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Marion Burns (Los Angeles, California, 9/08/1907-Laguna Niguel, California 22/12/1993).
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Bad movie I have John Wayne part One of Two it has The Dawn Rider 1935, The Desert Trail 1935, The Lucky Texan 1934, Neath Arizona Skies 1934,Rainbow Valley 1935, The Trail Beyond 1934, Texas Terror 1935, The Star Packer 1934, Paradise Canyon 1935, and Riders of Destiny 1933
#The Dawn Rider#John Wayne#Marion Burns#The Desert Trail#Mary Kornman#Paul Fix#The Lucky Texan#Barbara Sheldon#George 'Gabby' Hayes#Neath Arizona Skies#Sheila Terry#Shirley Jean Rickert#Rainbow Valley#Lucile Browne#LeRoy Mason#The Trail Beyond#Noah Beery#Verna Hillie#The Star Packer#Yakima Canutt#Eddie Parker#Paradise Canyon#Reed Howes#Earle Hodgins#Riders of Destiny#Cecilia Parker#Forrest Taylor
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 61
Chapter; Highlights (okay the entire chapter is a highlight)🤣
As requested @mysterylilycheeta I NEED TO SQUEAL IN WYVERN FANGIRL WITH YOU NOW CAUSE OH M GOODNESS THIS CHAPTER ON SO MANY LEVELS I JUST AHAKWIHUHFEJLZXBKEKA
Agony was a song in Lorcan's blood, his bones, his breath.
Every step of the horse, every leap she made over body and debris, sent it ringing afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to cling to consciousness.
To keep his arm around Elide.
She had come for him. Had found him, somehow, on this endless battlefield.
His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he'd felled, I, and waited for his last breaths.
And now, charging toward that too-distant keep, so far behind the droves of soldiers and riders racing for the gates, he wondered if these minutes would be his last. Her last.
She had come for him.
Lorcan managed to glance toward the dam on their right. Toward the ruk rider signaling that it was only a matter of minutes until it unleashed hell over the plain.
He didn't know how it had become weakened. Didn't care.
Still Elide kept urging the horse onward, kept them on as straight a path toward the distant keep as possible.
No ruk would come to sweep them up. No, his luck had been spent in surviving this long, in her finding him. His power would do nothing against that water.
The farthest lines of panicked soldiers appeared, and Farasha charged past them.
Elide let out a sob, and he followed the line of her sight.
To the keep gate, still open.
"Faster, Farasha!" She didn't hide the raw terror in her voice, the desperation.
Once the dam broke, it would take less than a minute for the tidal wave to reach them.
She had come for him. She had found him.
The world went quiet. The pain in his body faded into nothing. Into something secondary.
Lorcan slid his other arm around Elide, bringing his mouth close to her ear as he said, "You have to let me go."
Each word was gravelly, his voice strained nearly to the point of uselessness.
Elide didn't shift her focus from the keep ahead. "No."
That gentle quiet flowed around him, clearing the fog of pain and battle. "You have to. You have to, Elide. I'm too heavy-and without my weight, you might make it to the keep in time."
"No." The salt of her tears filled his nose.
Lorcan brushed his mouth over her damp cheek, ignoring the roaring pain in his body. The horse galloped and galloped, as if she might outrace death itself.
"I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you always."
He was not frightened of what would come for him once he tumbled off the horse. He was not frightened at all, if it meant her reaching the keep.
So Lorcan kissed Elide's cheek again, allowed himself to breathe in her scent one last time. "I love you," he repeated, and began to withdraw his arms from around her waist.
Elide slapped a hand onto his forearm. Dug in her nails, right into his skin, fierce as any ruk.
"No."
There were no tears in her voice. Nothing but solid, unwavering steel.
"No," she said again. The voice of the Lady of Perranth.
Lorcan tried to move his arm, but her grip would not be dislodged.
If he tumbled off the horse, she would go with him.
Together. They would either outrun this or die together.
