#ken lemmings

[britney-rosberg06]

the rooms used to be so full yk? the barracks, the meeting hall, the interrogation room. It was always rowdy and loud. And slowly without even really noticing you begin to see more and more empty chairs and empty tables. To this episode, where the room before the mission is practically empty. you can point out all the empty chairs where boys should be. Then there’s the wide open sky with a single plane and an empty interrogation room. So empty that the Colonel himself shows up just to fill the room a little more. And it hurts and it’s wrong and it’s war.

[gloryofroses19]

Johnny Boy

“Let’s go, let’s go. Get the lead out boys!” Major John Egan ordered as he clapped his hands together.  

“Excited to see Harding that much, Major?” Ken Lemmings asked rhetorically, parking his jeep. 

“More like a certain lieutenant.” Blakey commented, lighting a cigarette.  “All I heard on the flight back was [y/n] this and [y/n] that. Almost as if we weren’t staring down the face of Nazi fighters.” 

Coming up behind Blakey, Douglass slapped Blakey on the back.  “Don’t be too jealous Blakey, maybe Tatty will forgive you for saying her sister is prettier.” 

“It was a joke!” 

“Jokes are meant to be funny, Ev.” Crosby deadpanned from his place on the ground. 

“Get in the truck, boys! This war ain’t gonna stop because of your romantic problems.” John Egan was not known for being a patient man. And at this moment, his patience was as thin as his fort’s wings, which were currently shot to shit thanks to the Luftwaffe.  

“You know all about romance, right Major?”  

With an eye roll, the Major squared his shoulders ready to yell at his men. However, his irritated expression softened as he watched two figures coming his way.

Noticing the attentive blue eyed gaze across the field, [y/n] smiled as she drew nearer. She had not planned to visit the airfield today. Despite knowing that the 100th Bomb Group would be out flying, she had intended to stay in her office. But when Johnny asked, with a hopeful request and a sweet smile, she knew she couldn’t say no. She seemed to have soft spots for Johns she mused, as a pair of small hands tightened their grip on her right hand. 

“She read me a book and colored with me!” 

Bucky’s eyebrows raised at the British voice informing him of how he was losing the battle for [y/n]’s attention. Six year old Johnny Baker was as formidable as the Germans,  the blonde had met Lieutenant [full name] on his first day moving to base and imprinted on her like any good duckling would. 

“And she said that she’ll watch me play footy!” 

However, Major John Egan was a flyboy and they were not so easily defeated. Crouching down to be eye-level with rival, the major crossed his arms. “Well, she told me I’m clever, funny and..." With a dramatic pause, he continued, "and handsome.” 

Stomping his foot at his competitor, the blonde took on a tone of conceited immaturity. “Well she told me that I give the best hugs!” 

“Well,” John mimicked, “She kissed me.” And with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, Bucky added in a lyrical voice, “On the lips.” 

With a gasp and whine of her name, the blonde buried his face into [y/n]’s stomach as her hands patted his back comfortingly . 

“Are you really arguing with a child?” She asked sternly, as John stood up. “Again?” She pressed, restraining the grin trying to surface at his easy smile. The times she had found them competing for her affection were becoming too numerous to count. Just last week, she had to kiss him better when he scraped his knee racing Johnny across the blacktop of the airfield.  She was thankful he was kind enough to let her kiss his lips instead of his bloodied knee. 

“No, I’m not arguing with a child.” John watched Johnny stick his tongue out at him, “He’s arguing with me.” With a chuckle, he mirrored the action back at Johnny.  

Alive and as charming and tenacious as ever she reflected, assessing his wellbeing . The weight of the war had become harder to bear on their shared tree branch as more flyboys left and didn’t come back. She hadn’t realized her breath had been stalled in fear of his safety until she felt herself lose it again by his adoring look. 

John ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the evaluating look on her face “So where’s my reason?” 

“Where’s my souvenir?” She responded, meeting his unwavering gaze. It had become their greeting, a promise of a gift that kept them both grounded.

Removing his head from her stomach, Johnny looked up. A pout sprouted on his lips as the adults seemingly ignored him, focusing instead on making what his big cousin Susie called “googly eyes”. With a tug to her hand, Johnny whined. “[nickname]!” 

John watched as [y/n] turned her attention to the baby duck calling her name. The blonde’s hair had become ruffled as feathers from his fight for her attention and John knew like any mama bird she would fix it. However, she wasn’t a duck, she was a different bird. His bird to be exact so the only hair she would be fixing would be his curls. Therefore, before her raised hand could fix the strays, an Army Air Corps Officer cap covered Johnny's head. 

Taking advantage of his enemy’s distraction, John’s hand gripped [y/n]’s face and momentarily brushed his lips against hers. While a moment on the lips, it spoke of tenderness, love and promise for more. 

“Hey!” Removing the cap from his head, Johnny glared at the taller male who seemed wholly unperturbed.  

