenhead, aitken, akins, allan(nach/son), anderson, (mac)andie, (mac)andrew, angus, annand, archbold/archibald, ard, aris, (mac)arthur

B

(mac)bain/bayne, baird, baker, balfour, bannatyne, bannerman, barron, baxter, beaton, beith, bell, bethune, beveridge, birse, bisset, bishop, black(ie), blain/blane, blair, blue, blyth, borthwick, bowie, boyd, boyle, braden, bradley, braithnoch, (mac)bratney, breck, bretnoch, brewster, (mac)bridan/brydan/bryden, brodie, brolochan, broun/brown, bruce, buchanan, budge, buglass, buie, buist, burnie, butter/buttar

C

caie, (mac)caig, (mac)cail, caird, cairnie, (mac)callan(ach), calbraith, (mac)callum, calvin, cambridge, cameron, campbell, canch, (mac)candlish, carberry, carmichael, carrocher, carter, cassie, (mac)caskie, catach, catto, cattenach, causland, chambers, chandlish, charleson, charteris, chisholm, christie, (mac)chrystal, (mac)clanachan/clenachan, clark/clerk, (mac)clean, cleland, clerie, (mac)clinton, cloud, cochrane, cockburn, coles, colinson, colquhoun, comish, comiskey, comyn, conn(an), cook, corbett, corkhill, (mac)cormack, coull, coulthard, (mac)cowan, cowley, crabbie, craig, crane, cranna, crawford/crawfurd, crerar, cretney, crockett, crosby, cruikshank, (mac)crum, cubbin, cullen, cumming, cunningham, currie, cuthbertson

D

dallas, dalglish, dalziel, darach/darroch, davidson, davie, day, deason, de lundin, dewar, dickin, dickson, docherty, dockter, doig, dollar, (mac)donald(son), donelson, donn, douglas, dorward, (mac)dow(all), dowell, (macil)downie, drain, drummond, (mc)duff(ie)/duff(y), duguid, dunnet, dunbar, duncan, dunn, durward, duthie

E, F

eggo, elphinstone, erskine, faed, (mac)farquhar(son), fee, fergus(on), (mac)ferries, fettes, fiddes, findlay, finn, finlayson, fisher, fishwick, fitzgerald, flanagan, fleming, fletcher, forbes, forrest, foulis/fowlis, fraser, fullarton, fulton, furgeson

G

gall(ie), galbraith, gammie, gardyne, (mac)garvie, gatt, gault, geddes, gellion, gibb(son), gilbert, gilbride, (mac)gilchrist, gilfillan, (mac)gill(ivray/ony), gillanders, gillespie, gillies, gilliland, gilmartin, gilmichael, gilmore, gilroy, gilzean, (mac)glashan, glass, gloag, glover, godfrey, gollach, gordon, (mac)gorrie, gourlay, gow, graeme/graham, grant, grassick, grassie, gray, gregg, (mac)gregor(y), greer, greig, grierson, grieve, grimmond, (mac)gruer, gunn, guthrie

H

hall, hamill, (mac)hardie/hardy, harper, harvie, hassan, hatton, hay, henderson, hendry, henry, hepburn, herron, hood, hosier, howie, hugston, huie, hume, humphrey, hunter, (mac)hutcheon, hutcheson

I, J, K

(mac)innes, irving, iverach, ivory, jamieson, jarvie, jeffrey(s), johnson, johnston, jorie, (mac)kay, (mac)kean, keenan, keillor, keir, keith, kelly, kelso, keogh, kemp, kennedy, (mac)kerr(acher), kesson, king, kynoch

L

laing, laird, (mac)laine/lane, lamond, lamont, landsborough, landsburgh, lang/laing, larnach, laurie/lawrie, lees, lennie, lennox, leslie, lindsay, little(son), lithgow, livingston(e), lobban, logan, lorne, lothian, lovat, love, loynachan, luke, luther