"Elide-"
But Elide slammed her heels into the horse's sides.
Slammed her heels into the dark flank and screamed, "FLY, FARASHA." She cracked the reins. "FLY, FLY, FLY!"
And gods help her, that horse did.
As if the god that had crafted her filled the mare's lungs with his own breath, Farasha gave a surge of speed.
Faster than the wind. Faster than death.
Farasha cleared the first of the fleeing Darghan cavalry. Passed desperate horses and riders at an all-out gallop for the gates.
Her mighty heart did not falter, even when Lorcan knew it was raging to the point of bursting.
Less than a mile stood between them and the keep.
But a thunderous, groaning crack cleaved the world, echoing off the lake, the mountains.
There was nothing he could do, nothing that brave, unfaltering horse could do, as the dam ruptured.
Rowan made himself stand there, to watch the last moments of the Lady of Perranth and his former commander. It was all he could offer: witnessing their deaths, so he might tell the story to those he encountered. So they would not be forgotten.
The roaring of the oncoming wave became deafening, even from miles away.
Still Elide and Lorcan raced, Farasha passing horse after horse after horse.
Even up here, would they escape the wave's reach? Rowan dared to survey the battlements, to assess if he needed to get the others, needed to get Aelin, to higher ground.
But Aelin was not at his side.
She was not on the battlement at all.
Rowan's heart halted. Simply stopped beating as a ruddy-brown ruk dropped from the skies, spearing for the center of the plain.
Arcas, Borte's ruk. A golden-haired woman dangling from his talons.
Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying.
Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
"Oh gods," Fenrys breathed, seeing her, too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like nothing he had known ripping through him as Aelin lifted her arms above her head.
A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting her hair with it.
The wave roared and roared for her, for the army behind her.
The shaking in the keep was not from the wave.
It was not from that wall of water at all.
Cracks formed in the earth, splintering across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.
"The hot springs," Chaol breathed. "The valley floor is full of veins into the earth itself."
Into the burning heart of the world.
The keep shook, more violently this time.
The pillar of fire sucked back into Aelin.
She held out a hand before her, her fist closed.
As if it would halt the wave in its tracks.
He knew then. Either as her mate or carranam, he knew.
"Three months," Rowan breathed.
The others stilled.
"Three months," he said again, his knees wobbling. "She's been making the descent into her power for three months."
Every day she had been with Maeve, bound in iron, she had gone deeper. And she had not tapped too far into that power since they'd freed her because she had kept making the plunge.
To gather up the full might of her magic.
Not for the Lock, not for Erawan.
But for Maeve's death blow.
A few weeks of descent had taken her powers to devastating levels. Three months of it
…
Holy gods. Holy rutting gods.
And when her fire hit the wall of water now towering over her, when they collided —
"GET DOWN!" Rowan bellowed, over the screaming waters. "GET DOWN NOW!"
His companions dropped to the stones, any within earshot doing the same.
Rowan plummeted into his power. Plummeted into it fast and hard, ripping out any remaining shred of magic.
Elide and Lorcan were still too far from the gates. Thousands of soldiers were still too far from the gates as the wave crested above them.
As Aelin opened her hand toward it.
Fire erupted.
Cobalt fire. The raging soul of a flame.
A tidal wave of it.
Taller than the raging waters, it blasted from her, flaring wide.
The wave slammed into it. And where water met a wall of fire, where a thousand years of confinement met three months of it, the world exploded.
Blistering steam, capable of melting flesh from bone, shot across the plain.
With a roar, Rowan threw all that remained of his magic toward the onslaught of steam, a wall of wind that shoved it toward the lake, the mountains.
Still the waters came, breaking against the flames that did not so much as yield an inch.
Maeve's death blow. Spent here, to save the army that might mean Terrasen's salvation. To spare the lives on the plain.
Rowan gritted his teeth, panting against his fraying power. A burnout lurked, deadly close.
The raging wave threw itself over and over and over into the wall of flame.