“What?” The innocence in his smile and tone betrayed the mischief inside. The bashful smile he sent her all but confirmed [y/n]'s suspicions. That he did always love when she ran her hands through his curls. And that he was jealous, even of a child. 

“Interrogation, Egan!” 

Bucky sighed theatrically at the commanding voice behind him. Though the sigh was a sign of acknowledgement, he made no move to leave. If anything it made him more resolute. 

“Jack,” Facing his fellow major, John motioned toward the pair at his side, “The good lieutenant and this fine soldier need a ride back to the HQ.”

Major Jack Kidd could use many adjectives to describe John Egan, however, since becoming Air Exec the most he would offer was 'a royal pain in my ass'. “Now, John!” 

Though Kidd didn’t seem to be moved, John pressed on. “We can’t just leave them, Jack.” 

Biting her lip, [y/n] attempted to maintain a neutral expression. His baritone voice was as pleasant as ever, but the tone of pleading reminded her of times when he pleaded for other things. Some which he had no shame in doing in front of other people, like a dance or smile, and some that were reserved for just the two of them, like a kiss and other intimate notions. 

Turning towards the gentle tug on his sheepskin’s sleeve, John leaned down. 

“Can we ride in the truck?” Johnny whispered poorly, allowing those close enough to hear. 

“If you look sad you can.” John replied conspiratorially, enjoying the giggle it elicited from [y/n] who’s attention had been off him for far too long. 

“Get in the truck, Egan.”  Though Kidd offered John a look of utter lack of amusement, he sighed.  One day he’ll learn to not wipe John’s ass, Jack promised himself.  “You too,” he finished gesturing toward the pair.

Breaking out into a wide smile, John’s hands wrapped around [y/n] and Johnny’s shoulders. Guiding them to the awaiting truck, John pulled himself into the truck bed first. With his attention on Johnny, John offered instructions where to put his feet and hands to safely enter the truck all the while, his hands gently hovering his smaller body to offer assistance if needed. 

Unbeknownst, [y/n]’s expression was soft in a way she only ever let it be around John. War was not the time to think of a future full of little feet and miniature giggles, but John Egan was a man who inspired hope. 

“Need help, Lieutenant?” A deep baritone voice interrupted her thoughts.  Though capable and confident, [y/n] took the calloused hand that was offered to her. Allowing herself to be pulled into the warmth of the sheepskin, she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. 

“Think Cros can take him?” He whispered, nodding to the navigator currently being interrogated by the Brit. 

With a laugh, she guided John by the hand to his rightful place next to her on the truck's bench. Bumping her nose against his, she whispered, “You certainly weren’t.” 

John laughed gently and easily as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders before taking her hand in his again. Pulling her as close as they could, he leaned into her ear. Planning to defend himself, the pilot opened his mouth but stopped when a sudden weight dropped on him. 

“Johnny!” 

Ignoring the scolding tone, the blonde pushed his body weight against Bucky and wedged himself between the pair. “You forgot your hat, Major.” Johnny mocked, throwing his hat at the elder. 

“Why you little….”

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! I appreciate all the positive feedback from my other works!

[kennedycore]

JFK's senior graduation portrait addressed to his best friend Lem Billings, 1935.

"To Lemmer,

the gayest son I know -

In memory of two tense years and in hopes of many more.

Your old pal and supporter!

Ken"

[buckyegans]

Watch and Learn ⭑ Ken Lemmons (pilot! reader)

summary: your beloved plane is quite literally falling to part in front of you—luckily, you know one hell of a mechanic. specifically for @hogans-heroes bc we need more lem!!!!

authors note: soooo why didn’t i notice raff law was jude laws son?? literally if i looked at him for more than a milisecond i could see that…anyway KEN LEMMONS!!! i am your number one fan. i love you. seriously. anyway, i don’t know Anything about planes or the engines or how to fix them, but, i can pretend!!! anyway gender neutral!! 💖

 You cringed as you watched the flames being doused out on the left side of your beloved Flying Fortress you had deemed Starcatcher—she was your pride and joy, really. You and your men had taken care of her, painted her all pretty—and now you watched from the side as all that handiwork burned and peeled off the side of the fort. The mission had been hard, and you were lucky to have gotten out with your life. But regardless, you were pretty struck to watch the beauty fall victim to the Germans, just as many of your friends had.

 Up ahead, Sergeant Ken Lemmons stood with his arms crossed over his chest, watching as his men started work on salvaging the fort. You approached him, worrying at your lip. You hissed as a considerable hunk of metal dropped from the propeller, clattering terribly loud against the concrete. Lemmons turned over his shoulder to look at you, and gave you a reassuring look. He beckoned you to his side with a nod of his head.

 “You got nothin’ to worry about, Major.” he said, eyes set on Starcatcher. You sighed, and shook your head. Leave it to Lemmons to sugarcoat it.

 You let out a dry chuckle. “Is she even…y’know, worth fightin’ for? I mean, wouldn’t the parts be useful elsewhere?” you questioned, brows knitting together as you watched the smoke start to fizzle out into the air as Lemmons’ crew dropped down from their ladders and began to more intricate work. The delicates, you could say.

