men jewels


Manly Monday In Tights

Ryan Switzer In All His Glory!

Woof, Baby!


Hump Day Irish Hunk

Two More Days And Counting Down To The Feast Of St. Patrick!

Feast Your Eyes On This Irish Lad!

Truly Dazzling!

Woof, Baby!


The pride of the Topkapi Palace Museum and its most valuable single exhibit is the 86-carat pear-shaped Spoonmaker Diamond, also known as the Kasikci. Surrounded by a double-row of 49 Old Mine cut diamonds and well spotlighted, it hangs in a glass case on the wall of one of the rooms of the Treasury.Its origin is not clear. Like many other historic diamonds, it is difficult to seperate fact from fancy. One of the versions of the findings of a diamond described it as thus:

“In the year 1669, a very poor man found a pretty stone in the rubbish heap of Egrikapi in Istanbul. He bartered it to a spoonmaker for three wooden spoons. The spoonmaker sold the stone to a jeweler for ten silver coins.The jeweler consulted another jeweler who knew immediately that the pretty stone was really a precious diamond. When the second jeweler threatened to disclose the whole matter, the two men quarreled bitterly. Another jeweler heard the story and bought the diamond, giving a purse full of money to each of the angry jewelers. But now the Grand Vizier, Kopruluzade Ahmed Pasha, has heard of the gem. When Sultan Mehmed IV is told of the affair, he orders the stone be brought to the palace, and he takes possession of it. Whether he paid for it is not revealed. And, of course, no one knows what history preceded it being thrown into the garbage heap.”


Hump Day Hijinks!

Has This Man Ever Heard Of Jockstraps?

Sorry, But There Are Times When Modesty Makes A Man Sexier!

So Do Jockstraps, IMHO!!


Women of Stargate


Cowboy Packing Heat

Don’t Think That Romo Packs That Much Heat!

Nice Package, Stud!

Spirit Cold

Part 3

After getting dressed and recuperating from your heart attack, you sat on the couch, armed with a pillow and a frying pan, staring cautiously at the three man spirits in front of you.

So far none of them had said much, other than the dark haired cheeky bastard, and not the grumpy one. The first one that appeared to scare the shit out of you.

Killian? Kailan? Whatever his name was, he was the only one who had spoken.

“You have a very beautiful body by the way. Very voluptuous and curvy. Very tantalizing.” You glared him and whacked him in the head with the frying pan, and after that, he to quieted down.

“Are you here to kill me?” As the blonde moved, you held your pillow in your left hand, and your frying pan in the right.

“Would you put that damn thing down?! My head still hurts.” Your turned your glare towards the young dark haired one and smirked.

“I’ve got skills with a pan.” As you saw movement out of your right eye, you jerked and raised your pan, with more force than you thought, and knocked it against your own head.

“Fuck!” You cursed and dropped the pan and the pillow, and placed both hands against your small, but growing, bump.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” You lowered your hands and sighed, your glare lessening.

“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t hit you again as long as you promise not to comment on my nakedness again. You creep.” As the young cheeky one nodded and agreed, you shifted in your seat, your legs unfurling from underneath you.

“Now, can we start over? My name is Kili and this is my brother Fili. And my uncle is Thorin Oakenshield.” You tilted your head as you looked them all over. You swore you had heard those name before, and possibly had seen those faces, but you were drawing a blank at the moment.

“Fili…” The blonde and the least irritating, at the moment.

“Kili…” The young darked haired one, who was the cheeky bastard and the flirt.

“Thorin…” Honey badger. He was a honey badger. And honey badger don’t give a shit.

As you pictured the similarities between Thorin and a honey badger, you scoffed and laughed to yourself. Thorin, from the moment you saw him, which was only like 15 minutes ago, had done nothing but glare at you.

“And what are you doing here?” You licked your lips, nervously and anxiously. You had never believed in the paranormal, or just hadn’t wanted to, and now you were stuck with 3 ghosts.

“We’re dwarves from Erebor.” Dwarves from Erebor…sounded so familiar to you, but still, drew a blank.

“Dwarves? Like short bearded men who mine jewels and sing ‘Heigh-Ho Heigh Ho! Its off to work we go!’ all day? Those kind of Dwarves?” The look Fili and Kili we’re giving you was one of confusion, while Thorin was straight up glaring at you.

We have beards, yes but we don’t sing while we mine. And not everyone mines. I’m a prince and so is Fili. Thorin is king.” King? Of Erebor? Where in the hell had you heard this before?

It was right on the tip of your tongue. And you were sure you’d heard this before, but where the hell had you heard it?

