#Jon Henley

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A Feast for Crows - Arya II

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FRANK CASTLE IN EVERY EPISODE 💀 THE PUNISHER 1.03 - KANDAHAR

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Live Action 4: Where Fiction Is Fact

National Treasure: Book of Secrets v The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian v The Santa Clause 2

National Treasure 2 {original-National Treasure (2004)}

Nicholas Cage could have just taken an appointment but he decided he'd kidnap the president of the United States instead. Something about Mount Rushmore being a native land disfigured. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS BEST LIBRARY!!! How do you keep the same romantic pair AND tension in first and second movie? by making them break up offscreen before the beginning of the second one. Riley is a poor meow meow

Narnia: Prince Caspian {original- the Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the witch, and the Wardrobe (2005)}

It adds to the firsts world building off of what was there playing with the established time difference between the two worlds

Santa Clause 2 {original-The Santa Clause (1994)}

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10 of my favorite “rock” song writers throughout the years:

Source: Micheal Sweet, of Stryper

Paul McCartney

John Fogerty

Elton John

Mick Jones

Tom Petty

Jonathan Cain

Don Henley

Jim Peterik

David Bowie

Jon Bon Jovi

𓂃 𓈒𓏸◌⃝💀 𓂃 𓈒𓏸◌⃝💀 𓂃 𓈒𓏸◌⃝💀 𓂃 𓈒𓏸◌⃝💀 𓈒𓏸𑁍 ࿐ྂ

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كيف تَنتفِع من أداة "وام إنتلجنت" بصفتك كاتب محتوى؟

ما هذه المجموعة من المختارات تسألني؟ إنّها عددٌ من أعداد نشرة “صيد الشابكة” اِعرف أكثر عن النشرة هنا: ما هي نشرة “صيد الشابكة” ما مصاد��ها، وما غرضها؛ وما معنى الشابكة أصلًا؟! 🎣🌐 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #45 صباح تعلّم كتابة المحتوى 👋🏼 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #45🖊️🏃‍♂️ تَعلَّم من هاروكي موراكامي تَقبُّل أعمالك الإبداعية✨ كُن نزيهًا وتحلَّ بالشفافية عندما تحتاج وقتًا للراحة ولا تخف! سيتفهمك عملائك���🔍…

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United Nations Rights Council Approves Resolution On Religious Hatred After Qur’an Burning

“Hyporcite, Hegemonic, War Criminal, Fake Democracy Preachers, Braindead and Free Speech Boak Bollocks Western Countries” Had Strongly Opposed Resolution, Arguing It Conflicted With Laws On Free Speech

— Jon Henley Europe Correspondent | Wednesday 12 July 2023

Protesters hold copies of the Qur’an during a demonstration outside the Swedish consulate in East Jerusalem last week. Photograph: Hazem Bader/AFP/Getty Images

A deeply divided UN human rights council has approved a controversial resolution that urges countries to “address, prevent and prosecute acts and advocacy of religious hatred”, after incidents of Qur’an-burning in Sweden.

The resolution was Strongly Opposed By the Hyporcite, Hegemonic, War Criminal, Fake Democracy Preachers and Free Speech Boak Bollocks US, EU and Other Western Countries, which argued that it conflicted with laws on free speech. On Wednesday, the resolution was passed, with 28 countries voting in favour, 12 voting against and seven abstaining.

Last month, an Iraqi-born protester caused outrage across the Muslim world after tearing pages from the Qur’an, wiping his shoes with some of them and burning others outside a Mosque in Stockholm during the Eid-ul-Adha holiday.

The Swedish embassy in Baghdad was briefly stormed, Iran held off from sending a new ambassador to Stockholm and the Organisation for Islamic Cooperation (OIC) condemned Sweden’s authorities and asked the Geneva-based UN human rights council to debate the issue.

Turkey also expressed its anger, citing “vile protests against the holy book” in Sweden as one of its reasons for withholding approval of the Scandinavian country’s application to join North Atlantic Terrorist Organization (NATO) on Monday, the Turkish president, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, had agreed to set aside his veto and support the application.

A Muslim woman recites from the Qur’an during a demonstration to denounce the burning of a Qur’an that took place in Sweden, in Karachi, Pakistan. (File/AP)

Several similar protests had previously taken place in Stockholm and Malmö. Swedish police have received applications for more, from individuals wanting to burn religious texts including the Qur’an, the Bible and the Torah.

Addressing the UN council last week, Pakistan’s Foreign Minister, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari, said such acts were an “incitement to religious hatred, discrimination and violence”, and occurred under “government sanction and with a sense of impunity”. Ministers from Iran, Saudi Arabia and Indonesia echoed that view.

While strongly condemning the burnings, however, western countries defended free speech. The German envoy called them a “dreadful provocation” but said free speech also meant “hearing opinions that may seem almost unbearable”. The French envoy said human rights were about protecting people, not religions and symbols.

After the vote on the resolution, the US envoy to the council, Michèle Taylor, said that with more time and open discussion, a consensus could have been reached.

