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[perfettamentechic]

20 marzo … ricordiamo …

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2023: Anita Thallaug, cantante e attrice norvegese. Thallaug è apparsa in musical, cinema e programmi televisivi. Sotto il nome di Vesla Rolfsen, all’età di sette anni, si esibiva al teatro Spider di Oslo.È apparsa spesso nei programmi per bambini della NRK degli anni ’50. La sorella Edith Thallaug era un’attrice e cantante d’opera. (n. 1938) 2023: Terry Norris, attore e politico australiano. Ha…

[ursuburbanmother]

I’m On Fire, But I’m Trying Not to Show It || Chapter One

Pairing: Angus Tully x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Angus have been best friends since you were little children. Now in high school the only thing that separates you is a lake between both your schools. Due to what was describe by your headmaster as "Unfortunate circumstances due to chance, and poor planning on our part," you are forced to stay at the Barton Academy for the holidays with the company of your best friend or maybe more.

a/n: hi guys! I’m new so try to be kind to me lol. Anyways this is probably not very good. It’s slow paced cause I wanted to establish their friendship. Not sure where this is going so if you have any suggestions let me know! Also not grammar or beta read so…

Word Count: 3k

Find: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Enjoy!

December 17th, 1970

You hadn’t spoken to your parents in months. You figured they would call or write a letter or something. In October they wished you a speedy little, “Happy Halloween,” before hanging up. You could hear the loud party in the background. Always the socialites, they were probably eager to get back to enjoying themselves by downing flutes of champagne and appetizers. Now it was December, and you had not received a peep from either. When the holiday plans form was passed out to the girls of your boarding school at the end of November, you ignored it. Then the deadline came, and you hastily checked off the box that said, ‘Plan to stay on campus.’

Your parents hadn’t called to dispute it and now you’re stuck at mass, sitting in a pew, watching other happy families and their daughters anxiously waiting to leave. You wondered if there was still a way for you to get away. Your friend, really only friend, Angus Tully was headed to St. Kitts and with him gone, your only true escape was gone. If he knew you were stuck holding over, he would beg his parents to take you, but you knew it would be too much of an imposition, so you kept that fact secret.

Life had always seemed to throw you two together. Even at the age where cooties were still a very legitimate fear. Born in the same snobby Boston neighborhood you two were often the only kids at your parent's parties. You remember that humid night on the Fourth of July when you had met the lanky boy with a mess of brown curls. The fireworks had begun to go off and everyone wore white dresses and suits. You had become restless and started to wander the halls of your home aimlessly. Streamers of blue, red and white hung from the ceiling and servers walked around passing out sparklers.

You found him on the patio. He tugged, annoyed, at his tie. Your own dress was stifling in the heat and for a pair of seven-year-olds, you found the best solution to your ailment was to jump into the shallow end of the pool.

“I’ll do it, if you do it,” you had promised under the hum of cicadas and floating fireflies.

“Deal,” you shook hands.

The water was cold and clear. You swam around for a while, splashing each other and playing Marco Polo. It was at the same time your mother had decided to move the party outside so people could watch the lights in the sky a bit better. You two were pulled out of the pool and shook like wet dogs.

Livid, your parents fed you the line all parents wait to say to their troublesome child, “If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?” You decided at that moment that yes, you would.

After that you two were inseparable. Because when you're a kid all you need is one single act of solidarity to devote your life to someone. Throughout elementary school you were practically fused to one another. You’d exclude people from your game of hopscotch and eat lunch in secret nooks. When you two were headed to high school your parents enrolled you in a posh all-girl boarding school and Angus to some prep school in another rural part of Massachusetts. Phone calls rang long. You remember the groans you would get from other girls who would give up trying to use the payphone. At some point you had run out of quarters and so to save money you had begun writing letters. Angus being Angus, he’d write as if he was off at war and the letters were the last things keeping him sane.

You knew he never enjoyed school but after he was kicked out from his first preparatory, then his second and third, you had turned into a scolding mother.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Die if I’m lucky, shave my head at Fork Union if not.”

“I want to go to college with you Angus. If not college then I at least want to be able to be an adult with you. One with a diploma so we can get easy jobs as regional salespeople or something,” you mumbled, twirling the phone cord around with your finger.

“You really thought this out,” he laughed.

“I’m serious, Augie.” You heard him sigh across the line.

“Okay. I’ll do better. No screw ups next time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

When he was sent to Barton, your sister school, you couldn’t have been more excited. It was a short walk away; you could see it from across the lake that separated you. Your mom had been the one to call you about the change. She said his mother thought having him near you would make him less fussy. Something about you being the good influence he needs. You doubted that yet bit your tongue, knowing it would create more trouble than anything. Now it had been over a year and Angus had kept his word. When the opportunity arose for you to meet up, you would take it. Football games or talent shows, you were there. To anyone outside, it would have appeared as though you two just held a lot of school spirit. Like that beach boy's song.

“Be true to your school now,” you’d sing into Angus' ear.

He’d roll his eyes but always join in, “just like you would to your girl or guy.”

“Rah-rah-rah-rah sis boom bah! I love that part!” You’d giggle.

He’d try to hide his smile, but you could always tell. He’d put his arm around your shoulder and say, “Yeah okay.”

…

Once you were dismissed from mass you sighed and trudged all the way back through the snow to your dorm building. Having it so empty was eerie, you could hear your own footsteps echoing down the halls. You made your way into the common room to wait for Ms. Orchard.

She was meant to be your babysitter for the next few weeks. She was your Renaissance literature teacher. Ms. Orchard was nice but on the older side, which meant she was traditional. You often thought she would be better suited to be a Home Economics teacher if she was so invested in being ladylike.

You sat in the corner of the couch and opened a book. Minutes passed and it seemed obvious no one was coming to join you. Not even Mrs. Orchard. She probably broke a hip trying to make her way back in the snow.

“Ms. Orchard has broken a hip while walking in the snow,” the door suddenly bursts open hitting the side of the wall so hard it shakes the room.

“What?” Your mouth drops at the news. Shit, had you jinxed it?

Your Dean, Mr. Jameson says as he walks in, covered in snowflakes. “Yup. She slipped on ice on the way here. By the parking lot. Didn’t you hear the ambulance?”

“Uh… no?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, looking around the room, “where are the other girls?”

“I think it’s just me sir.”

