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The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Teaser Trailer

"When Alice, aged 9, tragically loses her parents in a mysterious fire, she is taken to live with her grandmother June at Thornfield flower farm, where she learns that there are secrets within secrets about her and her family’s past. ... Alice's journey as she grows from her complicated past builds to an emotional climax when she finds herself fighting for her life against a man she loves."

Based on the novel by Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart stars Sigourney Weaver, Asher Keddie, Leah Purcell, Alycia Debnam-Carey, Frankie Adams, Charlie Vickers, Tilda Cobham-Hervey, Alexander England, Sebastián Zurita, Alyla Browne, and Xavier Samuel. Glendyn Ivin serves as series director and Sarah Lambert serves as showrunner.

The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart premieres on Prime Video on August 4, 2023.

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começando agora assistir As Flores Perdidas de Alice Hart.

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THE LOST FLOWERS OF ALICE HART - Episodes 1-3 - limited spoilers - A young girl searches for her history in her grandmother’s flower fields.

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'Las Flores Perdidas de Alice Hart' con Sigourney Weaver | Tráiler oficial

Mira el tráiler oficial de 'Las Flores Perdidas de Alice Hart', una miniserie basada en el bestseller de Holly Ringland, protagonizada por Sigourney Weaver.

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26 - Hell to Pay

Part 27

Raised Fair Share of Hell

should I have the family handle Jamie now or do a long time jump so Jamie is dealt with during the Landman crossover??

Let me know in the comments below

Alissa’s pov

I groaned blinking my eyes opened hearing someone calling my name telling me to wake up from the long nap I have had after being anesthesia from the emergency surgery.  “Alissa.  Alissa, wake up.  Wake up, Alissa!” I slowly began to recognize it as my sister’s voice when I originally thought it would be Kayce’s. 

“Alana - umm - what happened.  Where’s Kayce?” I moaned, stretching out my limbs feeling the rest of my body beginning to wake up from the medicine. 

She stood at my bedside holding a purse on her shoulder.  “The surgery went fine.  You’ll need to take it easy for about two months but otherwise you’re cleared to leave.” 

“Am I going back to a jail cell until John wakes up?” I questioned her, shifting my body to sit upright in my hospital bed. 

A grin masked her face when she sat down on the edge of the bed.  “He’s awake, Alissa.  He woke up while you were in surgery.  And he’s telling what happened to the detective right now.” 

“I’m going to go home.  Are you being serious?” I gasped feeling happy tears quickly began falling down my cheeks. 

My sister nodded her head yes grinning.  “I’m being 100% serious.  The toxicology came back and they found gunshot residue on both your and John’s clothes that would only be from a gun being fired at you.” 

“Oh my god.” Covering my mouth with my hands I sobbed happy tears hearing someone walk inside my hospital room.  

“Lissa Rae?” 

Shifting my gaze to the doorway I noticed my husband standing there with tears in his deep brown eyes.  “Kayce.” I reached over removing the iv that was stuck in my left arm, scrambling to climb out of the bed. 

Alana began to panic.  “Be careful.  The doctor said your stitches can rip easily.” 

“Alissa!” Kayce whispered my name bolting across the room catching my body once I leaped into his waiting arms. 

Burying my face into his hair his cowboy hat fell off his head and onto the floor.  I sobbed into the crook of his neck crying so relieved that he could hold me in his arms again.  “Take me home - take me home, Kayce.” 

“I’m not letting anyone keep us apart ever again.” He muttered into my ear, sitting me down on my feet so we could properly hug one another. 

Two Months Later 

Stepping out onto the porch the wind blew some of my hair in my face when I walked over to my husband who was sitting on one of the porch chairs wearing his black hat and a dark red flannel shirt.  He lifted his head upward hearing someone coming up to him, when he saw it was me his face lit up.  “Hey baby, I thought you would still be asleep.  How are you feeling?” 

“My cuddle buddy left me in the bed all alone.  Plus you know we both grew up where there aren’t any weekends on a ranch.  Which means no days to sleep in.” I slumped my shoulders taking a seat beside him but he sent me a look, extending his hand out for me to take. 

Placing my hand in his he tugged me down to sit on his lap and my head ended up laying on his chest until his phone started ringing.  “Mmm I’m sorry honey - uh hold on.  Hey Detective.” 

“I just met with your brother.  You know this Sarah Atwood?” I could hear Detective Dillard’s voice so I took his phone putting him on speaker but I didn’t say a word through their conversation. 

Kayce answered his question.  “I never met her but I know of her.” 

“Do you know what happened to her?” 

