#Patsy Trench

[boboprincess]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Diane Von Furstenberg DVF Patsy Dress Trench Coat Convertible Lilac Rain M/L NWT.

[science70]

Patsy Trench, Mike Dorsey, Damien Parker, Phoenix Five (Australia, 1970).

#science fiction #television #Phoenix Five #Patsy Trench #Mike Dorsey #Damien Parker #Australia #1970

[coloursofunison]

Today, I'm welcoming Mrs Morphett's Macaroons by Patsy Trench to the blog.

Today, I'm welcoming @PatsyTrench to the blog and her new book #MrsMorphettsMacaroons Do stop by and check out the extract from the novel. @rararesources #histfic #NewRelease #BlogTour

Today, I’m delighted to share an extract from Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons. Violet & Elizabeth Extract from Chapter 15 of ‘Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons’ Context The scene takes place outside Daly’s Theatre in London’s Leicester Square in 1905* following a performance of the operetta The Merry Widow, which Elizabeth Chester-Bolt and Violet Graham have attended independently. Miss Chester-Bolt is…

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#historical fiction #Mrs Morphett&039;s Macaroons #New Release #Patsy Trench #Rachels Random Resources

[cherylmmbookblog]

#BlogBlitz The Awakening of Claudia Faraday by Patsy Trench

#BlogBlitz The Awakening of Claudia Faraday by Patsy Trench

Yesterday it was my turn on the Blog Blitz The Awakening of Claudia Faraday by Patsy Trench.

About the Author

Patsy Trench lives a quiet and largely respectable life in north London. Claudia’s story shows a side of her normally shy and reserved nature that is little known, even to her friends and acquaintances. Her previous books, about her family’s history in Australia, are…

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#A Roaring Twenties 1 #Blog Blitz #Patsy Trench #Prefab Publications #Rachels Random Resources Tours #The Awakening of Claudia Faraday

[mgmpluto]

Absolutely Fabulous Series 3 Episode 2: Happy New Year --------------------------------------------------

My husband always laughs at this bit so, of course, I had to make a GIF

#abfab #abfab gif #animated gif #GIFcreatedbyMGMpluto #absolutely fabulous #absolutely fabulous gif #in the trenches #Edina Monsoon #Patsy Stone #Jennifer Saunders #Joanna Lumley #Jane Horrocks #June Whitfield #Julia Sawalha #Julia Sawalha gif

[binch-i-might-be]

can anyone explain to me why my brain decided to show me a Scenario when I was half asleep this morning which was basically your run of the mill reincarnation AU but for Thin Ice

like the premise was my normal modern AU but some kind of cosmic event triggered everyone's memories from their past lives all at once and now it's just There. everything.

okay this kind of turned into a ficlet so ✨here✨

Alex is in his late teens when he jerks awake in the middle of the night, gets out of bed, and goes to the living room. he sits down next to his dad who's already there, head in his hands.

"I had a really weird dream," he says, but it doesn't feel right, because he knows that's not what happened. he knows it wasn't a dream, on some level, but his head is swimming with a whole lifetime's worth of memories, of pain and hardship and loss and boundless happiness he had never known before, and he can't put any of it into words. he just doesn't know how.

"Me too," George says quietly, but he can't bear to look at his son, not after what he'd done to him.

that war-

how could he ever have agreed to let him have any part in it? how could he have let his son be hurt, shot and hit and tortured-

he remembers everything. every mistake he made, every decision that had made that war even bloodier, the lives he sacrificed and the ones he spared - far less, so far less - and he remembers the bloodshed, the numbness, the pain and grief and hopeless determination, and he remembers looking at his wife and his children and thinking he had to, for them-

"There was a war," Alex says, staring straight ahead. he remembers the trenches. he torture. his arms itch, and his shoulder twinge, and he knows there's nothing there, but he still scrambles to rub his palms over the smooth skin of his forearms, just to be certain.

George watches from the corner of his eye, and he wants to scream, because he knows why Alex is doing that, he remembers, and so does his son, and that means it's real.

this isn't the stress. this isn't burnout, this isn't some mental thing that has bundled itself into a nightmare for the ages. Alex saw the exact same as he did.

they haven't talked about it, they haven't influenced each other and unwittingly worked this into a shared delusion, it's real. somehow this is real, and he doesn't understand it, but he remembers.

