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Thank You @BluesFestGuide for the "Women Rock Day" JAN 3rd #shoutout including myself 💫... Memphis Minnie, Sister Rosetta Thorpe, Etta James, Big Mama Thornton, Janis Joplin & modern artist Joanna Connor, Susan Tedeschi, Danielle Nicole, Ana Popovic, Joanne Shaw Taylor, ( & more) THANKYOU @richard_blondy your photo made the #WomenRock Day #shoutout #concertphoto 🎤 #RockOn Richard if you love photos check his #DetroitRockCity images. This shot from @soaringeagleartsbeatseats 💥#Womenwhorock #Rocksinger #Bluessinger #SoulSinger #Musiclover #letsgo #letloose #rocknroll

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RED3LICTE Collage couture 4 a good cause

(Wren by Alice Neale and Eliza Conlon)

[el-moleskine-de-kusubana]

Un buen Leagan

¿Hasta dónde el miedo puede robarle la ilusión?

✿Género: Angst, Romance, Familia

✿Personajes: Neal Leagan #ElizaLeagan #Luisa (es un personaje canon aunque no lo crean)

✿Tipo: #CanonDivergente

✿Estado: Completo (10 capítulos)

✿¿De qué va? ¿Alguna vez Neal ha considerado la opción de tomar decisiones por sí mismo?

Desde la primera vez que vi Candy Candy, me quedó claro que Neal se escondía en las faldas de su madre y paulatinamente en las de Eliza.

Cada plan para molestar a Candy (salvo la trampa que provocó que Eliza se enamorara de Terry) era concebido por Eliza, y él solo iba detrás como buen secuaz, haciendo el trabajo pesado (como meter las manos en el rosal de Anthony) y no dudo que con el tiempo dejara que su hermana tomara control sobre su vida (y me lleva a otra teoría para otra historia)

Este fic, muy breve, pero contundente (creo yo) pretende demostrar que Neal, puede ser un buen Leagan, sea lo que sea que signifique eso.

Por si no recuerdan a Luisa, pues es una niña de San Pablo, a ella le informan que su padre quebró el mismo día que Candy decide dejar la escuela… eh, no me acuerdo el número de capítulo, lo siento. Era compañera de maldades de Eliza.

Luisa es la chica castaña a la izquierda de Eliza.

✿En FanfictionNet

✿En Wattpad

✿En Ao3

Aquello era quizás, el último insulto que podían hacer tanto a Eliza como a la señora Leagan. Pero ¿Acaso importaba?

✿¿De qué va? Aunque puede leerse independientemente, es un epílogo centrado en Eliza, sobre la historia acontecida en “Un buen Leagan”.

✿En FanfictionNet

✿En Wattpad

✿En Ao3

✿En portadas Edición vectorial de elementos recuperados de all-free-download. Tipografía: Birch Std.

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Barrett Strong Interview w/ Eliza Neals

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 8 (Tragedy Strikes!)

Summer was warm and less rainy than usual, and one evening after school shortly after Henford Day, Heather, Holly, and River went over to the Pancakes’ house to do homework and play until supper. But Bob was called in to work last minute, leaving Eliza to make enough grilled cheese to feed six kids, herself, Bob's mother Agatha Crumpcakes, and Agatha's wife Agnes.

Eliza was by far the less domesticated parent in the Pancakes household – she loved her kids, but she loved working out and going out on the town just as much. Daisy appreciated how her best friend could drag her out of her homebody shell from time to time, but her zest for the fast life meant she was the last person who should have been using the old stove that Bob had tinkered with too many times to count.

Bob was a pro and could use the old dials, but the flames jumped so quickly, Eliza was stunned. She tried to put out the fire but inhaled too much smoke, pushing Kash from the flames with her dying breath. Bob rushed home to find his wife gone and the Nesbitt kids consoling his devastated children, with his stunned mother and stepmother getting medical attention in an ambulance.

Daisy was devastated by the loss of her friend, but she and Neal offered Bob all the help he might need, and never said no to the kids when they wanted their friends over. River and Kash played games for hours, Everett and Heather loved to rank their favourite animals, and Malia was drawn to Holly's generous spirit. The Nesbitts and Pancakes were good friends; Eliza's death wouldn't change that.