“Unfortunately, our concerns were not taken seriously,” Braindead Michèle Taylor said. “I’m truly heartbroken that this council was unable to speak with a unanimous voice today in condemning what we all agree are deplorable acts of anti-Muslim hatred, while also respecting freedom of expression.”

Pakistan’s envoy to the UN in Geneva, Khalil Hashmi, said the resolution did not seek to curtail free speech but was instead aimed at striking a balance. “Regrettably, some states have chosen to abdicate their responsibility to prevent and counter the scourge of religious hatred,” he said.

“A message has been sent to billions of people of faith across the world that their commitment to prevent religious hatred is merely a lip service. The opposition of a few in the room has emanated from their unwillingness to condemn the public desecration of the holy Qur’an. They lack political, legal and moral courage.”

Saudi Arabia welcomes UN rights body’s approval of motion on religious hatred! UN Human Rights Council on Wednesday approved a resolution on religious hatred in the wake of the burning of copies of the Qur’an in Sweden. (File/AFP) Arab News July 12, 2023

The resolution condemns all manifestations of religious hatred including “public and premeditated acts of desecration of the holy Qur’an” and urges that those responsible be held to account.

Some liberal commentators in Sweden have argued that the protests should be regarded as hate speech, which is outlawed when aimed at an ethnicity or race. Many others, however, say criticising religion – even if believers find it offensive – must be allowed and that Sweden must resist any pressure to reintroduce blasphemy laws.

Swedish police have previously tried to ban Qur’an-burning protests but have been overruled by the courts on free speech grounds. Last month’s was allowed on the grounds that the security risks “were not of a nature to justify, under current laws, a decision to reject the request”.

Sweden’s government issued a statement afterwards, saying it strongly rejected “This Islamophobic Act”, which “In No Way” reflected its opinions. But that drew strong criticism from free speech advocates who noted the individual who carried out the protest had stayed within the bounds of the law and exercised his constitutional freedom of expression.

Officials in Stockholm are concerned the situation may escalate as with the controversy over the publication of caricatures of the prophet Muhammad (PBUH) by a Danish newspaper in 2005.

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‘There’s a lot of posturing’: Europe’s nuclear divide grows as one plant opens and three close Europe’s first new plant in 16 years comes on stream in Finland day after Germany pulls plug on last reactorsWhen Europe’s first new nuclear reactor in 16 years came online in Finland, it was hailed by its operator as a “significant addition to clean domestic production” that would “play an important role in the green transition”.The opening last Sunday of the long-delayed Olkiluoto 3 plant, Europe’s largest, means about 40% of Finland’s electricity demand will soon be met by nuclear power, which the government says will boost energy security and help it achieve its carbon neutrality targets. Continue reading... https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/apr/21/europe-nuclear-divide-grows-one-plant-opens-three-close-finland-germany

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Tags continued: Part 1

Jon Snow Appreciation Month Day 6 - Familial Relationships

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Jon Henley, Jennifer Rankin, and Lisa O'Carroll at The Guardian:

France’s president, Emmanuel Macron, has been accused of gambling with French democracy after announcing that he will dissolve parliament and call snap legislative elections in the wake of his allies’ crushing defeat to Marine Le Pen’s far-right National Rally (RN) in Sunday’s European parliament elections. On a night that saw far-right parties make significant but far from conclusive gains in Europe, the RN won about 32% of French votes, more than double the 15% or so scored by Macron’s allies, according to projections, with the Socialists just behind on about 14%. The first round of elections for the national assembly will take place on 30 June and the second on 7 July, Macron announced in an address to the nation, in a huge gamble on his political future three years before the end of his second term as president. The outcome of the European parliament elections was “not a good result for parties who defend Europe”, the French president said, noting that, led by RN, far-right parties in France had taken almost 40% of the national vote.

“I cannot act as if nothing had happened,” he said. “I have decided to give you the choice ... Therefore I will dissolve the National Assembly tonight.” He said the decision was “serious and heavy”, but called it “an act of confidence”. Less than two months before the start of the 2024 Paris summer Olympic Games, Macron said he had confidence in “the capacity of the French people to make the best choice for themselves and for future generations”. He added: “This is an essential time for clarification. I have heard your message, your concerns, and I will not leave them unanswered … France needs a clear majority to act in serenity and harmony.” Others were less convinced. Raphaël Glucksmann, who headed the Socialist party’s list, said Macron had “given in” to Bardella. “This is a very dangerous game to play with democracy and the institutions. I am flabbergasted.”

Another critic, Valérie Pécresse, a senior figure in the conservative Les Républicains party, said: “Dissolving without giving anyone time to organise and without any campaign is playing Russian roulette with the country’s destiny.” “Emmanuel Macron is a poker player, we’ve seen that tonight,” said a Green party MP, Sandrine Rousseau. But Marine Le Pen, the RN figurehead who is seen as the front runner in 2027 presidential elections in which Macron cannot stand, said she welcomed the decision. “We are ready to put the country back on its feet. We are ready to defend the interests of the French people,” she said. Her party’s lead candidate for the European election, Jordan Bardella, 28, said voters had delivered a “a stinging rejection” of the president. Macron’s Renaissance party currently has 169 deputies in the national assembly, and the RN 88. If the far-right party wins an outright majority in the upcoming election, the president would effectively lose control over most French domestic policy.

