#Lockner

[365daysofmchart]

I was just prompted to remember that Diane once recited a spiiiicy French poem to Will, and nearly 10 years later, I AM STILL NOT OVER IT.

(Look, I know this is a McHart blog, but… 👀)

First Evening (Première Soirée)

Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious tree Beat a branch at the window To see what it could see. Perched on my enormous easy chair, Half nude, she clasped her hands. Her feet trembled on the floor, As soft as they could be. I watched as a ray of pale light, Trapped in the tree outside, Danced from her mouth To her breast, like a fly on a flower. I kissed her delicate ankles. She had a soft, brusque laugh That broke into shining crystals - A pretty little laugh. Her feet ducked under her chemise; "Will you please stop it!…" But I laughed at her cries - I knew she really liked it. Her eye trembled beneath my lips; They closed at my touch. Her head went back; she cried: "Oh, really! That's too much! "My dear, I'm warning you…" I stopped her protest with a kiss And she laughed, low - A laugh that wanted more than this… Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious tree Beat a branch at the window To see what it could see.

#Lockner #Diane Lockhart #The Good Wife #Like why did she choose THIS to demonstrate her French for WILL??! #...I'm also very interested in what brought Diane to memorize this poem!!

[nononsenseladies]

She is such an angst character to write through & I trust u w/ that after reading NLMG latest update🤗

Aw thank you, that means a lot! 😊

Oh yeah Agnes has lot of potential, like I mentioned I'll wait for season two to give us more information on her (hopefully).

I have written something small, but I will focus on TGF/TGW for now, get those stories closer to the end before starting a fic in a whole different fandom.

But you will read an The Gilded Age/ Agnes story of mine, I just can't tell you when exactly 😅

#the gilded age #agnes van rhijn #hbo series #lockner #the good wife #diane lockhart #ao3 fanfic #fanficfion #answer anonym questions

[s-memorando]

15 agosto 2009

Stephan Lochner – Madonna del roseto Dell’infanticida Maria Farrar Maria Farrar, nata in aprile, senza segniparticolari, minorenne, rachitica, orfana,a sentir lei incensurata, stando alla cronaca,ha ucciso un bambino nel modo che segue:afferma che, incinta di due mesi,nella cantina di una donna ha tentatodi abortire con due iniezionidolorose, dice lei, ma senza risultato.Ma voi, di grazia, non…

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#Brecht #Lockner #Madonna

[male-thirst]

Bruno and Clint Lockner | COLT's Locker's Key

#bruno #clint lockner #holesrus

[mercurygray]

Hello! How about

29.— preparation from the one word prompts for Edie, please?

@ktredshoes also asked for Edie and the word 'bitter' - i hope you two don't mind that I decided to combine them!

This was as close as she'd ever get.

It was quiet, up here in the slow-curling light of dawn - outside, Winks and the rest of the crew were checking engines and spark plugs and surveying the rest of their repairs, and she was up in the nose of the plane, the light slowly illuminating the compartment through the plexiglass, sending shadows here and there. And right at the head of the compartment, leading the whole plane - the bombsight, sitting on its mounting like a Sphinx, knobs and dials ready to divine and deliver.

This one had come straight from the workshop this morning - she'd carried it out here herself in its special canvas bag and carefully mounted it into the stabilizers, sitting back to wait for the bombardier who'd be going out with this plane this morning.

The bombardier - who was not her. This was as close as she would ever get to the war.

Never mind that she knew the thing as well as she knew her own hands, never mind that she'd studied and trained on it more hours than anyone would care to count. Someone else would take the sight out this morning and make it do its terrible work, because the Army Air Forces were not in the business of putting women in airplanes. That's what she'd been told, angrily, after she'd handed in the same already-graded copy of the exam all the bomber boys were taking, shown her score to the instructor. Don't we keep hearing there's a shortage of qualified candidates?

"Now, don't you worry about that, Sergeant Lockner," he'd said, sputtering. "We've got plenty of men to take care of those things."

Plenty of men, was it? Plenty of men who'd scored lower than she had on that exam? But the nose of the plane as it sat on the ground in Norfolk was as far as she'd go. Plenty of men who wouldn't be able to do the work she could do inside the sight tuning and fixing and measuring, because she was a girl, and her fingers were finer, and those other things, the coarse-grained war things, could be handled by them.

A truck grumbled by outside, and Edie got off the bombardier's seat and moved to sit on the floor near the instrument panel, listening as the men got out of the truck and began loading into the plane, stubbing out cigarettes and joking about the weather, their kit bags landing with soft thumps into the belly of the plane. "You getting her all set up for me up here, Edie?"

"Locked and loaded for your checks, sir."