Rowan didn't see if Elide and Lorcan made it into the keep. If the other soldiers and riders on the plain stopped to gape.
Princess Hasar said, rising beside him, "That power is no blessing."
"Tell that to your soldiers," Fenrys snarled, standing, too.
"I did not mean it that way," Hasar snipped, and awe was indeed stark on her face.
Rowan leaned against the battlements, panting hard as he fought to keep the lethal steam from flowing toward the army. As he cooled and sent it whisking away.
Solid hands slid under his arms, and then Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him up between them.
A minute passed. Then another.
The wave began to lower. Still the fire burned.
Rowan's head pounded, his mouth going dry.
Time slipped from him. A coppery tang filled his mouth.
The wave lowered farther, raging waters quieting. Then roaring turned to lapping, rapids into eddies.
Until the wall of flame began to lower, too. Tracking the waters down and down and down. Letting them seep into the cracks of the earth.
Rowan's knees buckled, but he held on to his magic long enough for the steam to lessen.
For it, too, to be calmed.
It filled the plain, turning the world into drifting mist. Blocking the view of the queen in its center.
Then silence. Utter silence.
Fire flickered through the mist, blue turning to gold and red. A muted, throbbing glow.
Rowan spat blood onto the battlement stones, his breath like shards of glass in his throat.
The glowing flames shrank, steam rippling past. Until there was only a slim pillar of fire, veiled in the mist-shrouded plain.
Not a pillar of fire.
But Aelin.
Glowing white-hot. As if she had given herself so wholly to the flame that she had become fire herself.
The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down the battlements.
The mist rippled and billowed, casting her into nothing but a glowing effigy.
The silence turned reverent.
A gentle wind from the north swept down. The veil of mist pulled back, and there she was.
She glowed from within. Glowed golden, tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom wind.
"Mala's Heir," Yrene breathed.
Down on the plain, Elide and Lorcan had halted.
The wind pushed away more of the drifting mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin.
And where that mighty, lethal wave had loomed, where death had charged toward them, nothing remained at all.
For three months, she had sung to the darkness and the flame, and they had sung back.
For three months, she had burrowed so deep inside her power that she had plundered undiscovered depths. While Maeve and Cairn had worked on her, she had delved. Never letting them know what she mined, what she gathered to her, day by day by day.
A death blow. One to wipe a dark queen from the earth forever.
She'd kept that power coiled in herself even after she'd been freed from the irons. Had struggled to keep it down these weeks, the strain enormous. Some days, it had been easier to barely speak. Some days, swaggering arrogance had been her key to ignoring it.
Yet when she had seen that wave, when she had seen Elide and Lorcan choosing death together, when she had seen the army that might save Terrasen, she'd known. She'd felt the fire sleeping under this city, and knew they had come here for a reason.
She had come here for this reason.
A river still flowed from the dam, harmless and small, wending toward the lake.
Nothing more.
Aelin lifted a glowing hand before her as blessed, cooling emptiness filled her at last.
Slowly, starting from her fingertips, the glow faded.
As if she were forged anew, forged back into her body.
Back into Aelin.
Clarity, sharp and crystal clear, filled its wake. As if she could see again, breathe again.
Inch by inch, the golden glow faded into skin and bone. Into a woman once more.
Already, a white-tailed hawk launched skyward.
But as the last of the glow faded, disappearing out through her toes, Aelin fell to her knees.
Fell to her knees in the utter silence of the world, and curled onto her side.
She had the vague sense of strong, familiar arms scooping her up. Of being carried onto a broad feathery back, still in those arms.
Of soaring through the skies, the last of the mist rippling away into the afternoon sun.
And then sweet darkness.
