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ginaraemitchell · 8 months

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The Shadow Collector: Natalya & Owen by Bonnie Randall (Shadow Valley Book 1) | Book Review ~ Excerpt ~ $10 Gift Card | #PsychicThriller @GoddessFish @ShadowValleyStories

The Shadow Collector: Natalya & Owen by Bonnie Randall (Shadow Valley Book 1) | Book Review ~ Excerpt ~ $10 Gift Card | #PsychicThriller #Mystery @GoddessFish @ShadowValleyStories "The Shadow Collector: Natalya & Owen" by Bonnie Randall is an enthralling masterpiece that skillfully weaves together elements of mystery, romance, and intrigue. Set against the backdrop of the Okanagan Valley, the author effortlessly connects the lives of the enigmatic Natalya and the mysterious Owen Brophy. The narrative takes readers on an unexpected journey as the characters grapple with their haunted pasts and uncertain futures.

The Shadow Collector: Natalya & Owen by Bonnie Randall (Shadow Valley Book 1) | Book Review ~ Excerpt ~ $10 Gift Card | #PsychicThriller @GoddessFish @ShadowValleyStories A book blog tour from Goddess Fish Promotions. Thank you to the author, publisher, and Marianne & Judy at Goddess Fish for providing me with the information for this tour. Book Details ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpt from The…

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#2023 Book Reviews #Bonnie Randall #Book Blog Tours #book review #Goddess Fish Promotions #Psychic Thriller #Tellwell Talent

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thegrapewizard · 8 months

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BONNIE DOON CIGARE BLANC 2019

New post about this legendary producer. Find your Grape !

BONNIE DOON VINEYARD PRODUCER: BONNY DOON GRAPE: 46% GRENACHE BLANC, 34 VERMENTINO & 20% CLAIRETTE BLANC YEAR: 2019 WINEMAKER / OWNER W: RANDALL GRAHM REGION : SANTA CRUZ , CA DRINKING WINDOW : UPTO 2024 WINE REVIEW Every once in a while you scan the shelves of a major supermarket and think. “I know that they buy large scale producers for the customer base but surely they they can…

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#Bonny Doon #clairette #fabulous white wine blend #find your grape #Fine wine #great value for money #Grenache blanc #investigate further #Randall Grahm #santa cruz wine region #vermentino

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wine-porn · 9 months

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Boring Beyond Belief

This is an odd little wine, and loyal followers know what a huge fan I am of these original bottlings. But this is an weirdly-plain little thing. These wines are never absolute blockbusters, but the kind of calm, reasonably calculated–usually quite funky–charm they present makes me a fan. But here we have something plain and boring. No nose to speak of. Really quite nothing. A little moldy…

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murder-ballad-ballot · 10 months

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murder ballad ballot poll tournament

welcome to the murder ballad ballot!

the playlist with all (or most) of the submitted songs and recordings can be found here.

song propaganda is more than welcome, either in the reblogs or through the askbox

polls for round 3 will be posted once per day, starting on tuesday, july 25th

each poll will stay active for a week

all songs were submitted by followers

full list of matchups under the cut

results

round 1

rain and snow vs pretty polly

greenwood sidey vs jellon graeme

how came that blood vs knoxville girl

poor ellen smith vs long lankin

henry lee vs banks of the ohio

the bonnie banks o' fordie vs tom dooley

the cruel lowland maid vs frankie

down in the willow garden vs polly vaughn

wind and rain vs rolling of the stones

willie's fatal visit vs the twa sisters

omie wise vs lady diamond

child owlet vs the murder ballad

matty groves vs the bramble briar

false sir john vs stagolee

frankie silvers vs little sadie

hiram hubbard vs lord randall

round 2

pretty polly vs jellon graeme

how came that blood vs long lankin

henry lee vs tom dooley

frankie vs down in the willow garden

wind and rain vs the twa sisters

omie wise vs the murder ballad

matty groves vs stagolee

little sadie vs lord randall

round 3

pretty polly vs long lankin

henry lee vs frankie - tie

wind and rain vs omie wise

stagolee vs lord randall

round 4 (semifinals)

henry lee vs long lankin vs frankie

wind and rain vs stagolee

matchups

round 5 (finals)

long lankin vs henry lee; long lankin vs frankie

wind and rain vs stagolee

#murder ballads #folk music #tournament poll

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klonnieshippersclub · 4 months

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Love Awaits

Happy New Year! This is my post for Day 3. Yes, I know it's a bit late and I'm very sorry for that. It's also not set in 1910 but in Marcel's youth. We have a bit of a "found family" coming together in this AU. This is a little longer than usual to make up for the delay.