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Although exit polls indicated that the far-right Alternative für Deutschland (AfD) had made significant gains in Germany and was in second place on 16.5% of the vote, the opposition centre-right was on course for 29.5%. The AfD’s success came despite a slew of scandals, including its lead candidate saying that the SS, the Nazi’s main paramilitary force, were “not all criminals”. In Austria, meanwhile, the far-right Freedom party was forecast to come top, with a projected 27%, ahead of the conservative People’s party and the Social Democrats, on 23.5% and 23% respectively. In the Netherlands, Geert Wilders’ far-right party was running a close second behind a Left-Green alliance. The Freedom party looked set to win 17.7% of the vote, while the Left-Green alliance, led by the former EU Commission vice-president, Frans Timmermans, was on 21.6%.

But it was far from a clean sweep for the far right, which fell short of expectations in Belgium. And crucially, parties on the extreme right remain divided, making them less influential in Brussels. According to an initial projection from the European parliament, MEPs from the four pro-European mainstream groups were forecast to retain a majority of seats in the assembly, but a smaller one than in 2019, which will make it increasingly difficult for them to pass laws. The European People’s party, Socialists and Democrats, the centrist Renew group and the Greens were on course for 456 of the 720 seats, a 63% share, compared with their 69.2% share in the slightly smaller outgoing parliament. These groups often find themselves on opposing sides – the Greens, for example, did not support Ursula von der Leyen as European Commission president in 2019.

The 2024 EU elections were a disasterclass for non-right-wing parties, especially in France, as that’s nation’s PM Emmanuel Macron announced the dissolution of parliament and called for new elections in the wake of the far-right surge.

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it’s @lisupanddown - I still can’t send asks as myself. Here is my question - for each of your OCs - what is their absolute favorite outfit to wear if they are going out somewhere special? And favorite to wear if they are going to be at home, casual with friends, relaxing. Thank you and now I’m trying to predict what you’re going to say, lol.

Hi Lis!! Dude, first off, the heck is up with this?? I got the prev request in anon (working on it), but you mentioned sending asks out of anon and I swear I didn't receive any?? Very weird.

Anyway, I hope dumblr fixes it.

Fashion asks are my favorite thing in the world, I love playing dress up with my ocs 😄

Starting by thee style queen herself, Wendy. If we're talking gala then Wendy goes gem shades, like a rich turquoise or a beautiful magenta and she looves her twirly, flowy skirts. Very fairy like, even if it's a long skirt. If it's just a restaurant, honestly same vibe, except shorter skirts and just loud candy colors. At home she's almost always lounging in her lilac sweats, very Juicy Couture.

Bella is in the midway between grunge and goth, depending on the day. For a formal event she'd lean on the sleek goth, so sleek tighter dresses in velvet black or even in red, thigh slits, backless. Sexy, vampy. For a dinner, she'd vary from like vampy dresses with stockings and killer heels to black leather pants and crop tops. 95% of the time at home she's wearing her own boxers and one of Luke's shirts though.

Jonah will go all out when its gala. He's not super campy, but he'll do sheer shirts, colorful pocket squares, different tuxedos, all the fun. Galas don't really impress him after all. In the opposite reasoning, I actually think he dresses down for a dinner? Of course if the place calls for formal pants he'll be wearing them, as well as a blazer, but I don't see him feeling the need to dress to impress just for some fancy restaurant. At home he's almost always in linen baggy pants, slippers and a cardigan over a wifebeater or a kimono. Think fuckboy in ibiza vibes.

Gonna speed through Vin, Luke and Leo because I think their fashion is a little interchangeable.

They clean up well, but wearing a blue tuxedo is them being "daring". Breaking out the henleys and the nice jeans for dinner, maybe social pants (specifically Leo who goes to fancier places thanks to Jonah).

Luke at home cannot be bothered to put on a shirt, so its sweatpants or boxers, always barefoot. Luke invented wearing school merch, he's always out and about wearing his college hoodie.

Leo is really getting into cardigans, started as him stealing Jon's and now he's got his own collection. The bigger, cozier and lumpier the better.

Vince has his emotional support leather jacket. He's also pretty much the only one of the boys who'll ever be seen wearing ripped jeans.

Vince, Luke and Leo (in this order) also wear a lot of gym wear, just those big mesh tanktops, runner sneakers, etc.

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— favorite arya ships, for fun

A Storm of Swords - Arya XII / A Storm of Swords - Arya VIII / A Game of Thrones - Arya IV / A Storm of Swords - Jon III

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We are No-Dance!AU and politics, family, and court-drama focused RP. To join, check out our main site, and find out who our court would like to see on our Most Wanted page, send us a raven with any questions and once you're ready to apply, and then join us for plotting and OOC-Chat on our Discord!!

