#Perrie voss

[chrisnaustin]

If only I were she!

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#NowWatching Letters To Satan Claus (2020) 🎄📝😈

“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎.”

[howdydarling]

ELI'S MAN LIST.

Long post. Super long post. Super super long. Almost certainly not complete, but I ran outta steam like halfway through, so this is what you get.

IRL MEN. → men i would currently let absolutely wreck me

Ted Raimi - i do not have a single limit or boundary that i would not break for this man.

Lance Henriksen

Josh Brolin

Oscar Isaac

Jason Momoa

Christoph Waltz

→ men i have formerly been interested in who could probs still get it

Jeff Bridges

Robert Knepper

Andrew Scott

David Anders

Zachary Quinto

Leonard Nimoy (if he were still alive)

Karl Urban

DeForrest Kelley (if he were still alive)

Gaspard Ulliel

Paul Bettany

Adam Driver

Domhnall Gleeson

→ men i would probably fuck but not necessarily bc of the usual reasons

Tim Curry

Willem DaFoe

The Skarsgårds

Jack Black

FICTIONAL MEN.

→ SHOWS

→→ Outer Range

Royal Abbott

Perry Abbott

Rhett Abbott

Wayne Tillerson (it'd be a really weird fuck, i know it in my heart)

Billy Tillerson

Luke Tillerson

→→ Doctor Who

The Doctor (Nine / Ten)

The Master

→→ BBC Sherlock

Jim Moriarty

→→ Firefly

Hoban Washburne

Jayne Cobb

Simon Tam

→→ Torchwood

Owen Harper

Jack Harkness

→→ Heroes

Gabriel Gray / Sylar

Adam Monroe / Takezo Kensei

Peter Petrelli

Samuel Sullivan

Edgar

→→ Dollhouse

Alpha

→→ Star Trek (TOS)

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock

→→ The Walking Dead

Negan Smith

The Governor

Darryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

→ MOVIES

→→ Tron

CLU 2.0

Rinzler

Kevin Flynn

Alan Bradley

→→ Jurassic Park (franchise)

Robert Muldoon

Ian Malcolm

→→ Zombieland

Tallahassee

→→ Star Trek (NuTrek)

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock

Khan

→→ Priest

Black Hat

Ivan Isaacs ("Priest")

→→ Dredd

Dredd

Madeline "Ma-Ma" Madrigal (Mama's not a man but she could get it)

→→ Pacific Rim

Herc Hansen

Stacker Pentecost

Newton "Newt" Geiszler

Hermann Gottlieb

The Kaidanovskys

Hannibal Chau

→→ Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

→→ Alien (franchise)

Bishop

David 8

Walter

Dwayne Hicks Xenomorph

→→ The Lego Movie

Good Cop/Bad Cop

→→ Guardians of the Galaxy

Yondu Udonta

Kraglin

→→ Star Wars (franchise)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han Solo

Cassian Andor

Poe Dameron

Phasma (again, not a man, but Oh Boy)

Qui-Gon Jinn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

K-2S0

Tobias Beckett

Dryden Voss

Literally any Stormtrooper (not just the clones)

Any/all of the Knights of Ren

→→ Legend

Ronnie Kray

Reggie Kray

→→ The Devil's Carnival

Lucifer

The Agent

→→ Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Hector Barbossa

Davy Jones

James Norrington

William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner

→→ Labyrinth

Jareth, the Goblin King

→→ Ferngully

Hexxus

→→ James Bond (franchise)

Raoul Silva

James Bond/007 (Daniel Craig)

Ernst Stavro Blofeld

→→ Inglourious Basterds

...am I allowed to say Hans Landa? Hans Landa.

Sgt. Donny Donowitz

Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

Marcel

→→ The Black Phone

Albert Shaw (look, sorry, don't @ me please)

→→ Scream (franchise)

Ghostface (but like?? the concept of him, rather than any particular actual iteration of him)

Dwight "Dewey" Riley

→→ Venom (franchise)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Cletus Kasady

→→ Dune (2021)

Gurney Halleck Leto Atreides Duncan Idaho Stilgar

→ GAMES

→→ Final Fantasy X/X-2

Auron Jecht Seymour Guado Shuyin Baralai Nooj Gippal Isaaru

→→ Final Fantasy XV

Ignus Scientia Ardyn Izunia Gladiolus Amicitia Regis Lucis Caelum Clarus Amicitia Bahamut

→→ Resident Evil VIII: Village

Karl Heisenberg Sturm Soldats Lycans Varcolac Urias Brothers

→→ Kingdom Hearts (franchise)

Axel

→→ Borderlands (franchise)

Mordecai Handsome Jack Fl4k Zer0 Krieg

→→ Boyfriend to Death (franchise)

Strade Lawrence Oleander

→→ The Price of Flesh

Mason Derek The Auctioneer Jack Komodo Dragon Machete The Demon The Lich

→→ Overwatch

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76) Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) Reinhardt Wilhelm (Reinhardt) Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) Cole Cassidy

