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[prose-mortem]

Book Review: We All Keep Secrets by Sheryl Browne

Rating: 3.75 stars rounded up to 4

We All Keep Secrets is a heart-pounding thriller that will keep you up past your bedtime. When Ellie, a nanny with a controversial past, is hired to help her boss and his wife watch over their children, she is excited for a big pay increase and stable lifestyle. Her friends think Ellie is making a bad choice by leaving her corporate job (where Jake is the boss) to go be a nanny for him, but the appeal of upgrading out of her moldy, subpar flat is just too enticing. Jake and Megan have a beautiful home with a little boy (Ollie) and an infant baby girl (Fern). When Ellie, who is very attracted to Jake, meets Megan, she is shocked at Megan's vitriol and anger toward her. Jake seems to have sprung Ellie (as a nanny) onto Megan, and Megan is extremely hostile to her. Then, a switch seems to flip, and Megan becomes friendly and invites Ellie to be a full-time nanny for her and Jake's family. As Ellie integrates into her new life, she wonders why Ollie is so lonely, why Megan seems to hate her husband so much, why Jake (gorgeous, successful businessman) stays with someone hateful like Megan, and what on earth happened to Phoebe, the nanny before her. When Ellie is accused of a horrific crime, she must pull back the proverbial curtain to see what was hiding in plain sight all along.

This book was a fun ride! My least favorite character was Ellie, because she has all the pick-me/emotinoal cheater vibes you can imagine. We all know an Ellie. However, characters who are bad people do not equate to bad storytelling. Ellie's character really drives the story forward and makes it realistic. We all know the type of person who likes to stick their head in the sand and only see what a person looks like instead of who they are.

Things I loved:

The fast pace and sinister tone right from the beginning

How there really aren't any "good" characters in terms of moral aptitude

Domestic thriller

How Megan's diabolical character kept me guessing

The twists at the end

A bit of a murder mystery

The author really took her time to get us into Ellie's head and help us see everything from her perspective… If you want a good look at a pick-me girl, then this is it! Reading fiction as an autistic person helps me understand others.

Things I didn't like:

I wish the story had way more detail about Ellie's past

The flashbacks in part 2 with Jake and Megan could have provided more insights into their motivations. Some were there, but Jake's character could have been more fleshed out.

We All Keep Secrets was a 3.75 star read for me rounded up to 4. That is not a bad rating, and I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves thrillers! Thank you to NetGalley and the publishers at Bookouture for sending me an e-ARC! I truly enjoyed this book and cannot wait to go read all the other ones Sheryl Browne has written.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[themtothea]

Black woman >>>

[rose-bookblood]

Happy Friday the 13th! If your OCs were in a piece of horror media (video game/book/movie), what roles would they play? Who would die first? Who would make it to the end? What kind of horror media would they be in? (slasher film, psychological horror, zombie apocalypse, etc.)

~Morrigan (@memento-morri-writes)

Hi, Morri! It's so cool to receive a themed ask!

I have to admit I'm the biggest chicken and therefore I know basically nothing about horror, but I'll try!

If my BBtS characters still had their powers, they would fare pretty well. If this were an AU where there's no bending, though, they wouldn't even have their fighting skills, so most of them would probably be screwed. Jeremy practices various sports and they're extremely versatile because of this, and Nathan is the strongest one, so those two have the higher chance of survival (though they both have walking disabilities that would impede them if they had to run or fight for extended periods of time). Josephine is a master with guns, like Sheryl from RWR, so, as long as they were armed, they wouldn't have many problems in a slasher or a zombie apocalypse — I mean, Sheryl is already in an apocalypse. Cisco and Iliria from RWR also have the best chances, since both of them are skilled fighters and Iliria is a brilliant strategist.

Cecilia would exclusively survive if she had the means to fabricate some of her inventions. In that case, she'd thrive.

Evelyn and Moren would die immediately, sorry! Let's be real, it's a miracle Moren doesn't die in RWR.

Thanks for the ask, Morri! This was a lot of fun!

(Random fun fact: in Italy Friday the 13th isn't considered an unlucky day, but Friday the 17th is.)

