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boatmediatourney · 8 months

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🚢Boat Song Lineup & Links🚢

*links are on the boat emojis. most of the artists listed are specific to the linked versions, and many are folk songs with no single or known author. all the links are youtube links.*

🚢 32 Down on the Robert MacKenzie (Due South), Paul Gross

🚢 A Pirate Looks at 40, Jimmy Buffett

🚢 A Sailboat in the Moonlight, Billie Holliday

🚢 The Ballad of Gilligan's Isle (theme song)

🚢 The Ballad of Harbo and Samuelson, Shanghaied on the Willamette

🚢 The Bonnie Ship the Diamond, The Corries

🚢 Bluenose, Stan Rogers

🚢 Boat on the River, Styx

🚢 Canadee-i-o, Nic Jones

🚢 Come Sail Away, Styx

🚢 Day-O (Banana Boat Song), Harry Belafonte

🚢 Friggin in the Riggin, The Sex Pistols

🚢 Ghosts of Cape Horn, Gordon Lightfoot

🚢 Go to Sea No More, The Dubliners

🚢 The Good Ship Kangaroo, Planxty

🚢 Hard on the Beach Oar, Johnny Collins

🚢 Haul Away Joe, The Eskies

🚢 Highwayman, The Highwaymen

🚢 I'm on a Boat, The Lonely Island

🚢 I'm Shipping up to Boston, The Dropkick Murphys

🚢 James Craig, The Maritime Crew

🚢 The Last Bristolian Pirate, The Longest Johns

🚢 Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her, Coda

🚢 The Leaving of Liverpool, The Dubliners

🚢 The Little Boat, The Wiggles

🚢 Lord Franklin, Pentangle

🚢 Lowlands Away, The Corries

🚢 Lukey, Great Big Sea

🚢 The Mariner's Revenge, The Decemberists

🚢 Marie Christine, Gordon Lightfoot

🚢 The Mary Ellen Carter, Stan Rogers

🚢 Mingulay Boat Song, The Corries

🚢 Mr. Andrews' Vision ("Titanic: A New Musical"), Maury Yeston

🚢 The Mistress, Dramtreeo

🚢 My Sails Are Set (One Piece live action)

🚢 Orinoco Flow, Enya

🚢 Overture/Prologue/The Launching ("Titanic: A New Musical"), Maury Yeston

🚢 The Pacific, Dave Malloy

🚢 The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Veggie Tales)

🚢 Proud Mary, Ike and Tina Turner

🚢 Race to be King, Seth Lakeman

🚢 Rolling Down to Old Maui, Stan Rogers

🚢 Roll the Old Chariot (sea shanty)

🚢 Round the Cape, The Longest Johns

🚢 Row, Row, Row your Boat (nursery rhyme)

🚢 Running Down to Cuba, Colm McGuinness

🚢 Sailing, Christopher Cross

🚢 Sailor's Farewell (sea shanty)

🚢 Santiana, The Longest Johns

🚢 Santiano, Hugues Aufray

🚢 Saturday, Jonathan Eng and Stephanie Hladowski

🚢 Save the Whales!, Country Joe McDonald

🚢 Ship in a Bottle, Fin Argus

🚢 Ship of Fools, The Grateful Dead

🚢 Song for the Bowdoin, Larry Kaplan

🚢 Song of the Volga Boatmen, Soviet Army Chorus & Band

🚢 Son of a Son of a Sailor, Jimmy Buffett

🚢 South Australia, Johnny Collins

🚢 Tow Rope Girls, Daniel Kelly

🚢 The Wellerman (sea shanty), Nathan Evans

🚢 The Wild Cape Horn, Friends Of The Shipyard and Fisherman's Fayre

🚢 The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Gordon Lightfoot

🚢 Warlike Seamen, Jerry Bryant and Starboard Mess

#PLEASE let me know if any of the links are wrong or dead so i can update them #song tourney info #boat media tourney #long post

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ladylooch · 3 months

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What We Could Be - [Mack X David]

A/N: I know today is supposed to be an off day but I hope you don't mind if I drop a lil AU treat for ya! These two are about to boil over... And lucky us getting to see it all unfold 😈 Happy Friday!

