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roughridingrednecks · 1 year

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Denney

#denney #goatee #tatted up #glasses #tats #redneck #hillbilly

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unlimitedrec · 1 month

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Stream Unlimited Music Podcast 117 by Soundae—featuring music by Jeremy Olander, Denney, Patch Park & more! 🔈

YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiDbTtE5KwU Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/unlimited-music-podcast/id530396355

#Unlimited Music Podcast #Progressive House #Techno #Techno Music #Unlimited Music #DJ #DJ Mix #DJ Set #Live Mix #Soundae #Unlimited Records #Jeremy Olander #Denney #Patch Park

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omanxl1 · 1 year

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Defected Radio Show Hosted by Sam Divine - 10.03.23

Digital Crate Digging Continues as we proceed and continue with this Fabulous Friday edition, y’all should know how we’re living! Showing gratitude, it’s a blessing to be here as we reflect on Flashback Friday episodes now check these celebration modes as we drop this sound plus the good word / elaboration; this is how we’re living! Check us out we’re O-Dog Day Partying in the midst of that…

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#ATrak #CatznDogz #Denney #discofunk #FabulousFriday #FlashbackFriday #housemusic #Joeski #kerrichandler #LouieVega #LowSteppa #MikeDunn #ODogDayParty #poetry #politics #RenatoCohen #RivaStarr

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dopescissorscashwagon · 8 months

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Some of the best light I've seen this year along the rugged Coastline of Olympic National Park.

📸 by Mark Denney Photography

#Mark Denney Photography #Rugged Coastline #Best Light #Olympic National Park #Washington State #Amazing #Beautiful #Nature #Travel #USA #Adventure

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dadsinsuits · 9 months

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Lawerence Denney

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bob-belcher · 2 years

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Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory 1971 | dir. Mel Stuart

#willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka & the chocolate factory #filmedit #movieedit #gene wilder #jack albertson #nora denney #gif #ours #by teri

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rhetthammersmithhorror · 1 year

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The Astrologer | 1976

#The Astrologer #Craig Denney #cult movie #narcissus #narcisissm #watching tv #chillin #television #Hammersmith Horror #Netflix and Chill

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chicinsilk · 3 days

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US Vogue May 1961

Deborah Dixon in a mocha brown dress shawled by a vaporous scarf. By Adele Simpson, in Stern & Stern chiffon. Hattie Carnegie earrings: Frances Denney True Pink lipstick.

Deborah Dixon dans une robe marron moka châlee par un fichu vaporeux. Par Adele Simpson, en mousseline de soie Stern & Stern. Boucles d'oreilles Hattie Carnegie : le rouge à lèvres Frances Denney True Pink.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

#us vogue #may 1961 #fashion 60s #spring/summer #printemps/été #adele simpson #ready to wear #prêt à porter #stern & stern #hattie carnegie #frances denney #deborah dixon #bert stern #vintage vogue #vintage fashion

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saartje77 · 1 year

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Lena became best friends with Bea Denney.

@oshinsims

#ts4 #sims 4 #castellanos legacy #castellanos gen1 #lena castellanos #bea denney

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shortgremlinman · 4 months

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Help she can't swim is so cool. You listen to it for the first time and yr like. Woahggg cool scream-y indie rock band and you listen more and yr like. Woahhh gay undertones.

#this is about the lyrics in bra burning for kicks btw. double entendre i think its called #help she cant swim #help she can't swim #hscs #leesey francis #tom denney #tom baker #lewis baker #rip lewis #tim palmer

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queen-scribbles · 4 months

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how about close and/or tug, for the Wayhaven pair of your choosing (or anyone else you'd like 😉)

*shows up nine months later with Dunkin and fic*

Close fill for Mallory/Adam, post-book 3 (grab your popcorn) ---

Pulling Punches

Mallory had thought she timed it right to be the only one in the training room.

She'd thought wrong.

"Agent," Adam greeted her, only half turning from the dummy he was practicing against.

"Only when I'm on duty," Mallory muttered as she shrugged off her jacket and started to wrap her hands. The annoyance was more at herself for guessing wrong--and the odd leap her heart did seeing him here--than him for the greeting.

"Which is, in a sense, all times," Adam countered, completing his turn toward her and clasping his hands behind his back. "Would you care for a partner, Mallory?"

She crossed her arms at the deliberate pause before he said her name. "For sparring, or did you have something else in mind?"

A muscle in his jaw twitched, the only reaction to her verbal jab. "Sparring, of course. That is why we're both here, is it not?"

"I wouldn't want to keep you, if you were finishing."

"I'm hardly worn out," Adam said, glint of amusement in his eyes. And it was true; however long he'd been at this, there was only a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, faint stains dampening the back of his t-shirt. He wasn't even out of breath. "And I would do what I can to assist you."

She did prefer sparring with an opponent to hitting a punching bag. More fun if she had to strategize and react. And she'd never gotten to hit Bobby after he broke her heart.

Of course, given how their last few training sessions had gone, she wouldn't get to really hit Adam, either. But maybe just trying would be cathartic. Wasn't like she'd hurt him even if she did land a punch.

It annoyed her how much that last point mattered.

"Yeah, alright," Mallory nodded, reaching up to check the hairband around her bun was secure. "Ready?"

"When you are," Adam said, inclining his head.

She sized him up and lunged forward, already swinging. It wasn't surprising when he knocked away both the punch and its follow-up. But he also dodged the sweep at his ankles she'd been trying to distract him from.