Randall was her responsibility. It was only a few years ago he was kicked out of their home. Randall was a Bennett and the Bennetts valued family but Randall was a boy and he didn't quite fit. Bonnie took on the responsibility of caring for him and abandoned the only home she knew. He was only a small child, but their bastard father saw Randall as useless. It was early in the year when they had lost their mother from magical overload in defeating a pack of rogue wolves that were terrorizing a nearby town. Grief turned their father cruel. Bonnie and Randall left their small town Louisiana for the city. She was essentially a single mother at just fifteen with a five year old to take care of. It was hard but they made it work.

Years passed and they were happy. All they had was each other but that was enough. Randall even referred to Bonnie as his mother. At the age of 10, Randall found a slightly older boy unconscious by a pond. With his magic, he was able to send a message to his older sister. Luckily, she was not too far away and could provide medical aid to the unnamed boy with the knowledge she had from working as a nurse. Upon waking, the boy introduced himself as Marcel. Despite Marcel's insistence that he could walk home on the other side of the city, Bonnie and Randall brought him to their small home.

Hours passed and the boys lost time playing games (nothing too strenuous in consideration for Marcel's condition). Bonnie was making dinner when a belligerent knocking started at their door. When seeing the vampire snarling at her, Bonnie immediately sent him an aneurysm with her powers. She only stopped at Marcel crying out that this was his father. A vampire daddy was unheard of, but Bonnie believed the boy. With Marcel explaining the situation to his father (he was jumped by a rival to his father), the tension in the room disappeared. Bonnie made the sudden decision to invite the vampire inside if he provided his name. Klaus Mikaelson. From this point on, the families were close and the boys were basically inseparable.

It was a summer morning months later when Marcel dragged his father to the Bennett home. Klaus entered ready to greet Bonnie and Randall ran by with only one shoe to play outside with Marcel. Klaus called out to him, “Randall, get back here. You can't run off without your other shoe.”

The boy ran back inside the house to retrieve the shoe with Marcel following him. “I've been looking for it everywhere,” Randall said. Thanks, Pa.”

Bonnie appeared from the kitchen hearing their exchange with her hands on her hips. She voiced her confusion towards Randall. “Pa? He's not your father.”

“But Marcel said-”

“Shhhh,” interrupted Marcel while glaring at the younger boy.

Klaus raised a brow at his son and asked, “Marcellus, what did you tell him?”

“I only said it would be nice if we were a family.”

Randall continued, “And he said that mothers and fathers belong together.”

“Quiet!”

Bonnie could sense one of their childish arguments brewing. The arguments were never over anything serious but they tended to work out their problems physically and she didn't want them wrestling in the house. The last time they did so, they broke a vase of flowers. “Boys, we aren't together,” the Bennett witch remarked.

Marcel rolled his eyes at Bonnie's denial. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Then why is Pa so nice to you when he's mean to all the other ladies in covens?” Randall wondered aloud.

“He's not your Pa, Randall,” corrected his older sister/maternal figure.

Klaus and Bonnie were close but it wasn’t a relationship. “I respect Bonnie more than the arrogant witches of the city,” the Original justified.

Marcel joined in the questioning, “if you aren't together, why do you two always spend time together?”

Bonnie was surprised by the sudden interrogation and felt a bit defensive. The boys were together like glue. It shouldn't be so shocking that their guardians knew each other well. “We don't spend that much time together alone. You both are always with us.”

Randall was tired of their ridiculous excuses when he knew the truth. “Why did I see Klaus laying in bed with you?” he accused. “You were kissing!”

“Randall, what have I told you about spying?”