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Tucked inside Connor and Lucie’s bathroom, Mackenzie Hischier attempts to collect herself. The water runs ice cold from the faucet, hurting her hands as she puts them through the stream. She gulps down, not quite understand why she is panting. Everything about tonight was supposed to be innocent, but once David put his hand on the small of her back to encourage her into the elevator, the tone shifted. His touch ignited a burning hot wild fire in her core that exploded, consuming everything.

They all ate together at McDonald’s. David helped keep Stella in line when Mack refused to let her play in the germ-infested play place. He went and charmed the counter worker for another pack of BBQ sauce after Stella dumped hers on the ground accidentally. He even got down on that dirty floor and cleaned up the mess, even though Mack insisted she could do it.

“You’re too beautiful to be cleanin’” He winked at her.

“Am I beautiful, Davey!?” Stella asked, patting his arm. He chuckled, that stupid, sweet noise that makes it hard for Mack to breathe, and told Stella she was as beautiful as the sunset on his farm in Iowa.

Again, Mack felt the shift of the world beneath her feet.

The quick walk back to the apartment was filled with Stella insisting on David AND Mack swinging her up every few steps. She squealed and laughed, bringing out a huge grin on David’s face.

“Stell, you’re my favorite little Ranger. Tell the others.” He insisted as he picked her up, maneuvering around a puddle she couldn’t find the courage to walk around.

“You spoil her.” Mack scoffed lightly, shaking her head, but with a small smile on her face.

“Could spoil you too.” He winked as he walked into the apartment building. Mack closed her eyes, assaulted by the wind blowing his piney and fresh cologne into her face. She sighed, then followed behind the two.

“Davey, we are gonna watch Up, yeah!?”

“Well….” He trailed off, looking at Mack. “Sweets, as much as I would love that, it’s not really my night with you. It’s your aunties. I don’t want to take up all your time together.” Stella whipped her head at Mack.

“Auntie, please! Please! Please! Please!” Her bottom lip jutted out, then David did the same exaggerated pout at her. Mack’s dimples hurt from how hard she smiled back at them.

How was she supposed to say no to them?

The rest of the night, Mack felt like a teenager. She made the three of them popcorn. The two adults had settled in on the couch before Stella bopped between them. David laid his arm across the back of the couch. Every so often, his fingers would brush her shoulder, testing the waters until eventually, they just stayed. From there, his fingers rolled along to the back of her neck where he started rubbing soft circles into her skin. As Stella was falling asleep with her feet in David’s lap and her head on Mack’s thigh, Mack was melting into David’s touch.

“She’s asleep.” David said to Mack, jolting her out where she was overthinking the night.

“Oh.” She cleared her throat. She sat up, away from his touch, but his fingers followed, gliding the backs of his knuckles over her spine. “I guess you can leave now.” Mack turned more to the left so his fingers drop off her back and instead fell next to her, behind Stella’s head on her thigh.

“I guess I can.” He nodded, then looked down at Stella. “Should I take her to bed?”

“Um, yeah. That would be great. I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

That cold water Mack was hoping to calm her down quickly lost it’s effect. She tries again, putting her wet palms on either side of her neck. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, then exhaling just as hard.

“You’re fine. Stop being so… caught up.” She mutters to her reflection. Annoyance at herself pulls her eyebrows down over her brown eyes. She wipes her hands half-heartedly on the hand towel, then rips the door open. She expects to see David waiting for her in the hallway. But it’s empty. The whole apartment is quiet, except for the light wind of Stella’s air purifier that David must have turned on for her.

Slowly, Mack creeps down the hallway, feeling the need to tip toe to not disturb the silence. Anticipating has pins piercing into her scalp. She comes to the main area and sees David standing, looking out the window with his back to her. She stops by the couch, staring at the back of his wide shoulders. Her fingers graze the leather as a holding spot. He turns, seeing her in the glass in front of him. Their eyes meet. Lust burns between them like a welcomed friend. Mack’s hands ball into fists by her hips. David cocks a “Whats it gonna be” eyebrow at her.