→→ The Quarry

Travis Hackett Jedediah Hackett Chris Hackett

→→ Fortnite

The Jonesy Collective Midas

→→ Left 4 Dead

Bill Overbeck The Hunter The Smoker

→→ Dragon Age (franchise)

Zevran Anders Fenris Alistair Iron Bull Krem Samson Solas Varric Hawke Cole

→→ Death Stranding

Heartman Higgs Deadman Sam Cliff

→→ Fallout 4

John Hancock Nick Valentine

→→ Detroit: Become Human

Hank Anderson Connor Gavin Reed Nines Simon Ralph Karl Manfred

→ BOOKS

→→ Star Wars

Sinjir Rath Velus Cardinal

→→ Shade's Children

Shade

→→ InkHeart

Dustfinger

→→ A Darker Shade of Magic

Holland Astrid & Athos Dane

→→ Dune

Everyone included in the movie list, plus: Shaddam IV Hasimir Fenring

→ ANIME

→→ Naruto

Gaara Zabuza Sasori Deidara Itachi Kakashi Iruka Kabuto Kisame Shikimaru Kankuro

→→ Trinity Blood

Isaak Fernand von Kampfer Dietrich von Lohengrin Abel Nightroad Cain Nightroad Radu Barvon Leon Garcia de Asturias Tres Iques Hugue de Watteau

→→ Hellsing

Alucard Pip Bernadotte Father Anderson

→→ Loveless

Soubi

[faye-marsay]

Faye Marsay as The One | Avocado Toast the Series - Ep4 Homo Milk

[border2borderentertainment]

AVOCADO TOAST THE SERIES is set to make its official world premiere May 18th, 2020 on OUTtvGO (Canada), Amazon (USA, UK), TelloFilms.com, HighballTV.com and OUTfilm.pl (Poland).

Toronto, ON – March 30, 2020

OUTtvGO introduces its brand-new and highly-anticipated sex comedy Avocado Toast the series following the story of two millennial friends, Molly and Elle, who are forced to learn about their parents’ new sexcapades after coming out and a divorce. The show is set to make its worldwide premiere May 18th, 2020 on OUTtv’s digital platform OUTtvGO (Canada), Vimeoand…

[annabelleandjonbrotp]

Jonny Sims will really ask why the fandom loves his evil, murder characters so much like.... bro did you ever listen to your own band's songs?

[usnatarchives]

NARA gif from "Your National Archives" NARA ID 12065.

Happy #National BOOK Lovers Day! By Miriam Kleiman, Public Affairs

Happy #NationalBookLoversDay to our many literary fans ! Of course, here at the Archives we're all HUGE fans of the written word! Here are some of our favorite literary holdings.

Mary Poppins of books? ALA WWI Campaign for Books, NY Public Library, NARA ID 17342827.

#ErnestHemingway’s 1923 passport photo!

Kids and books - a perfect match! See also: National School Librarian Day!

NARA gif online here, from NARA ID 52738.

Children check out books at the Benjamin Franklin Library, NARA ID 23932426.

Books in SPACE! Astronaut Janice Voss reads “A Man on the Moon” while exercising on an ergometer on the middeck of Endeavour, Orbiter Vehicle (OV) 105.

#JamesBaldwin and #MarlonBrando at the March on Washington.

NARA gif from "Your National Archives" NARA ID 12065.

Edgar Allan Poe's enlistment document! Poe joined the Army at the age of 18 using a false name, Edgar Perry, and a false age (22)!

Cautionary Tale: “The Day the Books Went Blank” If books are banned will the pages go blank?  That’s the outcome dramatized in this 1961 USIA film of a mythical day when all printed pages go blank and libraries vanish.

NARA gif, NARA ID 52738.

More online:

