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Slanted landscapes II
Not sure where I’m going with this blog but, inspired by Patti Smith’s A Book of Days, I wanted to try and post something every day for a month. I wanted to reflect some of her generosity, her reverence for things, but I also wanted to consider what makes me ‘me’, my influences, my surroundings. So, there will be some random stuff I suspect, which is a bit of a disclaimer, but at least you…
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Learn how fingerposts can improve the appearance of your town
Big city people like to come to communities like yours to escape the hustle and bustle of every day life. It is your job to make them feel welcome. One of the best ways to do that is to give them the impression that they are in a different kind of place. You want to give your small town or community a certain feeling. You want to create an atmosphere of warmth, welcome, friendliness, and helpfulness. If there is some special memorial, phenomenon, or other site that people come to see, then you want to make sure they know how to get to it.
You can accomplish all the above with wooden Fingerposts
. These are lively signs that essentially point visitors to the places that they will most likely want to see in your town. In a larger community, fingerposts can be used to direct drivers to the towns in the area.
If you are in the midst of updating some of the basic infrastructure in your community, then you should seriously consider having wooden fingerposts installed. It may seem like a minor detail, but it matters. The look of these finely crafted sign posts makes an impression. It strikes the eye as distinct and does give off the kind of warmth that you want to project. In many cases, it will put the people who are traveling to your area in a better mood than they were before. You can also have Wooden Lecterns
installed in your town. On them, you can add directions to various places. You can also use such lecterns to mark places and recognize people of historic significance.
It is important to work with vendors who specialize in making such signposts. You want to work with a vendor that has a record of delivering excellent customer service. How these fingerposts are made is significant. If you decide to put money aside in your budget for such a project, then it should be done by the best craftsmen in the business. You should not turn the job over to any old company. The last thing you want is a shoddily made sign post. Not only will it make your town look bad; it will not have the kind of affect you want it to have on people from out of town. In the end, it is best to make the investment and get the people who can craft the most beautiful wooden signposts and lecterns.
The vendor you work with should be able to make a guarantee of quality. Defects, damage, and bad workmanship are unacceptable. Each of the items you take delivery of should come with a solid warranty. If there are problems with the product, then you should be able to exchange it for another one or send it back for a full refund. It is right for you to expect the company you work with to meet the highest standards in the industry. You should get the maximum value for the money that you pay.
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[ASMR] Kid Named Finger Affirms Your Gender
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OFMD Season 2 'missing scene' fic list
A compilation of Ed and Stede fics set during season 2, organized (roughly) by the episode they start in/after
big thank you to every single (brilliant, amazing) author who has ever written an ofmd fic, and also to the AO3 tab I've had open since november filtering for this sort of thing
post-canon fic recs
list under the cut!