Kayce asked him.  “Carjacking right?”

“No, man.  She was targeted.  Your brother is refusing to cooperate.  Does that surprise you?” Dillard informed my husband. 

Kayce shook his head no even though he couldn’t see it.  “Not really.” 

“Is the file in my left hand connected to the file in my right hand, Kayce?” 

Kayce responded back to the detective.  “Do I think my brother had anything to do with either file?  I don’t know.  Do I think she had something to do with it, yeah I think she had everything to do with it.  You know who she works for right?” 

Dillard sounded confused when he responded.  “Law Firm in New York.” 

“Who’s her client, Dillard?” Kayce questions seeing me slap a hand to my forehead thinking has this guy been living under a rock. 

“You tell me.” 

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore so I blurted out the answer to the detective.  “The airport.  Market Equities!” 

“So the attorney general was having a sexual relationship with outside counsel on the development project that your father shut down.” 

Kayce added on draping an arm around my waist keeping me close to him.  “Are you starting to get the picture?” 

“I’ll start gathering what we need to build a case on him.  Tell your wife and father that I should be contacting them to verify what they remember before I push this case out to the public.” Dillard responded by hanging up the phone. 

Kayce put his phone back inside his pocket wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me closer.  “I’m thinking of calling one of my former Navy buddies who deals with Special Opts.” 

“Meaning they deal with these kinds of things or at least know people who look into people like whoever Srarah went through.” I began to put together what he was really referring to.  This had to be some black market type thing. 

He nodded his head meeting my gaze.  “If I get a specific name from one of my buddies I want you to stay back here with the kids.  Just to be safe.” 

“Sometimes I wish you weren’t the only one with specialized training.” I sighed laying my head back down in the crook of his neck until his phone vibrated and he opened an article that was written about Sarah’s death. 

He tapped my hip signaling me to get up from his lap and follow him into the kitchen of the house.  “I should show this to my sister.  Follow me - can we talk for a second?” 

Beth followed me and her brother into the main living room where he passed her the cell phone with the article opened for her to read.  “What does this have to do with our fathers attempted murder?” She handed him his phone back. 

“She was the point of contact.” My husband replied back. 

Beth slowly sat down on one of the armrests of the nearest chair behind where she was standing.  “I fucking knew it.” 

“The police will likely be circling Jaime soon enough.  This is all gonna come together to a head real quick.” 

My sister in law shakes her head. “If they arrest Jamie, he will sing every secret our  father has.  He will ruin this family’s name to save his own.” 

“There’s not much we can do.  The whole world is watching.” Kayce shook his head in disbelief, wanting to do something before things got out of hand. 

Beth rose up from the armrest staring at her younger brother.  “There’s not much you can do about it.  The best lies are 90% true, and I’m the best fucking liar.  You leave Jaime to me.” She strolled out of the room and back into the kitchen to have breakfast with Tate and Faith leaving me and my husband alone. 

It was nightfall the next time Kayce and I were in the same room together where I saw him stuffing things away in a black backpack and one of the boxes had many locks on it meaning it had to be some type of firearm inside of there by my guess.  Leaning in the doorway of the bedroom bathroom I lazily had my arms crossed over my chest.  “I need you to tell me what you’re planning on doing before you do it, Kayce.” 

“I really don’t want you to know what I’m about to do, Alissa.” He responded by avoiding my gaze. 

Stepping up to him he went to reach for the backpack until I snatched it and held it away from his reach.  “I’m not letting you leave until you tell me who you’re about to go kill.” 

“I’m not gonna kill anybody.  But I need to make sure the guy who sent those guys to kill you and my father don’t touch our family ever again.  Now please give me the bag back.” He explained reaching for it but I took a few steps backwards tossing it into the closet behind me. 

Tears welled in my eyes before I had Sven started raising my voice at my husband horrified for either of us to leave the ranch or even anyone else in this family to leave because we didn’t know who could be targeted next.  “Kayce, I don’t want you to leave me.  I don’t want you to leave this house, especially right now.  Not after what happened to two months ago.  I - it’s all I can think about every night.  I barely get any sleep thinking back on that night when those guys nearly killed your father - when one shot me in the chest.  I - please please don’t leave me and the kids.” 

“Baby, ssshh come here.” Kayce gently brought me in for a hug, holding the back of my head with one hand and rubbing up and down my back with his other one.  “You’re not going to lose me.  Okay, I promise.” 

