#Marion Torrent

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Spring has sprung and here are some poems

Well hey, here's some spring poetry for everyone. 21 poems, all free and open, no login needed!

Image by Yunyao Chen from the SVA COVID Collection on JSTOR

Spring William Carlos Williams (1919)

Spring Symphony Walt Whitman (1919)

One Spring Eda Lou Walton (1920)

Early Spring John Moreland (1923)

Spring Poems by a Fifth Grade Elsa Miller (1907)

Ode to Spring Henry C. Watson (1866)

Spring Has Come Eleanor Hatch (1922)

Spring Fever Faith Shearing (2002)

Spring in Canterbury Charlotte F. Babcock (1927)

Pulse of Spring Mark Turbyfill (1917)

Spring Albrecht Reu (1915)

An English Spring S. F. Hopkins (1907)

A Forward Spring Lisa Williams (1988)

A Spring View Kokan Shiren, translated by Marian Ury (1992)

Spring Sounds Mercedes de Acosta (1925)

Arpeggio—Spring Winifred Waldron (1923)

Spring Morning Marion Strobel (1922)

One Spring Eda Lou Walton (1920)

Spring Torrents Sara Teasdale (1919)

Spring Day Grace Hazard Conkling (1917)

And we end with:

The End of Spring Lisa Williams (1988)

[camille-abilys]

not having to watch Marion Torrent be an indisputable starter anymore is therapeutic

[beardedmrbean]

MARION, Kan. (AP) — A small newspaper and a police department in Kansas are at the center of a dispute over freedom of speech that is being watched around the country after police raided the office of the local newspaper and the home of its owner and publisher.

Officials with the Marion Police Department confiscated computers and cellphones in the Friday raid, prompting press freedom watchdogs to condemn the actions of local authorities as a blatant violation of the U.S. Constitution’s protection for a free press. The Marion County Record's editor and publisher, Eric Meyer, worked with his staff Sunday to reconstruct stories, ads and other materials for its next edition Wednesday.

A search warrant tied Friday morning raids, led by Marion Police Chief Gideon Cody, to a dispute between the newspaper and a local restaurant owner, Kari Newell. She is accusing the newspaper of invading her privacy and illegally accessing information about her and her driving record and suggested that the newspaper targeted her after she threw Meyer and a reporter out of her restaurant during a political event.

While Meyer saw Newell's complaints — which he said were untrue — as prompting the raids, he also believes the newspaper's aggressive coverage of local politics and issues played a role. He said the newspaper was examining Cody's past work with the Kansas City, Missouri, police as well.

“This is the type of stuff that, you know, that Vladimir Putin does, that Third World dictators do," Meyer said during an interview in his office. "This is Gestapo tactics from World War II.”

Cody said Sunday that the raid was legal and tied to an investigation.

The raids occurred in a town of about 1,900 people, nestled among rolling prairie hills, about 150 miles (241 kilometers) southwest of Kansas City, making the small weekly newspaper the latest to find itself in the headlines and possibly targeted for its reporting.

Last year in New Hampshire, the publisher of a weekly newspaper accused the state attorney general’s office of government overreach after she was arrested for allegedly publishing advertisements for local races without properly marking them as political advertising. In Las Vegas, former Democratic elected official Robert Telles is scheduled to face trial in November for allegedly fatally stabbing Las Vegas Review-Journal reporter Jeff German after German wrote articles critical of Telles and his managerial conduct.

Meyer said that on Friday, one Record reporter suffered an injury to a finger when Cody wrested her cellphone out of her hand, according to the report. The newspaper's surveillance video showed officers reading that reporter her rights while Cody watched, though she wasn't arrested or detained. Newspaper employees were hustled out of the building while the search continued for more than 90 minutes, according to the footage.

Meanwhile, Meyer said, police simultaneously raided his home, seizing computers, his cellphone and the home’s internet router.

But as Meyer fielded messages from reporters and editors as far away as London and reviewed footage from the newsroom’s surveillance camera, Newell was receiving death threats from as far away, she said. She said the Record engages in “tabloid trash reporting” and was trying to hush her up.

“I fully believe that the intent was to do harm and merely tarnish my reputation, and I think if had it been left at that, I don’t think that it would have blown up as big as it was,” Newell said in a telephone interview.

Newell said she threw Meyer and the Record reporter out of the event for Republican U.S. Rep. Jake LaTurner at the request of others who are upset with the “toxic” newspaper. On the town's main street, one storefront included a handmade “Support Marion PD” sign."

The police chief and other officials also attended and were acknowledged at the reception, and the Marion Police Department highlighted the event on its Facebook page.

LaTurner's office did not immediately return phone messages left Sunday at his Washington and district offices seeking comment.

Newell said she believes the newspaper violated the law to get her personal information as it checked on the status of her driver's license following a 2008 drunken driving conviction and other driving violations.

The newspaper countered that it received that information unsolicited, which it verified through public online records. It eventually decided not to run a story because it wasn’t sure the source who supplied it had obtained it legally. But the newspaper did run a story on the city council meeting, in which Newell herself confirmed she'd had a DUI conviction and that she had continued to drive even after her license was suspended.