2.1 impossible birds
Further Grievances Below- ElapsedSpiral, 5k
Pearls- cochineal, 3k
2.2 red flags
Finally- Fyre, 700
Purgatorio- endofadream, 2k
Pink- saltlick, 1.5k
I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid- ineffableteach, 1.5
2.3 the innkeeper
Somniphobia- YellowMustard, 10k
Drifting- Chocolatepot, 1k
I loved my friend- Dialects_and_Costumes, 1.5k
2.4 fun and games
You Made It Home with Silver String Unbroken- veeagainst, 13k
Seabird- celluloidbroomcloset, 2.5k
Thought We'd Find Salvation (at the bottom of a glass)- Pamplemousse, 6k
Place Names- notfromcold, 1k
I knew a monkey once- Steve Bonnet, 8k
The Right Vibe- Fyre, 3k
Amends- prepare4trouble, 6k
delicate (ed's version)- insidethevoid, 6k
Security- Fyre, 1.5k
Ed gets some TLC after s2e4- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 1k
Ed scared of accepting help- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 1k
Ed worried the crew will want revenge- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 1k
2.5 the curse of the seafaring life
A Gentleman’s Handy- Fyre, 3k
The Kissing Game- veeagainst, 8k
The Green Flash- triedunture, 5k
Whim-Prone- celluloidbroomcloset, 1.5k
Family- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 2.5k
Fingerposts- westernredcedar, 7k
Quiet- Fyre, 1.5k
Sackcloths, Hugs, and a Warm Bath- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 3k
Delicious- BookknobsandBroomsticks, 2k
Stede promising Ed he's cute- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 1k
Ed talks with Lucius- pirate_captains_captain_pirates, 1k
2.6 calypso’s birthday
A Time for Change- aveotardis, 2k
Slow Dancing- gothicginger, 500
*****
Just Fireworks- Living_City, 4k
my sanctuary (you're holy to me)- endofadream, 9k
Press me to your heart- artismysanity, 5.5k
Losing count- bizarrelittlemew, 3k
Like a Virgin- darkshrimpemotions, 1k
To stop you bleeding- Ammy, 5k
Man on Fire- celluloidbroomcloset, 700
How a Fate Can Change- Followsthebees, 10k
More of You- deedeeinfj, 3k
2.7 man on fire
A Slice of Happiness- demolitionwoman, 2k
A Very Simple Man- This_Will_Be_Our_Year, 3k
Bright & early- summerlinenss
2.8 mermen
Tenderly the light- darcylindbergh, 5k
Me and My Boyfriend- CobaltAugust, 1k
in the dark and out of harm- foxtails, 2k
Interlude- ferventrabbit, 2k
*****
Rewards in this life- unfolded73, 5k
As we go hand in hand- artismysanity, 700
I Got Your Letter- Timonger, 700
I know, i know- karawrites, 800
All The Things We Should Have Said- CommunionNimrod, 3k
A moment of silence- philadelea, 1k
Some Things Old, Some Things New- Bornonabeach, 5k
Packing Priorities- quiet_compassion, 1k
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Into The West - Chapter 4
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2
Pairing: Arthur x fOC
Genre: romance, adventure, drama
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"There you are, boy," Nancy gently patted Skydancer's neck, enjoying the soft fur beneath her fingertips, his jet-black coat shimmering in the morning sun. She reached into her satchel and offered him a carrot. "Don't tell Mr. Pearson, but I snatched that from the cooking wagon."
The stallion munched on the carrot, pawing at the grass. He huffed and pressed his nose against her hand.
"I know, you're bored. Tell you what," she leaned in closer and whispered, "So am I."
She cast a glance around toward her own tent. It had been three weeks since she first came into this camp, and by now, she had a feeling for the daily routine among the gang. Her friendship with Tilly had grown a lot; they spent a considerable amount of time together. Whether taking a walk along the shore, having a drink by the fire in the evening, or just playing dominoes. Nancy hadn't played this game before and was eager to learn. She got better day by day.
She looked back at her horse. "Wait here, boy."
She walked over to her tent and prepared the saddle leaning against her cot. Rolling up the sleeves of her blouse, she then lifted the saddle and staggered back to her horse to begin saddling him up.
Some of the men, including Arthur, John, Charles, and Sean, had headed out earlier this morning. Nancy wasn't sure what they were up to, but considering the number of weapons they had taken with them, she suspected they were up to no good. She knew these men were outlaws, and they would kill if necessary—just like she would, just like she did. Arthur had told her he had killed men before, all of them far from innocent. She shrugged out of her thoughts as she heard Tilly calling.
"You aren't leaving, are you?"
"No, I just feel much better, and Dancer needs to burn off some energy. Besides, if I stay in camp the entire time, I might go nuts," she said, mounting her horse. She looked down at Tilly. "Care to join me?"
"I would like to, but I promised Miss Grimshaw to help in camp today. But next time for sure. Just, be careful out there, okay?"