“Dwarves eh…so that makes Fili…happy. You’re Happy. And Kili is…Dopey? And Thorin obviously is Grumpy. I mean look at the scowl on his face.” As you mumbled and muttered to yourself, the scowl on Thorin’s face only grew.

Dopey? Happy? What are you talking about?” Fili inched closer to you as he spoke, walking slowly as if he could scare you again.

Which he probably could, because he was a spirit. And he was vengeful? Was he vengeful? Weren’t all spirits vengeful? Would they kill you?

What’s your name?” You snapped out of your daze and shrieked, as yet again, Kili appeared in your face with his stupid cheeky grin.

“Stop doing that!” As you placed your hand on his cloth covered chest, you pushed him away from you.

Stop screaming woman.” You turned your eyes to Thorin, Grumpy, and crossed your arms over your chest, just as he did.

“I have a name and I don’t respond to woman.” As his scowl turned into a deep frown, you copied his angry expression.

When he scowled you scowled. When he glared, you glared. You copied him, just to get on his nerves, just as he was getting on yours.

“Woman!” After a few moments of you coping his every facial expression, he finally grew tired and snapped at you.

“It’s Y/N, not woman. You will call me by my name, not by my sex.” You turned your head to the right and smiled cautiously at Fili.

“We don’t actually know why we’re here. The last memories we had, was our deaths.” Obviously they died or they wouldn’t have been here, but just how did they die? Would it be rude to ask?

“You’re not like conventional ghosts. Not that I’ve very actually seen a ghost until now. Well 3 ghosts technically. But most ghosts that I’ve read about, or have seen on tv, have been able to walk through walls. And people. And they’re cold to the touch and they are mostly angry. And you’re not cold, or angry. Well Grumpy is.” You spared a glance at Thorin and stuck out your tongue at his grumpy, yet very sexy face.

Kili already tried to walk through walls. He did it twice, because banging his head on a wall once wasn’t enough.” You bit your lip and laughed into your hand as Kili gave his brother a dirty look.

As you opened your mouth to speak, you heard a knock on your front door followed by your name being called.

You grinned widely as you saw your boyfriend through the window pane of your front door, and jumped off the sectional.

You ignored Fili, Kili and Thorin’s stares and bounded to the door, swinging it open. As you came to see you boyfriends handsome face, you stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi babe.” You pulled him into your home and shut the door behind the pair of you.

As you turned, Thorin, Fili and Kili stood behind you. Thorin had his arms crossed over his chest, as usual, and Fili and Kili looked cautious.

“Y/B/N, I want you to meet some people. Thorin, Fili and Kili.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, motioning with your other hand to the three.

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N? There’s no one here.” Yes there was. You were staring right at them.

“They’re right here..” You motioned again with your hand.

As you looked back at your boyfriend and the blank look on his face, you cursed loudly in your head.

Well fucking shit damn hell fuck. The three spirits in your house, couldn’t be seen by your boyfriend. Which meant that you were probably the only one that could see him.

“This is your One? Look at him! He has no beard! No beads! His hair is short! He must be a eunuch.” Rude. Very rude.

“He is not a eunuch! And a lack of facial hair and long hair is fine. And what the hell is a One?” You could feel your boyfriends eyes on you, narrowing with each passing word you spoke.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on? Are you okay? Who are you talking to?” Damn. You’d have to get used to being able to see and speak to three spirits that no one else could.

“Sorry. I’m just talking to myself. I’m really tired.” As you turned your back on the three dwarf spirits, you smiled at your boyfriend.

“I just wanted to see how you were. When we talked earlier you said you weren’t feeling well.”

What a nice eunuch checking on his voluptuous girlfriend. You deserve better.” You grit your teeth as you tried to focus on what your boyfriend was saying, and what Kili was saying.

“Actually, I’m not feeling well. I’m going to go to bed…”

“Can we join you?” You grit your teeth and clenched your jaw.

“…I’ll call you later. Thanks for checking up on me.” You flashed your boyfriend a pretty smile and all but shoved him out of the house.

When the door was closed and locked, you turned and clenched your hands by your sides.

“You made me sound crazy in front of my boyfriend. Who by the way, is not a eunuch. And for your information, some men don’t like long hair and beards.” The three Dwarves, were clearly not any of those men who chose to have short hair and no beards.

“Beards are a sign that a dwarf is a man.” You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Where’s your beard then, Kili?” As Kili stood there stunned, you walked past him with a proud smirk on his face.

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Killer Mike (of Run the Jewels) is on a roll. He recently took to Facebook to stand in solidarity with women in the music industry who have accused his former publicist Heathcliff Berru of sexual assault. 

It’s not just that he’s standing in solidarity with women that makes this exciting. It’s his encouragement for more men to join him in holding other men accountable for their actions. 

Hell. Yes. 

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