#Chapter 61#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Lorcan Salvaterre#Elide Lochan#Elorcan#Aelin Galathynius#Chaol Westfall#Rowan Whitethorn#Fenrys Moonbeam#Gavriel#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 61 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Agony was in his very blood-Summons-She had come for him-Let go.No.Always?-She came this far-THANK YOU ELIDE-The voice of Perranth#My lady-Together till the end-if only the horse could Fly-A prayer-Made himself watch-But Aelin-hell yes-So he might tell the story#Not forgotten-For her friends-To get Aelin-Where was she?MY HEART-The shaking was her-The springs-He knew-Three months#Every single day-But for Maeve’s meant for Maeve-she knew he’d know-his power the counteracting-GET FUCKING DOWN-She had not given up#A thousand years for here months endured & one moment-Spent here-To save them-Burnout or Blessing-UTTER Awe-A miracle#A curse to enemies-All of them really-she drained the bank & there he was-THE FIRE BRINGER-glowing blinding white out for the world#she became the flame-Master of death-heir of Fire-Nothing remained-That’s what was eating her alive-Its grief but more-she was still—#capturing flame-She didnt want2lose it either-It was all of it-But also Aelin had a plan-be glad4it-They would save them she didnt need it#Back to Aelin-She began fighting-Quiet-Fell to what he knows-Sweet darkness-the power dive#No.#You know it’s bad when Rowan’s prayingWhen even Yrene is praying but not save to give peace&painless ends but Aelin’s off to save the day#Not for the Lock not for Erawan. But for Maeve's death blow. & now to save Elide; Marion would be proud#the way he’s thinking about I’ve gotta get Aelin out of here#Into the burning heart of the world. — the world shuddered#Aelin I am a god Galathynius-The raging soul of a flame-thats her-shed made the final descent right then for Elide-Rowan plummeted for her#Spent here to save the army that might mean Terrasens salvation-not2kill2spareNoblessinNocurseMiracleWomanA war won-friends held him up#One hell of a rumor-Gentle from the north-Malas Heir-she had sung to the darkness&flame&they had sung backthe same story#GETDOWN.Back into Aelin he was there there how did he get there so fast?sweet darkness 1 last time
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Would Frank Burns from Mash pay child support?
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The warm bodies sequel books are majorly slept on
R as the guy who played a major role in causing the apocalypse and getting his memories back and hiding them and all the flashbacks drives me up the wall in the best way (Pacing making faces in the mirror trying to google the answers to the mystery and getting cockblocked my the total sleptoness of these novels)
I will admit Warm Bodies is a gushy zombie romance novel and the rest are action film books, but I love a genre shift and the stability of their relationship is also romantic to me
Things that make me gnash my teeth:
He’s revealed his last name in the narration but even in the flashbacks blots out his first name
I’m only halfway through and the b plot is bfnalamhshsj I need to know so bad how it ends and also wtf is going on. The hive mind thing is wild and clearly connected to the main plot somehow
His children??? Are characters? The zombie kids who are barely in the first. He’s committed to those kids
The way R realizes life isn’t as beautiful as he’d always imagined. It’s also hell, because this is the apocalypse. But it’s still living
I’m gonna have to scrounge the earth for the last book bc it was self published by my man Isaac Marion
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Boy i have complicated feelings about Jester and Marion. I do really like Marion and I think in a lot of ways she was a good parent to Jester but in a lot of other ways she was not. And her line, "Of course, I never wasn't [happy]. I had you, didn't I?" I'm pretty sure it's meant more in the parenting is rewarding and a source of joy etc etc. But i can't help but think she relied on jester to make her happy. That it became jester's responsibility to make her happy. That's why Jester is such a people pleaser. And it's not malicious! I don't think Marion ever intended that, but I do think that particular mentality and that burden she felt she had really kinda fucked her up in some ways. And Marion has grown a lot over the series and we see so much of it in little snippets, but I don't think she's really undone or acknowledged the damage that she did to Jester as a child. Not to mention everything going on with the gentleman
#critical role#mighty nein#cr2#jester lavorre#marion lavorre#is this a hot take??#i dont see a lot of jester meta#no idea where this lies on the spectrum#but its not something i see talked about a lot but maybe im just not in the right circles#anyway plz dont burn me at the stake for this lmao#cr2ep141#obviously my own baggage is probably seeping into this#and i will acknowledge that
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Marion: Timothy! You're giving me a hug, what's wrong?