“Ah, right. Well that makes this easier. You’ll be spending your Christmas break at Barton. Now, it’s awfully last minute so we hope they take you. Why don’t you go get your bag ready and-,”

“Hold on. Barton the boys' school?” You could almost gag at the idea. No offense to Angus, but you could remember the endless horror stories he would tell you of life in a boys' school. The air always smelled weird, and cleanliness was the least of their worries. “Isn’t there somebody to replace Ms. Orchard?”

“This place cleared out thirty minutes ago, Ms. L/n,” he said, “And I have a family to get back to.”

“But-, I just-, isn't there a rule against this or something?”

“I have no doubt that the teacher supervisor there will ensure you have a safe, jolly time Ms. L/n.”

“But I-,”

“That’s enough. I understand this is an unprecedented situation, but the only alternative would be to leave you here alone and that just is not going to happen. Please Ms. L/n, make this easy for everyone.” With his hand he motioned towards the door.

“Fine,” you gritted out. You got off the couch and went to your room. You half-heartedly crammed anything you could into your suitcase. Some shirts, sweaters and pants. You ran out of space and resorted to carrying your books in your hands along with your potted plant. You felt bad leaving your lavender to just sit and wilt, so you took her with you.

“I made a few calls. Everything should work out. You all settled then?” Mr. Jameson said once you had made your way back to the common room. Nodding with a tight-lipped smile you headed out. You two could have walked but apparently, he was in a hurry to catch a six o’clock flight and you ended up taking his car.

It was a short drive and with reluctance you made your way inside the school. “Come on. Put a pep in your step,” Mr. Jameson clapped.

He navigated you around. You had only been in the main building, never the dorms. Blindly you let him guide you until you found yourself in a room with four other boys and Angus. Angus who was supposed to be half-way to the airport by now. His sulky face shifted into one of shock. You took a step towards him only to be stopped by your dean's arm in front of you. The other guys were looking at you with mouths wide open. It was like their eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. You grumbled, not knowing what else to do.

Mr. Jameson took the lead, “Mr. Hunham? Correct?” He outstretched his hand for him to shake. Hesitantly the older man took it.

“What’s the meaning of this,” he pointed between Mr. Jameson and you.

“Unfortunate circumstances due to chance, and poor planning on our part. This is Ms. Y/n L/n. Come introduce yourself.”

“I’m Y/n L/n,” you shrugged, looking at Angus for guidance. In unison they all say hello.

“Can we speak in private,” Mr. Jameson asked.

“Alright,” Mr. Hunham says, “no funny business,” he gives a pointed look to the boys.

The two teachers leave, and you quickly move to Angus to encapsulate him in a quick hug.

“What the hell? What are you doing here?”

“Funny, I was going to ask the same thing.”

“What the hell Angus. You have a girlfriend?” A blonde boy with a red tie says as his eyes scan your figure. You shift uncomfortably at the action. “A smoking one too…”

“Shut it Kountze, you’re catching flies,” Angus scoffs.

The door creaks open as both gentlemen return from their brief chat. You and Angus move away from each other like you were caught doing something wrong.

“It seems we will be extending you an invitation to Ms. L/n,” Mr. Hunham says, “you okayed this with Woodrup?” He verifies again with Dean Jameson.

“Yes, it’s all settled. We at Janie Patrick’s School thank you. We owe you one,” he turns to you, “goodbye L/n, you’re in good hands.”

He was halfway through the door when Mr. Hunham cleared his throat obnoxiously loudly. “As I was saying, we will be following a standard school schedule.”

“Uh, sir? We’re on vacation.” Kountze points out.

“Which means we’ll be taking our meals together. And you will observe regular hours of study.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The Peloponnesian War awaits, Mr. Kountze, you and Mr. Tully. The rest of you can get a jump on next semester. It’ll pay off. You’ll see.”

“We’re already holding over, and now we’re being punished for it?” Angus says bitterly and on fast reflex you rub his arm comfortingly. Mr. Hunham is just as fast to notice.

“Oh no, no, no. Do not tell me this is your girlfriend Mr. Tully.”

“Wh-what. No! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, we were born on the same street!”

“I do not intend to break apart your romantic escapades all break long.”

“We. Are. Just. Friends,” Angus reaffirms, venom on his tongue. You could see the blush rising on his pale cheeks. You could feel your own as well.

“Mhm,” Hunham hums skeptically, his gaze lingers on you two for a second before glancing back at his clipboard, “Alright… You will be afforded limited windows for recreation and supervised physical activity.”

“The gyms are not even open yet.”

“Yeah, they only lacquered half the floor,” another boy points out, this one has long blonde hair that reaches his shoulders.

“Fresh air will do you good,” says Hunham.

“It’s like 15 degrees outside.”

“And the Romans bathed naked in the freezing Tiber. Adversity builds character Mr. Tully. Uh, speaking of which, the school will be cutting heat to dormitories and faculty housing and so we’ll all be bunking in the infirmary. With separate accommodations for Ms. L/n of course.”

They all groan. You're just upset. You had thought you would spend the next two weeks avoiding Ms. Orchard and lying to Angus about your whereabouts while he admiringly described the beaches of St. Kitts to you over postcards. Although you supposed it wasn’t all bad. You could spend more time with him, under the watchful glare of Angus' teacher of course.

Together you all get ready to haul your things to the infirmary before being stopped by Mr. Hunhams tsking in disapproval.

“You philistines are just going to let the lady carry her own things? I’m sorry to see Barton has failed in ingraining a sense of chivalry into you.”

“Oh no, it’s alright really, I can do it,” you protest but they all scramble to help you anyway. “Can I carry your suitcase Y/n?” Kountze says, in an odd way, that was meant to be suggestive.

“Okay Kountze, piss off,” Tully pushes him away, leaning down slightly to get your things, “let’s go.” He walks quickly out the door, leaving the rest of you to follow him.

As you are slapped in the face by the harsh winds you curse the idiots at your school who refused to let you wear pants. You were forced to put on double the tights and your warmest coat. It did not do anything to aid you and your shivering made that clear. It was like they wanted to torture you when the boys stopped halfway down the quad and in front of a truck. You're still holding your books so it's not like you can rub your arms to help you out a little. They were complaining about Hunham, who they so endearingly nicknamed “Walleye.”

“Hey, guys, hold up for a second,” Angus tells the young kids in front of you. He sets his, and your things, down on the grimy paved road. He searched through his pockets and lit a cigarette. “Want one?” he asks you and Kountze.