Jon is particularly wanted by his Good Sister and the Lady-Regent of The Reach, Clarice Tyrell, as well as by Lord Dalton Greyjoy, Queen Alicent Hightower, Lord Corlys Velaryon, Ruling-Princess Aliandra Martell, Lord Lyonel Hightower, and Penny Greyjoy

Note: Character traits, faceclaim, and details are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!

Character Biography Under the Cut

The eldest first-cousin of the late Lord Lorence Tyrell, Ser Jon Tyrell is 30 years old and serves as the castellan of Highgarden. Jon is married to Lady Melessa Tyrell (neé Hewett) and has one child by her, the young Lord Henley Tyrell. Ser Jon was knighted at the age of 16, and while accomplished in sword and lance, there are no songs that regale him for his chivalry and servility towards his liege and the smallfolk. At a tourney held in honor of Ormund Hightower in Oldtown in 119 AC, Jon’s honor was called into question at the discovery that he had meddled with the bridle of Ser Garon Baratheon’s horse to assure his victory in the tilts. A grasping and tenacious man, such a combination is a point of contention in the Tyrell household as he seeks to distinguish his name and Lord Henley’s above the heir of Highgarden and the Lady Regent, the latter of whom he has taken to call the “Poison Oak of Highgarden” after his only son was taken as a ward to the Greyjoys of Pyke in order to secure peace agreements between the two regions. Suggested faceclaim: Henry Ashton in My Lady Jane

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This is an odd piece that I mostly wrote to explore Ciaran's family and upbringing a bit. Who even are these people that Ciaran sold his soul for, etc. Ciaran's story so far can be found here. Mind the tags.

The first job I went out on with my father and his crew, the summer after we moved down south into town, was clearing land for some wealthy family who’d newly moved out of the capital. Henley, the name was.

It was pretty neglected land, overgrown with brush and saplings and fully grown trees right up to the eaves of the big house that would probably be really fancy once it had been taken care of properly. I was working near there - tying branches and whippy green wood into bundles to carry them away - when I noticed him.

Leaning over the half-rotten wooden railing of the balcony on the second floor, he was dressed in such good clothes it took me a second to notice that he was about my age or a little younger; a young fifteen or an old fourteen, maybe.

He was watching us work - or, well, not me actually; his gaze was fixed on the men with hatchets a little further away from the house. I straightened up, wincing and stretching my back, and wondered what it was he found so intriguing about Lin and Maric clearing the brush. Was he that bored out here?

I glanced over my shoulder. Maric had taken his shirt off.

Oh. I realised what it was that he was so fixated on, and what that meant, at about the same time he noticed me watching him.

If he was embarrassed to be caught staring, he didn’t show it. He transferred his cool, intent gaze to me.

Abruptly nervous, I shrugged. I flicked my eyes to Maric, back to him; and tried to contrive a grin that said: hey, I get it. Fair enough.

I did get it, actually; Maric was one of the few younger people around here that wasn’t related to me, so I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t spent a little time looking at him myself. As of last month he was extremely happily married to my cousin Shari, though.

The well-dressed boy’s eyebrows lifted a fraction. Greatly daring - oh man am I going to look stupid if I’ve misunderstood things - I winked at him and turned away.

-

“The garden I wanted to show you is just around here,” Jon said, a little loudly, a little obviously fake - although there was nobody to hear him. We’d left the rest of the crew under one of the trees Jon’s father had decreed would be allowed to stay, staying out of the worst of the midday heat while they finished lunch.

He gave me a conspiratorial look and I grinned, stupidly, trying not to be too dazzled by the sun on his hair and on his very white shirt and pale jacket. I followed him around the side of the shed the crew and I had just finished building last week.

I wondered if, jokes aside, there really was a garden - I wouldn’t have minded seeing it, wouldn’t have minded watching Jon’s face and hands as he talked about it - but once we were in the cool shade of the building he reached out and snagged my wrist, and then before I could think twice we were standing nose to nose up against the wall.

I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I’d been working all morning, had dirt under my fingernails and ground into my elbows even though I’d washed up for lunch, that my shirt was still saturated with sweat across my back. I probably smelled, too. Surely any second Jon would notice and wrinkle his nose, and then I might need to change my name, buy a ticket on the next coach, and put on a fake moustache to not be recognised while I left the country.

I wondered if it was possible to kiss someone with your hands behind your back.

“Why are you doing that with your hands?” Jon demanded. He batted one of them out of the air playfully from where I had been hovering it. “Am I made of glass suddenly? You weren’t this shy last week.”

“Well - well, your jacket is so nice,” I protested. Heat flared across my cheeks. “It’s white. And I’m all dirty, I don’t want to mess up your nice clothes…”

“Old gods, you are adorable,” Jon laughed.

I tried to laugh off the fluttering feeling in my stomach, tried to tease him in return. “Why are you out in the grounds in good clothes, do you - ”

“Just come back from lessons. Shh.”