"John," Alex says, and the hot tears gathered on his lashes fall. "I loved him."

and he still does. the very first time he had seen his face in that dream had snapped it all back into place. he loved him, and he loves him, and they built a life together when it shouldn't have been possible, and they were happy, and where is he now?

they'd already met around this time in that last life, why hadn't they met, would they even meet again, was he okay, did he remember, would he look for Alex just as Alex would look for him?

"I know," George says, because he does know that, and something deep within him shatters as he watches his son cry for a man he hadn't even met yet.

well. in this life.

he reaches out, then, struggles past the urge to draw back, to hide in his shame. George doesn't know why Alex had forgiven him in that past life, again and again, for his every failure, and he doesn't understand it, he doesn't deserve it, but he does remember.

he isn't surprised when Alex throws himself into his arms, despite everything.

Alex sobs quietly against his chest, but George can't bring himself to cry. someone like him has no right.

Martha enters the room not long after, clad in a morning robe and rubbing at her forehead.

realisation flashes across her tired features the instant their eyes meet, and she whips back around and hurries down the hallway.

George understands. he remembers their children's pale faces. how they'd lost them. he had checked all of their rooms before he'd sat down himself.

Patsy and Jack look shell shocked, eyes wide and empty, and fuck, Patsy is already older than she had ever been back then-

they sit down together, squeeze themselves onto the one couch, and they don't talk.

Alex immediately pulls his sister into his arms, and Patsy clings back.

George doesn't know what to do now. how to work through this, past this mountain of trauma that had been dropped on their heads, and he doesn't know how he was ever supposed to let his children out of his sight after everything that happened, and he wonders where John is.

a part of him hopes the idiot boy remembers as well, wherever he is, and that he knows he can expect a good clap around the ear for making his son cry again.

he locks eyes with his wife, and somehow he feels like he understands her even better now. well, he does have the memories of an additional twenty-odd years of marriage. that has probably something to do with it.

she smiles at him. it's weak and tired and uncertain, but it's enough.

they would get through this. together, as a family.

#yeah so that's what i sort of dreamed earlier #it went on but this is already so much longer than i meant it to be #john and alex do find each other!! #my subconscious really said 'it's time to suffer' before i was even fully awake huh #uhhh how to i tag this #ficlet #modern au #reincarnation au #alexander hamilton #george washington #martha washington #patsy custis #jacky custis #lams #alex (my sweet boy)

[badmusesarch]

Ghost Rider for the fandom meme

the first character i ever fell in love with:

Johnny

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

I’m gonna go with the extended mythos and say Strange? 

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

none. 

my ultimate favorite character™:

MARY LEBOW is amazing. 

prettiest character:

Satana (she appeared in spirits of vengeance so she totally counts)

my most hated character:

gonna say a character I love but would never want to see happy. Daimon. He’s such a vindictive jeeeeeerk

my OTP:

Johnny Satana and Roxanne OT3 

my NOTP:

Daimon and women. He’s such a sexist prick to them. 

favorite episode:

I liked the last few issues of Ghost Rider V3. Most of my faves were there. Though there are some racist moments, it still holds up pretty well for a book from that time? 

saddest death:

I will forever cry over the whole unnecessary fridging of Roxy, Emma, and Craig. Also they never officially brought them back and I’m mad. 

favorite season:

Heaven’s on fire was very enjoyable. 

least favorite season:

the son of satan books where daimon acts like a total jerk and nobody calls him out on it? Like seriously? 

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

Strange

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Danny ketch is a bunch of raccoons in a trench coat, change my mind. 

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

JOHNNY BLAZE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE STUCK IN HELL WTF STRANGE GET HIM OUT. 

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

Daimon and Patsy. Mostly because of how Daimon treated her throughout their relationship (and after it). Get a grip dude you neglected her, cheated on her, and stalked her. Leave her be. It was till death did you part, and guess what? You both died at some point. 

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

I don’t have any of those lmao. I ship with all my heart or I don’t xD 

#about: mun #bonesandbrimstone

[spidey-babe-parker]

I was tagged by the wonderful @ladywinterwitch ✨

Rules: you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶 hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people, no skipping!