A two-page search warrant, signed by a local judge, lists Newell as the victim of alleged crimes by the newspaper. When the newspaper asked for a copy of the probable cause affidavit required by law to issue a search warrant, the district court issued a signed statement saying no such affidavit was on file, the Record reported.

Cody, the police chief, indicated that probable cause affidavits were used to get the search warrants. When asked for a copy, Cody replied in an email late Sunday that the affidavits would be available “once charges are filed.”

Cody defended the raid, saying in an email to The Associated Press that while federal law usually requires a subpoena — not just a search warrant — to raid a newsroom, there is an exception “when there is reason to believe the journalist is taking part in the underlying wrongdoing.”

Cody did not give details about what that alleged wrongdoing entailed.

Cody, who was hired in late April as Marion’s police chief after serving 24 years in the Kansas City police, did not respond to questions about how police believe Newell was victimized.

Press freedom and civil rights organizations said that police, the local prosecutor's office and the judge who signed off on the search warrant overstepped their authority.

“It seems like one of the most aggressive police raids of a news organization or entity in quite some time,” said Sharon Brett, legal director for the American Civil Liberties Union of Kansas, adding that it seemed “quite an alarming abuse of authority."

Seth Stern, director of advocacy for Freedom of the Press Foundation, said in a statement that the raid appeared to have violated federal law, the First Amendment, “and basic human decency.”

“The anti-press rhetoric that’s become so pervasive in this country has become more than just talk and is creating a dangerous environment for journalists trying to do their jobs," Stern said.

Meyer said he has been flooded with offers of help from press freedom groups and other news organizations. But he said what he and his staff need is more hours in the day to get their next edition put together.

Both he and Newell are contemplating lawsuits — Newell against the newspaper and Meyer against the public officials who staged the raid.

Meyer also blames the home raid for stressing his 98-year-old mother enough to cause her death on Saturday. Joan Meyer was the newspaper's co-owner.

As for the criticism of the raid as a violation of First Amendment rights, Newell said her privacy rights were violated, and they are “just as important as anybody else’s.”

[another-corpo-rat]

Don’t look at me. I know. But I am also a weak ass bitch who rereads Pride & Prejudice almost yearly.

And boy if I thought Smasher’s voice was hard to find before, it was near impossible considering this AU is so not him. Alas he’s but a toy to my whimsy so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Prompt: Free Day – AU {Regency} Adam Smasher/OC Summary: After breaking her heart years ago, Victoria doesn’t take Adam’s return well. At all.

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All the years of careful steps and dutiful presentation as the perfect daughter, the perfect lady, the potentially perfect wife, walking with her chin held high and her temper pressed well underfoot, amount to nothing when she lays eyes on the man again.

That temper, a thing usually doused the moment she feels even an ember of it try to spark, rouses into a blistering inferno in her chest – its smoke chokes her lungs, tightens so cruelly within her that her heart has no other option but to thunder against the cage of her ribs in its desperation to escape the inevitable reopening of its wound. A wound she had carefully tended to in secret, cradling that broken organ as tenderly as her lover should have, holding it in her gentle grasp, letting it spill its naïve hopes and aches in ink across a page that she’d hide away in the pages of books she knows her mother would have no interest in reading.

“Fruitless things,” Marion Crane had said once when her daughter had offered her the book that had caught her rapture at the tender age of fifteen. “Don’t let it sully your thoughts with imaginations of whimsy, my dear. Love is a luxury we cannot afford.”

A lesson she should have taken to heart long ago. Once she had convinced herself she had – until that American came along, with his stern brow that only seemed to soften when he caught her eye across the room. That had softened her in turn, convinced the lone child of the notoriously sharp, impossibly wealthy Cranes to put her talons away. She should have known better, that a man of his standing would naturally seek a perch as high as her own to elevate his personal status, even to be seen with her arm entwined in his would bring interest he could never dream of currying on his own; the novelty of an American in London only lasts as long as a cup of tea on the day of their arrival. And seen they were, together in public, arm-in-arm in their walks around gardens, her dance-card conveniently full for every inquiring partner but him, yet it ended as suddenly as she felt it began. The scandal sheets had a particularly field day with that matter, the young Crane spurned by one far below her station.

And now here he is once more, perfectly at home in her aunt’s parlour. The aunt whose daughter is getting married to an American of ‘interesting character.’ The coiling in her stomach feels like fire, and it must be for how her throat dries and how hot the water that builds at the corners of her eyes is. Clenching her jaw as she was taught, grinding her teeth together until all become dust is not enough to keep her still, driven forward by the vitriol in her chest, the venom building on her tongue.

“You uncouth, barbaric, hateful-” Her litany of insults is muted even to her own ear with the ring of a slap that fills the deepest corners of the room, the sharp sting of flesh to flesh biting into her palm and, for but a moment, calming the torrent that was her thoughts as his head snapped with the motion, cheeks already reddened by the bite of outside’s cold unbalanced by the richer pink that now blossoms across his left. It is a sight to watch that square jaw, strongly defined, work with what she imagined to be bitten back insults, or perhaps his own rage being caught in his teeth, his hand rising to rub where she had struck. And yet the words he gives don’t insult her character, simple and more proper than her own venomous greetings. It works merely to rile her ire more.