“Ugh.” She groans then rushes forward, collapsing fully into her lust. David grins, catching her effortlessly in his strong, farm arms. Her legs wrap around him, tightening her to his abdomen.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me, honey.” He whispers, then shoves his tongue into her mouth.

A hot and heavy make out session consumes them both. The temperature between their bodies sky rockets. Mack pants, licking his tongue as he walks them to the couch. He sits down on it, bringing her into his lap. She puts her hands on either side of his neck, tilting her face to get more of his mouth on hers. Thing tongues fight for control and possession of each other’s mouthes until they need air.

“Fuck.” She moans as he kisses along her jaw.

“I need an answer. Are we doing this?” He mumbles. Mack shudders at the feeling of his facial hair tickling in the crook on her shoulder and neck. Between her thighs, she can feel his huge bulge pushing into her soaked heat.

“Mmmm…” She inhales deeply, then arches her breasts into his chin. He pulls away, laughing at her blissed out look above him.

“Is that a yes?”

“Just kiss me.” Mack mumbles, gripping his face again with both hands. She rises a bit on her knees, shoving her tongue until it is practically down his throat. David’s hands move from her hips to her ass. He presses her into his erection. Mack gasps.

“You feel that baby? Been hard for you all week. Fucked my hand thinking of you the other night.” His intimate confession has a loud moan pushing from Mack’s mouth. He rolls her over his clothed cock again and Mack can feel the coil tighten inside her. He rolls her hips slower this time, torturous, over and over again as they make out like their 16 years olds, dry humping on her parents’ couch. Mack shudders, widening her thighs for him to press him deeper into her clit. “Show me how bad you want this cock in your wet pussy. Can feel how wet you are, honey. Need to feel you soon. Not gonna live if I don’t.”

Mack does as he asks, taking control of her hips back from him. She unabashedly rocks into his thick cock, annoyed by the fabric of her leggings covering her desperate heat. David moves a hand to her stomach and lower back, pushing her up so he can get his hand under her shirt. He grips her breast over her bra, then folds the cup down, thumbing her nipple. Mack could come right there. Her head falls back, Then she gasps in surprise when he stills.

“What the-”

“Shhhh.” Davey coos. “I can hear Lucie’s laugh.” Mack pauses, hearing it too now.

“Fuck.” She mutters, falling off David onto the leather couch. She adjusts her shirt, then looks at him with unsure eyes. He stands, a massive erection extending the zipper on his jeans. She bites her lip, staring at it, then drags her gaze up to meet his with wide eyes. He grins back at her, seeing the curiosity and need shining in her brown orbs.

“Sorry to leave you alone but I’ve gotta take care of this in the bathroom.” He calmly walks down to the bathroom. Mack smoothes out her hair, then wipes her face off with the back of her hand. She can feel the scratchy irritation from his mustache rubbing against her skin.

The apartment door bursts open and Mack’s anxiety eases. From her place on the couch, she can see the glassy eyes of her sister and brother-in-law. Their loaded with alcohol and likely won’t be asking too many questions.

“Mackie!!!!!” Lucie wails loudly. Mack cringes, glancing towards the hallway. Hopefully Stella stays asleep. Lucie stumbles towards her, then collapses onto Mack, pinning her into the couch. Mack’s heart pounds in her chest with how close Lucie looks at her face. “How was she?” Lucie asks, eyes slightly downturned, breath reeking of whiskey.

“A true angel.”

“Good.” Lucie mumbles, drunk smile on her lips. She looks down at Mack’s neck, eyebrows furrowing. “Whass dat?” She strokes a spot Mack can remember David’s teeth nibbling on moments ago.

“I scratched myself.” Mack says dumbly. Drunk Lucie doesn’t seem to notice.

“Mmm gotta be careful.” Lucie murmurs, putting her head on Mack’s chest. Connor comes to sit on the couch by their feet. Him and Mack make eye contract. He looks slightly more sober, but not much.

“Leave.” He mouths at Mack. She purses her lips against a laugh. “Now.” He continues, then jerks his thumb towards the door. Mack looks down at Lucie, seeing her eyes closed as she sighs. Yeah, Mack should go. Connor has about ten minutes left of his wife before his chances of getting laid close. Mack moves to get up, but Lucie squishes her back down.