Donna - The Lumineers

Haven’t Had Enough - Marianas Trench

Young Girls - Bruno Mars

StopRewind - NateWantsToBattle

Dreams - Gabrielle Aplin & Bastille

I Fall To Pieces - Patsy Kline

To Love and Back - This Century

Helter Skelter - Dana Fuchs

Ella Mai - Boo’d Up

Forgiveness - Paramore

I Know Him - Jonathan Groff

Little Bribes - Death Cab For Cutie

Bloodlines - Ariana Grande

The End of Love - Florence + the Machine

Fool Myself - The Band Camino

Over Again - One Direction

Controlla- Drake

Even In My Dreams, I Can’t Win - Bad Suns

Let It Go - James Bay

Just Like That - The Aces

I’m not really shocked what came up in this shuffle at all.

I’m tagging all these wonderful humans @hollyxxcxx1996 @geminimoonbeamx @sideeffectsofyou @higher-further-faster-bb @lostxsea @nerdypinupcrystal @jane-777 @theonelittleone @buckyssoul @buckychrist

#tag game

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Knowing Putin: It’s All About Occum’s Razor There are two things you can count on in this whacky 21st-century world. First and foremost, not a day will pass without some genius rocket scientist Putin expert telling us what the Russian president really wants. The other thing you can set your watch to is the relentless fear-mongering about how the Russians will soon invade “X” – you fill in the blank country or region. I’ve done media analysis before on the propagandizing against Vladimir Putin and Russia many times over the last 5 or 6 years. Most recently, in an NEO article entitled “Vladimir Putin Wants You to Do Your Own Thinking – That’s All,” I brought to the forefront the New York Times’ relentless harping on Putin’s alleged intentions. But a July 28th The Daily Signal story proves there are more idiots west of Russia’s borders still willing to believe anybody but Putin knows what Putin wants. Get this lead from Daniel Davis: “Military aggression is no surprise coming from Russia—it’s what Russia’s been doing for generations. But Americans might be surprised to learn the motivations behind that aggression. What’s going through Putin’s mind when he invades Crimea and wages war in eastern Ukraine?” Davis uses this to lead into an interview with Nolan Peterson, The Daily Signal’s alleged foreign correspondent. Before I go too far in describing Peterson, maybe the reader can get the gist from his answer to Daniel Davis’ first question about Russians’ opinions on the Trump-Russia investigation. Peterson comes up with this genius evaluation of Russian opinion: “Well, I think that you know, one thing we should understand about the Russian government is that they fundamentally see their country in a conflict with ours.” No! You don’t say, Nolan. How on Earth could Russian leadership ever see America’s interests conflicting with Russia’s? As if NATO creeping up on Moscow, 50 tons of economic sanctions, constant military drills, and a trillion-dollar media war against Putin was not evidence enough. Read and/or listen to these bobbing heads yourself, I know there’s a chuckle in it for you. My issue is not with political and ideological retardation, but with the fact that almost 3 million people tune in for this nonsense every month. And you thought UFO lizard people and Chupacabra fantasy take the tabloid cake. This Paterson fellow actually believes the conflict in Ukraine is not resolved because the Kyiv junta dug in with trenches outside the Donbass region like the French and British in World War I. Really, I am not kidding. These fools think Russia actually invaded Ukraine and got stopped by Petro Poroshenko’s hapless UKROPS. Sorry, I said I would get off the numbskull Putin experts. Let me say this about most of the “Putin experts” I read from on a daily basis. Nine of ten are either CIA spooks, military jarheads, paid hacks who are the recipients of think tank grants, or people vested in business that depends on conflict with Russia – or some combination thereof. In Peterson’s case, he’s touted as a former Air Force special ops pilot who got a McCormick Foundation fellowship. I’ll say this for the Ukraine embedded adventurer above most other Putin haters – he’s at least got a commendable physical record in triathlons and such. It’s too bad that even stalwart Americans fall into playing the fiddle for the liberal world order – but they do. Looking at the McCormick Foundation, this non-profit sticks out like a sore thumb because of the foundation’s background with the military-industrial network. David L. Grange, a retired United States Army Major General, was the foundation’s president from 2005–2009, a poster boy for the Arab Spring clandestine operations in Libya versus Muammar el-Qaddafi. I’ve no space here for digging into Grange’s ties to Hillary Clinton and his Osprey Global Solutions military contracting business, but we all know American wars equal profit. At the other end of the ludicrous spectrum, right-wing Trump evangelists conjure up notions that somehow Vladimir Putin made puppets out of the Hillary Clinton mob. No, I am not kidding. Read this story at American Greatness (yes there is such a media outlet). “Putin’s Patsies” attempts to appease American redneck Russophobes while at the tame time letting President Donald Trump be the superhero of renewed American vigor. Author Ned Ryan tries to weld the metal of Russia’s president to the flammable pink marshmallows of liberal America. Let me quote for you here: “It’s becoming increasingly clear that the dossier, just as I opined on Fox News back in January of 2018, is a Russian misinformation campaign meant to destabilize the United States and part of a wider effort by Putin to destabilize western democracies.” -Drumroll- To summarize here. Wasn’t it Franciscan friar William of Ockham (Occam’s Razor) who said: “The simplest solution is most likely the right one?” I mean, what if Vladimir Putin was just worrying about the problems of Russia and making geopolitical contingencies for whoever won the U.S. presidential elections of 2016? Given the fact that Trump only really beat Clinton on a technicality, do either of of the numbskull theories presented in my report make sense? Is it more likely that Putin would be lying awake all night long scheming in some 4-way-split comedy right out of a Peter Sellers Pink Panther movie? Or, do you think the smartest politician in the world was just waiting to see America implode all by itself? Sometimes I try to imagine what it’s like to be Vladimir Putin. I get these visions of his right-hand man Dmitry Peskov provoking laughs and looks each morning at an 8 AM briefing. In my Kremlin fantasy moments, I see the dapper salt and pepper mustached Peskov laying the morning reports on Putin’s leather-topped desk as he utters; “Don’t look now sir, they finally figured out what you want.” I’ll leave you to imagine the look on the Russian leader’s face after that. And I bet I am closer to knowing that some think tank bozo in Washington.