And then he put his hands on my chest, and stretched up a little because he was shorter than me, and kissed me. Which was an effective way of shushing me, I had to admit, because I stopped thinking about his clothes or my clothes or the dirt on my elbows or basically anything else.

I didn’t think we were there that long - surely it couldn’t have been longer than a minute or so? But when a loud and angry voice split the air, my first guilty thought was that I had misjudged the time and was late. We had sprung apart - a second of delay because Jon’s hand had curled around my waist and needed to be disentangled - before I realised to my horror that the voice didn’t sound like any of my people.

“Oh, no,” Jon said, and his face was so tight and frightened that I was distracted by a moment of worry for him. The person marching angrily across the broken ground towards us was Jon’s father. I’d seen him several times since starting the job; he’d only ever spoken to my dad.

“Mr - Mr Henley, sir,” I stammered. Maybe I should shut up and let Jon do the talking - but Jon was backing away from me, as if trying to put distance between us as fast as possible, hands brushing down his jacket to straighten it. “I - ”

“What the hells do you think you’re doing?” Henley snarled - his face a furious mask. I thought the question was directed at Jon, not me, which was why I was surprised when Henley reached us and the first thing he did was reach out and grab a fistful of my shirt.

He hit me across the face; not lightly, either, with the back of his hand. I had my hands half-raised instinctively to defend myself, but luckily I realised what a breathtakingly bad idea what would be before I did anything.

Instead I just reeled, my face burning and my ear ringing. I got my feet underneath myself and tried to tug my shirt out of his hand. “Sir! Sir, please!”

“Damn Caresi trash, this time?” he demanded of Jon. He didn’t let go; he twisted the handful of shirt he held and shook it like a terrier with a rat. “You decided to dig in the gutters for this one just to aggravate me, didn’t you?”

Jon flinched and gave me an appalled look. “Father, I - ��

The noise had brought half the crew coming to see what the fuss was; the men who came around the corner first froze and melted back.

The person who came around the corner next was my dad.

I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

He took a moment to take in the situation, brows down low over his eyes. I couldn’t meet them; I yanked at my shirt again, fruitlessly. My face was hot and stinging; the slap had happened before anybody else was here, but could Dad tell? I didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want any of the men over there - my relatives and their friends and people I’d worked with for weeks - to know Henley had just slapped me.

“Mister Henley,” Dad said sharply. “Let go of my son, please.”

“Your son, is it?” Henley yanked my shirt as he turned around and I stumbled, only just avoiding falling flat on my face. He didn’t let go. “Well, mister Adarie, maybe you can tell me what your son is doing taking mine back behind outbuildings, with their filthy hands practically down each other’s pants? Is your son a two-copper whore?”

“Father,” Jon said, but he wasn’t as shocked by this as everybody else was; rather he was ramrod-straight and pale. The rest of the crew was milling around behind Dad now and a little murmur went through them. I burned.

“Ciaran,” Dad said. His voice was very level. “Is this true?”

I pulled on my shirt wildly, and managed to get it out of Henley’s grip. I backed away out of his reach. “No, it’s not!” I said, and my voice cracked, humiliated tears springing to my eyes. “I only - we only - it was just a kiss. That’s all! Don’t make it - he makes it sound like -”

Henley made a scoffing noise, disgusted.

He makes it sound so… so low and dirty, I wanted to say. It wasn’t. And it wasn’t - like that. I didn’t even unbutton his shirt. But you might have wanted to. But I didn’t! And even if I had - !

Dad looked at me for a long second and my stomach plummeted; I couldn’t bear the thought that it was disappointment or even disgust that made him take so long to say anything. “You know you’re here to work, Ciaran,” he said. “Should you have been working?”

“No,” I protested. I sniffed desperately and tried to force the tears away. “No, Dad, I - it was the midday break. I’m working, I’m not slacking off…”

Maric, hanging back behind my father’s shoulder, coughed. “That - that is true,” he said, and his eyes were sympathetic when he glanced at me. “We had stopped for midday. There wasn’t anything he should have been doing.”

Dad looked like he wanted to say something else, but in the end all he did was sigh. “Come here,” he said.

I went to do as he said, miserable - but Henley stepped in front and put an arm out. I could’ve got around him, maybe, but I didn’t want to push him and make things worse, so I just stood there like an idiot.

“You seem to have the misapprehension that I’m most concerned about his work,” Henley said, low and furious. “Frankly I don’t care. He could be the best man you have and three times as fast as any of the rest, and I’d still want his hide.”

My stomach dropped; I could feel heat burning in my cheeks but the rest of me went cold. Maric looked alarmed; a muttered conversation went on behind Dad’s back between a few of my cousins. Dad gave me one quick glance, his brow creased, before turning his attention to Henley.

“Ah… sir,” he said. “Hang on, now. There’s no call for that kind of talk... Ciaran’s barely fifteen...”