7 Photos for People Who Love Books, Pieces of History post by former NARA intern extraordinaire Brooke Engerman.

Books, Boots & Bridles: The Packhorse Librarians

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2021 | Canada | English no matter what the next step is let it be forward let it be action "Starring in and directing their own razor-sharp script, the Toronto team of Khadijah Roberts-Abdullah and Araya Mengesha play twins trying to navigate their own, and each other’s, complex responses to both the lockdown and the fight for racial justice during the long hot summer of 2020." Production Company: 2Skins Entertainment, Incognito Ave IG: @2.skins, @incognito.ave Director-Writer-Producer: Khadijah Roberts-Abdullah, Araya Mengesha IG: @defund_film, @djpaulydij, @callmemistertibbs Director of Photography-Editor-Producer: J Stevens IG: @the_j_stevens Cast Brother - Araya Mengesha Sister - Khadijah Roberts-Abdullah Voice of Karen - Vivien Endicott-Douglass Voice of Cece - Getenesh Berhe Voice of Nickeshia - Nickeshia Garrick Samson - Richard Lam Patrick - Anand Rajaram And Karen Robinson as the voice of Mom Crew Music Composer: Denise De’ion Sound Editor: Derek Macaulay Colourist: AJ McClauchlin Assistant Camera-Grip: Perrie Voss Production Assistant: Jennah Foster-Catlack Songs “The Conversation” Produced by: Denise De’ion “Still Here” Written by: Adey Mulugeta & Ashton Francis Produced by: Troy Hawkins & Jake Monir Performed by: Dey & Ashton Francis “Come and See” Written by: Joseph Njoku & Krys Njoku Produced by: Xpress aka DJ XP Performed by: EverythingOShauN From the Album: Maybe It’s Nothing, Maybe It’s Everything Courtesy of: GSX Music “Give Me Air” Written by: Ashton Francis & Courtney Taylor Produced by: Landscape Engineered by: Franz GK Performed by: Ashton Francis & Courtney Taylor From the EP: Tha II Piece: Expression I Courtesy of: What Matters Most “3:17” Produced by: Denise De’ion

[firefly-fez]

Sunset

A Wrath of Midea flashback fanfiction, detailing the last meeting of Vanora Stitchsmith, and her long-lost love, Gwaine Voss.

Gwaine stood gathering his courage outside Vanora’s window. 

He was leaving for the army first thing tomorrow, and he’d been planning how he would spend this last day with Vanora for weeks. It was finally here, but he was distracted by something his mother had said to him earlier.

“If you have feelings for Vanora, you need to tell her before you leave.”

Her words threw him completely off-guard. Honestly, he had no clue where his mother got the idea from.

He tried to put the interaction out of his mind.

Vanora sat in the house, reading a book. There was a gentle knock at the window. It was only a small cutaway from the wall, with no glass pane to give shelter from the outside, only a fabric curtain to provide privacy. 

She put her book down when she heard the knock.

“Hey, ‘Nora, it’s me. Come outside.” 

“Gwaine?” She spoke in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the rest of her family. Only her parents were around, finishing up their tea at the tiny dining table in the corner of the small home. Freya was out with Terry and Perry. It was only late afternoon, but a gentle lull had settled over their home, and she didn’t want to dispel it. She drew back the curtain, revealing a ruggedly handsome young man of seventeen with an energetic charm about him. He had olive skin, messy brown hair and warm dark eyes. She smiled when she saw him.

“I got a present for you.”  He lifted up a small woven basket, the contents of which were hidden by a lavender-coloured cloth. The muscles in his arms were supple, well-toned from his training to prepare for the army. Still smiling, she crossed by the table where her parents sat and went to meet him outside.

As she walked past, Balinor raised an eyebrow at Alice. 

“They’re not…?” He asked, letting the question trail off in the air.

“No. Not yet.” She replied, a sly smile playing across her lips.

Balinor gave a small chuckle.

Outside, Vanora joined Gwaine and with a dramatic flair he lifted off the lavender cloth, revealing the supplies for their picnic: one small loaf of freshly baked bread, a handful of strawberries and a small square parcel, about the book she’d just been reading. It was wrapped neatly in its own bright yellow cloth and tied up with a ribbon. 

“That, my dear Nora,” he said, noticing her expression of curiosity, “is my most special parting gift.” His eyes danced as he spoke of it. “But I shall wait to reveal what it is when our picnic has begun.”

Watching on through the window, Vanora’s parents couldn’t help smiling at each other as they witnessed the young couple.

“You want to revise your earlier statement?” Balinor whispered.

Alice just smiled slyly back at him. “I remember when you used to look at me like that.” She teased, matching his volume.

“Excuse me? Used to? Don’t I shower you with enough thoughtful gifts anymore?” He smiled, crossing over to sit with his wife on the other side of the table. He kissed her, then put his arms around her and they watched their daughter through the window.

Alice ran her hand up and down gently over her husband’s arm. “She grew up so fast, didn’t she?”

He squeezed her tightly in affirmation.

Oblivious to her parent’s remarks, Vanora stood examining her best friend’s gift with a warm glow in her heart. When she looked up at him, he seemed uncharacteristically nervous. An expression of concern crossed her face. “Are you okay?” She asked, gently.

In truth, Gwaine was nervous – he was trying not to think about the conversation he had with his mother.

Her words echoed through his mind again: “If you have feelings for Vanora, you need to tell her before you leave.” 

He didn’t, of course. He was sure of it. His whole life would be different tomorrow, of course he was nervous! It had nothing to do with her. 

Nothing to do with the feeling of her hand on his as he held the basket. 

Nothing to do with the intensity of her gaze as she studied his face. 

Nothing at all. 

“Gwaine?” Vanora looked at him with concern.