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Wednesday, January 17, 2024 5pm ET: Feature LP: Kid Rock - Born Free (2010)

Born Free is the eighth studio album by American musician Kid Rock. It was released on November 16, 2010 with the title track as its lead single. The country-oriented album was produced by Rick Rubin featuring several high-profile artists such as T.I., Sheryl Crow, and Bob Seger. This is Kid Rock’s first, and to date, only album not to feature a Parental Advisory sticker and is his first…

[ingoodtastedenver]

Miss Rhythm – The Legend of Ruth Brown

We went into the Garner Galleria Theatre knowing nothing about Ruth Brown, the woman whose story (musical and not) we were about to see in the show, Miss Rhythm – The Legend of Ruth Brown. We came out big fans, feeling educated, enlightened, empowered, hopeful, and energized. Start your journey to knowing Ruth Brown in this commentary about the show that runs through October 15, 2023. Sheryl…

[jewish-vents]

I collect Rainbow High dolls. Between my full-time job as a suicide hotline operator and my part-time job taking care of my elderly dad, it's sort of the one thing that brings me joy that's uncomplicated. I went to pick up a Sheryl Meyer doll. She's one of only two Jewish dolls the company ever made. And then I couldn't find her, even though she'd been on the shelf the doll before. An employee, when I asked, helpfully informed me that they're not going to carry "zionist" dolls anymore.

I just stood there and felt so numb. Yesterday a man shot himself in the head while on the phone with me. Tomorrow is my dad's birthday. The next day is the US election. I just wanted to have a Jewish doll for my collection. I just wanted a Jewish doll with big brown eyes like me and blond hair like my sister who I could have on my shelf at home. I don't ask for a lot from life. This is the only thing I've sought out to add to my collection in four months.

Are Palestinians being helped by stores not selling Jewish dolls? Is some great political cause being helped by not having Sheryl on a shelf? Also, how do we know Sheryl's politics and stance regarding Israel and Palestine? She never mentions it in the show.

Oh, right, we don't. Because the "I'm not antisemetic, I'm antizionist" crowd is lying. "Zionist" just means Jewish.

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[shojizbae]

Mothers Day

Spencer Reid x Reader

As the newest member of the team, everyone is shocked by your boldness.

Everyone knew not to trespass when Las Vegas or Mental illness was a factor in the case. Everyone but you, apparently. By chance, the team's last case to Vegas was two months before your hire. Now, you were making very dangerous strides around a very delicate subject. The Unsub was suspected to be a man on a psychotic break and had begun devolving before the team had even been called in. Ever the overtly ambitious profiler you wanted to follow Spencer Reid for his ultra-secret contact.

"He prefers to go alone." My eyes met the dark brown hand on my bicep

"We really shouldn't be going places alone. You know the FBI minted the buddy system?" I shook him off

"I know, baby girl, but this is delicate. You just gotta leave it alone."

"Derek, you, of all people, should be aware of my incessant control problems."

"I have to agree with Morgan. This is something you need to let be."

"But you know I can't. Doctor Reid!" I darted off after him. He was tense, like the way people get when they hear a tornado siren and have to put themselves in their basement or put a mattress over their bathtub. He was preparing for disaster. "I truly believe it would be beneficial if I were to go with you."

"Would it be benefitting the case or your psyche?" He prods

"Well, both and neither." I readjust my little rectangular glasses, "As you know, I'm extraneously protective, to a fault. Also, I am working on my doctorate in psychology and I'm writing a dissertation on noncommutative disorder clusters. And I'm comfortable around disorders. Actually, I find it strange that when we talk about OCD, we call it a 'disorder' when people just like things organized in a particular manner." I snort to punctuate my rambling, but he only grits his jaw. "Aw man, that joke usually kills in my schizoid heredity focus group." He sighs as he tugs his satchel on.

"You need to stay quiet and low profile." He orders, and I know my dorky smile splits my face. He leads me to a big black SUV, where I take the driver's seat. He gives me directions, leading me from the way through town street and down some scary back roads. Eventually, we pass a sign that reads Bennington Sanitarium. He tells me to turn left, and we park in the back of the parking lot. He tells me to leave my gun in the car, and I follow him with my head down.

"So, who's this ultra-secret contact you have?" His stress seemed to triple, "Some fancy professor from Caltech?" He's being intentionally nebulous, I'm aware but there's some fun in playing nosy-cop.

"No, it's not someone who worked at Caltech."

"Oh, but a professor? Where'd they work, Burkley? Or maybe some school in Vegas. Let's see, there are not that many high-profile universities in Vegas."

"No, she hasn't worked in years." His voice sharpens in frustration, so I back down, readjusting my glasses, and licking the corner of my lips. We enter and a receptionist recognizes Spencer immediately with a big smile.

