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COMING SOON - #Virtualbooktour |A Journey of the Mind by Brenda Benning| Proudly organised by @lovebookstours #BookTour #LBTCrew #Bookreviews #Authorservices #Bookblogtours
COMING SOON - #Virtualbooktour |A Journey of the Mind by Brenda Benning| Proudly organised by @lovebookstours #BookTour #LBTCrew #Bookreviews #Authorservices #Bookblogtours
X Mail Print Facebook Pinterest Print Like Loading… Coming soon from Love Books Tours. Follow our book promotion campaigns on Instagram. Where you can support the authors by liking, sharing and commenting on the posts. A Journey of the Mind by Brenda Benning22nd – 30th AprilGenre: Cozy MysteryPages: 422Publisher: ‎ Fulton Books, Inc. Lovebookstours.com Blurb Sally Jo Hughes has always…
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sapphicsukeve · 4 months
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EastEnders | THE SIX (22/12)
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bonobochick · 7 months
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I enjoyed the pilot for Found, so I've added it to my TV viewing schedule. 😃
New eps on Tuesdays 10p ET/PT and streaming on Peacock.
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andanewday · 6 months
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KELLI WILLIAMS as MARGARET REED in FOUND S01E05 Missing While Undocumented
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diver5ion · 5 months
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windshield91 · 3 months
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A five season plan.
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Full interview here
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odk-2 · 11 months
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Lacey Kelly Mid-Century Modern Interior Color Transparency by Bunny Yeager c.1960's
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slashericons · 1 year
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Black Christmas (2006)
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lovebooksgroup · 1 year
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A Giant's Trek by Nick Stella @NetGalley @kellyalacey #bookblogger #AuthorTwt #booktwt #Sharingiscaring #BookReview
A Giant's Trek by Nick Stella @NetGalley @kellyalacey #bookblogger #AuthorTwt #booktwt #Sharingiscaring #BookReview
A Giant’s Trek by Nick Stella A vividly imagined adventure about courage and following your true path. Ash isn’t the biggest giant living in Haven-Home. He’s not even as big as his twin brother, Oak, who’s on the path to taking over from their father as village chief one day. Unlike the warriors in his family, Ash wants to learn incantation: the magic of wood, stone, water and fire. Now that…
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sapphicsukeve · 4 months
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EastEnders | The Six + Eve Unwin [11.01.24]
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bonobochick · 6 months
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Gabi & Trent making heart eyes and teasing each other during team building night. 😍
Found ep 1x04
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walkofpenance · 1 year
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EastEnders ⇒ 20th February 2023
Christmas 2023
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sotogalmo · 2 months
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Oh yeah! Watching a video explaining bout Lacey games. And so far?? Minus the much more fucked up stuff, I've been thinking of like. What if CC was in her place, yk?
Some words just- sound like stuff CC would say methinks
Or actually I can use Lacey as a base for like. If CC were to survive the bite/bite never happened(if nothing bad ever happened: but if he still got bullied & stuff)
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chantillyxlacey · 1 year
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So I saw this art that Abby Howard posted on twitter: [https://twitter.com/AbbyHoward/status/1601958920255307783] of Reese and Truck, and I entered a fugue state and wrote these little ficlets at work instead of... uhhhh working lmao.
One:
It takes every ounce of strength you possess not to burst out laughing at the tableau you find waiting for you upon entering your apartment.
“If you’re going for a whole ‘seduction’ angle, the cat kind of ruins the effect a little bit,” you say as you shuck off your jacket and drop your keys into the little dish by the door. You even manage to keep the threat of laughter out of your words– well, mostly. It’s an admirable effort, at least.
Reese deflates, but only a little. He makes a sound between a disgruntled grumble and a laugh of his own, quiet but so low that you swear you can feel it resonate through the floor into the soles of your feet.
“I was doing my best to work around it,” he says. “I couldn’t just push him off– I mean look at him.” He gestures at Truck, currently sprawled over his thighs, and scratches delicately behind his ear with the tip of one long claw. Truck blinks at you, looking distinctly smug. You cross the room, shaking your head.