[multimetaverse]

Riverdale 3x11 Recap

Finally a good ep!

Always a good thing to focus on the Blossoms. My girl Penelope is living her best life; avenging herself on her enemies, running the Maple club, and successfully blackmailing Betty into keeping quiet 

I loved the campiness of this ep. Cheryl’s lace funeral dress and Veronica’s 1920′s femme fatale outfit were perfect

I liked the running theme of wives avenging themselves on their evil husbands we saw with Penelope and Hermione

For once all the double crosses and twists and gambits were fun

Hermione was stone cold this ep; faking her lovers murder so he could kill off her husband when the man she hired to kill him failed and then killing her patsy herself

The characters on this show are getting quite adept at covering up murders

Nice to see Smithers again. How old is he supposed to be though? Because his talk of trench warfare sounded a lot more like the first world war than anything else

I’m glad the show just quickly ran through the teen alcoholic downward spiral cliches in one ep

Josie and Archie? It could work

What happened to the other pussycats? 

Wise of FP to demand the Sheriff’s office as his price for trying to kill Hiram. Unwise of Hermione to put the coercive power of the city into FP’s hands though. Even if she had framed FP who could she trust to run the dept? It’s not like Manetta could just waltz back in with his head and hands back on

Jughead calling Riverdale both noir town and crime town in one ep was awful writing. As was Jughead narrating that the vultures were circling the lodges and then 10 seconds later Elio tells Veronica the same thing

That flash back to Chic... we know he was back on set at some point. I wonder when he reappears and to what end

I laughed at Archie’s paying customer line as if that counts when he’s a underage teenager drinking in an illegal speakeasy run by other teens

So is Archie just not going to school? 

Mrs. Mulwray was a thing. Are they gonna bring in all of the actors spouses?

So fizzle rocks run off only cause seizures in girls?? Like Penelope I’m not a doctor but that doesn’t sound plausible

Man Hiram’s capos were lame if they just tamely accepted being fired by a teenager

As was probably inevitable, Veronica is now firmly enmeshed in the family business. She’s good at it too

I actually really liked Bughead this ep. And Veggie clicked in this ep for me as well

All it took was being shot (and Varchie breaking up) for Hiram to call for a truce with Archie

I know it won’t last but I’m actually excited to see what happens next

#Riverdale #Riverdale Recaps #Jughead Jones #Bughead #Betty Cooper #Penelope Blossom #Hermione Lodge #Hiram Lodge #FP Jones #Veronica Losge #reggie mantle #Veggie #Archie Andrews

[madeahashofit]

My Kung Fu

One of the benefits of having a kid is the opportunity to read with them: brand new books; stories you have known all your life; stories you wished you had read. It’s a chance for you to grow and learn as a family.