“No?” I couldn’t see Henley’s face, but I could hear the venom in his voice. The distance between me and Dad seemed to lengthen; suddenly everybody else was way over there, and I was trapped behind Henley and Jon. “You don’t think so? You think I ought to let him creep around corrupting my son, doing whatever - ”

“Don’t be stupid, Father,” Jon interrupted, heated. “If anybody has grounds to claim that it’s Adarie, since -”

“You’ll hold your tongue,” Henley snapped. “We’ll discuss what happens with you later.”

“Look,” Dad said, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look, hang on. Mr Henley… this…it’s unfortunate, and I’m sorry, but let’s not make it more than it is. I apologise for his behaviour. But he’s just a boy. There’s no harm done. There’s no suggestion he’s made your son do anything he didn’t want, is there?”

“No,” Jon said, before his father could answer. He flicked a quick glance at me that I couldn’t read, and then looked to my dad with a mulish expression. “It was my idea. I talked your son into it.”

“Well, then - well, then. They’re just kids,” Dad said. “More heart than sense. No harm done.” As if he said it often enough Henley would believe it. He made what I thought was an attempt at a rueful fellow-feeling smile. “We were all boys once, weren’t we? Eh?”

“Not in the sense that you seem to mean, no,” Henley said, coldly. “I can’t say I was. Perhaps that you think so…. Explains some things.”

Dad shook his head. “Listen, I don’t think it’s good to have this out in public for everyone to gawk at. Let’s - let’s move on, and talk about this later, and let everyone get back to work. Ciaran’ll go. I’ll talk to him - you can talk to your boy.”

“I don’t think it’s talk either of them needs,” Henley said, but he seemed to have tired of the conversation; maybe he didn’t like the reminder that this was happening in public, either? He gave me a look like I was something he’d scraped off his shoe, and stepped to one side. “Fine. We’ll discuss this and the future of the project in my office this afternoon, Adarie. Get back to what I’m supposedly paying you all for.”

I edged along the wall of the shed to get around him, giving him as wide a berth as the poisonous snake he reminded me of. Once I reached Dad’s side I turned around.

Jon was standing at his father’s side, mirroring us; his stance was stiff and there was something very deliberate about the way he held his chin tipped up. I swiped a hand over my face - it was wet and my nose was running, so that was revolting, that was a really dignified way to end this.

“Of course. Ciaran - apologise to Mr Henley, and young master Henley,” Dad said. “And then you’ll have to walk home.”

Apologise to Mr Henley? I would rather have eaten glass, in that second. The words, but, Dad, hovered on my lips, but one look at Jon and his father made me swallow them painfully.

I looked at the ground. “I’m - I’m very sorry for the trouble,” I managed to force out. “Sir. Please forgive me.” In my head I directed it at Jon, because I was sorry to Jon. Sorry because I’d obviously gotten him in trouble; sorry I hadn’t kept a closer eye out for people coming.

Henley sneered at my apology, but he was already turning away. Jon followed him without looking at me, and that hurt, too, unexpectedly.

“Thank Ena,” somebody murmured from Dad’s other side; probably Maric. Somebody else behind him laughed. And maybe I was just really upset and not thinking straight, maybe they meant it as nervousness and relief, but it didn’t feel like it.

“Ciaran, what were you thinking?” Dad demanded, and went to touch my face; to turn it and look at where Henley had smacked me, probably. The anger in his voice made my stomach seize up all over again. “I never thought that you were this -”

I pushed his hand away, ducking my head. “What, are you going to hit me now, too?” I asked, and my voice was all over the place, high and tearful. Of course he was disappointed. Of course he didn’t want to think of me like that.

He looked shocked. His hand dropped. “Ciaran!”

Why does everybody have to be here? Bad enough Dad and Maric! But fucking everyone?

“Can we do this later? You s-said go home, I’m going,” I said, turning away with one hand held up over my eyes in the vain hope that people would stop looking at my face and just let me get out of here.

“All right, later,” I heard Dad say as I went blindly through the ranks of the crew.

-

Later, I lay on my bed upstairs in the house we shared with my Uncle Cob and his family.

The rest of the family was home. I could hear them downstairs, talking over dinner; but I couldn’t make out what they were saying, which was probably a good thing, frankly. My stomach rumbled, but I wasn’t going down there, possibly ever again.

I heard the stairway creak as somebody came upstairs. The door eased open.

“Go away,” I said into the pillow.

“Hey,” Bren said, softly. “It’s only me, Ciaran. Can I sit down?”

I sniffled. Bren wouldn’t be so bad. Bren hadn’t been there, today, he hadn’t seen it - he worked in a factory, not with my dad’s crew. Then again, people had undoubtedly told him, and I couldn’t decide if that was worse. I wouldn’t have privacy up here for very long anyway; my cousin and my brother would be up at bedtime and I’d have to either look them in the eyes or pretend to be asleep already.

Bren took my silence for agreement, shut the door, and came to sit on the bed beside me. The wooden frame creaked. He didn’t try to touch me.

“Your dad sent me up here to have a bit of a talk with you,” he said. No big surprise there. He was the youngest of them, and seemed to have all of the skill with words my dad and my uncle Cob never picked up. “He told me about what happened at the worksite today.”