Instead of listening to the lecture he knew was coming, Randall took off with both shoes on his feet at lightning speed. He did not want to deal with his sister's wrath at him for violating her privacy. It didn't seem like a big deal to him anyway. He left immediately when he saw their lips touch. Marcel laughed as he went to catch Randall.

Klaus couldn’t help but to observe Bonnie and admire her beauty, even in her anger. “They think we’re in love,” Klaus said with a laugh.

Bonnie sighed, “it sounds silly and imaginative.” As much as her body desired his touch, they couldn't ever be romantically involved.

“We couldn’t ever be in love.” Feelings would complicate things. It would be a mistake for them to create a family together. Mortality would always separate them. As witches, they could never find happiness as vampires. Marcel could choose to turn when he got older, but Klaus could not expect that of Bonnie and Randall. “That’s a boundary that shouldn’t be crossed.”

#bonnie bennett #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #tvd #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #the originals #klonnieweek2023 #Rikki tries writing

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blacksailsgf · 1 year

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🏴‍☠️ black sails FMK battle 🏴‍☠️

hi for the love of god hello! in this black sails bracket battle, we will be selecting which characters we want to FUCK, MARRY, and KILL — in that order

ROUND 1: FUCK – needs no explanation. who do you think would be a better lover?

ROUND 2: MARRY – would who would you want to come home to? will you fight in the name of domesticity for them?

ROUND 3: KILL – you have fucked & married them, so now you get to live through the cycle of tragedy.

ROUND 4: a secret fourth thing, which shall be revealed later

all polls are scheduled to be posted at 12PM EST / 9AM PST

links to the polls, once live, will be under the cut. all posts related will be tagged as #bsfmk poll

FLINT vs. CAPT. NAFT

DUFRENSE vs. JULIUS

JACK RACKHAM vs. WOODES ROGERS

DOOLEY vs. ANNE BONNY

BILLY vs. BEN GUNN

MULDOON vs. THOMAS HAMILTON

EDWARD TEACH vs. MR. DE GROOT

MARK READ vs. MADI

MAX vs. CHARLOTTE

CAPT. HORNIGOLD vs. MR. GATES

PETER ASHE vs. MR. FEATHERSTONE

MRS. HUDSON vs. MIRANDA

CHARLES VANE vs. ISRAEL HANDS

MARION GUTHRIE vs. ELEANOR GUTHRIE

JOJI vs. IDELLE

RANDALL vs. JOHN SILVER

#black sails #bsfmk poll #bea.pdf

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twisting-echo · 4 months

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My Top 25 Crossover Couples (Pt 1)

Honey Lemon x Puss in Boots (HoneyBoots).

Belle x Sulley (Belley/Sullelle)

Randall Boggs x Merida DunBroch (Meridall/DunBoggs/Chase the winds of change)

Mavis Dracula x Scamper (Scavis)

Wasabi x Luisa Madrigal (Luisabi)

Diego x Kate (Katego/Golden Alphas)

Lilly x Fifi (Lilfi/Lifi)

Diamond Destiny Gardner x Theodore Lindsey "Ted" Templeton Jr (Boss Ninja) (I just called them DD and TJ for short.)

Brooklyn x Odette (Brodette/StoneSwan)

Toy Bonnie "Blue" x Bunzo Bunny (Toy Buns/Toy Bonzo)

Anna x Mr. Peabody (Peanna) (Shout out to my moot Serpanade-Toons)

Mr. Herriman x Your Worst Imagination/PPG's Imaginary Friend (Imaginherri) (I just call her immy for short)

Red Hood x Alice Liddell (Reddell/Hoodell/Hack n' Slash Lovers)

Biskit x Slav (Slavskit)

Emperor Kuzco x Snow White (Snowzco/Kuzwhite)

Wakko Warner x Jeanette Miller (Waknette)

Eris x Spring Sprite (Spris/Chaotic Nature)

Little Cato x Morty Smith (Little Morto)

Yumyulack x Allison Taylor (Allyulack)

Maggie Simpson x Pupa (Pugie)

Tanya Mousekewitz x Professor Ratigan (Ratkewitz)

Damian Wayne x (TMNT 2003) Michelangelo (Damiangelo)

Black Hat x Melinda/Emma Fairfax (I'm still working on it)

Beast/Adam x Elsa (Enchanted Heart/Frozen Rose/Cursed Gifts) (Shout out to my buddy @frie-ice)

Marianne x Barley Lightfoot (Marley/Barleyanne)

Template - Top 23 Crossover Couples

🚫 IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THESE SHIPS, PLEASE DON'T COMMENT OR REBLOG 🚫

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bellygunnr · 3 months

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Knight Out on Downtown Dialtown

Knight rider x Dialtown. Good fuckin' luck.