I muttered against his chest crying heavily.  “Please don’t go - I’m scared to leave this place now, Kayce.” 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Kayce tilted my chin up to stare into his deep brown eyes.  He wiped away my tears with his thumb.  “Lissa Rae, I know you’re afraid that if you or anyone else leaves this place something bad will happen.   But we have no choice except to make sure no one else hurts our family anymore.” 

I gripped his gray shirt in my fingers, needing something to ground me.  “Kayce -“ 

“Ssshh, honey.  You have my word that you won’t lose me.  I will come back to you and our kids.” He declares resting his forehead against mine, gently placing a kiss there before he separated and grabbed the backpack heading out the bedroom door.  “I’ll be back tomorrow morning. I promise.” Slowly sitting down on the side of the bed I watched him go knowing he would never break a promise to me. 

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Kirstin + friends in Tulum, Mexico

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Before and After

Final B and A photo edits of 2023

Photos from my PS4 gameplay and from great friends I met along the way. Thank you for helping me with your raw shots, tools, and advice.

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1959 - Sarah Vaughan, Lionel Hampton and his entire Orchestra, David Lambert Singers - 369th Regiment Armory, New York

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birthday wishes 1/2/24

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Things That ( probably ) Happened / feat. @unbearablyindifferent

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Quelques photos du ZINEFEST #10, organisé par @disparate-gallery, avec @sarah-ayadi et @learabeau !

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My Peak TV Journey *The Other Two*

While it was on, few shows were as deliriously funny as The Other Two. It was a slow burn of a showbiz satire mixed with family sitcom. I miss it already. But I have to acknowledge that right before the final episode The Hollywood Reporter broke a story on complaints to HR about series creators Chris Kelly and Sarah Schneider. HR investigated and dismissed the claims. Most likely this just means they did not reach their extremely high standard of what would make it a hostile work environment. It doesn’t mean the events did not happen. I’ve seen some posts since then about how this is a sign that Kelly and Schneider are the real life Carey and Brooke Dubek. There is some truth to this. I don’t know how to process how it affects my feelings about the show. And the news brought out a lot of feelings. 

While watching the first two seasons, I noticed that the seasons started out more sad than funny then became zanier and funnier in a way that is really grounded in that sad base. The final season went in the opposite direction, starting in screwball, manic comedy and then slowly getting into the dark, sad base. It was pretty dark. The season showed worst of Carey and Brooke, and it was necessary. I loved it, it hurt. 

Brooke’s plot about wanting to switch careers to something that would “do good” was painfully relatable. It was particularly sharp about how people get lazy in their responsibilities when they have the assurance that the project they are working on will “do good.” Of course this was spurred on by Brooke’s combined jealousy of her fiancé, Lance and feeling unworthy of him. And while watching her do a variety of awful things to prove either that she really is good, and/or that he’s not as good as he seems, I often thought that she didn’t deserve him. I admire how much her portrayer, Heléne York, was willing to go for something that ugly. In the end, I cheered their reconciliation because I love their dynamic at their best, not that I think they’re good together. And while they were broken up she dated a couples of billionaires and it was a great encapsulation of why hating billionaires is so fun and necessary now. 

In the first two seasons Cary spent so much energy on his career and sexual frustrations, but this season proved that finally getting some success isn’t going to make him better. This was embodied by his new boyfriend Lucas Lamber Moy, an actor who was always in character and for that reason was frequently unable to have sex. Lucas’s roles in everything from a Love, Simon spin-off, to a Hallmark Christmas movie and an incomprehensible and interminable Broadway play that is apparently about AIDS. Lucas alternately frustrated and excited Carey. It leads to revelation about even professional success isn’t going fix what broke in Carey. He over invests in Lucas, a person he can’t really know, while destroying his relationship with his best friend Curtis Paltrow. (I was surprised that there was so much Curtis in this season as his actor, Brandon Scott Jones, is one of the regulars on CBS’s Ghosts. I assumed he’d be available less because of that commitment. As a side note, I did enjoy when Carey’s actor, Drew Tarver, guest stared on Ghosts as a local cult leader.) In the mean time his plot gets the best satire of the show business. His advancing career includes his voice role as Globby, the “gay icon” in a Disney franchise and his reoccurring role in a CBS procedural, Emily Overruled. The latter plot, while funny, made the later allegations against the creators unsurprising to me. It set up something of a false dichotomy, where you can either have a stable, 9-5 set, making a show now one really watched, or making something exciting, that people will really care about, but must make allowances for people behaving in more erratic fashions. Arguably, the end of Lucas’s story tempers this thesis, but not enough. It was a wild ride that at some point involved a chorus of gay men in diapers driving maniacally to get to high school reunions while singing a variation of “When Johnny Comes Marching Home”. I laughed a lot. 