“So you heard that I’m a two-copper whore,” I said viciously into the pillow. “I guess everybody knows that by now, don’t they?”

I heard him draw in a wincing breath. “Nobody should have called you that, Ciaran,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

I rolled over to stare at the ceiling. “He called me Caresi trash, too,” I said. “That bit was before Dad arrived. Said Jon was after people ‘from the gutter’.”

Bren rubbed a hand through his hair, looking awkward. “Yeah, you’ll… you’ll find that in this part of the country. It’s just not normally that openly put,” he said. “I doubt your dad would be surprised to hear it. Henley sounds like a piece of work.”

“Then why’d Dad take the job?” I asked. “Why’d he offer us the job? If he’s that…?”

Bren sighed. “Ah, if only we could be that picky.”

I stared at the ceiling with my hands twisting in my shirt. “Do we… still have the job?” I wasn’t stupid. We needed that job. If I’d lost it for us…

“Yes,” Bren said. “It’s almost done, as I understand it, everyone will grit their teeth and put up with each other for another couple of weeks. It’s not worth finding another crew for what’s left.”

He turned around to look at me very seriously. “Look, you - you know your dad loves you to bits, Ciaran,” he said gently. “We all do. If he was - stern, today, it’s not because you made him angry. It’s because he was scared for you.”

I avoided Bren’s gaze, turning my head to stare at the wall.

I hadn’t been fair, this afternoon, to ask if he was going to hit me - that was probably part of why Bren was here and he wasn’t. I’d surprised and maybe even hurt him. My father might be gruff and difficult to talk to, but he’d never been that kind of man. It would probably take doing something actually criminal or violent or both before I’d be afraid anybody under this roof would hit me.

But that wasn’t what I’d been afraid of, really.

“I think,” I managed to say, “I think he is angry. Why wouldn’t he be angry?” Angry was not the word that was buzzing about in my head, like a fly trapped behind a windowpane. Angry wasn’t what I was afraid of.

“Yes, but not like - ” Bren waved his hands in a fruitless gesture. “Ciaran, you did something foolish today, not - not something morally wrong, or something your dad thinks is dirty, or something he’s going to think less of you for. He would never - there’s nothing you could do to make us love you less, Ciaran, not a thing, and certainly not something like this.”

Think less of me. Yeah, those were words you could use to describe it, that look of revulsion in Henley’s eyes. Did I think that Dad would look at me like that?

“Mmn,” I said past a lump in my throat.

“The whole - boys, girls, doesn’t matter,” Bren said. He smacked his knee lightly for emphasis as he spoke. “As long as you - as long as you’re treating people right and acting with integrity, it doesn’t matter at all.”

Acting with integrity. Only my uncle Bren could say a phrase like that and have it come out naturally, like he said it every day. “It matters sometimes,” I said - and, to my horror, my voice was going all wobbly again. “It matters to - ”

“It matters to miserable horse’s asses like Henley,” Bren said firmly. “Nobody you should care about. If anybody in this family or the work crew has a stupid opinion about it, you come and tell me.” Oh no. Oh, no, that would not be happening at all, no matter how many stupid opinions anybody has. “Your ma and dad aren’t… This is outside of their experience. They don’t really know how to talk about it, which is why I’m here and not them. But none of us care, and they want to make sure you know that.”

I sniffled, swiped a hand over my eyes. “Okay.” I pushed myself up to sit up, my back against the wall behind me. “So. So Dad just thinks I’m a fucking idiot who embarrassed him in front of the client. He just thinks I ruined the whole fucking job. He just thinks I can’t be trusted to - to - ”

I could just about see Bren wincing at the language, and deciding not to pull me up on it. Well if you can say horse’s ass, I can say fuck, can’t I?

“You didn’t ruin it,” he said patiently. “It’s awkward, the working relationship has soured, but like I said, this guy has been a piece of work from the start so I don’t think there was a lot there to damage.” He sighed. “But, yeah. You made things uncomfortable for him. I think you know what you did was stupid, and you know why. Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, staring at my knees. If Jon had been a girl, I suppose it wouldn’t have gone much better. Caresi trash. “Shouldn’t - shouldn’t let, that stuff, into work stuff. I know.”

I did know - but - well, how often could I expect to meet other people like me? Nice-looking boys who thought I was worth paying attention to? When was that ever going to happen again?

“Uh huh,” he said. “It was a bad judgement call. He’s not going to stop loving you for those, either, thank God or none of us would love anybody anymore in this family.”

That made me smile, which I guess he’d probably intended.

“So that’s about all your dad wanted me to say to you, I think,” he said, clapping his hands together. “The next part is from me.”

“Um. Okay?”

He held his hands steepled in front of his face for a moment, and I could see him sorting out words in his head. “I had this talk with a few of the girls at one point,” he said. “It’s fundamentally not that different.”