“No. I got something else. Give me that,” he grabs the lighter from him and sparks a joint.

“Hey, don’t smoke that out here. I don't want to get busted by Walleye.”

“Don’t be such a pussy,”

“I’m not a pussy, I just don't want to end up at Fork Union paying for your mistake.”

He ignores Angus and instead turns his attention to you instead, “You're not like a total priss right?”

You shake your head. At least you didn’t think you were.

“Alright,” he smirks and stretches his hand out for you to shake, “Teddy Kountze.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say. The other unnamed boy is the next to greet you.

“Jason Smith.”

“We know who you are. You want to hit this,” Teddy offers the jock the joint.

Jason scans his surroundings before agreeing, “Uh, yeah.”

“You got a great arm man,” he compliments,

“Yeah, well, it’s just football.”

“How’d you get stuck holding over?”

“I’m supposed to be skiing with my folks up at Haystack, but my dad put his foot down. Said I can’t come home unless I cut my hair.”

“So why don’t you cut your hair?

“Civil disobedience, man.”

“I dig that,” you comment. “You know that when they tried to cut that tree between our schools, I organized the tree-sitting.”

“Holy shit that was you? Figured it was some hippies from Boston,” Teddy snickers.

“Nope. I sat in that tree for hours, drinking from water bottles that Angus tossed up to us.”

“Did it work?” Jason wonders.

“For now, yeah.”

“Awesome…. But no, he’s cool. It’s just a battle of wills. Still, I was hoping he’d cave first, because the powder up at Haystack is so sweet right now.”

“What about you, Mr. Moto? Why are you here?” Teddy asks one of the first-year boys.

He appears embarrassed to be singled out, “No, my name is Ye-Joon. My family is in Korea, and they think it’s too far for me to travel alone.”

“I figured it was because your rickshaw was broken,” Teddy laughs to himself. Angus didn’t exaggerate when she said this guy was a jerk.

“What a rickshaw?”

Angus intervenes, “You’re an asshole, Kountze. Your mind’s a cesspool and a shallow one at that.”

“Who’s the asshole Tully? You’re the one who blew up history.” Jason notices the tension and brings the group's conversation back to the freshman.

“What’s your story man?”

“Alex Ollerman. I’m here because my parents are on a mission in Paraguay. We’re LDS. “Mormons, right?” Alex nods yes.

“Don’t you guys wear some kind of magic underwear?” It's like Teddy loves to hear himself talk, you think.

“Common misconception. Actually, it’s called a temple garment, and we’re only supposed to wear it when-.”

“Hey, what's with the townies?” Kountze spots two men emerging from the chapel with a large, heavy green tree in their grasp.

“Hey, what are you doing with our Christmas tree?” Angus shouts, tapping you on the shoulder in a way that says can you believe this?

“The school sold it back to us. Scotch pine, still fresh.” The stranger shouts back.

“Yeah, we’re going to put it back on the lot. We do it every year.”

“This is the most bullshit ever.”

The boys put out their separate smokes much to the relief of Alex and Ye-Joon. You fall behind the rest of them and Angus naturally finds his place next to yours. You stroll in silence until he decides to break the ice.

“You going to tell me what happened?”

“You tell me first. You were so excited to go on vacation.”

“One word. Stanley.”

You grimace, knowing what that means. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever. They want to spend their honeymoon forgetting my existence then they can do just that. I’m almost an adult anyway. Then I can go anywhere I want anytime.”

“Is that what Judy said?”

“That was the bullshit excuse, yes.”

“Hey, you got me though. We’ll make this fun.”

“We have no tree, Hunham will be breathing down our back, and Kountze hasn’t stopped ogling at you since you arrived. Does that sound like the perfect Christmas to you?”

You laugh softly, “Ignore Hunham and Kountze. As for the tree, we could always Charlie Brown it. What do you think the lavender is here for?” You shake your plant a little. The purple bush sways in the wind.

He smiles, “Yeah… It’s not a bad little tree,” he begins to quote.

���Maybe it just needs a little love,” you say together and break into a fit of giggles.

[neithergodsnormen]

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[darkwithasharpenededge]

A Pretentious Bitch's Review of Magician: Apprentice by Raymond E. Feist

Rating: 65/100

Summary: A tropey high fantasy journey through a DND-esque, LOTOR-adjacent fantasy world.

I have actually read this book before, as a kid. I don't remember how old I was at the time, but I was much newer to fantasy and much less critical. I remember liking this book pretty well, but getting bored after the first sequel, and honestly that's an assessment I kind of stand by as an adult. Be warned, my review contains spoilers.

Plot: The central plot of the story is an invasion of the fantasy world of Midkemia by another world through "rift portals" by an empire known as the Tsurani. The majority of the story centers around the journey that the central party makes to the capitol in order to ask the king for aid in repelling the invaders, with a pivot towards the end to being about the warfare between the main characters and the invaders. It's also a coming of age for the main character, Pug, who, through several time skips, changes and develops. At the beginning I thought that the story was going to revolve around Pug's development as a magician, since he starts the story a poor magician, then has an incident where he accidentally uses magic to save the princess. Then he proceeds to never use magic again or really learn anything more about magic.

Some aspects of the plot are straight out of Lord of the Rings, especially the sequence where the party goes down into dangerous old unused Dwarven mines in order to pass under the mountains, where they face a dangerous enemy and are forced to leave one of their party behind. Also speaking of that incident, the author set up some tension where Pug was meant to believe that Tomas was lost, then immediately undercut it by showing the reader in the very next chapter that Tomas was alive. Additionally, Pug's reaction to finding out later on that Tomas was alive was never shown.

The early portions of the book that take place at the castle are enjoyable, and so is the journey that the main party makes. However, the war scenes at the end of the book become dull quickly, and I felt bogged down while reading them. The broadening of the story and the loss of connection with Pug and Kulgan, my two favorite characters, bored me.

Prose Quality: Nothing spectacular. It's fairly serviceable fantasy prose, with some decent scenery descriptions, a tendency towards the simplistic, and some moments of hilariously bad writing that I feel any competent editor should have noticed. A standout illustration is "waving aside Tully's comments with a dismissive wave." The author, when he choses to foreshadow something, is also typically VERY heavy-handed with it.

**Characters: **I enjoy Kulgan (the magician) quite a lot, along with Tully, the priest. In my note as I was writing I kept writing "I love Kulgan" over and over again. I'm decently fond of Pug as a character, and I don't mind Tomas. Every single other character I could quite frankly take or leave.