Brooke and Carey reaching their lows was also rough on their mother Pat, who was experiencing isolation on multiple fronts. It was poignant and often absurd. Pat’s portrayers Molly Shannon a treasure. Pat may not actually be as good a mother as she wants to be seen as. She put Chase in an exploitative situation. She’s bad with boundaries. But her surreal experience of fame, and inability to return to her previous life was a great journey. I’m kind of sad she and Streeter didn’t end up together. I find Ken Marino weirdly endearing, and they were cute together. But she did need better boundaries between her work and personal lives. 

The youngest Dubek, Chase, aka ChaseDreams played by Case Walker without any guile, was not in much of the final season. But he was always a peripheral character for a story his viral success kicked off. The first season included some great ridiculous songs and ended with the revelation that he could not really sing. Since then much of his plot has been about his management (including his sister Brooke) gets him non singing jobs while avoiding telling him why he couldn’t sing. There was some humor in this, but as a lover of comedy songs, I wish there were more ChaseDreams songs. (I’d even take more in universe songs not by ChaseDreams like the “Jesus Fucking Slays” one from season two.) Chase has generally been less of a character than a vehicle for jokes about talent management and Hollywood’s current direction. (Or really, their pre-strike direction.) Over the course of the season Chase became more aware of the reality of his situation, but he never really rebelled against it. How could he? All his possible rebellions have been pre-scripted by management.

As ChaseDreams main director, Shuli, played by Wanda Sykes, often did bad, but she always had a point and did it competently. She considered Chase’s music so bad that she created Q. QAnon is awful in the real world, but the idea that QAnon started to distract from a bad album is hilarious. But Shuli’s bigger impact is as Brooke’s reluctant mentor, showing her the ropes and not having time for her bull. She didn’t have much of an arc, but she was always fun to watch.

While wrapping up I just need to say that this show was beautifully shot and staged. In scenes like Carey and Lucas’s first date at an indoor pool and Chase falling in love at first sight in a way that parodied the Baz Lerhman film William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet, part of me was just bowled over by how good looking it was. The series ended in a way that was appropriate for its characters, and I wouldn’t want what I heard of the behind the scenes situation to continue, but I’m going to miss it. 

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The Night Mother vol. 1

Title: The Night Mother vol. 1 Writer: Jeremy Lambert Artist: Alexa Sharpe Letterer: Becca Carey Designer: Carey Soucy Editor: Sarah Gaydos Synopsis: Endless night befalls a sleepy seaside town, leaving it to young Madeline Tock to save her community from a threat known only as the Night Mother . . . The moon is stuck like a broken clock in the midnight sky, the sun a distant memory. No one in…

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Uglies (2024) Review

In a future world where a compulsory operation when a person turns 16 will make them pretty, taking away any bias towards someone being ugly. ⭐️ Continue reading Uglies (2024) Review

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On June 25, 2019, Sarah performed at the opening of 35 Hudson Yards in NYC, along with Vincent Niclo, Josh Groban, Deborah Cox and Adam Lambert.

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30th birthday

i just can’t believe harry is 30 and this is my way to cope, i hope you like this 🥲

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The calendar marked February 1st as the date, which meant that it was finally Harry's 30th birthday.

You woke up earlier than him, in order to make him his special birthday breakfast that was a tradition by now, and as you stood alone in the cooking in the kitchen, you couldn't help but reminisce about all the previous birthdays you've celebrated with Harry.

From celebrating his birthday at a restaurant with his brand new band mates and friends after a day of The X Factor rehearsals, having big parties thrown for him with celebrities in attendance, flying off to Japan to celebrate there and throwing a concert to spend his special day with his fans, you couldn't believe Harry was turning 30 and you were able to grow up by his side.

"Love, where are you?" his raspy morning voice made its way to your ears, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Over here, in the kitchen!"

You turned around to see Harry stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His hair was tousled, and he was wearing an oversized t-shirt that you recognized as one of your favorites.

"Morning, birthday boy," you greeted him, leaning in to give him a soft kiss.

"Morning," he replied, his eyes still half-closed. "What's all this?" Harry gestured towards the spread of pancakes, eggs, and bacon you had prepared on the table.

"It's your special birthday breakfast, as always," you pecked his lips again.

"You know, you could've woken me up with a 30 minute long blowj-"

"Harry!" you cut him off before he could finish his sentence, "Every single year, you say the same thing! When will you stop being a menace."