Before reading it together, I had known the broad outlines of the Zen koan, Banzo’s Sword. It’s the story of a young man, desperate to impress his father, finds the sword master Banzo and insist Banzo train him. Banzo agrees. The young man asks how long it will take to become a master. Bazo tells him a lifetime. Too long, the young man says. He tries to bargain with Bazo, offers to be his servant, and with every offer the time to mastery grows. Eventually, the young man realizes that he can’t get to mastery without putting in the work and being patient. I recommend that you read Bazo’s tale here.

This is also the plot to Karate Kid.

***

I fell in love with the X-Files in it’s second or third season, in dark basement in Centreville, Virginia. A friend introduced me to Mulder and Scully and the Consipracy through her brother’s library of VHS recordings off the air. We went our separate ways – college in different states – but I kept up with the X-Files until the end and I have all seasons on DVD – except, strangely, Season 4.

Viewers may remember the The Lone Gunman. Byers, Frohike, and Langly were allies of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, who ran The Lone Gunman, a publication that explored conspiracy theories (i.e., Lee Harvey Oswald was either a patsy or part of a larger conspiracy, the was filmed by Stanley Kubric on a soundstage in Hollywood, Extraterrestrials walked among us. ). They provided what could be charitably described as “operational support” for Mulder and Sculley, including legwork, photography, and hacking/phreaking, in service of the Agent’s search for the truth in the alien invasion conspiracy.

Sometimes they got up to their own shenanigans.

I do prefer the one-off X-File episodes over the Conspiracy, if only because the Conspiracy was bleak. Check out Jose Chung’s “From Outer Space” or Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man.

It Sure Is.

Another, Unusual Suspects is the Mulder/Gunmen origin story. In a scene with a character, “Holly,” who is running from the Cigarette Smoking Man, when she asks him about his hacking skills, Frohike tells her that his “Kung Fu is the Best.” The phrase, a kung fu film trope and well-worn in-group code from the black-trench-coat-and-combat-boot nerds, struck in my brain. I liked it so much at the time that I added it as my signature on my home printed business cards.

I seriously I thought that was sufficient to will myself to success (whatever that means) without having to actually put in any work. I had no patience. Success as a writer would find me.

***

I’ve had a lot of jobs since college and no explicit plan other than to be a kick ass novelist: Sales Associate, early morning chyrons for major market TV, secretary, program coordinator, and secretary. I thought the novel would come by magic and my future set. Eventually I decided to turn the only skill that I spent any time actually working on and turn it into a corporate career. I took a certificate in Technical Writing and through the power of nepotism found a job doing that for a small software company.

And over the last 13 years the job grew far outside that specific title. The knowledge I built up writing about our software products made it natural that I should also do pre- and post- sales. And live trainings. Marketing material. Trade shows. We were part of a much smaller company then and everyone did what they needed to do to move things forward. Honestly, I really liked it. I like having a skill or knowledge people appreciate. Still, nearly everyone who’s ever known me longer than 5 minutes thinks it strange that I’m a damned good capitalist.

I had no explicit plan. I took opportunities as they came (opportunities that are only available to a select few, I remind myself; I’m a stupid lucky human being) and eventually found something I genuinely liked to do.

My kung fu is just okay.

***

That friend popped up on my radar a few years ago. I happened upon an article she wrote about her distrust of Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop. We reconnected on Twitter. Soon, she found global internet fame from her piece on Brigid Hughes, the second editor of the Paris Review, and how she was erased from the history of that publication by that publication and, among others, the New York Times. She advocates for the remembrance and recognition of women in the arts, especially those who have been edited out. She started a quarterly journal and a bookstore, as a single mom, an American living in the UK.