I will also use the space to talk about the names. The names are SO funny, in that way that names in older works of fantasy tend to be. They range from extremely common real world names to comical fantasy names. The great wizard is named Marcos. The main character is named Pug. The king is named Rodric.

I also commend the author for his willingness to let his male characters cry and be immature. Pug is, at the start of the story, a very young man, and he acts like it for the vast majority of the book, in a way that is endearing rather than insufferable. He also cries, over his friend Tomas when he is lost in the mine, and over several other things throughout the story.

Worldbuilding: The worldbuilding, especially when it comes to magic, has some genuinely interesting bits, and I was enjoying the segments with Tomas' armor that he gets from the dragon that he finds in the mine as well (although of course some of the concepts there, especially the idea of a long dead civilization that had control over the dragons, is done to death [although to be fair it likely wasn't done to death at the time of publication]). The worldbuilding on elves, dwarves, and the kingdom in general is pretty typical stuff. This book was based on the author's dungeons and dragons game and it shows. I will say that the medieval aspect of medieval fantasy is REALLY well-handled in this book. Travel times seem relatively realistic, they use carrier pigeons for messages traveling long distances, the characters typically wear tunics and leggings, which, can I just say that most fantasy series don't have the balls to put their characters in leggings, and most of the clothes of the nobility are in garishly bright colors by modern standards, which is, once again, realistic. There is a lot of death in the course of battles, although all deaths are nameless soldiers, no named characters die. (Once again, this is the author's Dungeons and Dragons campaign). There is some genuinely interesting political stuff that pops up midway through the book, with suggestions that in order to repel the invasion the characters involved may have to commit treason, but nothing comes of it.

Action Sequences: Most of the action sequences don't feel very tense. The style is, in my opinion, a bit dry, and especially some of the later scenes while the war is ongoing felt a bit dry and were a slog to get through. Additionally, they felt as though they had very little stakes. All the combat was quite bloody (in a very early sequence in the forest with the Dark Brotherhood [Drow], the party loses more than half of the soldiers they were traveling with) but no named characters ever died, and any time the fate of a main character was in question, that character's fate was IMMEDIATELY shown to leave the reader in no doubt of their survival, which cuts any tension rather brutally.

Romance: Worse than Sanderson by a long shot. And Sanderson's got the excuse of being Mormon! I will give this book that it no longer appears that Carline (the princess) will be getting with Pug at the end of the story.

Female Characters: Carline is the only notable woman in the entire book. She is pretty cool to be honest and has a couple of good moments, but we only see Carline from her own perspective towards the end of the book. I hate her plotline with Roland, like so much, but I'm glad she got her chance to do some fighting towards the end. At about halfway through the book I found myself really missing the presence of women.

Gay?: Nope. Laughed a lot at the use of the term "glory hole" in a mining context though.

Racism?: I'm hesitant to be critical of the book on this front because I don't necessarily think holding a piece of 80s fantasy to a modern standard is a particularly useful activity, especially when there are MUCH worse books in the genre than this one, but I feel the need to put this out there: The Tsurani are pretty clearly Asian-coded. It's a bit sketchy.

Was It Worth It?: I got this book for a dollar at Goodwill, so I'd say I got my money's worth, and the hardback will look nice on my shelf so there's that. As for the time cost... I'd say yeah, I got a kick out of revisiting the early scenes of the book.

Will I Continue The Series?: This book is the first in a VERY long series. I have the hardback copy that contains both Magician: Apprentice and Magician: Master so I probably will read Magician: Master eventually, just because I have it already. As for the rest of the series after that, I'm going to say no.

Final Verdict: It's a bit derivative and a bit dated and a bit slow. I suspect that although I was once, I no longer am the target audience. Here's to hoping the rest of my 2024 reads score higher.

Review Word Count: 1367

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Prepare for an exciting Special Edition FYI podcast episode with Paul Tully as he chats with Mexican soccer legend Marco Fabián. Marco shares his journey from playing for Mexico’s national team to transitioning into indoor soccer, offering insights into the sport's rising popularity and challenges. From overcoming injuries to his European experiences, this episode is a must-listen for soccer fans and anyone looking for inspiration.

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For a contract worth millions,Gianna McKenna became a surrogate to the States most wealthy family,Alexandre ‘Andres’ De Marco was the States demi god,the heir and chief executive of an empire while she was a middle class born.

With father’s business falling into crisis, she was forced by her adoptive mother and her sister into surrogacy.

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Contemporaneamente Gualdo Tadino. Festival in Umbria dell’arte contemporanea

Sei mostre in sei sedi museali cittadine e un cartellone ricco di giornate studio e laboratori per famiglie fanno parte di Contemporanemente Gualdo Tadino, il nuovo Festival d’arte contemporanea che animerà l’Umbria fino a gennaio 2024. La rassegna si inserisce nell’ambito delle iniziative volte ad espandere la vocazione culturale e ella provincia di Perugia, unendo il patrimonio storico artistico locale con l’arte contemporanea e l’innovazione culturale. Tra le diverse mostre in programma spicca la prima dedicata alla figura del gallerista recentemente scomparso Pio Monti, intitolata Pittura italiana contemporanea. Ultimi sessant’anni. Un percorso di ricerca per mari e Monti. Monti fu tra i galleristi che hanno fatto la storia di Roma nel secondo novecento accanto a Plinio De Martii, Gian Tommaso Liverani, Fabio Sargentini e Gian Enzo Speroni, la sua pratica ha espresso un modello culturale e artistico ancora centrale nell’estetica contemporanea. Il focus sulla pittura nel percorso di ricerca di Pio Monti ha lo scopo di contribuire a consegnare allo studio critico dei lavori che sono parte della storia dell’identità pittorica contemporanea italiana. Si tratta di un percorso espositivo che accompagna il pubblico alla scoperta della pittura italiana contemporanea degli ultimi sessant’anni, all’interno della Chiesa Monumentale di San Francesco. Nella mostra  sono raccolte oltre quaranta opere di Jannis Kounellis,Alighiero Boetti, Emilio Prini, Sol LeWitt, Salvo, Luigi Ontani, Gino De Dominicis, Carlo Maria Mariani, Vettor Pisani, Nicola De Maria, Enzo Cucchi, Claudio Cintoli, Mario Schifano, Tano Festa, Tommaso Lisanti, Gian Marco Montesano, Ubaldo Bartolini, H. H. Lim, Felice Levini, Lorenzo Bonechi, Nunzio, Stefano Di Stasio, Fathi Hassan, Alessio Ancillai, Alessandro Cannistrà, Teresa Iaria, Jeffrey Isaac, Claud Hesse, Mark Kostabi. Oltre all’omaggio al gallerista romano, ci sono una importante retrospettiva dedicata allo scultore contemporaneo Walter Guidobaldi (in arte WAL), che è Il fantastico mondo di WAL. Giganti sculture, magici animali e bizzarre creature, insieme a L’altra metà della Scultura contemporanea: Licia Galizia, Veronica Montanino, Francesca Tulli e Il capolavoro ritrovato. Pier Francesco Mola. Una scoperta di Vittorio Sgarbi. Invece, nel progetto Lab.artisti emergenti, c’è la personale del pittore Marco Ercoli, Nei tuoi occhi. Per il laboratorio per bambini è da non perdere Mangiare con gli occhi, sulla simbologia che si cela dietro frutta, ortaggi e fiori delle nature morte presenti nelle collezioni museali di Gualdo Tadino, oltre alle giornate studio che approfondiranno le strategie di management culturale degli enti museali e il futuro del giornalismo di settore, tra intelligenza artificiale e social networking. Read the full article