"Dr. Reid how lovely to see you. Have you come to visit your mother? She'll be ecstatic. It's been far too long." Oh, like mother like son. She must be a psychiatrist. I smile softly at the notion. It will be so interesting to see who and where Spencer came from.

"Thank you, Sheryl, how has she been."

"Well, she has her day, but mostly, she just reads. You know the book club started a new series." Sherly playfully brushes his arm and giggles.

"That's good."

"She should have just gotten out of therapy." Sheryl smiles and rakes her eyes over the young doctor. Finally, she makes eye contact with me.

"Oh well, you're new," she cheers in a vaguely Midwestern accent. You'll need a visitor's pass, hon." She gets one from a drawer and hands it to me. "So, do you work at the FBI, too, or are you coming to meet the in-laws?"

"I'm an agent," I laugh. If I were lucky enough to snag him, that would be an HR nightmare." Playfully, I pat his chest. He guffaws dryly as I slide the plastic lanyard around my neck.

Spencer leads me through the building, mostly there are elderly people playing chess or using oil pastels as nurses and orderlies orbit them. He leads me through a large living room past an Asian woman knitting. We find a woman with blonde hair biting her nails on the couch as she ponders something.

"Hi, Mom," He warbles. There's an extra beat between his greeting and her response. It's like she snaps out of a trance when she sees her son.

"Spencer, honey, what are you doing here?"

"Me and my frie-"

"Oh my goodness, thank whatever deities you deny the existence of; you're finally giving me some grandchildren."

"No, Mom, this is my coworker Agent (L/n). She and I just have some questions for you regarding our case."

"Well, at least sit down." She pats the space next to her, and Spencer obeys, "You too, young lady."

"Yes, ma'am." I take the only spot right next to him, and Spencer begins rattling off questions while his mom sits there with her hand under her nose. She sits and observes Spencer like no one at the BAU does. When he finishes contextualizing the case with her she stews on every word like his voice is her favorite song.

"So our first question for you is, uh (Y/n), you might be better at asking." He makes the wringing motion of cracking his knuckles, but no sound comes out.

"Um, mostly, the bureau is interested in the capabilities of delusion to overlap reality. When you are having an episode, do you recognize the difference between your actions and your perceptions?" I retrieve a legal pad and a fountain pen and click it theatrically. Diana keeps her hand over her mouth and inhales longingly through her nose. She points at me but doesn't look at me.

"You're a very smart young woman," She locks her eyes on me, "I'll answer your questions if you answer mine."

"Of course, wagers are the drug of choice in Vegas, well that and alcohol and mostly any other drug you can think of." I correct myself

"God, you're so much like him." She looks to her son."Why aren't you dating my Spencer?"

"Uh," is all that dumbly spills from my mouth.

"You two seem perfectly suitable for each other. Is it because he's so skinny?"

"No,"

"Well, he's incredibly handsome and talented; even a pigeon could see he's intelligent beyond a lexicon." She rambles

"Mom, I think that's enough."

"Spencer, you haven't visited me in over a year, and how do you believe that's any way to speak to your mother." She reprimands me. Had the information not shocked me, I would have giggled.

"Spencer, over a year?!" I swat his arm, "You've had time off. Why wouldn't you come to visit?"

"Oh well, I've still gotten my daily letters," she pouts. But it's been too long, and I'm getting old." She begins to bat her eyelashes, and she holds onto his arm.

"I'm trying, Mom," he whined

"To visit or to get me some grandkids?" she sasses

"Mom," He groaned, and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips.

"What about you, young lady? Do you have any kids??"

"No, ma'am."

"Why not?" I could see where Spencer gets his tunnel thinking.

"My career has made it difficult to go out on dates and fall in love," I admitted it was almost like Diana could extract the truth from me

"Well, then, date my Spencer."

"Mom!" he protested

"Shh! It's a win-win: I get grandbabies, you get dates, and neither of your careers gets in the way." I meant to retaliate, but her infallible logic knocked all the fire out of me.

"Let's finish up this interview and solve this case then we can circle back." I mitigated

Two days later, the case was solved, and we were riding the jet back to Virginia. Everyone had filed off the plane but Spencer and I.

"So, do you have any plans tonight?" It threw me further off guard than Diana.

"I was just gonna turn on Real Housewives reruns and cuddle cannoli." It was how I spent most nights.

"Would you object to a date?"

"Tonight?"

"We could watch the Real Housewives and hang out with your cat??"

"You want to do that?"