“I’m okay.” He said, in a gentle tone. “just – going to miss home, is all.” He was chickening out with his answer, and he knew she could tell. “I thought we’d go to our usual spot.” He said, taking a step back and offering out his hand. “Unless you want your parents to keep spying on us.” He looked to the window, where Vanora’s parents were not-so-stealthily watching on. Vanora followed his gaze. She rolled her eyes at her parents’ antics.

Alice was leaning her head on her husband’s chest, hiding her laughter with her hand. “Busted,’ she whispered, so only her husband could hear. 

Balinor got up from his position and, shooting a wink at his wife as he passed her, walked over to the window. “Guilty as charged,” he said, apologetically. He looked at his eldest daughter, trying to gauge how serious things were between her and Gwaine. They seemed friendly. She didn’t seem flustered or embarrassed at being observed. Vanora was always pretty upfront with them, and he trusted her. Plus, Gwaine was a good kid. He looked at the two of them for a moment. If this was a date, he didn’t think either of them knew it. He addressed Gwaine when he spoke.

“You’re going on a picnic?”

“Yes, sir.” Gwaine replied. Balinor supressed a smile at Gwaine’s formality. Sir? He thought. Since when am I sir?

“And you’ll bring her home before dark?”

“Yes.”

Balinor couldn’t help himself. “Yes…?” He prompted. Out of Gwaine’s view, Alice rolled her eyes at her husband, trying to keep her laughter quiet.

“Yes sir.” He half expected Gwaine to salute. He fought back the urge to laugh. 

“Alright. Have fun.” He smiled at them both, before drawing back the curtain across the window, giving them their privacy. Alice slapped his arm lightly, scolding him for how he hazed Gwaine. 

‘Don’t tease him like that,” she said, with a smile.

“I couldn’t help it,” he replied, laughing to himself. “Did you see the look on his face?”

Alice sobered up for a moment. “Do you really think they’re…?”

He pulled his wife into an embrace. “That will be up to them, my love.” He kissed her head, and hoped his daughter was happy.

She was happy, at present. Once the curtain was drawn across the window, she took Gwaine’s hand and he guided her towards the snowdrop field. They didn’t talk much on the way, just walked together, hand in hand, each trying to soak up as much of the other’s presence before he left the next day.

They had both come, over the years, to think of the snowdrop “field” as their little hidey hole. This is where they came to make their blankets most winters, this is where they met each other after the events of the day, this is where he held her when he was afraid she’d lost her father, and this is where she coaxed him out of his shell whenever he tried to hide how the toll of their too-stressful lives weighed most heavily on him.

It was a small and unknown hideaway, away from the main streets with no view of the shanty houses they called home. It was just at the edge of the woods, where flowers grew all around them, and the gentle bubble of the Rakuna river gave a calm air. The flowers, snowdrops, speckled the grass. It was a pretty little area, but nothing spectacular. It was simple and small and calm. It wasn’t particularly picturesque or breathtaking – the only sight that could steal Gwaine’s breath here was the smile of the girl in front of him.

She was paying attention to the flowers that grew in the area, trying to lay their picnic blanket down in an area where they wouldn’t be crushed. He took in the sight of her, trying to capture the moment in his mind.

“Are you going to help?” She gestured to the picnic equipment that needed to be set up, not that there was all that much to be presented. 

“Sorry,” he said, and helped her lay out what was, for them, anyway, a banquet’s worth of food. A single loaf of home-baked bread, a handful of strawberries, and a small, neatly wrapped parcel. She gave a small laugh at his distracted mind. 

“Are you going to tell me what that is?” She asked, gesturing to the parcel.

He picked it up and held it out to her. “See for yourself,” he said.

She took it, and he watched with anticipation as she opened the gift. She took off the wrapping, exposing a small container and removed the lid to reveal – her jaw dropped in wonder – real honeycomb.

She looked up at him in shock. “How did you – “

“Took me a while.” He ran his hand through his hair nervously. “Made a deal with one of the local farmers. In exchange for three days manual labour, he – “

“Three days? Just for me? I – “ 

She looked down at the gift again, speechless. 

When she looked up again, she smiled at him, when the warmth of her smile lit up her eyes, the earth lost all gravity.

The weightless feeling in his stomach knocked the breath out of him, and for a moment all he could pay attention to were her bright green eyes. 

“If you have feelings for Vanora, you need to tell her before you leave.”

His mother’s words echoed through his mind again. But he didn’t. He was sure of it.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” He suddenly noticed Vanora had taken a step closer and put her hand on his chest. He hoped she wouldn’t notice how fast his heart was beating. He tried to push his mother’s words out of his mind. He didn’t. He was… a little less sure of it than he was a second ago.

Vanora seemed to search his face for a reason to explain his uneasiness. Then, she hugged him. “I was saying thank you,” she said, gently.

He wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to hold her as tightly as he could. Her embrace grounded him. The world slowed down as he held her. He dismissed his mother’s words echoing around in his mind – this felt familiar. He felt the same way about Vanora as he always had. 