 Lemmons shook his head. “I’d say she is. Just a shot engine, is all. Well…so far.” he said with a sheepish grin. He began to stroll towards the fort, and you followed, arms folded across your chest. He pointed. “See?” he turned to look at you.

 You looked blankly at the left engine. All you saw was burnt scraps of what used to be one half of the heart that ran your beloved plane—you blinked. “Uh, no. I don’t.” you stated, firming your lips together. Were you missing something, or…? You rubbed the back of your neck, hand brushing the sheepskin jacket your wore. You lowered your aviators, brows furrowing as you looked for whatever the hell Ken Lemmons was talking about. “Yeah, no. What are you referring to?”

 Lemmons sighed, shaking his head. He walked to grab one of the ladders, rolling it to sit right in front of the engine. He climbed halfway, before offering you a hand. You eyes it skeptically, before taking it. Your hand met the side of the ladder as you climbed your way up, before meeting the same height as Lemmons. You were turned at a weird angle to make sure there was space for both of you to stand. He gripped the ladder tightly, and pointed a finger deep inside the engine. “See?” he asked again, hope laced within his words. You looked again, craning your neck. What was this guy on about? you wondered. Lemmons shook his head, reaching his hand into the engine and popped the broken propeller off, letting it clatter noisily down the ladder, falling to the ground below you. “Okay, how about now?”

 You grinned. “Alright, yeah. I see. It looks…fixable.” you managed to say, turning to look at him. You realized you’d never been this close to the sergeant in all your time of knowing him—the feeling was foreign, but surprisingly, not unwelcome. “So, how do we fix it?”

 “We?” Lemmons scoffed. “You’re supposed to sit back and watch me do all the work, Major.” he said with a laugh, beginning to step down the ladder, careful not to disrupt your position. You were quick to hop down after him, landing roughly on your feet. He kicked the broken propeller away.

 You shook your head. “Well, maybe I want to help for a change. Is that such a bad thing? I know some stuff.” you said, somewhat defensively. “It is my plane after all…” you added pridefully.

 Lemmons rolled his eyes and laughed. “Alright. You wanna help? Come on.” Lemmons beckoned, tossing you a wrench. You looked at it, a crease between your brows. You looked back at him. “Well, don’t just stand there, Major.”

 You huffed, stifling a smile. You asked for this, you thought to yourself. “Yeah, yeah. Shut it, Sergeant.” you muttered, ditching your jacket and hat to follow him towards the worst wreckage of your plane. “What am I supposed to do?” you asked, hand up to block the bright sun from your eyes, squinting to find Lemmons’ in front of you.

 “Well…” he started, grinning as he started up the ladder. “You’re gonna have to watch and learn first, Major.” Lemmons stated, before starting work on your Starcatcher. You sighed, and nodded.

 “You bust her more and I’ll kick your ass, you hear?” you said, hands on your hips as you watched his fluid movements—he’d done this a hundred times over and over. He could get this done within hours, but still took the extra time to teach you. But why? You decided you didn’t really care about the reason. Lemmons scoffed.

 He laughed. “That’s a joke, right?” he asked, looking down at you. “Me messing up a plane…” he muttered to himself, as if it were the punchline. “I couldn’t do any worse than what you put her through.” he added, and smiled down at you.

 “Alright, enough smack talk. Show me what to do.” you said, feigning an irritated tone. You bit back a smile, jaw clenched.

 “Well, Major, c’mon up here.” he said, offering you a hand. Damn Ken Lemmons, you thought to yourself, glancing around. You didn’t give any more thought to it as you took his calloused hand, once again pressed close to him as he pointed out the smallest bits and pieces of your engine—things even you hadn’t known about. You watched and listened intently, cheek propped on your hand, brows furrowed. For a few times, you couldn’t help but look at him as he spoke, his own meeting yours—you made sure to nod along, even if you didn’t catch on. Anything to keep him talking.

 He snapped his fingers. “Did I lose you?”

 You shook your head. “What? No, I just—”

 Lemmons laughed. “I know I’m easy on the eyes, but this part is important. I don’t want you to get electrocuted or something,” he stated casually.

 You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” you muttered, turning back to look at the engine. Lemmons smiled, but continued on his words nonetheless.

[444namesplus]

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[noneedtoamputate]

A radio tech! I love this idea. 👕19. If your character had to get a tattoo, what would it be? 📦11. What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character? (And bonus - who is that acquaintance?) 🤝7. Who is your character most honest with?

Thanks, Merc.

👕I'm the last person to ask about tattoos because I am a wimp and will never get one, and I never think about my characters getting one, either. Carrie is from Quincy, Illinois, right on the MIssissippi River, so I think something related to a river or water. Or maybe 10.10.43 for the date of the Munster raid.