And if you were not paying attention, while her success might seem as the work of magi, she has made a series of explicit choices large and small that move her to her goal. Choices invisible to all but those who care the most. But as she will tell you – and has told others who make the same assumption – she’s put in the hours building her knowledge, skills, and “brand.” She’s put in the work on her kung fu.

***

This is not the same scale. I’m not shining a light on long suppressed, yet fantastic, women authors. I want to build software that makes life just a little bit easier. I don’t want to disrupt life; I want to help smooth out the bumpy trail so we can all get to where we need to be.

I’ve put in 13 years. I’ve got some skills. My kung fu is not the best. Not yet.

I starting my third week of a 15 week Coding Boot Camp at Flatiron. With the support of my family and an okay from my supportive boss, I am taking Vacation/Leave to learn to code, to add that skill to my set of tools. When I finish, I will be armed with the skills to help me be closer to that kung fu mastery that I wanted to advertise on that cheap business card nearly a quarter century ago.

To some, this may seem like a giant, brave (or insane) leap into the unknown. To all those who love me the most, this is the next, small logical step in my pursuit of happiness and some kick-ass moves.

First Published Here http://thisiswhatyougetwhenyoumesswithus.com/2019/05/27/my-kung-fu/

by Robert Pedersen

#cigarette smoking man #coding #flatiron #kick-ass #kung fu #mulder #ruby #scully #x-files

[boboprincess]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Diane Von Furstenberg DVF Patsy Dress Trench Coat Convertible Lilac Rain M/L.

[thepufflehufflekittehreads]

Blog Tour: Mrs Morphett's Macaroons - Patsy Trench Extract.

Blog Tour: Mrs Morphett's Macaroons - Patsy Trench Extract. @rararesources @patsytrench

For the first of two posts today I’m working with Rachel’s Random Resources, to be bringing you a stop on the Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons tour. I am excited to be bringing you an extract for today’s stop. Before we take a look at the extract, and the book itself, let’s find out more about the author. Patsy Trench has spent her life working in the theatre. She was an actress for twenty years in…

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#anedwardianentertainersnovel #blogger #blogtour #book #bookblogger #bookdragon #books #bookwitch #bookworm #mrsmorphettsmacaroons #patsytrench #rachelsrandomresources #rachelsrandomresourcesblogtour

[annarellix]

Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons by Patsy Trench (Modern women: Entertaining Edwardians #2)

My Review (4*) This is the second book in a series about women in different ages, Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons is the second set in the Edwardian age. It’s a light and entertaining story but it’s also an informative read because the author’s theatre experience made the story realistic as she knows what she’s talking about and how hard people work to prepare a debut. The characters are fleshed out, I liked Violet and Robbie and their relationship. They’re a couple of clever characters. There’s plenty of humour in this story and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I read the book in one setting, and it was an excellent way to escape the bleak reality of these days. An entertaining, compelling, and interesting story that I recommend. Many thanks to Patsy Trench, Rachel’s Random Resources for this digital copy, all opinions are mine

Synopsis: London, 1905. A show. A stuttering romance. Two squabbling actresses. Is it Shakespeare? Is it Vaudeville? Not quite. It is Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons, a satirical play about suffragettes which its creators - friends and would-be lovers Robbie Robinson and Violet Graham - are preparing to mount in London’s West End. It is the play rival actresses Merry and Gaye would kill to be in, if only they hadn’t insulted the producer all those years ago. For Robbie and Violet however the road to West End glory is not smooth. There are backers to be appeased, actors to be tamed and a theatre to be found; and in the midst of it all a budding romance that risks being undermined by professional differences. Never mix business with pleasure. Maybe, maybe not.

Purchase Link: https://mybook.to/MrsMorphett

The Author: Patsy Trench has spent her life working in the theatre. She was an actress for twenty years in theatre and television in the UK and Australia. She has written scripts for stage and (TV) screen and co-founded The Children’s Musical Theatre of London, creating original musicals with primary school children. She is the author of three non fiction books about colonial Australia based on her own family history and four novels about women breaking the mould in times past. Mrs Morphett’s Macaroons is book four in her ‘Modern Women: Entertaining Edwardians’ series and is set in the world she knows and loves best. When she is not writing books she teaches theatre part-time and organises theatre trips for overseas students. She lives in London. She has two children and so far one grandson.