“No! We never snuggle anymore! Wanna snuggle with you.” Mack cringes at Connor. She is saved from further commentary by David coming out of the bathroom. Both Lucie and Connor turn towards the hallway. Neither of them expect David.

“Hi mom and dad.” Mack glances down at his crotch, not seeing the huge problem that had gone into the bathroom with him. The thought of him touching himself to her has her getting hot again. She bites her lip when their eyes meet. Connor’s nose scrunches and he glances over at the two Hischier women.

“Ohhhhh! I forgot to tell you Mack was watching Stell!” Lucie starts to laugh. “Well at least you two didn’t kill each other in front of our daughter.”

“We thought about it tho.” Davey smiles, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Dude you didn’t have to stay. You could have left and did something else with your night.” Connor says around a yawn.

“Mack insisted I stay.” David says. Both Connor and Lucie laugh in disbelief. Mack gives him a nervous look. He throws her a minuscule wink, one neither of the drunkies in the room see.

“No. More like Stella dragged him in here.” Mack responds, cupping her neck where she can feel her neck pulsing under his bite mark.

“Please give my condolences to Lio for moving out of favorite uncle status.” David laughs as he walks to where his jacket and shoes were tossed earlier.

“He would die.” Lucie murmurs, snuggling into Mack, cute little yawn stretching her lips “Thanks, Davey.”

“Anytime, Luc.” He smiles. “You all have a good night.” He seemingly addresses the whole room, but his eyes stay on Mack.

Mack wants to follow him. She wants to run down the floors of this building until she gets to his with him, so she can peel away the layers of clothing between them and find out once and for all how it would feel to be touched by him. Instead, her older sister mumbles to her.

“Wanna watch Lion King?” It’s the most nostalgic movie for them.

“Sure.” Mack answers. Connor sighs dramatically. He broke up her fun; it’s only fair to return the favor.

“I’m going to bed.” He mumbles, patting Lucie’s ass. “Goodnight girls.” He calls lamely over his shoulder.

It takes five minutes before Lucie falls asleep. Mack is up the entire time, even after the final credits roll. The Disney logo bounces around the screen as she replays the night in her mind like it’s her new favorite movie. She bites her lip, then rolls onto her side.

Lucie had sat up long ago, curling into the other side of the couch, still fully clothed in her date night outfit, including her high heeled boots. Mack isn’t surprised to see Connor shuffle sleepily out, scooping her up and disappearing back down the hall. He hates sleeping without her. Mack smiles softly, watching as he cradles her close to him, then whispers another goodnight to Mack after verifying she is staying over. She nods to him. It’s too late for her to go home now.

Mack is about to fall asleep when her phone illuminates in the dark room. She reaches for it, squinting at the bright screen as she reads. Every cell in her body stands to attention when she reads:

No more messing around, Mackncheese. I’m done being nice. You better give me an answer soon.

That a threat? Mack types back

Yeah.

What if my answer is no?

You’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what we could have been. Mack smiles at that. He should come off as so arrogant. Admittedly he would have a few weeks ago, yet he has a steady confidence she has secretly yearned for in a man.

And if my answer is yes? Her heart pounds as she watches his reply bubble pop up.

I’ll ruin you for anyone else.

Mack moans, covering her face with her hand. Then she peeps through her fingers so she can re-read his message. Her heartbeat swooshes in her ears, thinking about what she felt on the couch earlier. The all consuming desire that she didn’t even hesitate running full tilt towards. Lustfully, she wants to throw her caution to the wind. But deep in her gut, a terror runs free, whispering that he is too dangerous, too much for her. The things she feels for him are so strong. They have swayed abruptly from contempt to yearning. She can’t trust these feelings. It isn’t safe.

Mack puts her phone down, laying her head back down on the pillow with a heavy sigh. She wraps her arms around herself, staring at the ceiling while gripping the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

Hold or leap?

It seems so simple.

Yet Mack can’t help but feel like she’s choosing for the rest of her life.