📦 Carrie is a baseball fan and always wears her St. Louis Cardinals cap while working in the repair hut,

Does it mention in the show where DeMarco is from? I just know the 100th Bomb Group Foundation states his hometown in Winnetka, Illinois, firmly in Chicago Cubs territory. When his nephew sends him a pack of baseball cards, he gives the Stan Musial card to Carrie, and a peace offering for their (playful) bickering during the 1943 season. She keeps the card on her workbench after he is shot down,

🤝Carrie loves the women she serves with at Thorpe Abbotts, but she is very close to Ken Lemmings.

[allusivealyssa]

Ken eyes his bike carefully before he backs up toward Alyssa’s home. He hasn’t ridden in a while, Kasumi’s been too busy growing up to want to ride with her dad recently so it’s been parked deep in the garage.

Naturally though, it was perfect for how fast he needed to see Alyssa today. He’s got his helmet clutched beneath one arm as he climbs the stairs to her front door.

Ken’s not normally nervous about seeing people he’s attracted to or as Kasumi would put it, crushing on but Alyssa made him…jittery. She was young and beautiful and whatever outlook she had on life Lem couldn’t quite pinpoint it. There were things about her that he didn’t know and he couldn’t help the anxiety that bubbled in his gut just thinking about the what hand life might have dealt her.

He knocks. “Alyssa? It’s Ken.”

“You really came,” Alyssa gives a soft smile as she makes the obvious observation, simply because she truly wasn’t sure that he would. It had been a long time since they had seen each other. The two had been in contact though sparingly as life pulled them both in their individual directions. Casual pleasantries at mutual events far and in-between, the more common but less personal social media interactions, a surprise text here and there— this the extent of their friendship nowadays. Nevertheless he’s here now, and she’s happier than she would prefer to be about it. That decision isn’t her mind’s to make though.

She leads him into her home that she’s grown quite proud of, despite feeling like it’s missing something every day. Every inch of it proves her success with her career, but still it’s cozy and feels like her.

He sets his helmet down on the counter nearest them and she gives him a glance over. Tall as ever, muscular as ever, and more inked than she remembered him to be. The years had blessed him well, though he always had been when it came to looks. Attractive since the day they met and somehow even more attractive where he stands now.

“I’m happy you made it.”

[kenperfume]

Phân Biệt Nước Hoa Tommy Hilfiger

Xem xét bao bì và tem nhãn

Một trong những dấu hiệu hàng giả thường là bao bì và tem nhãn kém chất lượng. Hãy kiểm tra kỹ các tem nhãn, chú ý đến độ sắc nét và chất lượng in ấn. Hàng chính hãng thường có tem nhãn được thiết kế t��� mỉ, không có vết lem hay nhòe.

Kiểm tra hộp đựng

Hộp đựng của nước hoa Tommy Hilfiger chính hãng thường được làm từ chất liệu cao cấp, có độ bền cao. Hãy chạm vào và cảm nhận về độ mịn màng và chắc chắn của hộp đựng. Hàng giả thường có vẻ nhẵn nhụi và kém sang trọng.

Kiểm tra mùi hương

Một phần quan trọng không thể thiếu khi phân biệt nước hoa chính hãng là kiểm tra mùi hương. Hãy xịt một chút nước hoa lên da và đợi một vài phút để cảm nhận mùi hương phát triển. Nước hoa Tommy Hilfiger chính hãng thường có mùi hương tươi mới, dễ chịu và bám lâu.

Kiểm tra phụ kiện kèm theo

Một số sản phẩm nước hoa chính hãng thường đi kèm với các phụ kiện như túi xách, sample nhỏ hoặc thẻ bảo hành. Hãy kiểm tra kỹ xem sản phẩm mà bạn mua có đi kèm những phụ kiện này không.

Kiểm tra mã vạch và nguồn gốc sản phẩm

Trên hộp đựng và chai nước hoa chính hãng thường có mã vạch và thông tin về nguồn gốc sản phẩm. Bạn có thể kiểm tra mã vạch này để đảm bảo sản phẩm được nhập khẩu chính hãng.

Nhớ rằng, việc mua hàng từ các địa điểm uy tín như Ken Perfume là cách tốt nhất để đảm bảo bạn đang mua được sản phẩm chính hãng và chất lượng. Hãy tỉnh táo và cẩn thận khi lựa chọn sản phẩm để trải nghiệm một cách tuyệt vời nhất từ nước hoa Tommy Hilfiger!

[woodleturtle]

Ka lo upa ve ta aniange

Kalo upa ve ta aniange, khawvel pawh a mawina alo tlem tial tiala, a nawmna a tlem tial tiala, thil lem ka hre hnem tial tiala. Mi fel emaw ka tihkha an lo fel vek loa, misual emaw ka tihkha an lo sual vek kher loa. Ka benga thil lut a tam avangin eng ber nge awiha awih loh tur ka hrethiam bawk lo. Thil hi a lan ang hi alo nilo tihhi vawiinah khan ka hrechiang ve chiaha. Naupang chu na an neih chuan an ṭap maia, mahse puitling tehian an na tehi tahpui loin anmahni hian an lo pai renga. An na tihdamna tur eng engemaw an lo zawng kual a, an zawn kher loh pawn an na pai reng chuan an thinlung alo tiṭawih thin alo nia.