“Yeah, well– I can.” You unceremoniously push Truck to the floor. He sneezes on your foot to protest the indignity, but you ignore him.
You insinuate yourself into the freshly vacated seat in Reese’s lap, draping your arms over his shoulders and leaning close, delighted by the rush of color into his inhuman but comfortably familiar face, and by just how easy it was to turn the tables.
Two:
“You know, neither of us will get to eat tonight if you keep letting him distract you like that.” The admonition is blunted by the poorly disguised amusement in your voice.
From his perch atop Reese’s shoulders, Truck lets out a jubilant and unapologetic caterwaul, which turns vibrato when his stage is jostled under him as Reese laughs. The sound this time is a low, rumbling hiss that makes you think of an alligator.
Your upstairs neighbor, apparently unappreciative of Truck’s aria, pounds on their floor in protest. Reese reaches up and thumps the ceiling once, with enough force to rattle both your kitchen and the one upstairs. Your neighbor doesn’t offer a return volley, and you like to imagine there’s a meek, intimidated quality to their silence.
“Sorry, buddy.” Reese scoops up Truck in one enormous hand and curls his long fingers into a loose cage around the cat. Truck looks a little put out at the loss of his glorious vantage point, but he doesn’t attempt to wriggle free. Apparently, he’s content enough with the fact that Reese is technically still paying attention to him.
Even with one hand occupied Reese deftly finishes dredging and breading the slices of calf’s liver that still need it, passing them to you and the hot pan you’re monitoring on the stove. He’d learned to do a lot of things one-handedly, he told you once, from days when he’d gotten so immersed in his art that it was almost literally impossible to pry the brush or pencil from his grip.
That talent was mostly utilized for Truck-wrangling these days. He’s also told you, his voice soft and sheepish and sweet, that he hasn’t felt that consuming compulsion to exorcize himself onto a page or canvas nearly as often since he’s been here with you.
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You watch your companions surreptitiously over the top of your book, your grin hidden by it. Truck chatters at Reese so purposefully that you can almost imagine he’s saying real words. Reese humors him and murmurs back, too quiet to make out his words any better than the cat’s.
Truck rears up and plants his front paws on Reese’s chest, then lunges forward for an affectionate headbutt the likes of which has nearly given you a black eye in the past. Reese, however, seems wholly unperturbed at being besieged by a ballistic missile of feline friendship.
At the moment, he looks almost exactly the way he did when you first met him. The only clue to his true nature is the way his teeth press outward against his lips, straining against the skin like his jaw is just a little too large and a little too crowded to fit quite right. He almost never dulls his teeth anymore when he isn’t out in public. No– that’s not exactly right, actually. When you first met him he’d been– duller? More faded? He’s still pale as milk and thin as a leather cord, but there’s a lively color in his face now, and his cheeks are no longer hollowed and gaunt.
Truck blinks slowly and deliberately at Reese, and Reese blinks back in the same way. You wonder if he did it consciously or not.
Reese’s eyes are different these days as well. The bags under them are still there– that’s just how his face naturally sits– but they no longer look like bruises. There’s a light in them now too, other than the literal glow that lingers faintly even when he otherwise looks entirely ‘normal’. They have a spark in them–
They’re looking right at you, catching your own and holding fast.
Reese blinks at you, too, and those eyes of his are warm and soft and heavy with so much– so much, just in general, and it’s all aimed at you.
Heat floods your face and you duck back behind your book. You don’t hear his laughter so much as feel it, like infrasound. Lowering the book just enough to stick your tongue out at him, you prod at his bony hip with your big toe.
Truck apparently takes this as a declaration of war and launches himself at your foot, teeth-first.
Reese laughs again– aloud and full-throated this time– at your misfortune and the cartoonish yelp you let out, but he comes to your rescue anyway.
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amanda4love · 1 year
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Eilis: I'd forgotten. Miss Kelly: You'd forgotten? What a thing! That- Eilis: I'd forgotten what this town is like.
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Hornby, Nick, and Colm Tóibín. Brooklyn. Netflix, Mongrel Media, 2015, https://www.netflix.com/browse/m/genre/9889?jbv=80037688. Accessed 20 Jan. 2023.
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ummm-okay · 6 months
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