#Mackdavid au

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rafaelnadalfans · 7 months

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Excitement Builds as Rafael Nadal Prepares for 2024 Australian Open

Photo by Andy Cheung/Getty Images Rafael Nadal is set to make his return to the grand-slam tennis scene at the 2024 Australian Open, as confirmed by Craig Tiley, the director of the tournament. The 37-year-old tennis legend has been absent from the court since sustaining a hip flexor injury during his second-round match against Mackenzie McDonald in the 2023 Melbourne edition. In an exclusive…

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#Australian Open #Rafael Nadal #tennis

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haveyoureadthismgyabook · 20 days

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Series info...

Book one in the Dear America series

A Journey to the New World

The Winter of Red Snow: The Revolutionary War Diary of Abigail Jane Stewart, Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, 1777 by Kristiana Gregory

When Will This Cruel War Be Over?: The Civil War Diary of Emma Simpson, Gordonsville, Virginia, 1864 by Barry Denenberg

A Picture of Freedom: The Diary of Clotee, a Slave Girl, Belmont Plantation, Virginia, 1859 by Patricia McKissack

Across the Wide and Lonesome Prairie: The Oregon Trail Diary of Hattie Campbell, 1847 by Kristiana Gregory

So Far from Home: The Diary of Mary Driscoll, an Irish Mill Girl, Lowell, Massachusetts, 1847 by Barry Denenberg

I Thought My Soul Would Rise and Fly: The Diary of Patsy, a Freed Girl, Mars Bluff, South Carolina, 1865 by Joyce Hansen

West to a Land of Plenty: The Diary of Teresa Angelino Viscardi, New York to Idaho Territory, 1883 by Jim Murphy

Dreams in the Golden Country: The Diary of Zipporah Feldman, a Jewish Immigrant Girl, New York City, 1903 by Kathryn Lasky

Standing in the Light: The Captive Diary of Catharine Carey Logan, Delaware Valley, Pennsylvania, 1763 by Mary Pope Osborne

Voyage on the Great Titanic: The Diary of Margaret Ann Brady, RMS Titanic, 1912 by Ellen Emerson White

A Line in the Sand: The Alamo Diary of Lucinda Lawrence, Gonzales, Texas, 1836 by Sherry Garland

My Heart Is on the Ground: The Diary of Nannie Little Rose, a Sioux Girl, Carlisle Indian School, Pennsylvania, 1880 by Ann Rinaldi

The Great Railroad Race: The Diary of Libby West, Utah Territory, 1868 by Kristiana Gregory

A Light in the Storm: The Civil War Diary of Amelia Martin, Fenwick Island, Delaware, 1861 by Karen Hesse

The Girl Who Chased Away Sorrow: The Diary of Sarah Nita, a Navajo Girl, New Mexico, 1864 by Ann Turner

A Coal Miner's Bride: The Diary of Anetka Kaminska, Lattimer, Pennsylvania, 1896 by Susan Campbell Bartoletti

Color Me Dark: The Diary of Nellie Lee Love, the Great Migration North, Chicago, Illinois, 1919 by Patricia McKissack

One Eye Laughing, the Other Weeping: The Diary of Julie Weiss, Vienna, Austria to New York, 1938 by Barry Denenberg

My Secret War: The World War II Diary of Madeline Beck, Long Island, New York, 1941 by Mary Pope Osborne

Valley of the Moon: The Diary Of Maria Rosalia de Milagros, Sonoma Valley, Alta California, 1846 by Sherry Garland

Seeds of Hope: The Gold Rush Diary of Susanna Fairchild, California Territory, 1849 by Kristiana Gregory

Christmas After All: The Great Depression Diary of Minnie Swift, Indianapolis, Indiana, 1932 by Kathryn Lasky

Early Sunday Morning: The Pearl Harbor Diary of Amber Billows, Hawaii, 1941 by Barry Denenberg

My Face to the Wind: The Diary of Sarah Jane Price, a Prairie Teacher, Broken Bow, Nebraska, 1881 by Jim Murphy