The alley behind Bunny’s burger joint is dingy. The signs plastered everywhere for people to “get their own trash” don’t make it any better. Actually, the gap between brick-and-mortar stores is surprisingly full-up with random filler, but the taped posters and graffiti can’t obscure the rank scent or the squelch of mud and refuse pounded into the cracked pavement. At the very least, it’s well lit, and the only major obstacle doubles as your destination.

A dumpster. A violet, heavily tagged dumpster, which— if the locals were to be believed— also doubled as a rental.

You hesitate, though. You lean back against your car, letting your head tilt back until the back of your helmet rests against the t-top structure. Red text appears in the corner of your visor, bringing a wry smile to your face.

This place is awful, Michael. Surely no one actually lives here?

You’re no good at texting back. “He pays rent and everything, KITT,” you say aloud.

You have to be careful not to activate the external mic. Thank GodPhone-God that Bonnie had deigned to add a toggle. Gave you and KITT some privacy while you both struggled your way through the city, whose populace was… interesting. Definitely jarring. Made you itchy, too. The racing helmet you and KITT chose is heavy and hot, the air cooling unable to keep up all of the time. And, well. You’ve both been running at orange since you rode in.

“Michael,” KITT imposes quietly. “We should find that Mr. Jade. That way, if he isn’t here, we can go to a car wash. Or a decontam chamber.”

Fuck. You unfurl yourself away from KITT’s chassis and stretch until your spine cracks. Your shuffling echoes.

The button to hit the mic takes a few chin waggles to fully depress. You hope the tell-tale clicking doesn’t tip people off anytime soon.

“Is there a Randal Jade here? Oh, that’s loud, KI—”

KITT, did you put on the amplifier, goes unspoken, because you bite your tongue. Your voice still rattles the alley, having been pitched way louder than necessary.

Yes, KITT messages plainly.

The dumpster rattles ominously. Trash goes flying as someone pops out from the top, bandaged, bloodied hands gripping the corrugated metal. KITT quickly identifies the Phonehead as a Nokia 3410 which you know is more for his benefit than yours. It just also happens to be Randal’s.

Why does he have “fuckface” scrawled on his head? KITT sends.

How the hell are you supposed to know? You’re wondering that yourself as you wait for Randal to get situated. He seems to struggle, or maybe your shouting disoriented him. Way to go, Michael.

“Um, hey there,” Randal says, slightly breathless. “I’m— I’m Randal Jade. You should just call me Randy, though. Am I in trouble?”

“No, no, no, Randy. You’re not in trouble!” You hurry to placate him for some reason. “I’m Michael Knight. I’m with the Foundation. Why don’t you, uh, come outside so we can talk?”

Randy puffs himself up slightly. Or as much as he can. He seems to be getting the shakes, propping himself up this long over the edge of the dumpster.

“Why don’t YOU come inside? So we can talk? Since this is my house and all…”

He’s got you there, KITT whispers in your ear.

You don’t honor KITT with a response. You both know that getting into that humble abode is not a fucking option.

“Do you really want me to come inside, Randy?”

Randy sighs and hefts one leg over. He falls to the ground in a heap. The thud isn’t as heavy as it probably should be.

“No, not really,” Randy says, staring up at the sky.

You approach him, offering a hand up. You’re not sure if he makes any sort of eye-contact, but his buttons and dim screen stare into your visor for what seems like an eternity before he accepts the help. The bandages are slimy against your palm. Sweat is visibly running down his neck.

KITT wordlessly provides a visual of Randy’s body and relevant vitals. Diagnosis? Some kind of terrified. He probably thinks you’re a cop.