Puitlin hi ka va chak lo tak em. Ka naupan laia nula niha sunday a biakina puan biha pheikhawh sang bun ka chak khan thil dang ken tel alo ngahzia hi lo hria ni ila ka chak kher angem aw ka tithin.

[smallerplaces]

Online thrift rabbit hole

Blame it on Barbie. While scrolling the R-site from which people are fleeing like lemmings who have a sense of self-preservation, I chanced on this post linking to shopgoodwill.com, so I had to look.

You can buy previously owned fashion dolls in lots of 4 pounds or more. At the BIN price plus shipping, it's basically $25 for 17 dolls, or $1.50 a doll, which is a heck of a deal in an irresponsible hoarding kind of way. There were dozens of these lots, and I'll admit I took a closer look at a few that seemed promising. But I'd need at least one-third of the lot to be grail dolls, and that ain't happening.

You can, however, pay up for clones.

Fashion Corner "Girl on the Go" has all the hallmarks of a discount-store clone brand. Some eBay digging suggests that the brand has been around since the 1990s, and everyone wants $10 for their clone doll.

I'll admit to feeling temptation, but I'd go for the 1990s gal here on eBay if I couldn't resist (seller jennmas_28).

Goodwill also has a fixed-price online shop, Goodwill Finds, where the big fashion doll lots are a lot more expensive.

This lot runs $44 before shipping.

Someone here knows something, to have specifically identified these dolls are Lovely Patsy, the clone brand so awesome that it's often worth collecting on its own merits (and makers of Midnight Magic, the best of the Monster High knock-offs).

Then there was the listing I initially thought were Ken clones, until I took a closer look. They kind of are, but there's context.

Kenya Fashion Madness was a whole thing in 2013, part of a wave of black fashion dolls to fill the gap left by Barbie making everyone "LA tan" in those years. The star of the posse was Kenya herself, who loves fashion, plays in a band, and has an impressive natural 'do. The shaved-head gentleman in three of these boxes is TJ, Kenya's boyfriend. The light dude in the left-most box is TJ's earnest young cousin Dwayne. At one point that involved a clearance sale at Burlington in an era when I was trying to acquire more Skipper-friendly dolls, I owned Kenya's little sister Keyshia.

So I wondered whether any other thrifts did their own online shopping for fashion dolls. The answer is mostly no, with the lively and cheerful exception of Thriftworld, which goes for the drama on a lot of Barbies with the older tiny-waist body.

This was an interesting virtual excursion, but I don't see myself buying large lots of fashion dolls any time soon.

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The Little Italian Hotel by Phaedra Patrick - EXCERPT

Park Row Books

When a relationship expert’s own marriage falls apart, she invites four strangers to Italy for a vacation of healing and second chances in this uplifting new novel from the author of The Messy Lives of Book People.

Ginny Splinter, acclaimed radio host and advice expert, prides herself on knowing what’s best for others. So she’s sure her husband, Adrian, will love the special trip to Italy she’s planned for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. But when Ginny presents the gift to Adrian, he surprises her with his own very different plan—a divorce. Beside herself with heartache, Ginny impulsively invites four heartbroken listeners to join her in Italy instead while live on air. From hiking the hills of Bologna to riding a gondola in Venice to sharing stories around the dining table of the little Italian hotel, Ginny and her newfound company embark on a vacation of healing. However, when Adrian starts to rethink their relationship, Ginny must decide whether to commit to her marriage or start afresh, alone. And an unexpected stranger may hold the key to a very different future… Sunny, tender and brimming with charm, The Little Italian Hotel explores marriage, identity and reclaiming the present moment—even if it means leaving the past behind.

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The Author: Phaedra Patrick is the bestselling author of several novels, including The Curious Charms of Arthur Pepper, which has been translated into twenty-five languages worldwide. Her second novel, Rise and Shine Benedict Stone, was made into a Hallmark movie. An award-winning short story writer, she previously studied art and marketing and has worked as a stained glass artist, film festival organizer and communications manager. Phaedra lives in Saddleworth, UK, with her family.

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EXCERPT:

Mountains

“Hi, it’s Ginny Splinter, I’m listening. Tell me your wor¬ries…” It was something she said so many times a day on her Just Ask Ginny radio show it had become second nature, like sprin¬kling sunflower seeds on her muesli or kissing her husband, Adrian, on the cheek before he left for work each morning. Ginny arrived early at the Talk Heart FM studio that day to pass a financial planning article to a security guard who’d confided to her he was struggling to pay his rent. She stopped to chat to the young receptionist whose boyfriend wouldn’t commit to anything more serious between them. “You shouldn’t rely on him for your own self-esteem. Never forget you’re a prize worth winning,” Ginny told her with a kind smile. “Come talk to me anytime.” The receptionist wiped a tear from her eye. “Do you re¬ally mean that?” “A promise is a promise. Stay strong, sweetheart.”