As Ralph and Tut both got older, the family had to spend more time travelling to Brindleton Bay. Henford was too small for a vet clinic and most of the nearby practitioners focused on livestock, not dogs and cats. Brindleton Bay to the northeast was a quiet, coastal town built on fishing – a factor that drew thousands of strays from all over Simlandia for the abundance of food. But as the fishing industry shifted and changed, so did the vibrancy of the town. Young people left, and older families died off, but thanks to the strays, the animal hospital and shelter drew sims from all over to add four-legged family members.

The first time Heather joined her parents, as she stepped inside the animal hospital she was practically mesmerized. Instantly, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life – she wanted to help other families with sick pets, just as the vets at Brindleton Pawspital did for Ralph and Tut. Her parents were enthusiastic supporters of her dream from the start, but they told her she would need to work hard to raise money if she dreamed of buying a clinic of her own one day. They both did well in their careers and had every intention of helping her, but the last thing they wanted was their daughter to expect not to pull her own weight.

Would Heather continue on a path toward becoming a veterinarian, or change her mind as she got older? ->

<- Previous Chapter | From the Beginning

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

I like the Betsey Hamilton true crime mom thing tbh. You can just envision her at three in the morning with a robe on and Christmas-y pajama pants, she's holding one of her kids who won't sleep (presumably Eliza), and there's a cup of coffee in her hand. Phone on the table, it's on and at max brightness even when the only light in the room is from the Christmas tree. She uses her time during the ad breaks on the documentaries to make progress on her fish feeding to get free gifts on temu. Her ex-husband is texting her. (she's ignoring it. He can wait) When the documentaries come back on, she's telling her like four year old what's happening and how to not get murdered when she's older. Eliza is fascinated.

She definitely owns some free thing on TV like Tubi, but she was also peer pressured by her sister to invest in Netflix. So she switches between those. Or sometimes when she's alone in her room she watches Eleanor Neale.

This influences her daughter to go down a YouTube rabbit hole when she's older. Eliza watches like..Crazy 4chan stories, creepy things that came from reddit, scary discontinued toys. CHILLS, Slenderman sightings, etc etc.

[housewarningparty]

Whatcha reading right now?

Well, this morning I finished listening to the audiobook version of Any Man by Amber Tamblyn, which was beautifully written and excellently performed. Tough read though - harrowing, very dark, nauseating at points.

Aside from that I'm halfway through two horror short story collections: Blue World by Robert McCammon and The Puppet King and Other Atonements by Justin Burnett. They're taking me forever to get through, mostly bc I've had a hard time focusing on short format stuff lately.

Not sure what I'll start next. Maybe the second Tide Child book? Open to suggestions 👀

My favorite things I've read so far this year are:

Penance by Eliza Clark (fake true crime, very Tumblr)

Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt (witch horror, translated from Dutch and localized to the US in a really interesting way)

The Bone Ships by RJ Barker (nautical fantasy about a world where island nations go to war in ships made of dragon bones)

Knock Knock Open Wide by Neal Sharpson (Irish folklore horror/queer love story that didn't QUITE stick the landing but was still really, really entertaining).

How bout you? Reading anything good?

[thehatchetsims]

Welcome to the neighborhood! This is what i like to call the nerd section, since I thought it be nice to have Pete live near his besties, and the Chasity's

at the start of playing the npc house was just empty & the chasity's did not have a pool.

So not much actually happened at the welcome wagon. The boys met their neighbors and Ted was his usual flirty self which made everyone uncomfortable and hate him. Including his little brother's best friends parents.

BTW meet Richie and Ruth's parents.

Seth and Eliza Lipschitz. Eliza is Paul's sister because we thought it was fun to have him be an uncle. Also they have a family cat, Mango. :)

Daniella and Neal Fleming. Not much to say about them. they're nice.

[elizadushkudaily]

White Collar

August 2011. Eliza Dushku plays Raquel Laroque in episode 3x9 On the Fence. (IMDB rating: 8 / 10)

Conman Neal agrees to help the FBI catch other white-collar criminals. In this episode Neal works with Raquel - an expert in Egyptian artifacts - to identify a smuggled amulet. (comedy crime drama)

(credit to IMDB)

[elizaneals]

🏺#Throwback to my #summerinternship in #NYC while in college going to a #TOGAParty 🪩 Uhh that's all I can say about that but the #internship at #NYU working for #TwinVision was a #learningexperience 📝 #TBT #throwback #brunette #flygirl #wayfarers #tan #noclothes #togas 🎀

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Cine: Beach Rats (2017)

En público, Frankie (Harris Dickinson) suele reunirse con sus compañeros de tropelías (Frank Hakaj, David Ivanov y Anton Selyaninov) para efectuar algunos robos de poca monta, fumar cigarrillos de marihuana o participar en concursos de humo de cigarrillos eléctricos. Todo, mientras padece los últimos días de vida de su padre (Neal Huff), convaleciente de un cáncer fulminante, y pasa el tiempo utilizando su medicación para pulverizarla y continuar drogándose, oculto de la mirada de su madre Donna (Kate Hodge), que de tanto en cuando le reclama que se busque una novia, y de su hermana menor Carla (Nicole Flyus). 