Vanora pulled away a little to study his face – she held him by his shoulders, and his hands rested on her waist. He liked being close to her. He wondered when she’d be this close to him again. THe very thought made his world feel a little bit darker.

“Hey,” she spoke softly, “what’s wrong?” 

Without even thinking about it, he ran his hand through her hair and cupped her cheek. It wasn’t until he felt her stiffen slightly under his touch that he realised his mistake. Oh crap, he thought. She probably thinks you’re trying to kiss her. He was just about to pull his hand away when she placed hers over it and tilted her head, leaning in to the touch. “Tell me what’s bothering you,” she insisted. He hesitated for a moment. 

He stepped back, towards their picnic. She maintained her hold on his hand. She didn’t want to let him go. 

“What’s bothering me, dear Nora, is that the sun has begun to set and our beautiful feast will go to waste unless we commence our supper now.” He spoke with his usual charismatic flair – which is a tactic he often used to disguise his sadness. It was an act, and she could see straight through it. 

He sat down, and gestured for her to join him. She did, but she seemed downhearted. He hated seeing her this sad. 

They sat side by side and watched the fading sun. While they ate, he relayed the story of how he convinced the farmer to give him the honey, in his usual larger-than-life way. She watched him sadly as he spoke. She wondered how long it would be before she saw him again. The very thought made her world feel a little bit colder. 

When Gwaine finished his enchanting tale, his face fell when he saw the sadness in her eyes. He sat back down next to her and took her hand. “That story was supposed to make you smile.”

She looked like she was trying not to cry. “It’s just… you went to all this effort for me.”

He didn’t quite know what to say to that. She shivered in the cold. He put his arm around her. “Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t think to bring a blanket.” She put his arms around his waist, and bit her lip, fighting back tears. The sight of her sadness was a weight on his chest. He couldn’t bear it.

He stood up, and held out his hand to her. “Dance with me.” She hesitated. She looked at him with uncertainty, caught a little off guard. “It’ll warm you up.” She got up and took his hand. He entwined his fingers with her and lifted up her other hand to place it on his shoulder. He took a step closer and – trying to ignore the way his heartbeat raced when he did so - placed his left hand on the small of her back. She held her breath when he did so, and he was worried he was making her uncomfortable. “Is this okay?” He asked.

She nodded. She looked about as nervous as he felt. But she mostly looked sad, and he knew why. The sun was getting lower with every passing minute. Bright orange streaks lit up the sky, but they wouldn’t last much longer. 

He led her into a slow waltz, and they settled into a comfortable pace before he decided to shake things up a bit. He gradually increased the impressiveness of each manoeuvre, spinning her around and doing every wild and dramatic move he could think of. The end result was a pretty sloppy-looking dance, but it made her laugh, and that was precisely the point.

“How did you get so good at this?” She asked.

“Believe it or not, Nora, a swashbuckler must be light on their feet in battle, which requires good balance and hand-eye coordination. Dancing is… a surprisingly effective way to hone those particular skills.”

“Fair enough.”

“Besides, a dance is a long-standing tradition in ways for a soldier to say –“ he cut himself off, not wanting to say that word -  “…to do before parting ways with the people he cares about.”

“Is it now?”

“Oh yes, I researched the various ways to say – “  again, he couldn’t say it. “…to ease the parting of ways quite extensively.”

She chuckled. She took a moment to focus on properly keeping pace with the dance. She wasn’t quite as naturally light on her feet as he was. “So,” she looked up again, “What were the other ways?”

“Number one,” he twirled her around, looking her up and down as her skirt swirled around her as they danced, “organise a time for you and your…“  - he scrambled for an alternative to ‘loved one’ - “…chosen person to spend together before you leave.”

He spun her back towards him, and returned his hand to her waist. “Number two,” he continued, “do something special for her, that she might remember your generous nature.” Her eyes wandered over his shoulder, towards the honeycomb.

“Number three,” she rested her head against his chest, “give her a rose as a reminder of your affection.”

He ran his hand gently up and down the small of her back. “Number four,” he rested his chin on her head and whispered gently to her, “dance with her, that you might have an opportunity to say everything you need to say.”

“Number five,” he ran his hand up her back to her shoulder and used the support it gave him to dip her. There he was, standing over her in the fading sun in a field of flowers, his face inches away from hers. Their eyes met. Her eyes were such a brilliant, bright shade of green. If the light in her eyes were the only light in all the world, he thought, it would be enough. 

She squeezed his hand. “What’s number five?” she prompted. 

“…Give her one last kiss before you leave.” He looked away before he spoke, lifted her back up to a standing position and stepped away, holding her only by her hands. He cleared his throat. “It was at that point I realised the list was intended for one’s girlfriend, and not just…” he scrambled for the right word – “…anyone,” he finished, lamely.