Randy gets his feet under him, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a pat down or hanging onto his elbows a little too long. You have a feeling if you don’t play your cards right, he’ll crumple into a wet paper ball…

If you think he is riding in my cabin, you are mistaken.

“Thanks… for that,” Randy says.

“Uh, yeah. No problem. Uh. Right. I’m Michael. From the Foundation. Apparently, you may be the only witness to a crime. I need your help.”

Randal stares up at you. He seems to shrink back slightly. You have to step back so his head doesn’t knock against your helmet as he bows it meekly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. “I didn’t see any crimes.”

“That’s the thing! You did! It was just a very plain-sight crime and are you actively bleeding through your bandages?”

You can’t help yourself. You’re too wound up to not notice the spreading red on his hands, even as he tries to hide them. Even KITT is highlighting the issue, which seems to be taking precedence over his distaste in being in this situation.

His hands and arms appear to be covered in bite marks. I cannot identify what from.

“When am I not bleeding through my bandages?” Randy asks, laughing a little. “You know how it is. Work runs out of first aid supplies…Just can’t keep up with PURE, UNFILTERED AVIAN RAGE. And how bad I am at wrangling them…”

He shrinks back in on himself, arms wrapped around his body, hands tucked away. His voice had swelled with momentary bravado that immediately cracked on the vowel and kept breaking all the way down.

You’re glad the helmet hides your expressions. But it also impedes your impulse control. You delicately grab Randy’s wrist and tug him toward not just yourself, but KITT, whose wheels crunch audibly against the pavement.

“Michael,” KITT says warningly.

Randy squawks and tries to bolt. You clamp down on him, and he’s not even heavy enough to pull on you.

“What— who was that?” Randy whispers.

You ignore him.

“KITT, come on. The IFAK’s still in there, right? It doesn’t even have to be inside the car—”

“I didn’t have covert murder on the list of ways I was going to die,” Randy says, “and I’m not sure if it’s better than the swans.”

“Murder? Michael, he thinks you’re going to kill him!”

“I— I’m not! Randy, who would even want to kill you?”

What is GOING ON. You didn’t even mean to say that, but Randy takes it and runs, gesturing with his free hand and mumbling incoherently. In your peripheral, you see KITT start to inch backwards, utilizing his “Silent Mode” for all it’s worth, apparently.

“KITT! Remember what you said about the public transit!” You cry out, marching after him.

“Who’s KITT?” Randy squeaks as he stumbles after you.

You debate asking why KITT even broke cover, considering their circumstances, but you have a feeling you know why. There’s no way you’re getting Randy back to the hotel on foot, after all, but both this alley-way and Randy’s, uh, eau de Desperation, will never get out of the upholstery. It’s never getting out of your clothing, either. So.

KITT makes a retching sound in your ear. New and gross. You don’t know if you should praise him for learning a new trick or scold him for making you sympathy-gag. But as you determinedly drag Randy behind you, KITT rolls to a stop and pops both doors.

“Randy—” You start.

“Kidnapping has to be, a, uh, vertical movement right? In terms of living conditions?” Randy asks.

You don’t say anything. His bandages aren’t even well-applied, really. KITT probably would have told you if he was infected, though.

Not even Devon can get you out of kidnapping and murder charges, KITT messages. It takes all of your willpower not to react.

“I never did agree to come with you,” Randy clarifies. “But we both know I’m not strong enough to get away, so why bother! This might as well happen!”

That… would make it kidnapping. You did plan on taking him to a second location. His injuries just threw you out of sorts. Even more out of sorts than you already were, and KITT’s sheer distaste for the current mission, well. Maybe you should take it from the top.

Very gently, you kneel down, clasping his hand more tightly between your own. Waterfowl, sweat, and fear would presumably be flooding your nostrils if not for the very over-engineered helmet over your head. You drag your thumb across his knuckles.

“Randy. I am serious. You can help us with this case. I just can’t let an injured man bleed out on my watch. Let me help you. So you can help us.”

Randy’s fingers wrap around yours. His free hand scrabbles at the back of his head’s paneling, apparently embarrassed by your display of chivalry. A tiny, aborted beeping sound filters out from within.