En privado y de noche, su situación se vuelve aún más compleja: ingresa a “Brooklyn Boys”, un chat de citas de hombres gays, y se contacta con machazos mayores, con los que tiene relaciones sexuales a cambio de un poco de hierba, en ocasiones, en medio de la noche y a metros de la playa. Eso es lo que quiere creer, que lo hace por la droga. Se enamora de Simone (Madeline Weinstein) en un evento con fuegos artificiales, pero sabe que hay algo que no puede (o se niega a) comprender en sí mismo. Algo falla en esa relación y son sus encuentros con Michael (Erik Potempa), uno de esos “clientes”, los que despiertan todas las alarmas. Para peor, cuando su estabilidad económica comienza a agobiarlo, Framkie invita a sus amigos a unirse a su peculiar cruzada para adquirir la mercancía. Porque, a esta altura de los hechos, es lo que dice hacer: juntarse con extraños gays sólo por eso, no por el sexo.

Eliza Hittman, autora y directora del filme, ha recibido once premios (entre ellos, el de Mejor Directora en el festival de Sundance) y dieciséis nominaciones por este doloroso retrato de un adolescente perdido (y en más de un sentido).

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Black Coffee & Pumpkin Pie: Chapter 10

AO3 || FFN || Ko-Fi

“Are you sure we don’t look too touristy?” came Lily’s voice among the crowd gathered in the French Quarter. It had taken quite a bit of convincing the group that no, the best parades were not on Bourbon Street, but a look from Eudora had them quieting down rather quickly, and so, the group had moved quickly in the early morning light through the already crowded streets, finding a clear spot along the parade route.

Eudroa, along with Eli La Bouff, had decided to come with the young adults, and while many of them had protested at first, a quick mention of a parents’ group chat started by Regina ceased any opposition. Neal had felt even more pressure to keep everyone safe at the thought of Storybrooke’s Fire Chief, Fire Captain, Mayor, and Sheriff all in the same group chat with his mother.

He was going to die if anything happened during this trip, and he was certain that no one would be able to find his body, given the high ranking people involved.

“Meh, there’s really no such thing as too touristy. Mardi Gras has people dressin’ so ridiculous, it’s hard to tell who really lives here and who’s a tourist. I mean, look at that guy wearin’ Big Bird’s cousin over there,” Charlotte replied with a giggle as she gestured to a man wearing a blue feather coat. “Although, if you start flashin’ your breasts, especially in this area, that would give you away, no question.”

Lily stared at Charlotte, looking like some grand master plan had been ruined. “I thought that was a thing people did!”

“Nah, just tourists,” Neal replied with a grin. “And it’s more common on Bourbon Street. I don’t think you’d get the response you want here. Look at all the kids that are around here.”

“Then you’d end up on social media… where your mom would be able to see it,” Alex pointed out, gesturing to the hundreds of cameras in their view taking photos of a high school marching band marching by. “You know that’d tank your credibility at school too. If you weren’t arrested first, of course.”

Lily sighed, reaching out to catch a set of beads as they flew in her direction. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I’ll flash ‘em to someone else, in a more private setting.” A wink was tossed in Charlotte’s direction, who turned as pink as the shirt she wore.

“Oh my God you two, get a room! I thought Emma and Neal were the only two we were going to have to worry about on this trip,” Elaine said with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, we haven’t done anything!” Neal protested, raising his hands in a show of surrender, before he felt a sudden weight in one and glanced down, a keychain was in his hand, having been tossed from the passing float. It had a swan design, and seemed well made for something getting tossed at a Mardi Gras parade, so he quietly tucked it into his pocket as the conversation continued around him.

“Yeah, that we’ve seen,” Yue teased, sticking her tongue out and dodging a swat from Emma.

Emma rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh! You guys are the worst!”