James Douglass sat down in his seat and looked over at her with a smile on his face. "Now when are you gonna quit it with the ranks and just call me Doug like everyone else does?"

She rolled her eyes. "When I'm sure you're not gonna make something of it, Lieutenant." Calling me Edie's bad enough, but everyone does that.

Douglass looked disappointed. "Is my reputation really that bad?" he asked. "Hold on - don't answer that. It's already all over your face."

Your reputation for being interested in every girl who'll give you the time of day? That reputation? "Would have thought you'd call that good, where you're sitting."

"Would be if I could get a date out of it," Douglass groused.

"Want me to run the checklist with you, sir?" Edie asked, walking straight past any remarks she wanted to make about how the doctrine of precision bombing worked on women, too, if they didn't think you were just dropping compliments on anything that moved, but it was early, and they had a war to fight, and she needed to be out of the plane before all four of those engines started firing.

"Cutting it a little close," Douglass observed, but made no move to stop her and reached for his checklist.

Of course I am, Edie agreed bitterly, reaching for the master switch, the first item on the list she could recite by heart. Close is all I've got.

#asked and answered #derry-rain #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #masters of the air OC #masters of the air x oc #edie lockner

[annelockner]

Anne Lockner | Muckrack

Anne Lockner graduated with her J.D. from Georgetown University Law Center in 1999. In 2017, she was granted her Cybersecurity and Privacy Law Certificate from the Mitchell Hamline School of Law.

#Anne Lockner #annelockner #Minneapolis

[jordi-gali]

Burnaway editor Logan Lockner speaks with Richmond-based artist Taylor Anton White ahead of the opening of his solo exhibition Free_Hotdog.pdf in New York. https://www.pinterest.es/pin/720013059178083854/

#taylor anton white

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5/5.

Creator: Adam Lockner.

[kingdomjust]

The abandoned house stories untold walkthrough

#The abandoned house stories untold walkthrough how to

“The people are utter brutes, and even if you reached them you couldn’t do anything.” The region’s previous brigade commander, Colonel Pat Donahue, hadn’t thought Nuristan had much strategic value, so conventional forces hadn’t been posted there, and no one had troubled to find out much about the native people, the Nuristanis, a distinct and outlying ethnic group within Afghanistan.

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Nuristan was farther north, a province so mythically untamed that one of the greatest writers of the English language, Rudyard Kipling, had chosen it as the setting for his 1888 novella “The Man Who Would Be King.” One of Kipling’s British adventurers, Daniel Dravot, describes Nuristan as a place where “no one has gone… and they fight, and in any place where they fight a man who knows how to drill men can always be a King.” “You’ll be cut to pieces before you’re fifty miles across the Border,” warns Kipling’s narrator. Helicopters flying in and out of Kunar Province were fired upon at least twice a week, every week, with small arms and/or rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs). troops-Special Forces- had been killed by such insurgents, and since then, the United States had increased its presence there. forces had generally been focusing their efforts on Kunar Province, which had become a haven for Taliban insurgents and foreign fighters sneaking in from Pakistan to oppose the American “infidels.” During one operation in Kunar the previous summer, in 2005, nineteen U.S. The members of the intelligence team led by Lockner didn’t know much about Nuristan, as U.S. More specifically, they would be establishing a camp in Nuristan Province. Soldiers from the 10th Mountain-a light infantry division designed for quick deployment and fighting in harsh conditions-had recently come to this hot corner of Afghanistan and would soon be spreading throughout the region, setting up outposts and bases. Military leaders considered this area, officially designated Regional Command East, the most dangerous part of an increasingly dangerous country. Lockner headed intelligence for Task Force Talon, the Army’s aviation component at Jalalabad Airfield, in Nangarhar Province, adjacent to the Pakistan border. Whittaker stared at his superior officer, Second Lieutenant Ryan Lockner, who was running this briefing for him and Sergeant Aaron Ives. A round-faced twenty-six-year-old, Whittaker had simple tastes-Boise State football, comic books-and a reputation for mulishness belied by his innocent appearance. He was just a low-ranking “specialist” with the Idaho National Guard, a very low man on a very tall totem pole. The 10th Mountain Division of the United States Army wanted to do what? Whittaker had to choose his words carefully. At Jalalabad Airfield, in eastern Afghanistan, a young intelligence analyst named Jacob Whittaker tried with great difficulty to understand exactly what he was hearing. And so rides back to drink again With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.Īnd so when man and horse go down Beneath a saber keen, Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee You stop a bullet clean, And the hostiles come to get your scalp, Just empty your canteen, And put your pistol to your head And go to Fiddlers’ Green. No trooper ever gets to Hell Ere he’s emptied his canteen. Though some go curving down the trail To seek a warmer scene. Accompanied by the Engineers, Artillery and Marines, For none but the shades of Cavalrymen Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green. Marching past, straight through to Hell The Infantry are seen. And this eternal resting place Is known as Fiddlers’ Green. Halfway down the trail to Hell, In a shady meadow green Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped, Near a good old-time canteen. Ultimately, with all of this in mind, I opted to withhold some information-but not a lot. Certainly, however, there are good reasons to avoid descriptions that are too graphic, including, primarily, the desire to shield families of troops who have been wounded or killed from details that may be new and upsetting to them. The media in the United States-taking their cue from the American public-often shy away from such coverage, and that has not served the nation well, to say nothing of the troops or the people in those countries that the U.S. The most difficult choice I faced in writing this book lay in deciding how honest to be about the horrors of war: the injuries, the deaths, all the things that make war so terrifying. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at Thank you for your support of the author’s rights. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Begin Reading Table of Contents Newsletters Copyright Page