“Wow. You— you know what? Okay. Okay. I’ll go with you. If it’ll really help,” Randy says.

For some reason, you get the distinct impression he’s blushing. Maybe because his neck turns a darker pink, now that you can see it from the ground. Your pant legs are ruined, actually. Why did you do this?

Randal’s vitals have heightened. I dare say he’s attracted to you.

“You would know,” you mutter internally.

I heard that. Hurry up. This alleyway is going to ruin me.

To your surprise, Randy helps you back to your feet. The effort makes him visibly wilt and more sweat pours off of him in waves. Delicately, you nudge him over to KITT’s passenger door, which is still ajar.

“This is KITT, by the way. He’s my partner. Are you familiar with the hotel?”

Randy throws you an odd look, or what has to qualify as an odd look with a Nokia for a head. But he pries open the door and peers inside, hesitant. You cross around to the driver’s side and unceremoniously dump yourself in.

KITT’s voicebox is looking more like a face everyday.

“…Which hotel? Um, uhh…”

You decide to give him a minute while you look for the IFAK and manually take KITT out of silent mode. He gives you a low tone of reproach in your helmet, but quiets down as he apparently cottons on to how the low whine of the turbine soothes you.

“Hello, Randal,” KITT says.

Randy chirps.

“Are you— the car?”

“That is close enough for now, yes. You’re in good hands now.”

You throw a suspicious look at KITT’s vocoder, which pulses in time to his voice. He’s speaking lower and smoother than usual, and your skin prickles oddly. First, he blows cover, then he starts flirting? Maybe you’ll let him keep it up. See where it goes.

“Am- am I? Hey, maybe I should just get out and walk… I just realized your interior is REALLY clean and—”

KITT lurches forward with a rip of his engine. You snatch the steering yoke to at least pretend you’re driving before he truly hands you manual control. Sedately, you nose back out onto the streets. Dialtown traffic has wound down somewhat.

“Do not. Worry. About that,” KITT lies, in a tone of voice that says Randy should be worrying about it.

Far more kindly: “Why don’t we begin with your day? We could start with the swans.”

One of KITT’s screens starts showing a black-and-white rendition of a swan. It has a paper shredder for a head.

You should be commended for driving like nothing is wrong. You didn’t see the paper-shredder fowl when you had scoped out the park. Too busy losing it over the condition of the grass at the time (and chasing Little Billy away from KITT; he had… interesting vocabulary).

Randy sinks low into the seat to accommodate his… head. Phone. He trembles visibly, presumably in agony.

“We have time if it’s a long story,” KITT says coaxingly.

“KITT—” You start on the internal mic.

You proposed to him first. I am merely following through.

“And I’ve heard that one before…”

Randy’s hands move and writhe as he stops and starts, clearly trying to pick his way through— whatever got him into his specific mess in the first place. It’s going to be a long drive back to Uptown Dialtown.

#dialtown #knight rider #k.i.t.t.#randy jade #kitt #michael knight #gunny writes #you wish this was a normal fanfiction

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sgiandubh · 7 months

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Sunday sounds: the prisoner's song

Before leaving these trenches for almost three days - courtesy of a very important work meeting on Monday, for which I have to fly home-home -, I am grateful for Roger and Brianna going to that Celtic Festival, back in 1969.

It should keep us covered for a while:

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'And for the last, an old favorite that you’ll know. This song is said to have been sent by a Jacobite prisoner, on his way to London to be hanged, to his wife in the Highlands …”

She spread her hands out flat on top of the pictures, as though to keep anyone from seeing them. An icy shock went through her. Wedding pictures. Snapshots of their wedding day. Of course; they’d been married in Scotland. The Reverend Wakefield wouldn’t have done the ceremony, not being a Catholic priest, but he was one of her father’s oldest friends; the reception must have been held at the manse.

Yes. Peeking through her fingers, she could make out familiar bits of the old house in the background. Then, reluctantly sliding her hand aside, she looked again at her mother’s young face.

Eighteen. Claire had married Frank Randall at eighteen—perhaps that explained it. How could anyone know their mind so young?