“Nah, we’re not. Otherwise you wouldn’t have invited us,” Eliza declared.

Neal shook his head. Though this group could be… a lot to deal with, he was glad he had a group of friends like them, and he was happy to be able to show off Mardi Gras to them.

The parade continued on, and the group reached up to catch the goodies tossed by the people on the floats, and by the time they made their way back to the restaurant, all of them had a small amount of trinkets.

“Well, that parade sure saved us some money on souvenirs!” Alex said, dropping onto the couch. “Granted, I don’t think Mom and Dad will be happy with just some plastic beads and a cup on it, but still.”

“We’ll take you guys to get some good stuff, none of that boring touristy stuff,” Charlotte promised with a grin. “There’s a cute little boutique with hand made accessories, and a metalworks place where you can get some really cool stuff for people in all sorts of careers.”

“Guess it’s true what they say - go where the locals go,” Roland said with a grin. “This trip has been so much better with you guys showing us around than it would be if we’d gone by ourselves. We really can’t repay you enough.”

“Oh no, don’t you worry about that,” Eudora said with a kind smile. “Any friends of Neal’s are always gonna be welcome here. You all just be careful tonight. The French Quarter might be where the best parades are, but Bourbon Street is where the parties are, and things can get a little wild ‘round here.”

“You may be downplaying New Orleans, Eudora,” Eli said with a laugh. “Bourbon Street is never completely empty during Mardi Gras. There’ll be more people here than you’ve ever seen. And since the weather’s so nice, more people than usual, I’d say. It’s perfect weather for Mardi Gras this year. It’s like the gods were smiling on y’all when you were planning your trip.”

“I mean, you’re just making it sound better and better, Mr. la Bouff,” Lily grinned. “So much to do and see, so many people to talk to, a party that won’t ever end? Sounds like a great time to me!”

“I think I’m gonna stick closer to our home base,” Yue said, with Eliza nodding in agreement as they glanced at the crowds beginning to form outside the restaurant. “Those crowds are making me a little nervous.”

Lily sighed. “You’re no fun, you two. I don’t know how that is considering one of your mothers is the fire captain of our town!”

“Yeah, and you don’t even know half the horrors she’s told us about parties in Chinatown when she was growing up,” Eliza said. “The parades were fun, but if I go out, I’m staying around here with Yue.”

“It’s alright Lily, I’ll take you to all the best party spots,” Charlotte said with a grin.

Eli didn’t look particularly thrilled at the idea, but didn’t say anything.

“There are some fun places around here we can go to,” Tiana said. “Mama’s friend Louis has a jazz band that’s playin’ at Woldenburg Park. It’s one of the more tame things to do this time of night.”

“Now that sounds up our alley,” Yue said. “That sounds like fun!”

“What do you want to do, Emma?” Neal asked.

“I’d love to listen to the jazz band play. We can always party tomorrow night too.”

Lily frowned, but went back into Tiana’s bedroom to change. When she returned, she was in a crop top and shorts, and a pair of sandals. “Alright, alright, fine. Come on Roland, Alex, Lottie.”

The group split then, half going out on the busy Bourbon Street, the others going to the slightly-quieter Woldenburg Park, taking in the sounds of New Orleans with Louis’ jazz band. There were crowds, of course, dancing and clapping along with the music, and Neal just relaxed against the blanket they’d spread out near the stage, a lazy grin on his face.

“Well, don’t you look right at home,” Emma giggled, plopping down next to him, a bottle of water in her hand.

“Shouldn’t I?” he questioned with a grin. “This was my home for years after all.”

“Oh no, of course you should! I just meant -”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around her as she leaned against his shoulder. “I’m kidding, Emma. Don’t worry. By the way, Mama said Louis and the band are willing to give us a backstage tour once their set is over.”

“Really? That sounds great, Neal!”

They sat in a peaceful silence, listening to the band. Take the A-Train, by Duke Ellington soon filled the air, and Neal tapped his fingers along to the beat before he paused and glanced at Emma. “Hey, I’ve got something for you.”

“Hm? What is it?”

Neal reached into his pocket and pulled out the silly swan keychain he’d caught during the morning’s festivities.

“Really?” Emma gasped, taking it into her hand. “You want me to have this?”

“I wouldn’t have given it to you if I didn’t,” he grinned. “It reminded me of the swans that are in the pond at your farm.”