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Gina Lollobrigida and Humphrey Bogart in Beat the Devil (John Huston, 1953)

Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Jennifer Jones, Gina Lollobrigida, Robert Morley, Peter Lorre, Edward Underdown, Ivor Barnard, Marco Tulli, Bernard Lee. Screenplay: Truman Capote, John Huston, based on a novel by Claud Cockburn. Cinematography: Oswald Morris. Art direction: Wilfred Shingleton. Film editing: Ralph Kemplen. Music: Franco Mannino. 

Humphrey Bogart called John Huston's Beat the Devil a "mess," which it is, but much of the messiness is due to Bogart's presence in the film. His tough-guy persona, for which Huston himself was largely responsible after casting Bogart in roles like Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon (1941) and Fred C. Dobbs in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948), puts him tonally out of sync with the rest of the cast of eccentrics in Beat the Devil. Bogart doesn't seem to know how to play Billy Dannreuther, an American trying to recoup his fortunes by playing along with some rather oddball crooks and grifters: the florid Peterson (Robert Morley), the German-Chilean who calls himself O'Hara (Peter Lorre), the lugubrious Italian Ravello (Marco Tulli), and the fascist Maj. Jack Ross (Ivor Barnard), whose name almost suggests his character -- a humanoid Jack Russell terrier with a hair-trigger temper. Moreover, Dannreuther is rather improbably mated with the scheming Maria (Gina Lollobrigida) and equally improbably wooing the compulsive liar Gwendolen Chelm (Jennifer Jones). That Bogart has no chemistry with either actress, both of whom give delicious performances, further drags the film down. Jones made two films with Huston, this one and the little-seen We Were Strangers (1949), and they are two of the most interesting performances in her career, making me wish that Huston had been able to release Jones more frequently from the clutches of David O. Selznick. Everyone, including Edward Underdown as Gwendolen's husband, Harry, does delightful comic work except Bogart, who glumly and blankly delivers lines he doesn't seem to be trying to understand. That may be understandable, given that the screenplay was being written by Huston and Truman Capote -- and the uncredited Peter Viertel and Anthony Veiller -- pretty much on the fly while the film was being made. The result is a collection of very amusing moments pieced together with a lot of cobbled-together nonsense about uranium deposits in Africa -- in short, the stuff of which cult movies are made. I'm not a member of the cult, but I happily watch Beat the Devil every now and then, especially for the performances of Jones and Morley and Lorre, while wishing that Huston had cast someone more skilled than Bogart -- Grant? Stewart? Cooper? -- at working amid chaos and nonsense.

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Beat the Devil (1953) John Huston

July 15th 2022

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20 marzo … ricordiamo …

20 marzo … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2020: Kenny Rogers, all’anagrafe Kenneth Donald Rogers, cantautore, fotografo e attore statunitense. (n. 1938) 2018: Katie Boyle, Caterina Irene Elena Maria Imperiali dei Principi di Francavilla, è stata una conduttrice televisiva e attrice britannica, di origini italiane. (n. 1926) 1992: Armando Testa, pubblicitario, disegnatore e animatore italiano. (n. 1917) 1982: Marco Tulli, attore teatrale,…

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2017:84 — Beat the Devil

(1953 - John Huston) ***

[resovrceful]

— CORBIN BLEU in LOVE, FOR REAL (2021)

By clicking the source link, you will find #279 gifs of CORBIN BLEU as ‘MARCO’ in the 2021 film LOVE, FOR REAL. All gifs were hand made with love by me, @resovrceful​ , are all sized 268x151, and are all within tumblr’s maximum limit. Please do like and/or reblog if you found this at all useful, and if you’re feeling even more generous please consider buying me a coffee.

About: CORBIN BLEU was born in 1989, is MALE and is JAMAICAN AMERICAN and WHITE. Please cast him accordingly. Gifs Feature: Camille Kostek, Chloe Bridges, Scott Michael Foster, Taiana Tully. Warnings/Triggers/Other: drinking, kissing.

[blueberrycane21]

Surprise Contact

Relationship: Cash Wheeler/Reader

Type: One-shot

Brief requested by theeligrande: Cash Wheeler/Reader have a crush on each other and have history from working at NXT and when he signs with AEW he decides to act on it.

Warnings: Violence (chair shots), light swearing, terrible Tully behaviour, and some brief smut.

Notes: @theeligrande

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AEW Live Event – Jacksonville, Florida – 8:30pm

It had been a rough couple weeks for Cash Wheeler and it reminded him of his NXT days. His match against Jurassic Express had gone from bad to worse and it was all due to Marko’s interference. His training regimen had been unrelenting with Tully as his coach, and it was this match that seemed to push him over the edge.

“Cash! Get the goddamn chair! We need to win this match, or it is over for you and Harwood. You’ll never get gold again!” Tully shouted.

Cash was seeing red. As ever, following the orders of his trainer - he rushed over to the timekeeper’s area, pushing the tables out of the way and into the ringside area. He grabbed a steel chair from the corner and headed to the ring – sadistic intentions clouded his mind, the voice of Tully ringing in his ears.