“What do you mean, ‘just anyone’?” she replied, in mock offense.

He laughed. “Sorry. The list was intended for one’s romantic partner, and not…” he took a deep breath, “one’s most trusted and valued friend.”

“That’s better. But, I mean, really?” She looked at him dubiously. 

A lightning bolt went through his heart. Was she saying that they weren’t…

“Nothing tipped you off before that point?”

Oh, right. The list.

“Hey,” he said, defensively, “everything on that list, excluding the kiss, is a perfectly reasonable thing to do with a friend.”

She crossed her arms in disagreement. “Really? Even the rose?”

“I give you flowers all the time,” he objected.

“Right, but there’s a big difference between a snowdrop and a rose, Gwaine.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Is there?” 

“Roses represent love, everyone knows that.” She shook her head in exasperation. 

“…so, what does a snowdrop represent?” 

She looked to the flowers in the field they stood in. “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “They always remind me of you.” 

She turned back to face him. Now that they’d stopped moving, she felt the cold of the impending night settling in once again. She drew her arms close to her chest and shivered. Gwaine knew that the correct thing for a respectable gentleman to do in such a situation is to give the lady his jacket, but he wasn’t wearing one. So, he drew her into a hug instead and rubbed his hand up and down against her bare arms to generate warmth.

“I know what’s on your mind, you know. Why you’re so uneasy around me tonight.” 

Her words were like a punch to his stomach. Did she know what Minelda had said? Did she take more note of her parents watching them through the window than he thought? 

“All of this,” she gestured to the picnic. “You’re trying to say it… without saying it.”

When she met his gaze, understanding clicked. A lump formed in his throat. 

Vanora stepped toward him and put her hand on his chest. She took a deep breath, trying to be brave. “I – “ her voice cracked. She looked down and took another breath to steady her rising emotions. The only warmth she felt in all the evening came from his presence. The light was fading fast. She looked up at him, her bright eyes brimmed with tears. 

“I am trying to be supportive,” she said, struggling to keep her voice even. “You’re - you’re trying to do a good thing.” She pressed her lips together to keep them from quivering. “But it’ll be easier for me to let you go if you say it.” 

She took in the gentle glow of his deep brown eyes. If the warmth in his eyes was the only warmth in all the world, she thought, it would be enough.

He rubbed his thumb across her cheek to wipe her tears away. He owed her this, he knew it, but he couldn’t get the words past the lump in his throat. 

He stepped away and did a little turn on the spot, to orient himself towards the flowers. “I am coming back, you know.” He picked a flower and looked at it for a moment. He walked back over to her, holding her by the waist. “As surely as a snowdrop blooms every winter, you will see me again.”

“But what if – “ 

“Don’t even say that. I’ll be okay, I – “

“You can’t promise that, Gwaine.” Tears streamed down her face. Hot tears were stinging his eyes, too. 

He tucked the flower behind her ear. 

She ran her hand through his hair and held his cheek, doing anything to touch him, anything to hold on to his warmth in the fading light. 

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice breaking, “say it.”

Tears streamed down his face. He took a step closer, now close enough to her that their noses were almost touching – but she didn’t stiffen under his intimacy like she did before. Her hand was on the back of his neck now, tugging him closer. 

Vanora’s heart was beating so fast by now she half expected him to be able to hear it. She didn’t care. This was a whole magnitude of intimacy greater than she was used to them being, but here and now, on the cold evening of their last day together, she needed it. She liked being close to him.

They held their gaze for one intense moment – he gazed longingly at the light in her eyes and she at the warmth in his, before Gwaine closed the last distance between them, by pressing his forehead to hers. 

He was going to miss her light.

She was going to miss his warmth.

He could feel fresh tears streaming down his face. He swallowed and took a deep breath. She was right. He needed to say it.

She squeezed her eyes tight shut, sending a fresh bout of tears flooding over.

He sniffled and cleared his throat. Standing there, his forehead against hers, closer than he’d ever held her before, he managed to summon the strength he needed to say the words.

“Goodbye, Nora.”

She choked back a sob.

“Goodbye, Gwaine.”

Back at the house, Vanora’s parents had the cloth that passed for a door open so they could keep an eye out for their daughter’s return. It was almost dark, and the young couple would miss their curfew if they were out much longer.

Soon enough, Alice and Balinor could hear their daughter’s voice, speaking gently with Gwaine. They were walking hand in hand, Gwaine carrying their now empty picnic basket in his free hand. They stopped when they arrived at the doorway, Vanora gave him one last, sad smile and Gwaine placed the basket down.

It was dark out – the sun was dying. 

They embraced, held tightly onto one another in one last, lingering hug.

When she let him go, the sun was gone.

[chrisnaustin]

If only I were she!

[misternikola]

Happy #NationalBookLoversDay to all our literary fans out there! Here at the Archives, We’re very shelf-aware of our love of all written records! To celebrate this wonderful day, here’s a look at some of our favorite literary holdings!