Emma smiled. “It’s beautiful… thanks Neal.” She reached into her pocket and pulled her keys out, attaching the swan to it and holding it up to the stage lights so she could see better. “There. Looks good on my key ring, doesn’t it?”

“Like Cinderella’s slipper fitting her perfectly.”

Emma snorted and rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “You can be so cheesy sometimes. But I guess that’s part of why I like you.”

“Only part of why you like me?” he gasped, placing a hand on his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, Emma.”

“So dramatic,” Emma said with a roll of her eyes. “You should be studying drama in college, not working as a fireman. You might put others at risk if you’re going to be such a drama king over your girlfriend finding parts of you she enjoys.”

Neal grinned. “Nah. I wouldn’t want to be an actor. Not now that I’m going by my birth name again. It’d be too easy to figure out who I was.”

Emma frowned, slowly nodding in agreement. “Right… we really wouldn’t want to do something like that.”

More and more people around them got up to dance, including Tiana, dancing with someone he didn’t recognize, so he held out his hand to Emma with a smile. “Come on, let’s dance the night away!”

Her face brightened as she took his hand and rose to her feet, Glenn Miller’s American Patrol beginning to play from the stage. “Yeah!”

Neal wrapped his arm around her waist, lacing their hands together with a grin. It felt nice, having her in his arms like this. Neither of them knew exactly how they were supposed to dance to it, so they just bounced around on their feet, swaying to the beat of the songs and laughing, under the starry, New Orleans sky.

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Alice liked Storybrooke a lot. A quaint little town, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, little congestion, and more stars in the sky than she’d ever seen? Not to mention the kind people who had welcomed her with open arms despite her… quirks, and Margot’s family who had embraced her as one of their own without question. Though she loved her father, his job kept him busy while she’d been growing up, and she’d been bounced around between neighbors whenever her father’s workday ran longer than anticipated. Uncle Killian and Aunt Milah had never been able to watch her.

They had never come to their apartment at all - her and Papa had always gone to their houseboat for the holidays. Looking back on it now, knowing that her aunt had kidnapped Bae from his father and fled with him, she understood why.

But her heart broke for Bae whenever she thought about his life. How lonely he must have been, while Alice had been having the time of her life with a little cousin to play with. Knowing he’d been able to escape and find Tiana and Eudora made her so happy. She didn’t even mind that they had to pretend to not know each other, until her uncle and aunt were found.

What Alice hoped was that her father didn’t know anything about the kidnapping. That he didn’t know what a terrible thing Uncle Killian had done. If he did know… not only would he ruin his career, but he’d absolutely break her heart, and given how awful of a person Alice’s mother was, she really, really didn’t want to have two horrible parents. Not with all the good memories she had with her father.

Dammit, her mind was drifting again. She really needed to stop doing that.

Alice blinked and shook her head, turning her attention to the Zillow page in front of her. She hadn’t told Margot about her idea yet. Though they had discussed putting travel aside for now and settling down somewhere, they hadn’t talked about just staying here in Storybrooke.

“Alice? You in here?” she heard Margot call from the front door.

“In the kitchen!” Alice called back, reaching for her mug of tea and taking a sip before wincing. It was getting cold. She’d been thinking way too long this time, and rose to her feet to dump the cold tea down the sink with a frown before Margot entered the room with grocery bags in her hands.

“Hey, you alright? You’ve got that lost in thought look on your face again,” Margot questioned as she set the bags on the counter and started pulling groceries away.

Alice nodded. “Yea, of course! I just… I’ve been looking at places on Zillow.”

Margot paused, setting a jar of jelly down on the counter. “Zillow? What cities were you thinking of?”

“I wasn’t thinking of a city. I was thinking you and I could stay here. In Storybrooke.”

“Here?” Margot blinked in surprise. “Really? You want to stay here?”

Alice shrugged. “Yeah. Small town, nice people. Bit of a calm away from our crazy travel schedule. And next time we go somewhere, your mum can look after our place for us. Make sure there’s nothing going wrong there, you know? Plus, y’know, your family really accepted me. I feel… I feel happy here.”

Margot smiled softly and wrapped her arms around her. “I think that all sounds great, Alice. I’m glad you’ll be happy here. Did you find anywhere that caught your eye yet?”

“Not yet. Why don’t we finish putting the groceries away and we can look together?” she suggested with a wide smile.

