#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]

✍️ 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

[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

[pcsfoodtrucks]

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.

#The abandoned house stories untold walkthrough how to

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

#The abandoned house stories untold walkthrough

[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]

Hi Merc, could I please request ❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜ for Edie and Hoos? (Or another pairing of your choosing!) <3

It was a little late to be asking questions.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Edie asked, her hands wrapped tightly around the cast iron of the fire escape ladder. It was nearly midnight on the university campus, without a moon to be seen, and they were climbing the outside of the science building in pursuit of the perfect blend of silence, darkness, and the waiting sky.

"No, I'm sure it's a terrible idea," Hoosier hissed, coming up the ladder behind her, "but when's that stopped you? Now pipe down or someone's gonna hear us."

Edie did as she was told and continued climbing, disappearing over the ledge as she reached the top. Hoosier paused and tried to catch his breath. It was a long time since anyone had made him climb a net, and if he stood still too long he could hear things he didn't want to hear, gunfire on beaches and waves on the side of an LCVP and the low, threatening hum of an engine. He closed his eyes in the dark and took another deep breath, feeling the cold of the iron under his hands. "Hoos, where are you?"

He began to climb again, and suddenly there was Edie's hand, pulling him up over the ledge until the two of them collapsed backwards under his weight with a soft sound of surprise. Hoosier brushed a stray hair out of her face, back under her beret, and smiled down at her, fully aware of the weight of his body on hers, the way her chest was rising and falling.

"Now just where did you get the idea that I'm the sweet and law-abiding kind, Miss Lockner? Because I'd like to disabuse you of that idea before we get further along here."

Even in the dark he could see she was grinning. "Couldn't say."

"You're not exactly one for following all the rules either, while we're on the subject."

She bit the side of her lip, just the way she always did when she was fixing to misbehave. "I thought you liked that."

He kissed the corner of her mouth for that."Mmmm, I do. Now, where are those blankets at?"

She pulled her knapsack off her shoulders, undoing the drawstring and wrestling the carefully folded blankets out of the bag. Hoosier took one and spread it on the flat expanse of the roof, his hand smoothing the familiar knap of the army blanket like it was an old friend. "Right, we can sit down here, use the bag as a pillow, and wrap up with the other one, since it's too damn cold out," he decided.

"You didn't just bring me up here to have your wicked way with me, Mr. Smith?" Edie said with another one of her grins, sitting down on the blanket with her legs tucked to one side. She looked pretty as anything, with her hair under that beret and the sweater under her coat hugging every inch and curve of her. And she's yours, Hoosier Smith, or as good as.

"Well, we'll get there when we get there, but no. If I only wanted that I would have stayed inside where it's warmer." Hoos rummaged around in his own bag and pulled out a thermos. "May I interest Madame in a cup of cocoa? The forty-six was a good year."

She laughed, but held out a hand - he handed over the thermos and kept digging for the packet of cookies he'd stashed near the bottom - probably crumbs after that climb, but tasty regardless.

"You think we'll see it?" Edie asked, passing over a cup of cocoa in the dark. Hoosier rubbed his hands together and wrapped them gratefully around the metallic cup, letting her pour herself another and leaning into him.

"The comet?" He tipped his head back and scanned the sky. Above them it was velvet dark, only slightly tipped with stars. They'd escaped most of the street lamps on campus, and the glow of town was far away. Edie had been looking forward to this since her astronomy professor had announced it nearly a month ago, and he'd spent the last week trying to plan everything so she'd get a glimpse. Who needed a party with cheese and crackers and the snooty faculty who said women didn't belong in observatories when you could have a roof to yourselves? "Hope so."

She took a sip of her cocoa."Thanks for doing this with me. I know you didn't have to."

That was true - she could have come alone, and done just as well. But they'd seen meteors, out on their small islands in the Pacific, wild streaks of light that made a man think about how alone in the universe he really was - and how lucky to have friends with him, too. It was better sharing wonder like that. He looked over at her and couldn't help but smile a little. "Who would I be if I didn't?"

#i have written a thing #edie lockner #mercurygraypresents