"Can you blame me?" Harry shrugged, "You still look as hot as you did when we first met fourteen years ago."

"Fourteen, huh?" you said, tilting your head, "How does it feel to not be a twenty something anymore? You're basically an old man now."

"I feel good, honestly," he said sincerely, his eyes locking with yours, "I mean, I'm happy and healthy, I have the job of my dreams, a family that loves me, supporting friends and the best girlfriend in the world, I'm a very lucky old man."

"You're too cute," you kissed him again, "Now eat your breakfast, we have a lot of celebrations to do today."

The day went by smoothly, Harry answered a couple of calls and texts from friends and family and you spent the afternoon cuddling up before it was time for his birthday dinner.

Harry wanted something small and intimate, with just a handful of close friends and family invited, so you decided to host the birthday dinner at your home. As the evening approached, the house was filled with the delicious aroma of the special dinner you had prepared for him.

Jeff and Glenne were the first ones to arrive, carrying a homemade cake that Glenne insisted she had baked all morning. Sarah and Mitch came next with their baby boy who giggled and clapped as Harry made silly faces, clearly enjoying the attention from the famous Cool Harry, because he refused to be called uncle.

"Damn mate, I can't believe you're 30 now," Jeff said, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders, "I still remember when you were twenty and my parents basically adopted you, I feel so old."

"You feel old? Imagine how I feel, that's my baby brother!" Gemma chimed in, entering your house with her boyfriend Michal and Anne, "Happy birthday, H."

"Thanks, Gem," Harry smiled, hugging his sister tightly. "And thanks for reminding everyone that I'm officially old now."

As more friends and family arrived, the laughter and chatter of loved ones filled the air, the dining table was adorned with candles, flowers, and a beautifully set dinner that everyone enjoyed.

Once your bellies were full, Mitch opened the champagne bottle Harry Lambert brought with him, filling everyone's glasses to make a toast.

"Alright, everyone, gather around," Mitch announced, holding up his glass, "To Harry, on his 30th birthday, may this year be filled with even more success and love. Cheers."

Everyone clicked their glasses, smiles on everyone's faces.

"I think the missus should give a speech!" Gemma teased, pointing at you.

"Not a missus yet, still no ring," you teased back, raising an eyebrow at Harry and hearing the whistles from his friends.

"Well, uh, maybe we'll have to do something about that soon." Harry chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head.

The room erupted in laughter and even more whistles, and you couldn't help but blush and roll your eyes with affection.

"Alright, alright," you began, holding up your glass, "Here's to the man of the hour. Harry, you've filled my life with so much joy, laughter, and love all these years. It's been an incredible journey growing up with you, I still remember when we were just kids, celebrating your 16th birthday before you became the star that you are today, I'm so proud of you and living life by your side has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. Happy 30th birthday, my love. May this year bring you everything you desire."

Harry couldn't help but melt at your words, standing up and hugging you tightly and kissing your lips.

"Thank you, everyone," Harry began, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia, "I can't believe I'm standing here, celebrating my 30th birthday. It feels like just yesterday I was a wide-eyed 16-year-old auditioning for The X Factor, not knowing what life had in store for me," he paused, glancing at each person in the room with watery eyes, "But here I am, and I couldn't be more grateful for each and every one of you. To my family, who has been there from the start, and to my friends who have become family. And to this incredible woman right here," Harry said, placing his hand on your waist, "who has been with me since I was I was an annoying teenager, growing up by my side."

"You're still as annoying as a teenager," Jeff interrupted him, making the entire room laugh, "But we love you, mate. And we're grateful for you."

As the night continued, the homemade cake adorned with candles was brought out, and everyone in the room sag "Happy Birthday" together, Harry made a wish and blew out the candles, surrounded by the people he loved the most.

After the cake-cutting and more chatter, everyone decided to call it a night and head home, leaving you and Harry at me comfort of your house.

"Thank you for everything," Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

"It's your day, love. I'm just happy I could make it special for you," you replied, resting your head against his shoulder.

"You always make every day special," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You stood wrapped around each other for a few minutes, enjoying the final moments of his birthday.

"This has been one of my favorite birthdays ever," Harry admitted, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I'm glad you think so," you smiled, snuggling closer. "And, by the way, the 'no ring yet' comment earlier, totally just teasing."

"Oh, really? Because I was serious, maybe it's time," Harry smirked, giving you a playful look.

"Don't tell me you're about to propose, not on your own birthday, Harry!" you said nervously.

"Not right now love, but soon enough," he winked and you let out the breath you were holding, "I love you."

"I love you more, Harry. Happy birthday."