"It sounds much better than sweating in an overpriced Italian restaurant." He laughs and rings his knuckles

"it does, I think I have NBC, we could watch Star Trek after." I offer as we walk from the landing strip to the BAU. We made a sojourn at his home so he could shower and put on comfortable clothes. Two years later it would be cannoli to ring bear your wedding. Spencer would have to credit his mother who walked you both down the aisle simultaneously for your relationship and the whole team would have to agree.

[greetingfromthedead]

Gingerbread (Vash x GN!Reader)

Plot: You join Vash in a visit to Karsted City. To keep you being there a secret, Lina and Grandma Sheryl mingle with the townsfolk, leaving you and Vash to bake cookies to be decorated later together with Lina. Rating: E (for this part) Tags: No use of "Y/N", Established Relationship, Fluff, Festive Cheer, Holiday Traditions, Christmas Cookies, Gingerbread Making, Banter, Playfulness, Physical Tenderness, Shenanigans, Spending Time Together, Kissing, Licking Vash's Prosthetic Like a Whisk, Cuddling, Cookie Eating Word count: 2.4k

"It sure is nice to be here, but are you sure it is safe?" You ask as you wrap your arms around Vash's waist, knotting your fingers on his stomach and hugging him from behind. You feel the shifts and movements of his muscles as he continues to knead the dark brown dough that already starts to make the room smell heavenly and sweet.

"Yeah, Grandma Sheryl and Lina went to the church; they said they would mingle in town so nobody would get the idea to come here for a surprise visit. As long as we don't turn on the big lights, it's doubtful anyone would get suspicious of us being here. It's okay, love." Vash explains calmly. He has learned that it helps to settle your nerves, so he tries to do it more and not just shrug and go with the flow.

"I feel bad for them having to leave just for us. I was also looking forward to spending time with them, not to mention you've missed them both so much. Will they at least be back to have dinner?" You continue to question him, burying your face into the soft knitted sweater Sheryl made for him.

"Of course they will! They wouldn't miss a festive dinner together! They might just be here a little late. More time for us to make these gingerbreads!" he replies, the soft smile you love so much dripping from his voice.

"You're right! It was hard enough to get the ingredients! We can't let them go to waste!" New determination energizes you to loosen your hug and step out from behind Vash. You roll up your sleeves again and kiss his cheek. Vash tilts his whole body towards you to make sure you can reach his face and even turns his head afterward with his lips puckered. His hands are still busy kneading the dough in front of him, so you give in and put another light kiss on his lips. His front is covered in flour; his nice jumper is only protected thanks to the frilly apron he wears. The flour even dusts his face, a more prominent line on his forehead where he swiped over with his forearm. It's endearing, and you can't help but smile at his messy appearance.

You leave him to his task and start to look for the supplies necessary for the next steps. Preparing the baking trays takes some time; you need to smear the metal with butter and some flour to make sure nothing will stick to them once baked. You also check that the oven is preheating to the correct temperature, and you lay out the few cookie cutters you have so that they are easily accessible. A heart, a star, a little man, a bell, and a cat.

"I think the dough is done. You've kneaded it for long enough," you say as you fight the drawer filled with utensils to get the rolling pin out. Somehow the drawer has gotten stuck and won't budge no matter how hard you pull.

"Yeah, it feels all smooth and ready!" Vash answers and forms a ball with the dough. "Ohhh… Mayfly?"

"What's up, love?"

You finally manage to wiggle the utensils enough to pry open the drawer, the culprit being the rolling pin itself that had gotten lodged in the worst position.

"It's my hand…" He trails off, and you turn towards him, resting the pin on your shoulder like a bat. "I think I need your help."

Vash looks like a puppy that has gotten into trouble. He lifts his skeletal prosthetic that has gingerbread dough stuck in every nook and cranny.

"Well, good thing we gave it a good scrub with that toothbrush before we got started!" You laugh gently and go to him, leaving the roller on the counter and taking his right hand, scraping it clean with a butter knife first and wiping everything mostly off, leaving only a little bit of oily residue behind.

The other hand is in worse shape, and you carefully start removing the bulk, using a small spoon and the knife to get large chunks off and smushing them together with the rest of the dough. Vash looks a little ashamed for being in this situation, but he enjoys watching you work away. He starts to wonder if you will use the toothbrush again to get the smaller details clean, but then you lift his hand up to your face and put two of his metal fingers in your mouth to suck them clean, your tongue swirling around them. Vash suddenly feels flustered as you look up at him, his fingers still lingering on your tongue. The sweet taste of sugar blends with the spices, and you're happy with how the dough turned out. You suck on his fingers as you pull them out with a pop, shifting his hand to lick and kiss the next parts clean, from the other fingers to the knuckles and his palm. You treat his hand like a whisk. Vash's face and ears turn a deeper shade of crimson as he watches you with a mixture of endearment and embarrassment. His heart beats so loud in his ears, especially when you smile at his expression. You are so precious to him.