Where Have All the Flowers Gone? The Diary of Molly MacKenzie Flaherty, Boston, Massachusetts, 1968 by Ellen Emerson White

A Time for Courage: The Suffragette Diary of Kathleen Bowen, Washington, D.C., 1917 by Kathryn Lasky

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall: The Diary of Bess Brennan, Perkins School for the Blind, 1932 by Barry Denenberg

Survival in the Storm: The Dust Bowl Diary of Grace Edwards, Dalhart, Texas, 1935 by Katelan Janke

When Christmas Comes Again: The World War I Diary of Simone Spencer, New York City to the Western Front, 1917 by Beth Seidel Levine

Land of the Buffalo Bones: The Diary of Mary Ann Elizabeth Rodgers, an English Girl in Minnesota, New Yeovil, Minnesota, 1873 by Marion Dane Bauer

Love Thy Neighbor: The Tory Diary of Prudence Emerson, Green Marsh, Massachusetts, 1774 by Ann Turner

All the Stars in the Sky: The Santa Fe Trail Diary of Florrie Mack Ryder, The Santa Fe Trail, 1848 by Megan McDonald

Look to the Hills: The Diary of Lozette Moreau, a French Slave Girl, New York Colony, 1763 by Patricia McKissack

I Walk in Dread: The Diary of Deliverance Trembley, Witness to the Salem Witch Trials, Massachusetts Bay Colony, 1691 by Lisa Rowe Fraustino

Hear My Sorrow: The Diary of Angela Denoto, a Shirtwaist Worker, New York City, 1909 by Deborah Hopkinson

The Fences Between Us: The Diary of Piper Davis, Seattle, Washington, 1941 by Kirby Larson

Like the Willow Tree: The Diary of Lydia Amelia Pierce, Portland, Maine, 1918 by Lois Lowry

Cannons at Dawn: The Second Diary of Abigail Jane Stewart, Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, 1779 by Kristiana Gregory

With the Might of Angels: The Diary of Dawnie Rae Johnson, Hadley, Virginia, 1954 by Andrea Davis Pinkney

Behind the Masks: The Diary of Angeline Reddy, Bodie, California, 1880 by Susan Patron

A City Tossed and Broken: The Diary of Minnie Bonner, San Francisco, California, 1906 by Judy Blundell

Down the Rabbit Hole: The Diary of Pringle Rose, Chicago, Illinois, 1871 by Susan Campbell Bartoletti

#books #middle grade #historical fiction #journey to the new world #dear america #poll #kathryn lasky

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punkeropercyjackson · 4 months

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1. Mackenzie and Mathew Hamato hcs?

2. Literally every anti Camila point can be invalidated using logic, your eyes, your ears and your brain.

CORRECT.And:

Mackenzie moved to New York for college and is original from San Francisco and Mathew also moved to NY from England after his mom got custody of him post divorce

Pink girl/Blue boy duo but platonic

Gamer bros

Battle bros too!!

#theautisticcentre #mackenzie mcdonald #mathew hamato #rottmnt #real self shipping hours #askies

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stateofsport211 · 9 months

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Toronto (M1000) MS R3: Mackenzie McDonald def. Milos Raonic [PR] 6-3, 6-3 Match Stats

📸 Tennis TV

This straight-sets win in three consecutive matches showed Mackie is on his own roll. Somehow, most of the flow in this match came in Mackie's racquets. This was apparent through his forehand carriage, as well as his solid service games.

Even though Raonic scored 22 winners than Mackie's 12, Raonic's forehand became the 50-50 aspect of the match. When he was on, it resulted in shot winners, or else it would be error-prone. This was where Mackie stepped in, adding more spins to his shots (the 89%-11% compared to slice), playing clean with 20 lesser unforced errors than Raonic, as well as winning almost half of his points from the baseline and serve. As a result, he converted 60% of his break points, although Raonic had his own chances then.

Speaking of his service games, even if Raonic had more unreturned serves, Mackie's service games were rather consistent. Landing 71% in, he won 81% of his points through his first serves. The riskiness of Raonic's second serves became more apparent even if he made 85% of it, with his frequent double faults right in the moments that mattered, allowing Mackie to be entirely in control as a result.