He entered the ring, steel chair in hand and smashed it into the back of Marko Stunt. Marko cried out in surprise and pain from the unprovoked shot. Cash could not shake the feeling of control Tully had instilled in him and hit Marko again – uncompromising the strikes. He could hear discordant voices echoing but did not seem to process any of them.

Abruptly, Dax slapped Cash immediately breaking out of his trance.

“What the hell are you doing, Cash?” Dax shouted, confusion and concern apparent on his face.

“I was doing what Tully told me to do, I’m sorry. He said it was already planned!”

“What are you talking about? He didn’t tell you to fucking break Marco – look at what you did?”

Cash’s eyes fell from Dax’s face to Marko’s back – now irritated and bruised from the multiple and persistent chair shots.

An unwavering wave of guilt washed over Cash, as Doc Sampson rushed into the ring with Cody following closely behind.

He could not take it anymore and jumped out the ring heading towards the backstage area. However, before he could reach it – Tully came up behind him and whispered, “I knew you had it in you kid, it’s time you stepped on some toes and moved up in the industry.”

Tully’s voice made him feel sick, he felt he had been conditioned for this perverse moment – all for what?

A few steps further and he was face to face with Tony – a grim expression painted on his face.

“You are suspended until further notice, Cash. Your behaviour was absolutely unacceptable – let alone do an unplanned spot. It looks like Marko is seriously injured and you are lucky I do not fire you on the spot. Go home now.”

 “What? This is not what it looks like! I…”

 “Get out, now!”

Cash nodded solemnly, understanding that Tony would not listen to him at the present moment. He eyed Tully with an incredulous look but decided he would deal with this situation at a better time – there was no point trying to get his point across. Head down, he made his way to his hotel room – not looking back.

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Hotel – Room 19 – 10pm

Cash collapsed into the hotel room’s armchair, sighing heavily with frustration, guilt, and anger. He was frustrated with Tully’s indifference and ruthlessness, guilty with what he had just done and anger towards himself for letting it happen.

He pulled out his phone, observing the multitude of notifications he received from all social platforms spewing with hate, confusion, criticism, and scrutiny. This was decidedly the lowest point in his wrestling career, let alone his life.

He turned off the notifications on his phone and let the prolonged silence enter the room. He pulled up his contacts, scrolling down to Dax’s number – hoping he would pick up to let him explain his actions fully and offer his apologies. In the moment, he did not understand the gravity or consequence of his actions but can only wish Marko would forgive him. He clicked the contact but went straight to voicemail.

As he was about to try again, he suddenly noticed your name in his contact list.

Cash wondered how your number ended up here. He opened the contact out of curiosity and saw the message within the notes section - smiling as he read:

‘Yes, I know you will probably be confused if you ever find this contact. The answer to your resounding question is yes, I did indeed take your phone and entered my number while you were in the performance centre. I just wanted to let you that you are an incredible wrestler and friend to me during our time here. As ever if you ever want to talk - call me!’

 He could not believe he never found this. It had been six years since both of you had been in contact with each other ever since you had started training in NXT back in 2013 – around the same time he began. You hit it off right away and enjoyed each other’s company. He was never able to express his feelings for you and always felt melancholy whenever he thought about you years later.

 He thought back to your sparking eyes when you smiled or talked about your interests. Your little mannerisms that you would not realise you would make. Your kindness to others and your unapologetic individuality that he understood you would never compromise. He remembered how fierce, beautiful, intelligent, and tenacious you were in pursuit towards whatever you wished for. He admired you and you admired him. Cash was tired of never striving for what he always wanted, and it was you.

 He pressed the call button and waited for the response.

 “Hello” 

“Hi, it’s me, Cash”

“Cash, is that really you? It has been so long since we have spoken. I’m assuming you found the message then!”

“I did indeed, it was really quite adorable. I miss you”

He heard your breath hitch momentarily after his comment.

“Thank you, I truly meant what I said”, you exclaimed, recovering quickly from Cash’s compliment.

There was a long pause when you both contemplated your next words. There was a resounding yet unexpected comfort in hearing each other’s voices again. It felt as if you spoke yesterday and picked up where you left off – back in the locker room at the performance centre – side by side, knee to knee with your head on his shoulder. You spoke for a few more minutes, catching up on the experiences you had shared and the new ones without each other.

“Where are you now?” Cash asked.

“I’m in Orlando at the moment, we just wrapped up a show here” you said.

“Will you come to me if I asked you too?”

After a seemingly long moment, you responded, “Yes, I would.

“Then come.”

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 Hotel – Room 19 – Midnight

A soft knock on the door broke the silence permeating the hotel room. Cash stood and walked over to it, opening the door, and meeting your eyes. He took you in his arms as you cradled your face in his neck. You embraced each other, leaving words unspoken yet mutually understanding the desire you had towards one another.

“Please…” you whispered.

“Say it”

“I…”

“I need to hear you say it”

“I want you”

“Say it again”

“I want you, Cash”

That was all he needed to hear before crashing his lips onto yours, manoeuvring you inside and against the wall. Cash pushed up against you, closing the gap as he kissed your neck heatedly. You moaned from the pressure, wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his hair earnestly, willing him to continue. He meets your lips again as he turns and pulls you to the ground pinning your hands above your head. He teasingly settles his knee between your thighs as you arch your hips and begin to shift against him.

He grunts with pleasure and presses your foreheads together as you grind yourself against him. You reach up to kiss him again, your lips meeting hungrily. He breaks away briefly to look at your lust-filled eyes. It was at that moment, when everything was in harmony and realised, you needed him as much as he needed you.