Nancy nodded. Before she could turn Dancer around Tilly spoke up again. "Wait, one more thing. Can't let you go like that." She hurried away and returned with a sawed-off shotgun, a belt holster and some ammo. "Just in case."
"Oh, Tilly." She took it and put the holster around her waist, then took the weapon and ammo. "I doubt I'll need it, but thanks anyway." She pushed the gun into the holster and winked at her. "See you later." She spurred Dancer lightly. The stallion whickered and trotted away from camp and along the forest path until they reached the main road. The sun was shining brightly yet a soft breeze played with her hair. Nancy inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a content sigh.
"Alright, show me what you got. Ha!" She spurred Dancer into a sprint, the horse grunting, the drumbeat of his hooves vibrating in her chest as they raced across the grassy plains. She slowed down a bit as they neared a crossroad, then stopped completely as a stagecoach drove by, heading towards Valentine for sure, as she read the sign on the fingerpost. She looked after the coach, then glanced to the east. She longed to return home, even just for the sake of getting some of her belongings. Yet, she wasn't sure going alone would be such a good idea.
Besides, she told Tilly she'd be back later. Riding to the farm would take many hours. Returning was too risky anyway. Who knew who might still be looking for her in the area? Those three guys she escaped from surely had returned to whoever hired them, and that person knew she was still out there.
She looked back toward the road that would lead to Valentine. Should she go there? She had some money in her pocket. She could buy some goods for the camp. Dutch had told her there would be no need for her to provide anything just yet; that she had gone through a lot lately. Yet, she felt bad for not giving any money or providing any food or other goods. She wanted to show the gang that she appreciated the help and shelter. She turned her horse and spurred him again, heading towards Valentine.
The main road of Valentine was still a bit muddy from the rain the previous night. Faint billows of smoke rose from the ground as the sun warmed it. Dancer trotted slowly along the road. It was already quite busy in town. Nancy stopped in front of the general goods store and tied the horse to the pole in front of it.
No one seemed to pay much attention to her. Sure, why would they? The last time she was in Valentine was when she had been 16. Soon after, her mother had succumbed to an inflammation of the lungs. That was seven years ago now.
A little bell jingled as she opened the door to the store. The owner looked up from the newspaper and straightened.
"Mornin', Miss. How can I help ya?"
She cast a look around the shelves. "Thanks, but I'll just get my bearings."
The store owner nodded with a grunt and stuck his nose back into the papers. Meanwhile, Nancy pulled out a canvas pouch from her satchel and started filling it with some canned fruits and vegetables: corn, peaches, cherries, and beans. Then she took some ground coffee and whiskey. She wasn't keen on both drinks, but she knew coffee was valuable in the camp; most of the others liked it. Plus, the whiskey she found happened to be Arthur's favorite. She was sure giving him a bottle of his favorite drink would put a smile on his face. He should smile more often, she thought. She added crackers, canned salmon, meat, and a couple of bags of sweets into the pouch, then headed to the counter.
The owner wrote down the prices for the items. While he did so, she cast a glance at the newspaper. She furrowed her brow lightly as she saw one of the headlines. A shiver took hold of her as the headline jumped at her like a rabid dog in a dark alley.
"The Grapevine Murder: Assassination or Family Tragedy?"
Her heart skipped a beat. What was that supposed to mean? She longed to read the article but was interrupted as the store owner pushed the bill toward her. Her fingers felt clammy all of a sudden as she fumbled with the money. Handing the bills to the man, she then packed the goods back into the pouch. Without saying goodbye, she hurried out of the store, took Dancer by the reins, and led him down the road toward the newspaper boy. She had to know what the authorities were thinking about what happened at her home. Why would the paper call it a possible family tragedy?
She paid the paperboy and took one of the papers, then sat down on a crate nearby. She flipped through until she found the article. Her eyes drifted slowly over the written words, reading it with a cold claw squeezing her heart with each word. That couldn't be right. Why would they think...?