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[baranskini]

So I’ve just started watching the Good Wife for the first time - I’m currently mid-season 4 - and I’ve discovered lockner is my shit. You still taking prompts?

Ngl, it’s the “Lockner is my shit” that sealed it for me! 😅😅👏🏻👏🏻 send me prompts! 👏🏻

#lockner #the good wife #Lockner is my shit too #fucking love them #prompts

[silverinia]

Diane Lockhart

Parallels 5x15/16 / 4x01

#diane lockhart #the good wife #the good fight #lockner #mchart #💔

[365daysofmchart]

Can I just... Will and Diane dancing to Sam Cooke. That is all.

#like it fun and joyful but also a little sexy... much like their dynamic #and idk maybe the notes & lyrics & their closeness & energy come together just right and there's some kind of cosmic shift between them #maybe a little drunk #and they just... #anyway... #Lockner #I guess #yes coming back after who knows how long with this as my first post #ha whoops #hi #no worries McHart comin' soon

[nononsenseladies]

are u going to write an angst piece about cb's agnes? she has such a dark plotline to dip into

Hi 😊

Yeah I actually have written something, but it's not really much. Just a beginning for my idea, some dialogue. 😅

I'll actually wait for season two in the hopes of getting some more background information on dear Aunt Agnes. Anyway I played a round with her character a little, but at the moment I'll be focusing on TGW/TGF if I post another story in another fandom, it means just more waiting time for all the stories (including NLMG 😉 which is something I think you don't want)

#the gilded age #agnes van rhijn #hbo series #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #the good wife #lockner #diane lockhart #answer anonym questions

[includeangieinthesequel]

Can someone do me a solid and write a fic where Will finds pictures of Diane from the 70s and has heart eyes cause she was so cute like I need this in my life

#the good wife #tgw #tgf #the good fight #christine baranski #diane lockhart #will gardner #lockner

[witchesmortuary]

Will: Hey Diane, is that a hickey?

Diane: NO! .. it's uh a mosquito bite.

Kurt: *enters room* Hey guys!

Will: Hey mosquito.

#the good wife #incorrect quote #mchart #lockner #diane lockhart #kurt mcveigh #will gardner

[mercurygray]

✍️ tell me about the new girls!

Nat, I will introduce you to a new but also old girl - Edie Lockner. She was originally written for a now-defunct project of a friend's and is being re-assigned here!

For as long as she can remember, Edie Lockner's been looking up. Not necessarily in the optimistic sense, although a person needs some of that, living on a farm in  Illinois with the price of corn being what it is, and the Depression only just clearing up, but up as in towards the stars. She read an article in Scientific American once about stars, and from then on, she was hooked. She'd  give anything to be able to study them - maybe explore them, one day?

But times are hard, and college isn't cheap, especially for doing something as silly as studying the universe. So when she starts seeing advertisements to join the Army - good pay, technical education, see the world! - that's her ticket out. Maybe there won't be stars - but anything's got to be better than here. Because there's not a whole lot of anything going on in McClean County, and unless she thinks of something clever, she's going to be stuck here doing the same thing her mother and grandmother did before her - marrying a farmer, settling down to raise a family, and forgetting any dreams she ever had about making something of herself. 

Edith Lockner - or Edie - is 22 years old, a high school graduate kicking her heels in Stanford, Illinois. As a farmer's daughter, she's an early riser who's used to long days and hard work. She loves to read Scientific American and Popular Mechanics, and has often helped her father fix things around the farm. She's stubborn with technical problems, and life in a small town has kept her friendly, but private. She scraped together money for flying lessons, but she is naturally more on the mechanical side, fixing things. Being on a team with a lot of other girls who think outside the box will be good for her, she thinks.

#meet my originals #edie lockner