"Alrightly, it's toothbrush time!" you announce after getting him mostly clean and having indulged in raw cookie dough. You hold on to his hand as you drag him to the sink and lather the prosthesis in soap before scrubbing it completely clean. Vash tries to interject and offers to do it himself, but you ignore him, just giving a small bump with your hip as acknowledgment that you heard him at all.

After getting him squeaky clean again, you return to your dough; you take over the business of dividing the large ball into smaller portions and rolling it out evenly on the well-floured surface. You finally get to the part where you can start to cut out shapes. Vash stands right beside you, his arm often brushing against yours as he reaches for a cookie cutter or when he presses it into the dough. You start filling the prepared tray with cookies, carefully spacing them out so they don't merge together while baking. Vash eventually even leaves all the cutters to you and takes a knife, carefully starting to cut out his own shapes. Among them is a fairly large cross. It is a bit uneven, but Vash doesn't mind; he looks very proud of his work.

"What's that?" you ask, suspecting the answer but making sure.

"It's the Punisher!" he says with a very pleased expression as he carefully transfers it onto the tray.

"Thought so!" you respond with a smile, glad to see him so happy.

With the tray filled, Vash puts it in the oven and makes a note of the time. You already start work on the next set, rolling out more dough, and Vash joins you in making even more cookies, filling a second tray in the time it takes for the first one to bake. The kitchen is filled with your soft voices and the warm scent of gingerbread. It is easy to forget that your life is rarely this peaceful.

Vash is busy carving out the shape of a flower when it comes time to check on the first batch in the oven. You take the mitts and open the oven door. The hot puff of air hits your face, carrying the scent of cinnamon and sugar throughout the kitchen. You take the tray out to inspect it closer, not wanting to leave the cookies raw.

"Oh no," you chuckle as you look at the tray of freshly baked gingerbread.

"What's wrong?" Vash looks up with concern.

"It's the Punisher," you reply, trying your hardest to stifle a laugh.

"Did it break?" Vash still doesn't understand and steps closer to look for himself.

The cross is now misshapen; the dough has risen and expanded in the oven. The long straight remains vaguely the same, but it seems longer and wider; the sharp corners are all rounded. The shorter offshoots to both sides have also lost all of their shape, becoming blobs that melt into the top part.

"It has become the Penisher!" you exclaim, no longer able to keep yourself in check and letting out a loud cackle.

"You're right!" Vash looks over your shoulder, tracing the shape of the gingerbread in the air, "There's the shaft, and there are the balls!"

Vash joins your laughter, and somewhere, far, far away, Wolfwood suddenly feels very irritated for no apparent reason.

Like a well-oiled machine, you churn out more and more cookies, leaving them on the counter to cool while filling the tray with new, uncooked ones. Rarely is there a second of just waiting around, but when there is such a moment, Vash uses it to leave kisses on your cheeks and lips. You cherish these sweet gestures, feeling grateful for the love and joy that fills your heart. By the time all the gingerbread are done cooking, you have cleaned up the kitchen together. No sign remains of the mess you caused, except for the cooling cookies. You even clean off Vash's face and sweater.

"I'm sure Lina will love to help decorate all of these tomorrow! Or knowing her, perhaps even today after dinner," Vash comments as he looks at your creations as if he's in a fine art gallery.

"I'm sure she will. Guess it is a good thing she's not here. She would have a hard time being patient and waiting for them all to cool down," you chuckle a bit.

"We made quite a lot. We can't make enough glaze for all of them," he continues in a thoughtful manner, and you quickly pick up where he is steering the conversation.

"Hmm, yes, of course," you nod along. "We should definitely prioritize which ones get to be decorated. No point in putting effort into the broken and bloated ones! Nobody will know what they are supposed to be anyway!"

"Yes. To avoid any confusion, do you think we should separate the substandard ones from the rest?" He tries to sound as pretentious as possible.

"That's a good idea! We should pick them out and put them on plates so we can move them away from the rest more easily!" you keep nodding and taking out a large plate, shifting closer to the cooling gingerbread.