Nancy looked up and tossed the paper aside with a frustrated groan. "Come, boy." She led Dancer back to the road, running some more errands—buying fresh meat at the butcher, gathering some medicine—until she finally reached the post office. Normally, her father had gone to Valentine once a week to collect possible letters and other mail. Given the recent events, she could not just walk up to the post office and ask for her father's mail. That would only mean trouble.
'What happened at the Grapevine farm? Why did Russel Cohen have to die? There is just one person who could give answers to these questions. Nancy Cohen, the daughter of the late businessman, has gone missing. Did something happen to her as well? Or isn't she as innocent as one might think? You see, many questions still need answers. If you want to help solve the horrible crime, report any sightings of the Cohen girl to the authorities.'
The words of the news article still haunted her mind. How could anyone think she could have had anything to do with her father's death? Would whoever did it really go as far as blaming her for murdering her own father? That was when she spotted it, hanging at a pole near the post office: a poster with the iconic "WANTED" printed on it. She quickly stepped toward it, staring at a picture of herself—a quite recent one. She cast a glance up and down the road, then ripped the poster off and stuffed it into her satchel. She knew whoever was behind her father's death was trying to pin it on her. Those men who had ransacked the house must've taken a picture from her room. This was the plan all along: getting rid of her father for whatever reason, then making it look like she was the culprit. And with the second corpse, it surely did look a lot like it. The news article had even said so.
'Alongside Mr. Cohen, the officials found another dead body in the kitchen. The poor man was killed in cold blood with a knife to his neck. What made Nancy Cohen snap?'
She narrowed her eyes, then mounted her horse. She couldn't stay in town any longer. She had no idea how many posters had been put up, and she had no intention of finding out. If they discovered it was her on the poster, the sheriff would put her in jail until proven innocent. And by God, she couldn't prove it at all.
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It was late at night as Arthur rode back to camp after he robbed a train with the help of John, Charles, and Sean. He hadn't been so sure they could pull it off just the four of them, but they did indeed. They had split up to cause a diversion, not making it too easy for anyone to catch up to them.
The moon was shining, faintly lighting the road ahead. Bounty, his mare, slowly galloped along the road. It was still a rather long ride. He wouldn't reach camp for another hour or two. Feeling weary, his eyes drifted shut for a few seconds. With a groan, he slowed down to a halt beneath a big tree a few feet off the road. He just needed a quick nap.
Once he had tied his horse securely to the tree and stuffed the valuables into a secret pocket in his coat, he sat down, leaning against the trunk. He pulled his hat down a bit over his face and closed his eyes. It didn't take long until he dozed off. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep when he woke again, the feeling of cold iron pressing against his neck lightly. He couldn't see, with his hat still covering his eyes, but he felt he was in trouble.
"What's this? A cowboy caught off his guard?"
It took him a second to realize who that playful voice belonged to. He relaxed, pushing his hat back. He chuckled lightly as he saw it was indeed Nancy. She laughed and pulled the shotgun away, lifting it to her mouth and blew imaginary smoke from the barrel.
"Gotcha good there, didn't I?" she said and put the gun into her holster.
"You're lucky I'm not a 'shoot first, ask questions later' kinda guy," he said, amused, and shifted a little to sit up straight. "Besides, what are you doing out here alone at night?"
She sat down, cross-legged, her hands folded. She looked at him. "I was in Valentine today. Just getting some goods. Food, medicine and so on."
"And you're still out at night because…?"
She shrugged. "I needed time for myself. To think things through. Oh!" She pulled a pouch over and reached inside. "I got this for you."
He tilted his head, blinking in surprise as she revealed a bottle of his favorite whiskey. "Nancy, you didn't have to. That was expensive."
"You seem to forget I'm not a girl from the streets," she said, amused, and pushed the bottle against his chest. He reached up and took it from her. "I can afford things."
He looked down at the bottle, then back at her. "Thanks, Nancy."