As all lovers of fiction know, a good book can transport you to other lands. And speaking of literary travels, here’s #ErnestHemingway’s 1923 passport photo.

Nothing warms our hearts more than seeing young people having fun in libraries! Here’s a 1940’s photo of children checking out books from the Benjamin Franklin Library.

Sometimes all you need is a great book and a little space. No one knows this quite like Astronaut Janice Voss! Here she is enjoying “A Man on the Moon” while exercising on an ergometer on the middeck of Endeavour, Orbiter Vehicle (OV) 105.

It wouldn’t be a proper #NationBookLoversDay celebration without highlighting some of our favorite American authors. Here’s a photo of #JamesBaldwin and #MarlonBrando at the Civil Rights March on Washington.

To all the Edgar Allan Poe fans, this one’s for you! Here’s a look at Poe’s enlistment documents.

Poe joined the Army at the age of 18 in Boston. This enlistment paper shows that he used a false name, Edgar Perry, and a false age, adding four years to his real age. The paper also described him as being 5 feet 8 inches tall, with brown hair, gray eyes, and a fair complexion.

[bellabooks]

New webseries “Avocado Toast” explores the misadventures of two millennial women and their parents

Avocado Toast. Creamy. Crunchy. Divisive. The popular brunch item has become synonymous with millennial culture and the disconnection between them and older generations. (The subject harkens back to an interview in 2017 with an Australian Tim Gurner, suggesting that millennials are too busy spending money on small luxuries like avocado toast and lattes, and not saving like previous generations. His opinion has been heavily debated, especially with millennials saddled with a job market and opportunities that are less ideal than their parents’ generation.) When creators Heidi Lynch and Perrie Voss decided to create a comedy webseries where two millennial women went head to head with their Boomer parents, the name Avocado Toast seemed particularly apt. The series is described as “an intergenerational sex comedy exploring the comforts… and awkwardness of sex,” and we see this all through the eyes of Molly (Lynch), a bisexual school teacher who isn’t out to her parents, and Elle (Voss), a businesswoman who is tired of being in the shadow of her mother, who happens to be her boss. When Molly’s dating profile is discovered by her students, she decides it’s time to come out to her mother. What she doesn’t expect, is to find out her parents are in an open marriage. Elle, on the other hand, is crushed when she finds out her parents are getting a divorce and her mother is having an affair with a much younger man. With more than her share of hurt feelings and frustration, she plots to steal the company out from under her mother. Sex is never easy to talk about with your parents (trust me as someone whose mother just read her romance novel) but it is a part of life, something that becomes much more evident as we shift into adulthood ourselves and start seeing our parents as humans and vice versa. For the full Avocado Toast trailer, click here to go to their Facebook page. In the meanwhile here’s a little tast of Avocado Toast.     Subscribe to Avocado Toast on Youtube to be the first to know when the series drops. http://dlvr.it/R0DCWh

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Belynda Bond and Hannah Klinedinst Steal the Spotlight in the $5,000 USHJA National Hunter Derby to Close out the Bluegrass Festival Horse Show

Lexington, Ky. – Aug. 21, 2022 – Hunter competition continued early Sunday morning in the Alltech Arena with the $5,000 USHJA National Hunter Derby at the Bluegrass Festival Horse Show. A competitive field of 53 junior, amateur and professional riders took center stage to ride for top honors in their respective categories. Due to the large number of horse-and-athlete pairs in the class, it was split into a professional section and junior/amateur section. Not to be outshined by the elite hunter competition that took place this week, Belynda Bond and aboard Norderney took the blue in the professional section, while Hannah Klinedinst with Oyster Bay topped the junior/amateur section.

Belynda Bond & Norderney

Each horse-and-rider combination tried their hand at Joe Carnicom’s (USA) first round course that included a long strided bending line to a two-stride combination and four chances to jump a high option fence. The top 12 high scoring riders were then called back to contest for the win over a handy-hunter course for the opportunity to flaunt their horses ability to maintain a traditional hunter cadence while also making roll back turns and coming down to the trot for one obstacle. In the end, Bond and Klinedinst presented the most impressive hunter rounds to ultimately win the judge over and secure their blue ribbons.

Belynda Bond & Norderney

Bond and Norderney, the 17-year-old Hanoverian mare owned by Gesture LLC, were unphased by the pressure, taking to the Alltech like a seasoned, accomplished hunter duo. Bond guided the mare to great success in the professional section as she made all of the handy roll back turns and demonstrated a textbook, composed effort at the trot jump. The familiar pair caught the judges eye taking all of the high options and earned high scores of 89 points and 87 points to a total of 176.5 points overall to clinch the win by just a .5 point.