"I'm suspecting that separation won't be enough! What if someone wastes precious glaze on them? Or if their ugliness infects our perfect creations?!" Vash sounds outraged as he takes a long step to your side, leaning over the cookies.

"Fair point. We should dispose of the ugliest ones! It is for the best! We are doing everybody a favor!" you agree with him, hand already reaching out to pick up a bell that looks like it has melted in the desert heat.

"Indeed. For the greater good!" He hums in agreement, picks up some broken gingerbread to put on your plate, and then turns away with a fake serious face. "I will get the necessary tools for the job."

"Do you happen to mean milk?" you look after him.

"Of course I do!" he responds with a mischievous grin.

You continue to fill your plate with broken and misshapen cookies. The dim light remaining in the room makes it hard to see which ones are broken, but you manage to compile a small heap, and Vash returns to your side with a big glass of milk. His free hand lands softly on your lower back; his touch feels tender and sweet, and he keeps his arm around you as you walk over to the couch.

The living room has also gone almost completely dark, making the little lights decorating the room shine all the brighter. The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the air, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere. You leave the plate with the gingerbread on the side table for easy access. Vash puts the milk next to the cookies and sits down first, sinking into the plush cushions of the couch. He shifts a bit and then some more until he is all but lying on the couch. Vash looks at you and spreads his arms with a smile. You take his silent invitation and make your way into his embrace, snuggling up against his chest and feeling the warmth of his body envelop you.

He pulls down the blanket that was laid out on the backrest of the couch, covering you both with it, creating a cozy cocoon.

"Hey, Mayfly?" He speaks softly, and you feel the vibrations of his low voice through his chest.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," Vash whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You lift your eyes to look into his. They shine back like gems, the tiny string lights reflecting back as tiny dots. He looks happy and at peace, something you wish to offer him every day for the rest of your days.

"I love you too," you reply and shift closer to kiss his lips. His arms tighten around you in a hug as he kisses you back, a familiar dance of your love for each other. His mouth tastes like sugar and spice, truly festive and full of warmth.

"You started without me!" you say in a low, almost threatening voice as you look at him. His eyes widen in surprise as if you had pointed a gun at him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!" He responds sheepishly. "You ate the dough first, though!"

One of his hands reaches out into the abyss, feeling for the edge of the side table and nearly knocking over the glass of milk to reach the gingerbread. He picks one and offers it to you with an apologetic smile. You were never mad at him, so you can't keep a straight face and burst out laughing again before taking a big bite of the cookie he still holds. The cookie tastes warm and spicy, just like the holiday season.

All is good. Everything is perfect. Together you lay on the couch wrapped in a blanket with cookies and milk. The holiday lights twinkle in the background, and festive smells linger in the air. There is no place you would rather be than in Vash's arms at this moment, and Vash feels like all his wishes have been answered with one perfect gift—you. As you both snuggle closer together, you feel loved and cherished.

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Godmothers Bookshop is owned by Meghans buddy Victoria Jackson-Guthy but theres a lot more deeper connections to Meghan including WME theres a ton of connections here by u/Ruth_Lily

Godmothers Bookshop is owned by Meghan’s buddy Victoria Jackson-Guthy but there’s a lot more deeper connections to Meghan, including WME, there’s a ton of connections here Video of Meghan’s new bffs Victoria Jackson-Guthy & Jamie Kern Lima re: Godmothershttps://https://ift.tt/uOm9nkT Rudolph Walsh is the other person who is the owner, but she’s also the day-to-day personhttps://https://ift.tt/s5hqScd Rudolph Walsh is married to Patrick Walshhttps://https://ift.tt/dLBmY9H Rudolph Walsh was a literary agent at WMEhttps://pagesix.com/2019/10/03/longtime-literary-agent-jennifer-rudolph-walsh-exits-wme/“Endeavor president Mark Shapiro broke the news to staffers Thursday morning in a memo.The memo read, “Jennifer has decided to move on from her agenting responsibilities and focus on building her brand partnerships and live events platform. Fortunately for us, Jennifer will continue working with WME, advising our books and lectures divisions and the live events business that she incubated within the agency,” and, “Jennifer has been discussing and planning this transition with us for a while, and I’m truly thrilled that it has now come together. Please join me in congratulating Jennifer on this next ambitious chapter.”Walsh’s own boutique agency was acquired by William Morris in 2001, and she’s been behind books by Sheryl Sandberg, Brené Brown, Alice Munro and Sue Monk Kidd.”Remember Meghan loves Brene Brown?“Meghan Markle and Prince Harry: "We Absolutely Adore" Self-Help Author Brené BrownThe royal couple revealed their love for Brown, who counts Oprah Winfrey, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Jennifer Aniston among her fans.Meghan Markle and Prince Harry: "We Absolutely Adore" Self-Help Author Brené BrownThe royal couple revealed their love for Brown, who counts Oprah Winfrey, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Jennifer Aniston among her fans.” https://ift.tt/tgOlJch Brown works with Ibram X Kendi regarding anti-racismhttps://brenebrown.com/podcast/brene-with-ibram-x-kendi-on-how-to-be-an-antiracist/Brene Brown is another Robin DiAngelis, who has been somewhat cancelled due to plagiarizing black authors.Jennifer Rudolph Walsh is friends with Whitney Wolfe Herd, another one of Meghan’s recent free jet buddieshttps://https://ift.tt/PWlEeXY Rudolph Walsh is related to Michael Rudolph high powered attorney.Please help find all the connections. post link: https://ift.tt/ZRwWDot author: Ruth_Lily submitted: September 08, 2024 at 11:59PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[swiftiesforharris]