“Sounds like a plan to me. It’ll be nice to have our own place where we can buy whatever we want and have our own space. Getting away from my mom sounds like a dream,” Margot groaned, taking Zelena’s favorite tea out of the bag. “And I never have to buy this brand of tea ever again.”

Alice laughed. “Right, because we have better taste when it comes to tea.”

“Exactly. One of the perks of going to China,” Margot said with a grin. “So did you want an apartment or were you thinking maybe an actual house?”

“A horse. I think I want to try growing a garden. We can have fresh herbs and vegetables in the summer! Do you think your uncle David would be willing to help?”

Margot nodded. “Are you kidding? I’m sure he’d love to. Aunt Mary-Margaret says gardening helps him relax, so any excuse he has to garden he’d jump at the chance to take.”

Alice could only grin, excitement building up inside her. Ever since she was a child, she’d wanted a garden, but it wasn’t easy to have a garden in Hyperion Heights. Not a personal one, anyway. When she’d been a kid she’d been part of a community garden club with her mother, before her mother had completely abandoned her. While Alice didn’t like her mother, she didn’t want gardening to become a sour memory. Having her own, with the help of people who loved her, would turn those sour memories sweet again.

“Yeah, you know, having a house would give us space to entertain. Maybe we can invite some of our travel buddies to visit us too. That way we won’t have to worry about being too loud for our neighbors that share walls with us, like when we were in Spain,” Margot said, breaking Alice from her thoughts again.

“Yeah,” Alice said with a grin. “And maybe we can invite my father to stay too.” She would have to figure out when in order to protect Bae from being discovered, but it would be weird for her not to mention her father if they were talking about having people over to their new place!

“Of course! I’m sure he’d love it,” Margot agreed, closing the fridge after putting the last of the refrigerated items away. “Let’s go check out Storybrooke’s real estate market.”

So they curled up together, a tablet between them, and scrolled through Storybrooke’s limited offerings.

“You know, if we don’t find anything here, Hyperion Heights is only a ten minute drive away. We could check there too,” Margot suggested. “It’s a bigger city, but I know they have houses with yards that you want.”

Alice must have had a frustrated look in her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We won’t be too far from everyone in that case,” she sighed, and ran a hand through her blonde locks. “Why don’t we take a break for now? We can figure out din -” she was cut off as her phone began to buzz in her pocket. “Papa! Hi!” she greeted when she put the phone to her ear.

There was a large amount of background; noise, almost like a party, before she finally heard her father’s voice on the line. “Ah! Alice! I’m sorry, I thought I found a quiet place to call, but I guess not.”

“Where are you?” Papa was one of the last people that would call her from a party - especially one that sounded that wild and chaotic.

“I’m in New Orleans with your aunt and uncle. I have great news - we think we found Bae!”

Alice froze, her eyes widening in fear. Margot gave her an alarmed look, which she forced herself to wave off as she answered. “Oh - you did? How did that happen?”

“Killian said something about seeing a post about Mardi Gras on social media. Apparently Aunt Milah spotted him in a crowd shot of one of the parades. So now we’re looking to see if anyone knows him, but it’s been hard. I just wanted to let you know.”

Alice grinned nervously. “That’s great news, Papa. Let me know what happens.”

“Of course.”

“Alice, what’s wrong?” Margot asked the moment Alice lowered the phone from her ear.

“Call David. Tell him Killian and Milah Jones have been spotted in New Orleans.”

Margot stared and reached for her phone. “How did you - ”

“Because my dad is Killian’s twin brother! Please, Margot, we have to hurry before they find Neal - or worse, the woman that took him in!” Aunt Milah could be vicious when she wanted to be, and that wasn’t something Alice wished on anyone.

“Right. Okay,” Margot agreed, putting the phone to her ear. “Uncle David?”

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“That jazz museum was so cool! I had no idea it came from so many different genres!” Alex said with a grin. “I know exactly what my next essay is going to be on!”

“Oh for God’s sake, don’t remind me of school,” Lily groaned, wrapping her gift shop bag tighter to her wrist. “We’ve still got four days here!”

“It’s not my fault this city is full of inspiration!”

Neal laughed, fingers laced with Emma’s as they walked back toward the restaurant for lunch. Though Mardi Gras was still in full swing, the Storybrooke group had spent the morning exploring museums and landmarks around the city.

“I really am having a great time,” Emma said, moving closer and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I am too. I’m glad Lily invited me along - huh?” he paused and pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket with a frown. “Tamara?”