Ginny walked away with a glow in her chest, touched when others trusted her with their personal issues. She wasn’t one to toot her own horn, but when her friends wept into their char¬donnay, she was the one they turned to for good advice and packets of tissues. Where others saw paths littered with bro¬ken glass, she chose to picture the sun rising over the moun¬tains. It was probably why thousands of folk from Greenham, Ginny’s leafy northwest England hometown, tuned in to her daily advice show. Throughout her fifteen years on the air, there wasn’t a prob¬lem Ginny hadn’t tried to fix, whether it was loneliness, retire¬ment worries, body dysmorphia, noisy neighbors or bullying at work. She offered solutions for the lost loves, secret loves and the never-been-in-loves. Empathy was her superpower. Other people’s issues made her appreciate her happy mar¬riage all the more. Her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary was just around the corner and she couldn’t wait to celebrate it in style. Whenever Ginny thought about the surprise holiday she’d booked for her and Adrian, in Italy, she couldn’t help smiling. Next month, in June, they were going to be stay¬ing in a gorgeous little village, Vigornuovo in Bologna, for three whole weeks. It would also be the perfect opportunity to renew their wedding vows, to reaffirm their love and com¬mitment to each other and to have some fun, too. The thought of spending quality time alone with her hus¬band made a rush of warmth flood her skin. Ginny couldn’t wait to wander the side streets of Venice at dusk and admire Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence. More than anything, she wanted to reignite the spark in her marriage. She and Adrian had been so busy recently that they were like cars speeding along a motorway in opposite direc¬tions. It made her feel uncharacteristically listless, especially now that their daughter, twenty-four-year-old Phoebe, had left home to move in with her fiancé, Pete, and was busy ar¬ranging her own wedding. Ginny usually advised fellow empty nesters to keep busy by taking up a new hobby, perhaps home baking or walking a neighbor’s dog, but she was struggling to practice what she preached. Her hormones had felt out of balance for some time and sticking HRT patches to her backside, to banish her hot flashes, hadn’t proved to be the wonder cure she’d hoped for. Last week, she’d had a worrying urge to rip open her blouse on the high street and flash her lacy bra to passersby. “See, I’m here, still desirable, not invisible!” she’d wanted to shout. But really, she wanted her husband to make her feel that way. The Italian holiday was going to be the perfect solution. When she stepped into the elevator at work, Ginny was faced with a new life-sized poster of herself. She had an au¬burn high ponytail with a trademark curl at the end, and was wearing a pastel blue skirt suit with animal print heels. Her face had been airbrushed, removing every wrinkle, and she’d been given a golden halo and wings. Ginny Splinter, Advice Angel, said the tagline. Ginny pursed her lips. She didn’t like that her lines had been erased. She’d earned them over forty-nine years of life experience, like gathering stamps in a passport. In the office, she waved at her latest producer, Tam. There was a conveyor belt of young graduates keen to join Talk Heart FM, using it as a training ground before migrating to bigger and better roles elsewhere. Tam was the latest recruit. She buzzed with ideas and her oversized black-rimmed glasses screamed ambition. Tam propelled her chair across the office at great speed while sitting in it. “Gin, babe,” she said, tapping a pen against her teeth. “Thought we’d shake things up today and take some live calls, if you’re up for it?” Ginny sat down at her desk and frowned. “Are you sure that’s sensible? We’ve got time to run through the show and handpick a few problems. It gives me time to digest them and give my best advice.” Her mind flicked back to a live call during which a woman had set fire to her husband’s clothes after discovering his affair. Fortunately, he’d not been wearing them at the time. After¬ward, Ginny had fielded lots of calls from concerned listeners and had to assure them everything was okay. Since then, all her producers preferred to pre-record conversations. Tam drummed her fingers on the table. “Come on, Gin. Today’s lead news story is about a herd of sheep escaping into Greenham town center.” She fanned a yawn with her hand. “You must be bored of the same old format, too. We don’t want Just Ask Ginny to become the missionary position of ad¬vice shows.” Ginny narrowed her eyes. She knew her audience well. “Playing some great music, reading out listeners’ letters and giving them advice on air, plus a few pre-recorded interviews is a proven formula,” she said. “And the new poster makes me look like someone off Love Island.” Tam slow-blinked and tapped her teeth again. “Hmm…” she said, looking Ginny up and down critically. “Not sure about that.” Ginny was increasingly aware she was now twice the age of her colleagues. It felt unbelievable, laughable even, that she and Adrian would both turn fifty later that year. She always told callers that age was just a number, but she was finding the milestone confusing. One minute, she treated herself to a new pair of sparkly stilettoes, and the next she found herself reading reviews for thermal nightdresses. She bought pretty lingerie and vitamins to improve her energy levels. She was far from being old, but her youth sometimes seemed like a distant memory. “I’ve made my decision.” Tam pointed her pen at Ginny’s chest like a pistol. “Let’s go for the live calls.” Ginny tried not to growl. A few minutes later, she went live on air, playing songs by Ed Sheeran, Adele and Coldplay, slotting in a couple of her own choices by Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Strokes. Many of the callers seeking advice used a pseudonym and sometimes even affected a fake voice. Ginny nervously gnawed the inside of her cheek as she took a live call from Confused of Greenham. The woman didn’t know whether to enter a third marriage with a kind, generous man she didn’t love, or to pursue a fling with a younger pizza delivery guy. “Picture yourself five years from now,” Ginny said. “You’re lying on your sofa, wrapped in a blanket with a dose of the flu. A hand gently sweeps the hair off your clammy forehead. You open your eyes and see someone holding out a cup of hot tea and some aspirin for you. Is it your fiancé or the pizza guy?” “My fiancé, I suppose,” Confused said. “Then there’s your answer. You can get pizza anytime from any place. Care and understanding are more difficult to come by.” Ginny wrapped up the call and Tam’s weary voice came through her headphones. “Try making the next call sexier, Gin,” she said. “We don’t want listeners nodding off.” “I’m here to help, not titillate,” Ginny said through gritted teeth. She ran a hand down her ponytail and picked up a call from the next person on the line. “Hello, it’s Ginny Splinter, I’m listening. Tell me your worries.” The woman’s voice sounded shaky. “Oh, hello. It’s Miss…Peach.”