In the quarterfinals, Mackie will face Alejandro Davidovich Fokina, who defeated third seed Casper Ruud 7-6(4), 4-6, 7-6(4) in a close, highlight-reel match. While shot-making became one issue on their return games, service games consistency would be another, as Mackie's form showed in his last three matches. In this case, it would not be over until it is over!

#atp world tour #atp tour #national bank open toronto #canada m1000 #tennis updates #match stats #mackenzie mcdonald #milos raonic

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daikenkki · 4 months

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#Australian Open #tennis #Neal Skupski #Santiago Gonzalez #Botic Van de Zandschulp #Mackenzie McDonald

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soaking-wet-cat-punk · 8 months

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Remarkable Things I’ve Seen At The Pool Working As A Lifeguard

A girl who comes in every day and never wears the same swimsuit twice.

Guy who jumped off the diving board and made such a big splash he flooded the side of the pool

Four or five kids playing “Splash the Karen” in which one of them would get out of the pool and pretend to be an angry old woman and everyone else would splash them aggressively

Two kids pretending to be different animals as they jumped off the boards but some of the animals were “fortnite addict” “flu vaccine” and “youtuber”

4 year old boy asks 6 year old girl out on a minecraft date. She declines

A mother duck and her eight ducklings having a swimming lesson (we had to chase them out of the pool with the help of the skimmer and Manager Caleb)

Taika Waititi lookalike

Whenever a family is done with their snacks they just? Give it to the lifeguards? And so most days we get like free pizza or cupcakes

8,000 gnats

Four to five kids playing realistic medieval royalty, where the roles were ‘king’ ‘queen who is also a cat’ ‘assassin’ ‘potato farmer’ and ‘peasant whose eyes got gouged out for disobeying the law’ (the average age was 5)

Two boys playing the Pokemon version of ‘Silly McDonalds’ where one of them would summon different kinds of pokemon and the other pretended to be the pokemon, but every pokemon was actually pikachu

Mackenzie from Dance Moms lookalike child

Creepy old man who I thought was west asian but actually paying more attention to his bone structure and face shape I think he’s white but just has the worst, most cancer-causing suntan I’ve ever seen I’m surprised he’s still alive. He’s really gross and I don’t like him.

Several grown men with bowl cuts

Kid who pretended to be a baby crawling off the edge of the diving board and then drowning.

Baby diving kid organizing an army? Of kids pretending to be babies?

I got to hold 2 large trash bags full of angry bees.

#the bee bag story is actually really funny #the pool had a whole bee problem #one kid made up a game where he’d kick a trash can #(which was full of bees)#and then see if he could get back to the water before he got stung #one guard went to deal with them #but we didn’t have any anti-bee gear #so he made his own bee-fighting suit #this included:#a gas mask #swim goggles #a towel thrown over his head like he was pretending to be his mom on tiktok #and a large pump-spray-can thing of bleach

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shutth3puckup · 1 year

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Same anon from that ask. To be fair with you, I dont know if Sienna and Olivia meet through them. I will tell what I do know from following them both. Olivia followed Sienna first around june last year but Sienna gave her a follow back pretty quick. Olivia and Quinn were already following each other (started in 2021) so I dont think Sienna was the one who introduced Olivia and Quinn cause they were already following each other and liking each other posts before Sienna started dating Jack. Olivia also used to follow another hockey player prior to following Quinn who also happens to be Quinn's friend 😂 Brendan Brisson who also followed her back and used to like a lot of her pictures but they dont followed each other anymore. I think Sienna and Olivia had mutual friends and know each other through them, like Mackenzie Mcdonald, cause I remember Sienna reposting a storie from one of her friends around new years, a big group having dinner and you can see Olivia there.

ohh interesting, thanks for the timeline!

#o. bonn #hockey gossip #q. hughes #j. hughes

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justherebecausemackenzieboyd · 9 months

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The drive home from Hell

-Robron fanfic

Summary: after a chaotic day at the water park the drive home proves to be a challenge for Aaron and his passengers aren’t exactly helping

(Au emmerdale)

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“I want McDonald’s” the red headed 5 year old screamed from the back of the car.