"You're welcome. You've done a lot for me. I thought it's time to do something nice for you. And unless you decide to get shot and make me care for you, getting your favorite whiskey was all I could think of doing."
He put the bottle aside and placed his hat down too. "Will you tell me now what happened?"
"What do you mean?" She looked down at her hands.
"Something's bothering you, I can tell."
She sighed and reached into her satchel, pulling out the poster. She handed it to him. Arthur took it and stared down at it, speechless for a moment. Then he looked back at her.
"Where did you get this?"
"Outside the Valentine post office. Not sure, there are probably more in town. I didn't pay attention until I found this one. I've read the newspaper, Arthur. They suspect I murdered my father," she growled. "Whoever did this will pay. I will make sure they do."
A hot tear found its way down her cheek. She hated that he saw her like this. Brushing the tear away and sniffling, she looked at him silently. He crumpled the poster and tossed it into the fire.
"I'll make sure there are no more posters in town. I promise. But for now, you should forget about it. You know what?" He snatched the bottle from the ground and opened it. "Let's drink."
"Sounds good to me." She took the bottle as he offered it to her. She took one swig, coughing from the unaccustomed sharp taste of the drink.
Arthur laughed, taking the bottle again. "Not used to the fine taste of whiskey, huh?" He winked and took a swig too.
"We produced wine, not whiskey, alright?" She pinched his arm and snatched the bottle again, taking a bit more of the drink. The liquid burned in her throat; she scrunched her face a little, exhaling loudly.
"Ha! Huh! Yeah, that will never be my kind of drink." She giggled.
"More for me then." He took one last swig, then put the half empty bottle aside. He leaned back against the tree, looking up at the night sky. She shifted and dropped down onto her back, her head resting on one of her hands.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She pointed at the starlit sky. Arthur looked at her, then up again. She added, "You see that line over there?"
He hummed. "I don't see any lines."
She chuckled and reached for him. "Come here." She tugged at his arm and he followed suit, lowering onto his back next to her. "There…" She took his hand and guided it up, making him trace the line of stars.
"Oh, yeah, that one." He said. For a second he remained silent. "What about it?"
She let go of his hand. "It's called Canis Major."
"Canis who?" He chuckled.
"Canis Major. That's Latin."
"I know Latin. Hola, muchacha." He turned his head and grinned at her.
She laughed. "That's Spanish. I mean Latin, the language the Romans spoke. Canis Major means Greater Dog, because it looks like a dog."
"A stick figure dog maybe."
"Point is," she emphasized, "It looks beautiful."
"That I can agree with."
They lapsed into silence for a while, just lying side by side, looking up at the sky. Just the sound of the crickets singing their song, in the distance a wolf howled and the fire crackled softly. Nancy turned her head toward him, taking in his features.
"Arthur?"
"Mhh?" He looked at her.
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"Distracting me. From everything. It means a lot to me."
He sat up slowly and took his hat from the ground, putting it on again. "I'm glad you think so. We should return to camp now though."
"Right, sure." She got up as well, preparing Dancer. She mounted him as Arthur mounted Bounty. They rode in silence until they reached the camp again. Not many were awake anymore, just a few tents were still lit.
"I better bring the goods over to the cooking station," she said and took the pouch. She made an attempt to unsaddle her horse when Arthur placed his hand on hers. His skin felt warm against hers.
"I'll handle the saddle. You store the goods and go to sleep. It's late."
"Thank you, Arthur," she said, smiling lightly. She turned, but hesitated. "There's something I... I thought about earlier today." She turned back towards him. "Before I rode to Valentine. By the crossroad, I had a moment of... I don't know. I contemplated whether I should ride back home or not."
"Why didn't you?" He shifted from one foot to the other.
"Maybe I was afraid." She shrugged. "Maybe I didn't want to go alone." Her eyes locked with his for a moment. He nodded slowly.
"Sleep it over," he said and started working on the saddle. "If you still want to go in the morning, we'll talk again."