Celebrities that have endorsed Kamala Harris for President:

Charli XCX

George Clooney

Cardi B

Olivia Rodrigo

John Legend

Lil Nas X

Busy Phillips

Barbara Streisand

Spike Lee

Connie Britton

Megan Thee Stallion

Quavo

Ariana Grande

Janelle Monae

Carol King

Mark Ruffalo

Lizzo

Jeff Bridges

Mark Hamill

Jessica Alba

Kerry Washington

Eric Braeden

Sterling K Brown

Jamie Lee Curtis

Tina Knowles

Christie Brinkley

George Takei

Josh Gad

Kesha

Aaron Sorokin

Octavia Spencer

Rosie ODonnell

Sheryl Lee Ralph

>Such a legend! Some big names have already endorsed her!<

[moltenzephyr]

Cheers to one of my favorite comics, Girl Genius!

Chibi Agatha is a Sheryl Meyer doll with Jewel Ritchie's eyes. Her blouse, stockings, and shoes are Rainbow High. Her glasses are twisted jewelry wire. Her locket is a teardrop shaped one that really opens, tied on with thread (I have not made a proper fastening version yet). Her dress is hand-sewn from a tee-shirt.

Chibi Violetta is a Mila Berrymore doll whose hair has been cut into a jagged bob with bangs. Her thigh high black boots are Rainbow High. Her purple jumpsuit is hand sewn from old tights. Her brown utility belt/corset/armor is the hem from trousers with a metallic button stitched to the front, held with a safety pin in the back. Her "cape" is an extra scrap of tights, pulled through a smaller button and strategically draped over her shoulders and arm. Her headband/hunting light is a gem from a broken bracelet pulled through pipecleaner.

Hoping to eventually get or make some knives for Violetta, and make lightweight giant tools for Agatha (regular tools are heavy and require very careful posing).

[thegreatimpersonator]

Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (december 17 - december 24)!  I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week and a happy holiday to those who celebrate!

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: tigris gifset by @magnusedom

orville peck: 2023 performance wardrobe gifset by @madeline-kahn

taylor swift: the eras tour + details gifset by @lovestory

maisie peters: the good witch gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

brooklyn nine nine: raymond holt gifset by @muldery

narcos: javier pena gifset by @perotovar

home alone gifset by @percyjacksonss

taylor swift: marjorie gifset by @rogerhealey

maisie peters: guy on a horse graphic by @andtosaturn

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: book differences gifset by @saws2004

olivia rodrigo: get him back gifset by @usercindylou

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @h-f-k

the muppet christmas carol gifset by @cindylouwho

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @rachelsennot

yellowjackets: 1.01 x 1.03 gifset by @taiturner

the bear: syndey adamu in 2x03 gifset by @demarcoes

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: coriolanus snow gifset by @feodor-dostoevsky

brookyn nine nine: jake peralta gifset by @jakeyp

taylor swift: lavender haze gifset by @treacherous

the princess diaries: mia thermopolis gifset by @phoebesbridgers

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @maliagf

samia: triptych gifset by @sofiarostova

yellowjackets: shauna gifset by @girlbutcherwife

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @nowadayz

abbott elementary: holiday gifset by @goabbott

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @tomblythsgf

friends: holiday gifset by @birthdaysentiment

the hunger games gifset by @sharpesjoy

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @eightynines

taylor swift: the story of us graphic by @taylrswift

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @kvtnisseverdeen

a charlie brown christmas gifset by @sheryl-lee

yellowjackets gifset by @natscatorrcio

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @richardgrimes

barbie 2023 gifset by @fawad-khan

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @clarisselareu

pride & prejudice: darcy gifset by @prideandprejudice

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @jakeperalta

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @kendalroys

olivia rodrigo: the grudge graphic by @georgesezra

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: tigris gifset by @padme-amidala