“Well, hi there, Miss Peach. Thanks for joining me today,” Ginny said. “Is there anything you’d like to share?” The caller’s words stuttered out. “I only stayed with my husband for the sake of our child. You make a promise and then you’re stuck with it, for life. I wish I’d got out while I had the chance… I’ve wasted so much precious time and now I don’t know what to do.” A familiar ache of compassion rose in Ginny’s chest. It was something she welcomed but had also learned to control, so other people’s problems didn’t affect her too deeply. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she soothed. “It sounds like you’ve been through a tough time. There’s nothing you can do to change the past, but you can take control of your future.” “What if it’s too late for that?” “It’s never too late to move on. Focus on yourself and con¬sider what you really want from life—” “And what if I don’t know?” Miss Peach snapped. “What if I’ve forgotten how to think about me?” Ginny hmm’d and delivered a sympathetic pause while considering what advice to give her caller. People often just needed a gentle push in the right direction. “Why not make a list of all the things you enjoy, perhaps a walk in the country or a trip to the cinema. Try to get to know yourself again and—” “As if that will work,” Miss Peach interrupted, her tone growing more brittle. “And what do you know anyway? You think you’re little Ms. Perfect, don’t you?” Ginny’s scalp prickled and her mouth dried. Her uneasy sensation made the room tilt a little. She waved a hand, try¬ing to get Tam’s attention through the glass partition, but the producer was busy scrolling on her phone. “This call is about you, not me,” she told Miss Peach. “Please don’t let your re¬grets eat you up.” “I’ve seen photos of you and your husband in a magazine. Adrian, isn’t it? You think you have such a marvelous life to¬gether.” Ginny’s heartbeat began to thump ominously in her ears. A few thousand people would be listening in to this conversa¬tion. Oh, god, she hoped Adrian or Phoebe weren’t tuning in. Organizing a wedding was stressful enough for her daughter without this. Ginny drew a finger across her neck, indicating to Tam she was thinking of cutting the caller off. Her producer didn’t notice. “Shouldn’t you address your own problems before you lec¬ture other people?” Miss Peach continued. “Do you even know what your husband gets up to at work? How well do you really know him?” Ginny hesitated and rubbed the double lines between her eyebrows. Of course she knew Adrian, from the way the moles on his back formed a diamond shape, to how he liked his toast served warm, not hot, and with butter spread right to the edges. He didn’t like the bedroom to be stuffy so he slept with the window ajar, even if it meant Ginny had to wear socks in bed during winter. He thought Porsches were works of art but would feel like a cliché owning one. He could be grumpy until his morning coffee kicked in and he enjoyed a nice glass of Rioja most evenings. He loved dogs, hated cats, liked dark chocolate but never white and sang Oasis songs while he shaved. Nevertheless, something icy seemed to slither down her spine. “Miss Peach, what do you mean by—?” Ginny started. “Ask him,” Miss Peach said. “Ask him what?” But there was a click and the line went dead.

Excerpted from The Little Italian Hotel. Copyright © 2023 by Phaedra Patrick. Published by Park Row Books, an imprint of HarperCollins.

