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socalbetty asked: Prompt: couples night out, Ian and Mickey, Lip and Mandy, also they kinda encourage Fiona and Iggy to set them up with each other ( yeah I kinda just jumped on the Iggy and Fiona bandwagon). But everybody in the complete is just kinda surprised how Ian and Mickey are so good together.
It took me a little too long to execute this. It was actually really challenging for me to write it. Assume I wasn’t very inspired lately. Anyway, I hope you like this! :)
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it’s not a fucking date (ao3)
“Fuck no.”
“Oh, c’mon. It’d be fun!”
“Watching my sister spitting on your brother’s face doesn’t sound like amusement to me.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“Have you met Mandy? Besides Milkoviches don’t accomplish dates.”
“It doesn’t hold to be necessarily a date,” Ian rolls his eyes.
“Damn right it ain’t.”
“So we’re doing it?”
“Not in the kitchen,” Fiona jokes while pouring herself some water and they’d be lying if they said t
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Margaret Tait’s Beguiling Films Demonstrate a Dogged Commitment to the Act of Looking
The Scottish filmmaker and poet Margaret Tait made films that hum with humanity. Her gently persuasive operate is both intensely personal and engagingly social, the apparent simplicity of her everyday imagery belying her dogged commitment to the act of looking. Tait, who died in , was born in Kirkwall, Orkney years ago on 11 November , and between to created more than 30 films. The exhibition ‘Stalking the Image: Margaret Tait and her Legacy’ is part of a series of events across Scotland marking the centenary of her birth. Featuring nine of her films that vary in length from two to 32 minutes, also included at Glasgow’s Gallery of Modern Art are vitrines filled with archive material such as typed letters, hand-drawn story boards and the filmmaker’s 16mm Bolex camera.
Tait’s legacy is represented through films by the recipients of the annual award named after her, which launched in A screening schedule throughout the exhibition’s run presents perform by nine Scotland-based artist-filmmakers, inaugural M
January 9 The Scotsman
A NORTHWARD EXPEDITION
(By Dr. Robert J. Drummond)
&#;&#;&#;.Eynhallow Sound. &#; To make a curved of it the way lay by Evie, a village above Eynhallow Sound, which flows between the Mainland and Rousay. It is not a mile across, and yet the ministers of Evie and Rousay have been recognizable to exchange for services on the Sabbath, and in the meantime such a gale has blown up that the next week-end has come before they could return to their manses, though the houses faced each other across the Sound. Such things do happen in those tide-swept islands. A preacher was thus once storm-stayed in that very isle of Rousay. He was due in South Ronaldshay on Sunday. But all the week a storm was raging and no boat would position to sea. Saturday came, and by much pleading he induced two men to venture out, and with great difficulty and no little danger they landed him at Kirkwall. He was still miles away from his destination. But he slept the night in Kirkwall, and rose betimes next morning. He had ten miles to walk and two ferries to cross ere he reached St Margaret&#;s