"Very good." A genuine smile curved his lips. "So long as you don't overextend yourself, such a combination is a smart choice. Keep your opponent's attention divided."

Something prickled in her chest at him talking like an instructor, detached, when he was--and should be--so much more to her. "Creating weaknesses to exploit?"

She kicked at the back of his knee, pivoted and felt her elbow strike glance off his ribs as he twisted out of the way.

"Or take advantage of exisiting ones." He raised an arm to deflect a punch, swept her feet using the momentum.

Mallory hit the mats, growled as she rolled back to her feet, immediately ducking under a kick. "And that's why you try not to have- any-." She punctuated the words with two more swings. Adam was silent, but Mallory was pretty damn sure it wasn't through any luck or skill of her own that both hits connected with his abdomen. "Trying to avoid getting hurt?"

Like you hurt me. She only just kept from saying it.

"To protect myself and others, yes," Adam said, blocking her next strike easily. "I have a responsibility to the team." He twisted to pin her arm behind her. "I cannot--"

"Show weakness?" Mallory bit out, swiveling in the heartbeat his grip loosened to pull free. She slammed the heel of her hand up into his shoulder joint, hoping to unbalance him.

She didn't. "Have them," Adam corrected.

Mallory snorted and huffed loose tendril of hair out of her face. "Well, that's bull. I know you care about the team, or protecting us wouldn't mean so much." She swung, he dodged. "Are you you trying to tell me Mason and Felix aren't weaknesses, by that metric?" Another swing, deflected this time, and she gave a breathless, sardonic laugh. "Hell, you've been best friends with Nate for three bloody centuries, Adam. D'you really expect me to believe it wouldn't hurt you if something happened to him?!" She kicked at his hip and almost fell when he braced to take it rather than avoid as she'd anticipated.

Adam caught her ankle. "That is not the same," he bit out, tugging on her leg just enough to unbalance her.

She hit the mats with a curse, tasted blood from biting her lip as she sprang back to her feet. "How?"

She knew, and if he said it, God help her, she was going to punch him in the face.

A strange vulnerability flickered in Adam's eyes, chest heaving with a breath. "He is not mortal, Mallory. None of them are."

"And I'm not fragile!!" she spat, launching herself at him again.

He caught the punch, easily keeping her at arms' length as he swiveled. "Yes, you are." The words were steady, implacable, and just a hint pained. "Compared to us, you are."

"And yet I'm still bloody here!" She tugged on the trapped wrist, swung with the other hand when he didn't let go. "Despite the danger, despite the fact you can be the most arrogant, condescending, stubborn--"

"Stubborn?" Adam interjected, giving her a significant look as he caught her other wrist in the same hand as well.

"Guess we're made for each other," Mallory retorted, yanking her hands free. He let her. "Except in that case, you're being stubborn in the wrong direction. I thought fear made us fighters, so why are you giving up so easily?!"

Rather than swing at him, she crowded into his space, breathing hard, as she made the demand. It hung in the air as Adam ran a gaze over her, as a muscle in his jaw twitched when that gaze lingered on her lips before returning to her eyes. As he held her gaze for several long seconds.

"Because I have already lost everything once," he finally said, level, quiet. Hollow. "I would not care do it again."

She swallowed hard, Tu omnia burning bright in her thoughts.

'You are everything'.

But she was not letting it go. He didn't get to break both their hearts and pretend it was the right thing, the noble thing, to do.

"So you're going to lose it to surrendering instead?" Mallory said bluntly, rolling her shoulders as she stepped back to resume sparring.

Adam's jaw tightened. "I am not-"

"You are!" She brought her hands up, fingers curling. "You're giving up even if I haven't!"

He frowned, emotion gleaming in his eyes. "You don't know what it feels like, Mallory, I cannot allow--"

"Don't tell me what to do!!" she yelled, frustration boiling over in a wild punch. "Just b'cause you don't want to fight f--" Another punch.

Adam caught both, one wrist in each hand, grip gentle but unyielding "I have seen the cost of fighting to follow my emotions. I would spare you that." He swept her feet from under her, following down to pin her to the mat, one knee by her hip and a hand still around each wrist. "My parents, my brothers, my sister, my friends, everything." He held her gaze, both breathing hard. "I have borne that for nine hundred years. But if I allow... us and something happened to you..." His gaze wandered her face, unfathomably sad when it met hers once again. "That I could not bear for nine minutes, let alone nine hundred years."

Mallory was silent as the words washed over her, as she caught the spark of pain and fear in his eyes. "I understand what you lost. That it hurts." She pushed herself up on her elbows, wrists still pinned, until mere centimeters separated them. "But I love you, Adam du Mortain. I am not going to stop because you're afraid..." A deep breath, the words shaking as they whisked against his skin. "...and I don't think you will, either."

He stared at her for so long she half-expected him to kiss her. Was more than half tempted to kiss him. But he pushed away, releasing her.

"It is too great a risk," he said softly, fingers tracing through the air a whisper from the edge of her jaw. This is... just for show...

"Have you forgotten how much I like risk?" Mallory challenged with a snort as she pushed to her feet. For once taller than him as he remained sitting cross-legged on the mat. "However much there is, it's worth it to me. I'm in love with you and you can't stop me. Denying that only hurts both of us." She moved to pick up her jacket and take a drink of water, swallowing hard around the lump in her throat. "Just keep that in mind."

And she strode from the room without looking back.

#queens fic #eyes emoji prompts #mallory denney #adam du mortain #mallory/adam #otp: offkilter #MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

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periodically80s · 1 year

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