[ruiwitana]

Tema: Ring van die Republiek

Thomo: Ek was 'n draakman in die Sultanaat van Egipte; Kort-kort grom 'n wolf in my bloed. En wanneer dit gebeur, maak ek dood. Brant is my naam. Ek leef deur bedrog en roof. Slim, ryk, gevrees, ek is gebore aan die oorkant van die see, in Candia, van 'n Bulgaarse ma. My pa het skape en bokke gehad, en die sagmoedige lug van een wat op sy eie woon, maar snags Gereformeerd in handelaars se huise. Ek onthou die dag toe hy my alleen gelos het om na die kudde om te sien. Ek is elf en sy dolk. Wanneer die smid se seun en die hoefsmid se seun my in 'n rots insleep weet ek wat om te doen. Hulle wil my oneer aandoen. By die eerste huil die lem onder die oksel, by die tweede aan die basis van die nek. Daardie aand het die wolwe gekom. Stop die aanranding van die eerste. Die strykyster maak dit onder die oor oop. Ek skree terwyl die tweede amper my arm afruk. Ons ou hond hoor my, maak my pa en sy vyf broers wakker, wat die trop slag. “Leer by die wolf moed, seun en geduld. Neem waar, organiseer, slaan toe”. Ek het nog daai tandmerke op my pols. Hulle is my trots. Hulle sal my nooit verlaat nie, solank ek asemhaal, haal die dier in my asem. Vir jare was ek 'n laphandelaar in Konstantinopel. Daar het ek die verskillende tale van die oostelike see geleer. Ek het baie gestudeer en is in die salaris van San Marco sedert die Turk die stad ingeneem het: sewe-en-twintig jaar lank verken ek en doen verslag vir 'n lewe. Ek was 'n draakman in die Sultanaat van Egipte; Ek het in Ciprus, in Scutari, gewoon. Ek ken senatore, bedelaars, soldate, manne van roem, prokureurs en brigandes, ek ken chirurge en woekeraars, Christen-Jode, Grieke, Turke en Perse. Ek gereeld adellike vroue en prostitute. Die wyfies is my oë, die dienaars van die rykes, die vrouens van die herbergiers, die matrones in beheer van die bordele, hulle is my ore. Deur hulle, met my kuns van ruil en vleiery, kom ek waar ek wil. En ek wou nog altyd baie hê: baie dukate, baie kennis, baie lag in die aangesig van die dood. Soms sing die wolf in my bloed. Dit is 'n donker melodie, dik van geheue en vrees. En as dit gebeur skud 'n koue wind my kop giā-hili-yya Egiptiese term (afgelei van die werkwoord gia-hi-la-la «om ween’) wat letterlik dui op 'n toestand van droefheid met respek van die Egiptiese; inkonsekwent word dit gebruik om die Islamitiese era aan te dui, onkundig.

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Not in my usual vein, but I decided to ask my good friend who only knows a little bit about persona 3 what they thought about the characters.

Fuuka is still sending me LMAO.

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Gore/horror related neopronoun ideas

(//ofc warning for horror/gore-y words)

Gutz/gore/bits/hiss/gir/whirr/wyrm/teeth/riot/ze/zir/spli/cer/ar/son/butcher/sh*/hxr/malice/pain/doll/IV/blood/greed/lust/wrath/envy/knife/in/cisor/para/claw/gri/grime/saw/gutz/vei/vein/rot/core/cor/corpse/bone/dread/en/tomb/dirt/hearse/mag/got/fran/ken/stein/drac/ect/crypt/ghou/ghoul/ghost/haun/haunt/hell/hound/bite/chomp/necrom/rake/sin/axe/vamp/spir/zomb/cata/comb/flesh/org/an/succumb/inc/styx/scythe/stick/sickle/scyr/zo/zom/cer/berus/thorn/sharp/chi/maera/go/lem/grim/chain/mor/morbid/voi/void/vae/vaer/fog/myst/ter/ror/terror/eye/shriek/fright/chain/saw/hall/hallow/macabre/eerie/slip/knot/tor/ture/rope/rheum/syringe/gut/hook/graft/sti/stitch/wick/wicked/rage/cruel/brutal/dark/bale/tragic/V/bat/beast/gnarl/growl/snarl/bleary/brute/cellar/ceme/tary/semetary/coffin/diabolic/dire/dour/drab/dread/dusk/fer/vor/gloom/grave/stone/hex/howl/masque/sav/savage/shiver/sin/sinister/skull/snake/fury/ire/malice/acri/rage/ira/irk/memento/mori/slash/slasher/wrench/thrill/sick/jab/stab/terror/grotesque/ghast/lurid/crypt/splint/stifle/cough/morgue

[dweemeister]

THE VIETNAM WAR (2017, dir. Ken Burns and Lynn Novick)

Episode Six: “Things Fall Apart” (January – July 1968)

The basic assumptions on which the North Vietnamese launched [the Tết Offensive] had all proved to be wrong. Hanoi’s leaders had assumed the ARVN would crumble, that South Vietnamese soldiers would come over to their side. Instead, not a single unit defected. The civilian populace Hanoi expected to rise up may have been unhappy with their government, but they had little sympathy for communism. And when the fighting began, they had hidden in their homes to escape the fury in the streets.

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