"Thank you."
"Night, Nancy." He looked after her for a moment, then shrugged out of his thoughts and unsaddled Dancer and Bounty. He walked into camp, not feeling as tired anymore. He spotted John and Hosea by the fire and joined them for a while until they retreated to their beds as well. Finally, he crashed on his cot and fell asleep for the remainder of the night.
#arthur morgan#red dead redemption#rdr#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#arthur morgan fic#arthur morgan fanart#arthur morgan fanfiction#red dead redemption fic
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omg hi matea (i'm procrastinating an essay rn) here are my book reccs from this year:
1. As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann. i actually think this is the best book i've ever read but i'd literally never ever recommend it to anybody. its super intense, especially the ending.
2. Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbins. read a bunch of tom robbins books recently but i think this one is my favorite. he's got a very 'did a lot of acid in the 60s and 70s' style of writing that seems to take off without you but once you get into the swing of things these are some of my favorite novels.
3. God's Jury: The Inquisition and the Making of the Modern World by Cullen Murphy. non-fiction look at the paper-trail history of the inquisition and how it has influenced modern politics and surveillance states. really good.
also throwing out there The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell (non-fiction interview style book about the influence + importance of mythology in modern life), and the book i'm currently reading An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears (a 17th century roshoman-style murder mystery novel). <3333
hiii river, doing some of my own procrastination over here too 💪🏼 i love when people describe like movie or a book as "i loved this, but would not recommend it to a living soul", you've already got me hooked! and the others sound interesting as well, have put them all on my tbr! thank you!!! <333
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by Nynewe
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"In my small way, I preserved and cataloged, and dipped into the vast ocean of learning that awaited, knowing all the time that the life of one man was insufficient for even the smallest part of the wonders that lay within. It is cruel that we are granted the desire to know, but denied the time to do so properly. We all die frustrated; it is the greatest lesson we have to learn."
- Iain Pears
An Instance of the Fingerpost
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Tagged by @prolifeisnochoice Thank you 💕
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by @nurabelmax, still my favorite thing of all time ❤️
The last song you listened to: Pilgrim – Messa (obsessively)
Currently reading: The Incident of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears… STILL 😭
Last Movie: The Pale Blue Eye
Craving: a cappuccino and a flaky, buttery croissant
What are you wearing right now? Black pajamas and fluffy socks
How tall are you: 5’7” / 171
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Tattoos: a grinning white rabbit on my left shoulder blade (for the record, Dujour is the name of the girl with the white rabbit tattoo on her left shoulder blade in The Matrix)
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Last drink: green tea
Last show: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (I’m at the end of season 4, it’s fun but it’s giving me nightmares) and The Mayfair Witches (which has some good things but I don’t know, that guy is just not Lasher to me, he looks like a pick-up artist who hangs out in hotel bars. It’s the clothes?)
Last thing you ate: muesli with oat milk
Favorite color: black, midnight blue
Current obsession: PWOTR and also my post-ascension fic which is coming along really well at the moment
Unrelated obsession: Mary Shelley, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, John Polidori and that whole summer of 1816 in Geneva when Frankenstein was written
Any pets: not anymore 😢 I had a pair of fire-bellied toads for a few years 🐸🐸
Do you have a crush on anyone? No one IRL
Favorite fictional character: Of all time? Right at the moment? I don’t know, just listing random ones that come to mind: Woljif, The Nameless One (Planescape Torment), Gandalf
The last place you traveled: Leukerbad, or if this means outside the country, Lyon
I don't know who's been tagged or not! Tagging @three-of-crows, @commander-lariel, @dragonflytehanu, @dmagedgoods but anyone who wants to, please consider yourself tagged!