MAC-

mac ruaidhrí, mac somhairle, mac suibhne, macadam, macadie, macaffer, macainsh, macalasdair, macallister, macalonie, macalpine, macanroy, macara, macarthy, macaskill, macaskin, macaughtrie, macaulay, macauslan, macbean, macbeath, macbeth(ock), macbey, macbriden, macbryde, maccabe, maccadie, maccaffer, maccaffey/maccaffie, maccalman, maccambridge, maccann, maccance, maccartney, maccavity, maccaw, macdowell, maccheyne, maccodrum, maccomb(ie), maccorkindale, maccormick, maccoll, macconie, macconnachie, macconnell, maccoshin, maccoskrie, maccorquodale, macclaren, maccleary, macclew, maccloy, macclumpha, macclung, macclure, macclurg, maccraig, maccrain, maccreadie, maccrimmon, maccrindle, maccririe, maccrone, maccrosson, maccuaig, maccuidh, maccuish, macculloch, maccurley, macdermid/macdiarmid, macdougall, macdui, macduthy, maceachainn, maceachen, macelfrish, macewan/macewen, macfadyen, macfadzean, macfall, macfarlane/macpharlane, macfater/macphater, macfeat, macfee, macfigan, macgarrie, macgarva, macgeachen/macgeechan, macgeorge, macghie, macgibbon, macgillonie, macgiven, macglip, macgriogair, macgruther, macguire, macgurk, machaffie, macheth, machugh, macichan, macinnally, macindeoir, macindoe, macinesker, macinlay, macinroy, macintosh, macintyre, macisaac, maciver/macivor, macilherran, macilroy, macjarrow, mackail, mackeegan, mackeggie, mackellar, mackelvie, mackendrick, mackenna, mackenzie, mackerlich, mackerral, mackerron, mackerrow, mackessock, mackettrick, mackichan, mackie, mackilligan, mackillop, mackim(mie), mackinven, mackirdy/mackirdie, mackrycul, maclafferty, maclagan, maclarty, maclatchie/letchie, maclaverty, maclearnan, macleay, maclehose, macleish, maclellan(d), macleman, macleod, macleòid, maclintock, macllwraith, maclucas, macluckie, maclugash, macmann(us), macmaster, macmeeken, macmichael, macmillan, macminn, macmorrow, macmurchie, macmurdo, macmurray, macnab, macnair, macnally, macnaught(on), macnee, macneish/macnish, macnicol, macninder, macnucator, macpartland, macphail, macphatrick, macphee, macphedran, macpherson, macquarrie, macqueen, macquien, macquilken, macrae/machray, macraild, macrob(bie/bert), macrory, macrostie, macshane, macsherry, macsorley, macsporran, macsween, mactavish, mactear, macturk, macusbaig, macvannan, macvarish, macvaxter, macvean, macveigh/macvey, macvicar, macvitie, macvurich, macwalter, macwattie, macwhannell, macwhillan, macwhinnie

MC-

mccabe, mccain, mcclelland, mcclintock, mcconell, mccracken, mccune, mccurdy, mcdiarmid, mcelshender, mceuen, mcewing, mcfadden, mcgeachie/mcgeachy, mcgowan, mcilroy, mcinnis, mcivor, mckechnie, mckeown, mclarty, mclennan, mcneill(age/ie), mcowen, mcphee, mcpherson, mcwhirter

M

maduthy, magruder, mahaffie, main(s), mair, major, malcolm(son), malloch, manson, marr, marno(ch), (mac)martin, marquis, massie, matheson, mathewson, maver/mavor, maxwell, may, mearns, meechan, meiklejohn, meldrum, mellis(h), menzies, mercer, micklewain, milfrederick, millar/miller, milligan, milliken, milne, milroy, milvain, milwain, moannach, moat, moffat, mollinson, moncrief, monk, montgomery, moore, moray, morgan, (mac)morran, morrison, morrow, morton, mossman, mucklehose, muir(head), mulloy, munn, munro, (mac)murchie/murchy, murchison, murdoch, murphy

N, O, P, Q

nairn, naughton, navin, neeve, neil, neish, nelson, ness, nevin, nicalasdair, niceachainn, (mac)nichol(son), nicleòid, (mac)niven, noble, ochiltree, ogg, ogilvy, o'kean, oliver, omay/omey, orchard(son), orr, osborne, park, paterson, patrick, patten, peacock, peat, peters, philp, polson, power, purcell, purser, qualtrough, quayle, quillan, quiller, quinn, quirk

R, S

(mac)ranald(son), randall, rankin, reid, reoch, revie, riach, (mac)ritchie, roberts(on), rose, ross, rothes, roy, ryrie, salmon(d), scott, selkirk, sellar, shannon, sharpe, shaw, sheen, shiach, sillars, sim(son/pson), sinclair, skene, skinner, sloan, smith, somerville, soutar/souter, stein, stenhouse, stewart/stuart, strachan, stronach, sutherland, (mac)swan(son/ston), swinton

T, U, V, W, Y

taggart, tallach, tawse, taylor, thom(son), todd, tolmie, tosh, tough, tulloch, turner, tyre, ulrick, urquhart, vass, wallace, walker, walsh, warnock, warren, ward, watt, watson, wayne, weir, welsh, whiston, whyte, wilkins(on), (mac)william(son), wilson, winning, wright, young

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