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Masculine Names

Aaron  Abdul Abe  Abel Abraham  Abram Ace Achilles  Adair Adam Adonis Adrian Adriel  Ahmed Ajax Ajay Aiden Alan Albert Alejandro Alex Alexander Alfonso Alfred Alistair Alister Allen  Alonzo Amadeo Amadeus Amani Amari Ambrose Amir Anders  Anderson Andre Andreas Andrew Andy Angel Angelo Angus Ansel  Anson Anthony Antonio Apollo Aries Archer Archie Aristotle Arlo  Arnaldo Arnold Arsenio Arthur Arturo Arwin Asa Asher Aslan Atlas  Atticus Aubrey August Augustin Augustine Augustus Aurelio Aurelius Austin Axel  Aziz

Balthazar  Bane Barnabas  Barnaby Barney Baron  Barrett Basil Bastian  Bear Beau Beck Ben Benjamin  Benji Bentley Bernard Bertram Bertrand  Blake Blaze Blue Bobby Bodhi Booker Boris  Boston Bowie Boyd Brad Bradford Bradley Bram  Bramwell Bran Brandon Brandt Braxton Braylen Brayden Brendon  Brent Brett Brian Briar Brick Bridge Bridger Brock Brody Brogan  Bronx Brook Brooks Bruce Bruno Brutus Bryce Bryson Buck Bud Buddha  Buddy Buck Burt Burton Buster Buzz Byron 

Cade  Caden Cain  Cairo Caius Calder  Caleb Callum Calvin Cam  Cameron Camillo Campbell Carl  Carlisle Carlito Carlo Carlos Carlton  Carmine Carson Carter Casper Caspian Cassian  Cassias Cato Cecil Cedar Cedric Cesar Chad Chadwick  Chance Charles Charlton Chase Chauncey Chester Chidi Chip  Christoff Christoph Christopher Christian Chuck Cian Cillian  Clarence Clark Claud Clay Clayton Cliff Clifford Clint Clinton  Clyde Coby Cody Colby Cole Collin Colt Colton Conan Connor Conrad  Constantine Cooper Copper Corbin Cornelius Cory Cosmo Cosmos Costas Craig Crispin Cruz Curt Curtis Cyrus

Dale  Dallas  Dalton Damien  Damon Dan Dane Daniel  Dante Darius Darrel Darren  Dash Dashiell Davey David Dawson  Dax Daxton Deacon Dean DeAndre Declan  Demetrius Denali Dennis Denny Denzel Derek  Derrick Des Desmond Dewey Dex Dexter Diego Diesel  Dion Dirk Dixon Dmitri Dominic Donatello Donovan Dorian  Doug Douglas Draco Drew Duke Duncan Dustin Dusty Dwayne Dwight  Dylan Dyson 

Earl  Easton  Edgar Edmund  Eduardo Edward Edwin  Egon Eli Elijah Elias  Elliott Ellis Elroy Elton  Emanuel Emeric Emerson Emery  Emil Emiliano Emmett Emrys Enrique  Enzo Eric Ernest Ernesto Ernie Esteban  Ethan Eugene Eustace Euvan Evan Evander Everett  Ezekiel Ezra 

Fabian  Fabio Falcon  Faustus Felix Ferdinand  Fergus Ferguson Fernando Fidel  Fido Finbar Findlay Finn Finnley  Fionn Fisher Fitz Fletcher Flint Florence  Florian Ford Forrest Fort Foster Fowler Fox  Francesco Francis Francisco Franco Frank Frankie  Franklin Fred Freddy Fredrick Frederico

Gabe  Gabriel  Gael Gage  Gale Galen Garfield Garrett Gaston Gatsby  Gavin Geoffrey Geordie George  Gerald Gerard Gideon Gil Gilbert  Gilberto Giovanni Glenn Gordon Gordy  Grady Graham Grant Gray Grayson Gregg  Gregory Grey Griffin Griffith Grover Gunner  Gunther Gus Gustavo Guy 

Hades  Hal Hamilton  Hank Hans Harley Harrison  Harry Hawk Hayden Hayes Heath Hector  Henrik Hendrix Henry Herb Herbert Herbie  Hercules Hermes Hershel Hiram Holden Howard  Howie Hudson Hugo Humphrey Hunter Hux Huxley 

Ian Igor Iker Irvin Isaac Isaiah Ivan 

Jace  Jack Jackson  Jacob Jaques Jaden  Jake Jalen Jamal James  Jameson Jared Jason Jax  Jay Jed Jedidiah Jefferson  Jeffrey Jeremiah Jeremy Jerome  Jerry Jesus Jethro Jett Jim Jimmy  Joe Joel Johan Johannes John Johnny Jonah  Jonas Jonathan Jones Jordan Jose Joseph Joshua  Josiah Juan Juanito Judah Judas Judd Jude Jules Julian  Julien Julio Julius Junior Jupiter Jurgen Justice Justin Justus 

Kaden  Kai Kaiser  Kale Kaleb Kane  Keane Keanu Keaton  Keegan Keenan Keith  Kellen Kenan Kendrick  Kenneth Kenzo Keoni Kevin Khalid  Kian Kieran Kiernan Kingsley Kingston Killian  Kip Kwan Kyle

Lachlan  Lake Lamar  Lance Lancelot  Landon Lane Larkin  Larry Lars Laurence Laurent  Lawrence Lawson Lazlo Legend Leif  Leith Leland Leo Leon Leonardo Leopold  Leroy Levi Liam Lincoln Linden Logan Loki  London Lonnie Lonny Lorcan Lorenzo Lou Louie  Louis Luc Luca Lucas Lucian Lucky Luke Lupe Luther

Maddox  Maksim Malachi  Malachy Malakai Malcolm  Malik Manfred Manny Marcel Marcello  Marcellus Marcio Marcius Marco Marcos  Marcus Marian Marino Mario Marius Mark  Marlin Marlon Marmaduke Marques Mars Marshall  Martin Marty Marvel Marvin Massimo Mason Matt Matteo  Matthew Maurice Maverick Max Maximilian Maximus Maxwell  Melvin Mercury Meredith Merritt Micah Michael Miguel Miles  Milo Mitchell Moe Monte Montgomery Murdoch Murphy Murray Murtagh  Murtaugh Myles

Nathan  Nathaniel  Ned Nelson  Nemo Neo Neon  Neptune Neville  Newt Newton Nick  Nicky Nicola Nicolai  Nicholas Niko Noah Noel Nolan  Norm Norman Novak 

Obadiah  Octavio Octavius  Odin Olaf Oleg Oliver  Olivier Omar Orion Orlando  Orville Osborn Oscar Oso Osvaldo  Oswald Ottis Otto Owen Oz Ozzy

Pablo  Palmer Panther  Parker Pascal Patrick Paul  Paxton Pedro Penn Percival Percy Perseus  Peter Peyton Phil Philip Phineas Phoenix Pier  Pierce Pierre Pilot Pluto Porter Poseidon Preston  Prince Prosper