Tamara’s voice was nervous and rushed as she spoke. “Neal. Hey. I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from, but Mr. La Bouff told me to call.”

“What? Why did he do that?” he asked, gripping the phone tighter. Neal’s sudden stop had paused the others too, and they stepped into a surprisingly quiet part of the street.

“I don’t know the full details, but when I went into your mama’s restaurant to pick up an order, I heard a bunch of yelling. Something about your mama being a kidnapper? Mr. La Bouff came out of the back room and saw me, and told me to call you.”

Neal felt the color drain from his face. “Oh my God. They found me. Thanks Tamara.”

“Wait, what -”

But he didn’t wait another second. He ended the call and ran as fast as he could toward the restaurant, after a rushed explanation to the others. Dawn, Philip, and Emma had already pulled out their phones, trying to call Storybrooke’s police. He paid their conversations no mind as he rushed through the restaurant’s back door. There was no yelling from the office, so he rushed upstairs and burst into the apartment, eyes meeting Milah’s for the first time in six years.

“Hey! Leave her alone.”

[elizanealsusa]

Eliza Neals the blues modern artist is breathing new life into the genre, blending traditional American roots with contemporary influences for a magical and dynamic listening experience. From various guitar virtuosos with one powerhouse vocalist, Eliza Neals is known for her impressive musicianship and emotive live performances. To listen to the deep, magical soulful sound, powerful lyrics, and amazing delivery visit our website now.

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 10 (Reaffirmations of Love)

Even as they gained new wrinkles with softened physiques as they aged, Neal and Daisy still found each other irresistible. They could steal more romantic moments than they had in years, and rarely wasted an opportunity. They knew their good fortune to have found one another, as friends expressed disappointment with their own spouses. And then, of course, there was Bob. He showed up hours late to the barbeque, and soon the reason why became apparent. He had only recently started seeing Annette Rhoads, Henford’s mayor, though they tried to keep their relationship under wraps for the sake of town gossip. But when Annette found out she was expecting, she stepped down from her mayorship and moved in with Bob and his family.

The kids were wary of their new stepmother as no one had forgotten the memory of their mother – least of all Bob – and Annette was deeply in love but still frustrated that a lovechild had spoiled her political ambitions. But Bob was over the moon to be expecting again – he wanted more but Eliza wasn’t keen – and the Nesbitts celebrated the excitement of new life when little Elizabeth was born.

Daisy finally became a PhD of Pollen, among the top botanists in her field and certainly the best in Henford-on-Bagley. Her yard bloomed with perfect plants, and she loved basking in the smells and sounds of the chickens and bees while she meditated under her cherry trees. She truly lived an Outdoorsy life and loved it. She’d achieved so much, but she still yearned for more. She wanted to try to grow the largest crops the Finchwick Fair had ever seen. And she hungered for that UFO fruit.

To celebrate the end of summer, the Nesbitts again travelled to their favourite vacation spot, Granite Falls, where Neal delighted in the ways his growing children could interact with the natural world he’d loved since childhood. Holly fished beneath the falls for hours while Heather and River went for hikes together, and Daisy stayed close to Hazel at the campground. They were blessed this time with great weather, too. While Neal and Daisy took the tent, the kids pulled out sleeping bags and drifted off under the stars. Neal finally befriended the old hermit in the deep woods; once he got beyond the hermit’s rough and curmudgeonly exterior, he not only gave Neal and Holly plenty of fishing tips, but he also taught Neal a recipe for insect-infused fertilizer that Daisy was all too happy to test on her garden crops.

On the way home from Granite Falls, Neal and Daisy made a detour to Oasis Springs. Now that their kids were older, they wanted to show them the place they married thirteen years ago. The first time, only Heather was “there” in Daisy’s belly, but now all their kids could watch their loved-up parents renew their vows at the little chapel in the desert.

Daisy and Neal had both achieved so much. But what was in store for their next thirteen years together? ->

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Modern Blues Vocalist Eliza Neals Receives Three Independent Blues Awards Nominations, Vote Now!

Rising modern powerhouse blues vocalist/keyboardist Eliza Neals is nominated in three categories for the Independent Blues Awards 2023, which are “Best Female Artist,” “Best Blues Rock Song” (Queen of the Nile), and “Best Blues Rock Album” (Badder To The Bone). Please cast your votes for Eliza now through September 15 at https://www.makingascene.org/independent-blues-awards-2023-vote-now/. In…