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird soundtrack gifset by @crowley-anthony

[studywgabi]

Songs

A (Cliched) List of Songs That Capture the Loneliness, the Self-Loathing, and the Desperate Desire to be Loved (In No Particular Order):

Blood and Fire - The Indigo Girls

My Skin - Natalie Merchant

Nobody - Mitski (obviously)

Crack Baby - Mitski

Alone Forever - Leanna Firestone (criminally underrated)

Je Sais Pas Danser - Pomme (Could I be more pretentious?)

At Seventeen - Janis Ian

Long, Long Time - Linda Ronstadt

Tous Les Garcons et Les Filles - Francoise Hardy (Apparently so)

Please Send Me Someone to Love - Sade

Come On, Aphrodite - Natalie Merchant

Nicest Thing - Kate Nash

Love Will Come to You - Indigo Girls

Chasing Pavements - Adele

All I Need - Radiohead

Creep - Radiohead (Couldn't resist)

If No One Ever Marries Me - Natalie Merchant

I Will - The Beatles

Another Day - Paul McCartney

Liability - Lorde

People Watching - Conan Gray

Body - Mother Mother

Fat Funny Friend - Maddie Zahm

I'm Your Man - Leonard Cohen

IDK You Yet - Alexander 23

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

Goodbye to Love - Phoebe Bridgers

How Soon is Now? - The Smiths

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Asleep - The Smiths

Unloveable - The Smiths

Your Best American Girl - Mitski

Valentine - Fiona Apple (My favorite)

Winter - Tori Amos

As I Am - Joan Jett

A (Much Shorter) List of Songs that Describe How I Wished I Felt Instead- Strong Enough on My Own and Accepting of the Fact That I'm Alone:

Aphrodite - Honey Gentry

No Man's Woman - Sinead O'Connor

You're On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Beautiful - Christina Aguilera

Perhaps Even More Embarrassing (if Possible), A List of Songs that Describe How I Would Love Someone and How I Want to be Loved. I Love these Songs, and I want to Relate to them Someday:

Je Suis D'Accord - Francoise Hardy

We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

The First Taste - Fiona Apple

Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer

Thirteen - Big Star

Limon Y Sal - Julieta Venegas

Jupiter - Flower Face

Head Over Feet - Alanis Morrisette

Arabella - Arctic Monkeys

Strong Enough - Sheryl Crow

Oh My Love - John Lennon

Eres - Cafe Tacvba

(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin

Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift

I'll Get the Coffee - Kathryn Gallagher

Still Into You - Paramore

John, I Love You - Sinead O'Connor

Heal the Pain - George Michael

And I Love You So - Don McLean

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Samba Pa Ti - Santana

An "Our Song"

Feel free to add your own songs and what they mean to you. I hope you're being kind to yourself today, darlings.

[theladyghost]

13 songs I’ve been listening to recently - Thanks for tagging me @woodswit

As you can tell I really loved Olivia Rodrigo’s album Guts. I could just put the whole thing here, but I just chose my favorites instead.

1. Sangue Latino - Secos & Molhados

2. Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl - Olivia Rodrigo

3. Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

4. Bad Idea Right? - Olivia Rodrigo

5. Tous les Jours - Luísa e os Alquimistas

6. Lost on You - LP

7. The Next Right Thing - Frozen II Soundtrack

8. Próprias Mentiras - Deborah Blando

9. If It Makes You Happy - Sheryl Crow

10. Make Me Wanna Die - The Pretty Reckless

11. Call Me When You’re Sober - Evanescence

12. Dias de Luta, Dias de Glória - Charlie Brown Jr.

13. “Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps (Quizás, Quizás, Quizás)”, Lisa Bassenge feat The J-Chestra

Tagging: @danally20, @fangfaceandrea, @polarmarie, @bellatrixobsessed1, @akiizayoi4869, @prodogg, @esther-dot and anyone who would like to answer. No pressure, though.