“By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,

Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae …”

But Claire had been sure—or she’d thought so. The broad clear brow and delicate mouth admitted of no doubt; the big, luminous eyes were fixed on her new husband with no sign of reservation or misgiving. And yet—

“But me and my true love will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.”

Oblivious of the toes she stepped on, Brianna blundered out of the row and fled, before anyone should see the tears.'

(Diana Gabaldon - Drums of Autumn)

#sunday sounds #Youtube #Scottish

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scotianostra · 2 years

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Happy 42nd Birthday Sam Roland Heughan, born 30th April 1980 in Balmaclellan, Dumfries and Galloway.

Sam got his name from the Lord of the Rings character Samwise Gamgee. his parents were big fans of the Tolkien books. He attended Kells Primary School in New Galloway before the family moved to Edinburgh when he was 12, he went to James Gillespie’s on the edge of the meadows before finishing his school education at the prestigious Rudolph Steiner School.

After leaving School at 18 Sam worked and travelled before returning to Scotland and enrolling in the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama, graduating in 2003.

Sam built a solid career in theatre in both Scotland and England starring in productions of Plague Over England, Macbeth, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Amphibians, and King John. He has also been featured in notable indie films, Emulsion, and Heart Of Lightness but of course it is one particular role that has catapulted him into worldwide stardom, that of Jamie Fraser in Outlander.

For those who don’t know Outlander it follows the story of Claire Randall, a married combat nurse from 1945 who finds herself hurled back in time to the 1740’s in and around the time when The Jacobites and Bonnie Prince Charlie made the final ill fated attempt to put the Stuarts back on the throne. Sam plays Claire’s “love interest” she is forced to marry. Further series are set in the US in the 1770’s, their remains a strong Scottish presence in the cast, and the show is filmed in studios in Cumbernauld. Sam has won a number of awards for the series.

Recenttly Sam has been in a couple of films, in To Olivia he played Hollywood star Paul Newman and in the adaptation of the Andy McNab book, SAS: Red Notice, he played SAS soldier Tom Buckingham. Oor birthdat boy also teamed up with fellow Outlander star Graham McTavish Men in Kilts: A Roadtrip with Sam and Graham. The series follows the pair as they explore their homeland delving into the culture and history of Scotland, in a light-hearted way.

Projects in the pipeline include, Everest, where he plays Aussie mountaineer George Finch, Ewan McGregor plays George Mallory. Suspect is an 8 part detective series, the excellent Irish actor James Nesbit plays the leading role, it’ll be on Channel four in the coming months.

Heughan is very active in several charities, raising awareness as well as donations, by personally participating in marathons, and triathlons, for The Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research Organisation. He is also a patron of the Youth Theatre Arts Scotland. Sam also helped with the restoration of the water wheel at historic Preston Mill in East Lothian.

Sam is one of a number of names being touted to take up the role of James Bond.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #Outlander #happy birhtday #jamie fraser

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ashleybenlove · 2 months

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Sharing the books I read in February.

** Means it's a reread.

The dates are the dates completed.

The Vagina Bible: The Vulva and the Vagina: Separating the Myth from the Medicine by Dr. Jen Gunter – Feb 1

American Revolutions: A Continental History, 1750-1804 by Alan Taylor – Feb 3

What If? 2: Additional Serious Scientific Answers to Absurd Hypothetical Questions by Randall Munroe – Feb 4

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston – Feb 7

Claudia and Mean Janine by Ann M. Martin** – Feb 8

Boy-Crazy Stacey by Ann M. Martin** – Feb 9

Darkness on the Edge of Town by Adam Christopher – Feb 10

The Ghost at Dawn's House by Ann M. Martin** – Feb 11

Logan Likes Mary Anne! by Ann M. Martin** – Feb 13

Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus – Feb 16

A Whole New World: A Twisted Tale by Liz Braswell – Feb 19

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros – Feb 21

Black Girls Must Die Exhausted by Jayne Allen – Feb 21

Why You'll Never Find the One: And Why It Doesn't Matter by Sarah Akinterinwa – Feb 23

Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories by Sandra Cisneros – Feb 24