Aaron was losing the plot at this point.

“No seb I told you if you where hungry you should have eaten your hotdog!” The Dingle replied plainly.

Seb pouted his lip angrily kicking the back of his youngest dads seat in disapproval.

Aaron sighs ignoring him and continued to just focus on driving. Okay so maybe today hadn’t exactly gone to plan. I mean Getting lost on the way there,Robert falling off the water slide raft,Seb losing his shoes and Mackenzie getting badly sunburned because, He quote ‘didn’t need suncream because he already looked to hot to be burned’. Well he was certainly paying for it now.

“Ouch why do you have leather seats all they do is rub on your fragile skin!” The brunette complained rubbing his sore arm dramatically.

“We’ll next time maybe don’t be a child and listen to me!” Robert scolded Turing around with a slight smile on his face.

Aaron rolled his eyes,finding it amusing his Husband was lecturing his best friend like he was a teenager. “You know Mackenzie Roberts right we warned you this might happen” He said rather to cheerfully.

Mackenzie huffed in annoyance.

“We’ll I’m not taking advice from somebody who can’t sit properly on a rubber ring” He snapped back.

“I thought you where supposed to sit sideways!” Robert argued back angrily the street lamps outside making the bruise on his head very noticeable.

“Not on a four person waterslide you’re not!”

“Oh yeah well at least I don’t look like a walking corpse!” Robert snarked back electing a silent response from the Scotsman.

“I want McDonald’s!” Seb suddenly said again trying to get back to his point of needing fast food.

“No seb!” Aaron said again more sternly this time. The response being the usual another kick to his backseat. “Sebastian Sugden-Dingle you do that again you’re going to bed early!” the Child stopped for a moment letting what his father had said just sink in.

Yeah not going to work because he had gone straight back to kicking the backseat. “ I want McDonald’s!” he screamed again accidentally kicking Mackenzies knee instead of Aaron’s seat. The Scotsman yelped in pain as it made contact with his burned skin,despite having jeans on it still hurt his raw skin through the thin fabric.

“Ouch god dammit Aaron just let him have some McDonald’s!” He shouted clutching his leg desperately as if it was about to fall off.

“Oye don’t yell at my husband!” Robert snapped reaching from the passenger seat to snack his arm,electing another dramatic scream from the Scotsman.

“What the hell sugden!” he yelled.

“Well maybe don’t be a rude Winey brat!”

Aaron was ready to drive into a wall.

“We’ll I’d rather be a winey brat than an uncoordinated blonde!”

Am I dead Aaron thought.

“We’ll at least my skin isn’t half on the floor!”

Maybe I’m in hell?

“I want McDonald’s!”

the breaks on the car suddenly slammed. Causing everyone to jolt forward.Aaron turned his head to face all of them. Their was a chill in the air Robert and Mackenzie awkwardly looked at each other. Seb had stopped his screaming and stared straight into his youngest fathers eyes. The anger seething out of Aaron was very uncomfortable for all them.

“If I continued to hear you two bickering so help me. I will throw you so far out that window their won’t be a planet near enough for your to land on! Seb if you continue to kick my seat I will be putting you to bed so early you’ll never see the dark again! now we’re going to drive home nicely and I don’t want to hear anything for the rest of the drive home! do you understand?”

Seb went silent and Mackenzie and Robert just sat completely still.

“I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”

they all nodded not daring to speak a word.

Aaron smiled .“good now that’s cleared up let’s get moving.” He chimed Turing the radio on.

An hour later seb had started playing on his tablet while Mackenzie sat looking out the window, and Robert was happily listening to the radio. He reached out to hold his husbands hand smiling at him as he quietly fell asleep.

Finally Aaron thought I got through to them.

“Hey Aaron?” Mackenzie suddenly spoke.

“Yeah?” He replied quietly.

“could we go to burgerking?”

Nevermind…

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I wrote this in December and forgot about it and decided to post it after finding it in my drafts

#aaron dingle #robert sugden #robron #mackenzie boyd #Sebastian white #emmerdale fanfics #fanfics #fanfiction

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