Social Media Links: Facebook: PatsyTrenchWriting Twitter: @PatsyTrench Instagram: claudiafaraday1920 Website: https://patsytrench.com

#historical fiction #humour #theatre #Rachel's Random Resources #blogtour

[allofmystudentsrunaway]

Pre-Coda 13x06(sort of)#1

Warnings *angst,panic attack, kissing*

is it me or is every week like a mini hellatus at the moment.? Anyway here is  short ficlet set just after they get back to the bunker tomorrow. enjoy.

@randomizationsposts @winsister91 @tinkdw @destiel4life67 @omgbubblesomg @thedogsled @notalentdouchebag @sumara62

Dean was sat on the edge of his bed, clenching the sheets with his fists and trying to fight down the panic swelling in his chest. The whole drive home to the bunker he had been flooded with relief and thankfulness. Cas had ridden shot-gun and Sam had snoozed in the back. His angel had barely spoken to him just looked at him with a fond smile every few miles, it was more than enough. Dean was fine right up until the moment Cas had hugged Jack. Terror hit him in the stomach as he looked at his family, he felt his whole body stiffen and it was difficult to drag air into his lungs. He must have made some noise because Cas was staring at him, eyes wide with concern. “Dean are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I just need to-ah-I’ll be right back” and now here he was sat in his room in the dark while his heart thundered painfully with the realisation that he could lose them all again. He could lose Cas again, that at some point he would have to go through this again. He could not get enough air in to his chest and he was powerless to stop the tears streaming down his face. He had been resigned to losing everyone, even Sam eventually. He had refused to let him self care about the kid, refused to take responsibility for another life he would not be able to save. The universe had not co-operated though it, had ripped out his heart and then shoved it back in his chest. Dean hugged himself tightly “Please stop” he muttered to himself half praying, half pleading and knowing that no one was listening to him, Dean Winchester the universe’s patsy.

He didn’t bother to knock just opened the door switched on the light and sighed at him. “You’re not alright.”

“No, I’m not Cas,” Dean watched the angel shut the door, he shrugged out of his trench coat and hung it neatly over Dean’s robe on the back of the door. His movements were slow, deliberate, he walked cautiously like he was approaching a wounded animal. Cas slipped off his suit jacket as well laying it on the bed next to Dean. The hunter flinched as Cas squeezed his shoulder, “Cas please I can’t do this anymore,” the bed dipped as Cas sat down next to him. Right next to him, warm solid and alive. Involuntarily Dean leaned into the warmth letting out a shuddering sob as Cas settled an arm round his shoulders.

“Its going to be okay, I’m back now” Dean rested his head on Cas’ shoulder, he could feel his angel’s pulse fluttering under his cheek.

“I can’t lose you again Cas, I can’t do this again,” Cas’ long fingered hands on his cheek lifting his head so their foreheads were touching and he was looking into those eyes he had missed so damn much.

“I can’t say that this won’t ever happen again, but there is no where in the universe that I will not find my way back to you,” There was a savagery in Cas’ voice that he had never heard before. Dean saw a glint of steel in those blue eyes.

“you mean that don’t you?” the pain in his chest lessened.

“Yes” it was barely a word, more of a breath, Cas’ fingers gently brushed an errant hair from Dean’s forehead then stroked around his ear and down his neck ending in a convulsive grip on his shoulder. Dean couldn’t help but stare at his angel, what had he done to deserve this? Cas had ripped apart hell and heaven for him and dragged himself out of god knows where, all for him, all for Dean Winchester. Cas was waiting for a response, there was a hint of desperation in his expression. Dean responded the only way that made any sense, he kissed him. A slow hesitant kiss half expecting to be pushed away, only for Cas to kiss him back with unexpected hunger fingers twisting in Deans hair. They pulled apart after a few seconds, Dean realised he was smiling.

“Where did you learn that,” he managed to stutter.

“The pizza man.”

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[schmueljax]

Congealed masses of fats and acids, . Lurch in silent droves as patsies. . Some escape on occasion, . And roam the heavens. . Where angels tread . and forbid weapons. . . It's rare to see one on the surface, . It's presence signals changing purpose. . Oh harbinger of transformation! . . Assimilate the population. . . (at Trench) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2RuJ77nQQZ/?igshid=2owntk94zrba