Qadir  Quincy Quinn  Quinton 

Raiden  Ralph Ramone  Ramses Randall Randolph  Randy Raphael Ravi Ray Raymond Red  Reece Reggie Reginald Regis Reid Remington  Reuben Rex Reynald Reynaldo Reynard Rhett Rhys  Ricardo Richard Richie Richmond Rick Ricky Rico Ridge  Riley Rio Riordan River Robert Roberto Robbie Rocco Rocky  Rodney Rodrigo Roger Ricky Riley Rod Rodrick Roger Roland  Roman Romeo Ross Rowan Rudy Rufus Russell Ryder Ryker Rylan Ryland 

Salem  Salvador  Salvator Sam  Samir Sampson Samson  Samuel Sander Sandford Sanjay  Santiago Saul Sawyer Scott Sean Sebastian  Septimus Serge Sergio Seth Seus Seymour Shane  Shawn Shayne Sheldon Shepherd Sherlock Sherman Shin Sidney  Sigmund Silas Silver Silvester Simon Sinclair Sinjin Sirius  Slade Slate Sol Solomon Sonny Sparrow Spartacus Spencer Spike  Soren Stan Stanford Stanley Steele Stephen Steven Stevie Stone Sven Summit  Sullivan Sully Sylvester

Tad  Tag Talon  Tanner Tate  Ted Teddy Teo Teodor  Teodoro Terence Terrell  Terry Tex Thad Thaddeus Thane  Thatcher Theo Theoden Theodore Thomas  Thor Thorn Tiberius Tiger Tito Titus Timothy  Titus Tobias Toby Tommy Tony Topher Trace Travis  Trent Trenton Trev Trevor Trey Tristan Troy Truman Tucker  Tudor Tullio Tullius Tully Tycho Tyler Tyrell Tyrese Tyrone  Tyson

Uberto  Ulric Ulrich  Ulysses Uriah Urban Urijah  Uriel

Van  Vance  Vaugn Victor  Vince Vincenco Vincent  Vinny Virgil Vlad Vladimir 

Wade  Walden  Waldo Walker  Wallace Wally Walt  Walter Warner Warren  Watson Waylon Wayne Wendall  Wesley Westley Weston Wilbert  Wilbur Wilder Wiley Wilfred Will William  Winston Wolf Wolfe Wolfgang Woodrow Wyatt 

Xander  Xavier Xavion  Xenon

Yael  Yahir York Yosef  Yousef Yusef

Zac  Zach Zachariah  Zacharias Zachary Zack  Zander Zane Zayden Zeke  Zeus Ziggy Zion Zoltan

[theheartoftv]

Hayley (Chloe Bridges), an ambitious fashion designer, goes on a reality dating show with a strategy: gain just enough publicity to get her fashion line financed, then get eliminated. Hayley’s best friend Bree (Taiana Tully) is also a contestant and the two try and come up with a plan that could help both their careers. But they didn’t account for ambitious producer Luke (Scott Michael Foster) and star bachelor Marco (Corbin Bleu), who have their own goals to make sure both women stay on the show until the dramatic finale. Meanwhile, Hayley and Luke quarrel over the surprisingly scripted storyline but must learn to work together to dodge elimination and turn Hayley into a fan favorite. When they start falling for each other in front of the viewing audience, Hayley must choose between the man the world wants for her, or the man she wants for herself.

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

HALLMARK CHANNEL'S "SUMMER NIGHTS" All premieres at 9 p.m. PT/ET.

Love, For Real Starring: Chloe Bridges, Taiana Tully, Scott Michael Foster, Corbin Bleu Premieres: Saturday, July 31 Hayley (Bridges) and her friend, Bree (Tully), go on a dating show to advance their careers. But bachelor Marco (Bleu) and producer Luke’s (Foster) plans are for Hayley to stay through the finale.

The 27-Hour Day Starring: Autumn Reeser, Andrew Walker Premieres: Saturday, Aug. 7 An entrepreneur (Reeser) takes a necessary break from developing her wellness brand empire and discovers that the work-life balance she needs won’t be easy. Will a new romance and relaxing retreat change her life forever?

Sealed With a Kiss: Wedding March 6 Starring: Jack Wagner, Caitlyn Stryker, Josie Bissett, Nathan Witte Premieres: Saturday, Aug. 14 Before saying “I do” themselves, Mick (Wagner) and Olivia (Bissett) are hosting the wedding of an A-list actor (Witte) and his fiancée (Stryker). But when the low-key celebration morphs into an event that’s anything but that, they have to quickly pivot to pull it off. Meanwhile, when Mick gets an exciting opportunity Olivia won’t let him turn down, they’re faced with delaying their own nuptials until a last-minute change in plans gives both couples the weddings of their dreams.

Love in the Afternoon (working title) Starring: Jen Lilley, Ryan Paevey, Linda Dano Premieres: Saturday, Aug. 21 In order to save her daytime soap drama from cancellation, head writer Maggie (Lilley) must convince Darin (Paevey), fan-favorite actor and her real-life ex-boyfriend, to return to the show. The show’s producer, Alice (Dano), who created the series, wants to retire and hopes to pass the baton to Maggie, if the soap can be salvaged.

Sweet Pecan Summer (working title) Starring: Christine Ko, Wes Brown, Lauren Tom Premieres: Saturday, Aug. 28 Amanda (Ko) must work with her ex-boyfriend, J.P. (Brown), to sell her favorite aunt’s (Tom) pecan farm. Putting aside their differences, old feelings start to rekindle and they question their life paths.

HALLMARK MOVIES & MYSTERIES All premieres are at 9 p.m. PT/ET.

Mystery 101: Deadly History Starring: Jill Wagner, Kristoffer Polaha, Robin Thomas Premieres: Sunday, Aug. 1 Amy (Wagner) and Travis (Polaha) travel to New York to investigate when Amy’s uncle goes missing, as does all his research on the “accidental” death 50 years ago of a family heir.

Sweet Revenge: A Hannah Swensen Mystery Starring: Alison Sweeney, Cameron Mathison, Barbara Niven Premieres: Sunday, Aug. 8 As Hannah (Sweeney) and Mike (Mathison) experience engaged life while balancing their busy careers, a murder at a 24-hour gym complicates their wedding planning.

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Honeymoon, Honeymurder Starring: Candace Cameron Bure, Niall Matter, Marilu Henner Premieres: Sunday, Aug. 22 While on a “pre-honeymoon” getaway, Aurora (Bure) and Nick (Matter) discover a body, and as they get closer to finding out what really happened, danger knocks on their doorstep.