Honey and Spice by Bolu Babalola – Feb 27

Bummer Summer by Ann M. Martin – Feb 29

Starter Villain by John Scalzi – Feb 29

#ashleybenlove posts #also: in case anybody is like 'Hey Alan Taylor the director wrote books?' different Alan Taylor lol #Just thought I would specify

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brian-in-finance · 1 year

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Gif: @clairelizfraser

S01E15 Wentworth Prison • 16 May 2015 Transcript

Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7

Favourite Word

Dinna be glaikit. The man’s away from his office for a full hour. — Rupert

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Favourite Line

And what the hell is so funny about 21 missing cattle? — Sir Marcus

I know how we can save young Jamie. — Murtagh

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I gave these to Ellen MacKenzie, as a wedding gift. I've thought of them so often around her bonny neck. I wonder if she ever thought of me while wearing them. So, they're yours now. You wear them in good health. — Sir Marcus MacRannoch

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Remember… witch I am. And I curse you. I curse you with knowledge, Jack Randall. I give you the hour of your death. Jonathan Wolverton Randall. Born September 3rd, 1705. Dies... (whispered: April 16th, 1746) — Claire Fraser

15th of 75 • Monday, 17 April 2023

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Outlander #Rewatch 2023 #Countdown To Season 7 #15th of 75 #S01E15 Wentworth Prison #Aired 16 May 2015 #Rewatched 17 April 2023

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wine-porn · 2 years

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Orange is the new Rosé

This is a very interesting wine–and one I don’t dislike, surprisingly. First of all, it is the cleanest, least-natty, or awkwardly-nuanced *orange wine* you’ve ever had. It really just feels like a rosé–and we all know there’s a fine line between the two. Also the make-up tells a tale of “white wine”, “red wine” and a full-fruited final ingredient. How much actual *skin contact* this wine relies…

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#Bonny Doon Vineyard #Central Coast #Grenache #Grenache Blanc #Le cigare Orange #Le cigare wine #Muscat #Orange Wine #Randall Grahm #Rose #Skin contact wine #Stephen McConnell Wine Blog #Steve McConnell Wine Blog #Wine of the earth #wine1percent

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nerice · 10 months

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the big unread shelf readening of 2023

aka elia reads every single bought-but-unread book before being allowed to get into gtn/tlt

a conservation of shadows by yoon ha lee

american originality by louise glück

black leopard, red wolf by marlon james

breaking legacies by zoe reed

chinese folk tales anthology

chokepoint capitalism by rebecca giblin & cory doctorow

devotions: selected poems of mary oliver

divine felines: the cat in japanese art by rhiannon paget

epistemology of the closet by eve kosofsky sedgwick

female masculinity by jack halberstam

heikemonogatari

if not, winter (fragments of sappho)

korean folktales anthology

making sense of japanese by jay rubin

moby dick by herman melville

his dark materials by philip pullman

paradise lost by john milton

queer games avant-garde by bonnie ruberg

representation in steven universe (anthology)

revision by david michael kaplan

routledge handbook of japanese media (anthology)

russian folktales anthology

seven blades in black by sam sykes

sissies and tomboys (anthology)

the bear and the nightingale by kathryn arden (3 books)

the book of disquiet by fernando pessoa

the copyeditor's handbook by amy einsohn

the fifth season by n.k. jemison (3 books)

the grace of kings by ken liu

the promise of happiness by sara ahmed

the invisible library by genevieve cogman (8 books)

the japanese language by haruhiko kindaichi

the locked tomb by tamsyn muir

the queer art of failure by jack halberstam

the queer child by kathryn bond stockton

time is a mother by ocean vuong

turtles all the way down by john green

undoing gender by judith butler

welcome to night vale (the novel)

what if by randall munroe

wonderbook by jeff vandermeer

#a lot of these are thesis era leftovers where i read chapters selectively but im stubborn abt it and will finish em #also not counting book of disquiet as a fully active read bc ive been working my way thru that since 2019 lol #it's what i read whenever i wait for sequels to arrive #anyway if you ever needs recs for queer theory or writing craft im ur guy!! yeet #elia txts #bookblogging #hey a tag! i should do this more often

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