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Interactive Wayfinding Solution - Outdoor Wayfinding Signs
When it comes to interactive wayfinding solutions in Dubai, Abu Dhabi, one notable company that provides end-to-end solutions is Blue Rhine Industries. They offer a range of digital wayfinding signage solutions, including indoor and outdoor wayfinding signs, interactive kiosks, digital signboards, directories, fingerposts, totems, hanging signs, and ground markings. With their expertise in sign manufacturing, Blue Rhine Industries is known for delivering projects for renowned brands across various industries. Learn more!
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thank you for the tags, @joerooty & @saintsnlancs 🤘🏻
currently reading: An Instance of the Fingerpost - Iain Pears
favourite colour: at the moment it’s probably merlot red/bordeaux
last song: Bulls in the Bronx - PTV (is anyone surprised?)
last movie: The Living End (1992)
sweet/spicy/savoury: It seriously depends, but I’d say sweet. I do fuckin love spicy stuff though.
currently working on: a couple of fics + my film portfolio!
If anyone else wants to take part, feel free x
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THE POWER OF THE DOG - Don Winslow (2005)
It’s been ages since I read I proper crime novel – about 30 years since I’ve gobbled up the detectives of Jef Geeraerts in my very early teens, and about 25 years since I’ve read the historical whodunit An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears, the 19th century police procedural The Alienist by Caleb Carr and The Red Ripper by Peter Conrad, a true crime title about Andrei Chikatilo, a Soviet…
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#2000s#Crime#Don Winslow#Drugs#Mexico#Non-SFF fiction#Politics#Review#The Cartel trilogy#The Power of the Dog#Thriller#USA#War on drugs
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tagged by the incomparable @agentmmayy
favorite color: grey
currently reading: An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears
last series: catching up on Critical Role’s EXU Calamity
last movie in the theater: pfft. Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears back in March 2020
currently working on: unfortunately, laundry
tagging: @meanderings0ul @athenas-heart-of-ink @queen-of-love-and-beauty @waluigisdiscopalace
#tbh I hate going to see movies in the theatre anyway#do you know what seeing dunkirk in theatres is like when you have hearing aids? it's just british people making sad noises and explosions
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Fragments of Folkestone
Fragments of Folkestone... Over the years we have been running our shop, we have happily become custodians of a few Folkestone souvenirs. Some we have passed on to new owners such as vintage posters and commemorative ceramics. Some, which are reminders of Folkestone's rich history of shopkeeping have been kept by us. From our own Old High Street, Rowlands Rock Shop was an institution long before our arrival in the street. When it closed, we could not house the extensive rockmaking equipment, but we were happy to find room for several well used cylindrical tins which were used to store sticks of seaside rock. We also saved a couple of boiled sweet moulds which are beautiful and immensely heavy!
The old Joke Shop further down the street closed and we bought some of these sculptural stacking lighthouse toys.
We are very proud to be the new custodians of an old haberdashery counter, which was used for many years at the Car Spares shop and had belonged to a previous family member. The pinging bell in the cash drawer was what sold it to Karen!
A while ago, when Folkestone council was replacing the signposting in the town, we managed to obtain three fingerposts no longer in service. I was asked if I wanted the whole lamppost, but declined!
Sadly we had no room for any of the wonderful old amusements down at the Rotunda. This was my favourite...
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Wooden Lecterns
waymarkers
DAB Graphics have been producing Interpretation signs, noticeboards, fingerposts and waymarker discs for over 16 years, and are confident we can supply you with the right style, in the right material, at the right price. We offer a range of lecterns, noticeboards and directional waymarker signs to suit all budgets and environments. We'll leave you to explore the site and find what you are looking for, please contact us for prices, ideas and timescales.
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Books 2023
Books read in 2023 so far (not including middle grade books I read with students):
A Curious Beginning by Deanna Raybourn
The Lockwood and Co. Series (books 2-5) by Jonathan Stroud
What Does Everybody Know that I Don’t? by Michele Novotni
The Man Who Died Twice by Richard Osman
An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears
Finally finished By Little and By Little by Dorothy Day
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