Hannah Klinedinst & Oyster Bay

Klinedinst and the 7-year-old Holsteiner gelding owned by Equestrian Closet LLC, Oyster Bay, proved that they were a force to be reckoned with in the junior/amateur section. The duo spent the entire winter season together at the Winter Equestrian Festival [Wellington, FL] and paved the way for their success this summer. Klinedinst has ridden the gelding to great confidence as they have moved up the ranks. Demonstrating experience beyond his years, Oyster Bay stunned the judge and earned the highest score of the day with jumping scores of 92 points and 91.5 points, to earn an overall score of 183.5 points including all four high options.

Hannah Klinedinst & Oyster Bay

Competition at the Bluegrass Festival Horse Show will conclude on Sunday evening. The Kentucky Horse Park will see horse show action beginning again on Wednesday, August 24th, with the KHJA Horse Show.

Results

$5,000 USHJA National Hunter Derby Junior/Amater 

Place / Horse / Rider / Score 1. Oyster Bay / Hannah Linedinst / 183.5 2. Surely / Cecelia Perry / 175 3. Munich / Stella Wasserman / 174 4. Quatero / Caroline Olsen / 171 5. Breaking News / Catherine Castle / 165.75 6. River Street / Helen Voss / 164.5 7. Peroni / Gabrielle Young / 154.24 8. Constantin / Anna Koenig / 150 9. Dreamland / Lexi Selldorff / 139.5 10. Tiesto / Cecelia Perry / 137

$5,000 USHJA National Hunter Derby Professional

Place / Horse / Rider / Score 1. Norderney / Belynda Bond / 176.5 2. Enzo W / Jeff Gogul / 176 3. Sinmigo Dos / Marisa Metzger / 174.5 4. Santana / Belynda Bond / 171 5. No Doubt / Jeff Gogul / 170 6. Wherewithal / Colin Syquia / 165.6 7. Incognito VDL / Ashley March / 165 8. MTM All In / Morgan Knochel / 164.5 9. Who Dat / Alexandra Ansteth / 164 10. Casino 71 / Nicholas Lopes / 155

[thestageyshelf]

SOLD 🎭 Road Show @ Union Theatre 2016 (#119)

Title: Road Show

Venue: Union Theatre

Year: 2016

Condition: Good condition

Author: Music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Book by John Weidman

Director: Phil Willmott

Choreographer: Thomas Michael Voss

Cast: Howard Jenkins, Andre Refig, Steve Watts, Cathryn Sherman, Joshua LeClair, Cameron Hay, Amy Perry, Amy Reitsma, Phil Sealey, Laura Jade Clark, Damain Robinson, Sam Sugarman, Alexander McMorran, Jonny Rust, Christina Thornton

FIND ON EBAY HERE

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OUTtvGO orders Avocado Toast the series

OUTtvGO orders Avocado Toast the series

Production is underway on season 1 of the new millennial/baby boomer comedy, Avocado Toast the series in Toronto, Ontario. The webseries is set to launch on the digital platform OUTtvGo.com in Canada, New Zealand, Australia, India and South Africa in 2020.

WHAT’S AVOCADO TOAST the series ABOUT?

Ever wonder about your parents’ sex life? Neither did Molly and Elle until coming out and a…

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How do your OCs rank cats vs dogs?

NBC Universe-

Hope Cerridwen Turner: either, I’ve never had pets before. It would be cool to have one.

Ciaran Patrick O’Connor: bit more of a dog person, I like the way they play fetch

Reddina Leeyan: umm something fireproof would be better

Dimitri Nikolai Romanov: yeah, I’ll probably just kill a pet, so no

Rayne Ilianna: I love dogs, but I love cats too. Sorry can’t choose.

Lucas John Anderson: dogs, I love dogs.

Jackqueline Anne Perry (Jacks): cats 1000%

Thain Reid Marks: I don’t have a preference. Jacks likes cats so cats.

Suma Meskhenet Khalil: Of course I’m going to say cats, I’m like a giant cat myself.

Alexander Calimero Gallo: They’re both nice, but some cats make me nervous.

Thanatos Aston Voss: No

Chayne Ren Labelle: Than! Ugh, don’t mind him. I like dogs, specifically big dogs.

Amarantha Esmeree MacKenzie: Snakes

Belynda Solanina Hall: Snakes for me too!

Ursa Cyrene Summers: I have a cat, Luna. but dogs are wonderful, I just couldn’t support one in my small shop with nowhere to walk it.

Maithe Arthur Osborne: Dogs, and we’ll work on it, Ursa.

Miyu Yuki Shin: Cats, big fluffy ones, or the type with six toes.

Wade Brandt Raeburn: There are cats with six toes? Weird. I don’t really care, whatever works for Miyu.

Roger van Stratton: they’re both delicious

Through a Hawk’s Eyes-

Arrow: Cats but honestly we don’t see them much here. The Forest is home to a few cougars but they keep to themselves

Grey: Me? Take care of a pet? No thank you.