Timothy: Bill and Ben pranked me with a toy spider. They scared me.
Marion: Bill and Ben, put that spider away and say sorry to Timothy!
Bill: Yes Marion. Sorry Timothy.
Ben: Yeah, sorry.
Marion: Now get back to work!
Timothy: Can I have a lollipop Marion? Please?
Marion: Of course Timothy baby! (gives Timothy a lollipop)
Timothy: Yay! (sucks on the lollipop)
#thomas and friends#ttte#one shot#ttte timothy#ttte marion#ttte bill and ben#my art#marion the steam shovel#timothy the oil burning engine#bill and ben#thomas the tank engine boy#anthros#don't tag as ship
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THE DARK KNIGHT RISES 2012
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
#batman#the dark knight rises#2012#christian bale#michael caine#gary oldman#anne hathaway#tom hardy#marion cotillard#joseph gordon levitt#morgan freeman#matthew modine#ben mendelsohn#burn gorman#nestor carbonell#juno temple#josh stewart#alon aboutboul
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“The apocalypse didn't happen overnight. The world didn't end in a satisfying climax of explosive special effects. It was slow. It was boring. It was one little thing at a time. One moral compromise, one abandoned ideal, one more justified injustice. No dramatic wave of destruction sweeping across the world, just scattered spots of rot forming throughout the decades, seemingly isolated incidents until the moment they all merged.”
Isaac Marion
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@special-delivery-in-blue
Marion boops the ferret gently with her claw. She’s never seen a ferret before. “Is this weasel yours?” She asked Tom as she kept her index claw pointing outwards, as if waiting to see what the creature would do with her finger.
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John Wayne-Marion Burns "El jinete del alba" (The dawn rider) 1935, de Robert N. Bradbury.
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"Leave it to a child to shout what we've been whispering."
-R, The Burning World by Isaac Marion
this feels like such a raw line because it IS. kids only know how to communicate directly, if they are afraid they will ask you about exactly what it is they're afraid of. children often remind adults that it's okay to just communicate sometimes. there's not always a need to talk in circles and speak in riddles
#warm bodies series#the burning world#R#isaac marion#great lines#i love me some good writing#om nom nom#good soup
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Extrapolations
Season 1, “2068: The Going Away Party”
Director: Nicole Holofcener
DoP: Hillary Spera
#Extrapolations#The Going Away Party#2068#Nicole Holofcener#Hillary Spera#Marion Cotillard#Sylvie Bolo#Forest Whitaker#August Bolo#Bess Wohl#Scott Z. Burns#Apple TV+#Media Res#TV Moments#TV Series#TV Show#television#TV#TV Frames#cinematography#April 14#2023
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I will take more of them, thanks!
#winx club#winx marion#winx oritel#marion x oritel#winx bloom#video#my video#jaira burns#burn slow#a little my-digestive-system-quit-on-me-again couldn't stop me from thinking and posting about these two#(and the other col members)#they are so soft while simultaneously a battle couple#i love seeing them with their kids too#after everything they've been through it's great to see that they've managed to keep their family together#i'm having so many feelings#Youtube
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Burn Permits Required in Tennessee Starting October 15
Tennesseans are reminded to remember burn safety measures as the state heads into its fire season. Starting October 15, debris burn permits for leaf and brush piles are required. Permits are free via the MyTN mobile app or online at www.BurnSafeTN.org. Online permits may be obtained daily from 8 a.m. to 11 p.m. in Eastern and Central time zones (based on your location) for any leaf and/or brush…
#Bledsoe County News#Burn Safe#Chattanooga News#Dunlap News#Grundy County News#Haletown#Jasper News#Kimball News#Marion County News#Monteagle#New Hope#Pikeville#Sequatchie County News#Sequatchie Valley News#South Pittsburg News#Tennessee Division of Forestry#Whitwell News
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