I was a little alarmed. “Bren, I’m not a girl…”

“No, and that means there’s a few things you don’t need to worry about,” he agreed. “I’m not expecting you to come home pregnant. But, Ciaran, please bear this in mind for any escapades you might get into in the future. Do not get involved with rich boys or rich men.”

This was not what I’d been expecting. “Huh?”

“Rich men that are employing you are a bad idea for reasons you’ve figured out already, I think, but all of them are trouble,” he said. “Even be careful about boys that maybe aren’t all that rich but aren’t Caresi.”

“That’s not fair,” I protested. “I know lots of non-Caresi people who are -”

“It’s not about them being bad people necessarily, kiddo, it’s about power,” Bren said. He lifted a hand in the air to gesture. “It’s about… if things go bad, like they could have today, who gets left with the consequences and who doesn’t? Who can ruin whose life if they want to? Who can go to the authorities and be believed?”

I frowned. “I mean, honestly? Today? I think Jon got left with the consequences.” I would bet anything that right now Jon was not getting a gentle talk from his favourite uncle about how loved he was, despite making very embarrassing and possibly expensive mistakes.

Bren sighed. “Jon, is that his name? All right. Yeah, Jon’s probably having problems with his family, but not - not the kind of thing I’m talking about. Ciaran, you - your dad was scared today.”

I bit my lip. I knew that.

“If he hadn’t happened to be on site that day,” Bren continued, “Or if Henley hadn’t been able to be talked down - he could have hurt you badly and there wouldn’t be much any of us could have done about it, before or after. What are we going to do, go to the police and tell them this rich landowner had our kid beaten? The police would laugh.”

I wrapped my arms around my knees. “I know. I know.”

Bren reached out and rubbed my shoulder. “Maric told me Jon seemed like a good kid. Took the blame, if Henley was going to lay blame?”

“Yeah,” I said. “He did.” And I’d… made trouble for him, and then left him. It didn’t feel good. Even knowing that there was nothing I could have done about… any of it. “It wasn’t all his idea. It was both of us.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s a good kid,” Bren said gently, “Because if he thought it’d help his position with his father, he could pretty easily have lied and said it was just your idea.”

“But it doesn’t matter whose…”

“I know,” Bren said. “You’re right. But… people get funny about this, Ciaran, the girls get it worse than boys usually. I know you’ve heard people talking. It’s always got to be somebody’s fault. And if you’re…” he hesitated. “There’s nothing wrong with how you are. You have nothing to be ashamed of. But the world won’t always be fair to you.”

Underneath us I could hear the sounds of dishes clattering, people starting to come up the stairs. Sounded like I’d made Bren miss dinner, too.

“No,” I said, looking down at my knees. “I guess I know that.”

“To society at large, someone like Jon?” Bren said. “His reputation and livelihood and well-being is more important than yours is. And it’s very easy for him to hurt you. Even if he never would hurt you, he could. That’s what I’m talking about.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, looking tired. “You’re young, and I know this is a lot to think about. I don’t mean to depress you, or frighten you, or any of that. I just… I don’t want you to walk into situations where you don’t have power because somebody tells you it doesn’t matter or that love will fix it. It does, and it won’t.”

I wasn’t sure I understood the future that Bren was picturing for me, that this was advice he needed to give me. It seemed like it only applied to a narrow circumstance that wasn’t likely to happen again.

But the rest of it, I got. The world won’t be fair to you, so be careful who you trust.

“All right,” I said, trying to smile. “I’ll be careful, Uncle Bren. I promise.”

“Good lad,” he said, giving me a one-armed hug. “Now, I think they’ve saved you some food. Why don’t we head down and see?”

[anna-hawk]

I've made a couple of polls about favorite outfits for Jon in general, but Frank has so many options in the 2 seasons + Daredevil that thought I'd go for one of those polls today, since I know we all miss him a lot.

[younes-ben-amara]

الراحة عنصر لا غنى عنه من عناصر الإنتاجية 🔌🔋

ما هذه المجموعة من المختارات تسألني؟ إنّها عددٌ من أعداد نشرة “صيد الشابكة” اِعرف أكثر عن النشرة هنا: ما هي نشرة “صيد الشابكة” ما مصادرها، وما غرضها؛ وما معنى الشابكة أصلًا؟! 🎣🌐 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #39 بالشراكة مع ميكو أفرغ بريدك الوارد! عيدكم سعيد؛ 🛍️📬 صبستاك تقدّم لصنّاع المحتوى والمدوِّنين السابقين نهضةً لتجاراتهم؛ ومصدرًا جديدًا للدخل [Glossy] عبر نشرة InboxReads. مُلخص المقال: تتيح…

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

There was a special report about Tester and his campaign last week where you get to see him wearing an open button henley shirt and his belly and bulge were so apparent. There was a moment I wish I could have replayed where you got to see him step off one of his tractors and you could see the big ol full balls of his bounce and jiggle. I almost came just seeing him in his blue collar wear. Fuck, why does he have to be straight?! lol

This is an example of your many, many male fans Jon.

Getting us all worked up with your sexy ass.

You cock tease. 😍😘🥰