“Hello, Ms Crane.”

“Is it not enough that you unsettled my standing within society, that you have to now lay those same designs upon my cousin?”

“You’re talking trite; I have no such ‘designs.’” There is the scorn she knows he carries, curled deep in his gut and baring its teeth in the smallest of gestures, the simplest of words – it matches her own beast, that quelled temper that only he manages to provoke. She wishes it was mirrored, that if she alone could not have his love then maybe his anger could be hers, but it wasn’t the case and she is loath at the thought he may own a part of her, no matter how unpleasant that part may be.

“You have lied to me enough that I have no reason to place merit in your word to contraries, Mr Smasher, not when all I know stands against you.” His brow, that strict thing that sits atop characteristically narrowed eyes, draws to meet in the middle, a conference of thoughts she both wishes to be privy to and desires to interrupt in tandem. “I am merely curious in what lies you have fed her, and if they were perhaps from the same trough as the slop I ate from your hand.”

“I don’t recall an instance of ever lying to you.”

“A shame then, that I was such a fool to not notice how thoughtless your promises were that you can’t even remember the dishonesty of them yourself. Because I doubt that slap was hard enough to wipe them from your memory.” And despite her anger stepping aside, letting the hurt she had managed to hide for the better part of a decade seep through in the rough edge of her voice, he has the audacity to smile – to laugh! A rumbling sound, rolling through his chest to shake those broad shoulders in minute quakes. And ever bold enough to take liberties he has no right to, his fingers rise to crook under her chin, the hardened skin of a working man rough against her own unmarred and soft, tilting her head upwards so she has no option but to meet his stern eyes – to bear witness to their softening, to the crinkling at their edges in amusement. It’s a mockery how her heart still skips at the view, that her thoughts veer to the beauty of it even now when she knows it to be the grin of a rake. A greater mockery still is that she knows how those lips will feel against her own, against her skin, the texture of the small scar that mars his bottom lip, the warmth of his breath that should be foul with poitín instead sweetened by anise comfits. The worst of it all, an offense she inflicts upon her own pride, is the longing to feel them against her again.

“Oh, I have missed you.” He croons, as soft and sweet as the nothings he had whispered when they lay together in his bed, nothing between them with even the cotton sheets kicked aside against the summer’s heat, dipping his head so that her longing may be cut short. It would be a simple matter, an easy motion of rocking onto the tip of her toes to close the scant distance propriety would already deign scandalous enough to question her virtues over, a mere press of her lips to his and their dance could begin anew. He would lead, as he always did despite her efforts to the contrary, wrangling against his demand as she did even when she fancied they might have something of a future together, his tongue would glide gently across her bottom lip and dip into her mouth at the vaguest of invitations.

It would all be so easy, so painfully familiar. A well tread mistake; one she had promised herself she wouldn’t make again for she had trailed the path so readily that there was no need to pave it, not when he was engaged to her blood and not when she had designs that extended beyond England and yet – and yet, she presses forward and up, locking her lips to his at not the detriment of her heart but the encouragement of it; that wounded organ she thought trying to escape the inevitability of pain was as foolish as the rest of her, its efforts not to flee but to bury itself in his chest, nestling close to the drum of his own.

Damn it all, she had missed him too.

[onlylivingboyinsanmyshuno]

hiii @adair-the-bard @hdmiports and @kieraplaysthesims tagged me in this! tysm

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[crystaldeclear]

Elise de Almeida vs Marion Torrent starting? Either way my day is ruined

[teamroscoes]

et pas de marion torrent let's gooo

[glimmerofawesome]

[hello-paralyzed-world]

MHSC really was the coolest team

[futfemdaily]

France National Team celebrate during the UEFA Women’s Euro 2022 Qualifier match between North Macedonia and France at Toše Proeski National Arena on September 22, 2020 in Skopje, North Macedonia. (Photo by Robert Atanasovski/AFP)

[fangirlingoveruu]

My little French pomme de terre please be okay

[the-necessary-unnecessary]

Do you know if Marion Torrent has signed a new contract with MHS? I though she was out of contract in 2020 and I haven’t seen any news about renewal but she’s the image for the new kit so I guess she’s staying 🤔 I got my hopes up that Barça would realise we need another reliable RB because Marta is 30 and can’t play 50 games...

hmmm I haven’t heard much about either about neither a contract renewal nor any other signing. If she’s on all their kit campaigns then I’d imagine she’s staying, she’s Montpellier through and through after all.

And Barça signing more defensive players than is absolutely necessary for them to hopefully not collapse mid game half way through the season??? What kind of utopia do you think we live in lol

[amelmajrii]

France vs Serbia - Lineup

Allez les bleues ❤️

[football-hqs]

[majris]

[reborn-from-your-ashes]

Torrent makes me a nervous, I feel like she loses the ball often?

She does and the games against Brazil and the USA during the World Cup are good examples for that... She's late on some of the actions, giving space to the opponent and letting them go past her. It happened too many times in those two games and it did a lot of damage.