#Henney

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Packard Pan American Convertible Coachwork 1951 by Henney au National Packard Museum. - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

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Packard Pan American, 1952. Designed by Richard Arbib, and coachbuilt by hearse and ambulance specialist Henney. The first of 6 cars was build for company president Hugh Ferry. They were based on the Packard 250 convertible, sectioned, channelled and lowered in an attempt to create a top-tear roadster. The projected  cost was $18,000, at a time when the top-line Lincoln Capri convertible sold for $3,665, the Cadillac Series 75 Fleetwood for $5643.

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[diecastmania]

1954 Packard-Henney Landaulet Funeral Coach

Issued by Brooklin Models in 2015. It is 1:43 scale and crafted in white metal. This model has been detailed from its original release. The model is finished in Formal Black. CSV 17.

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Arrive at the cemetery in style aboard a 1951 Henney-Packard hearse!

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Daniel Henney And Ru Kumagai Get Married

Daniel Henney has officially tied the knot with Japanese-American model and actress Ru Kumagai! On October 20, SPOTV NEWS reported that Daniel Henney and Ru Kumagai recently had a private wedding in the United States. In response to the report, Daniel Henney’s agency Echo Global Group officially confirmed the news of his marriage through the following statement: Hello. This is Echo Global…

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Moiraine & Lan | The Wheel of Time

[reidobsessed]

The whole cast is sickeningly fine

[moxyphinx]

"Stop pretending, Moiraine. I think you’re afraid. You don’t want me to know how weak you feel. How unprepared. Overwhelmed. Because then you’ll have to face it yourself."

MOIRAINE SEDAI and LAN MANDRAGORAN in WHEEL OF TIME 2.08

[frenchcurious]

Packard Custom Super Clipper 7-Passenger Sedan by Henney 1947. - source RM Sotheby's.

[standinginrainn]

Henney: 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈?

{Life hasn't always been kind. Most days it felt like I was always in the deep end, fighting to keep my head above water.

Kevin Dean, my high school sweetheart, had always known my weaknesses. We’d met when I moved to Madison, Georgia to live with my family. I was still so emotionally raw from grief from my mother’s passing. So vulnerable and meek. The new girl with no friends and no parents.

He stole me away with his pretty eyes and prettier lies. He showed up at the perfect moment and swept me away.

He’d stayed close after graduation. No real life plan after football had fallen through.

His hometown hero dreams had been shattered along with his ego when he tore his ACL. Kevin had fallen into boozing and self pain managing with Vicodin and God knows what else.

He never got back on the field. His life long goals tossed aside. One excuse after another.

Most nights I never felt so alone. So stuck in place.

Kevin would make promises he didn’t intend to keep. After every drunk fueled rage he’d darken my doorway to ask for forgiveness and beg to come back home. Trying his best to weasel back in. Always with a different angle.}

“You know I’m the only one for you, Hensely! You can’t fuckin leave me!”

{Thick fists would pound the exterior of my front door with enough force that he was sure to splinter it. My heart was booming in my chest and ears. Recalls of those same fist busting my lip or bruising me. Most bruises were camouflaged by the colorful ink art that covers my arms and chest. My palms cupped the outside of my upper arms in a soothing massage.

It was just like before. Heavy alcohol odor. It reeked with every spat out word and burned my nostrils through the cracked door. The security chain was pulled taunt from his drunken body weight. Red flannel shoulder wedged between until the door enough for his bloodshot steel grays to glare through.

Every time he showed up liquored up and slurring, it made it difficult to remember all the happier moments. The now long lost laughter and heart filled snatches of time.

I knew we couldn’t be happy all the time but Damn! I just couldn’t handle this stress anymore.

Every knock down and knock around had me closer to the grave.

If he really loved me, he needed to let me go. I yelled just as much till my voice nearly gave out.

“I swore it the last time, Kevin! Never again!”

{With hands forcefully pushing on his shoulder that had wedged between the door gap I set the lock in place. I’m sliding down the back of the door to crumple up. Knees to chest. Fighting off a panic attack. Slowly rocking as the wooden door my back rested against reverberated from his pounding fists.

I sat rooted in place. For how long I wasn’t sure.

I muffled the shouts with palms cupped over my ears and sang out Elton John’s Tiny dancer. Over and over I repeated the chorus. The volume rose to drown out everything until the pounds faded off. It was a self soothing tune. Something my mother would croon delicately to me during one of those odd nightmare filled nights.

No cops were called that tonight. He’d given up when a neighbor started yelling.

It was a nightly battle. Such a tug of war with my heart. The neighbors had called the authorities a couple of times in the past. Their eyes are a mix of empathy and frustration each time I pass them in the common areas. Too many whispers behind my back.

I never knew such unhappiness. To be stalked by an ex. To have to be so hyper aware of your surroundings. I tried so hard to move on. He was always there. Coming into my job. Yelling and causing domestics to the point I was let go time and again. No one would hire me in the small town we were in. I had zero other options

I didn’t think it’d be this hard. I needed something to believe there was more. Some hope to keep breathing and not give up.

The turning point was my great aunt's passing. I wasn’t aware I had family outside of the small cluster we had spotted around here and there.

We weren’t close enough to have family gatherings or celebrations on holidays. Mostly knew of each other. Blood hadn’t kept us close, only aware there was kin out there.

A thick envelope arrived in the post one day. Official-looking paperwork. I scanned the papers in shocked disbelief. I had inherited a property and all earthly possessions from some distant relative I had no knowledge of. It wasn’t much. My mind still reeled. First thinking, I had this door opening for me. All the possibilities.}

“All I want is to disappear.”

{Defeat thick in my tone. Hollowed out person of who I once was. I didn’t even recognize myself most days.}

“Well this is your opportunity, Miss Daniels, but the window is quickly closing. Your aunt was the last surviving owner of the establishment and with no descendants, she bequeathed the property to you after your mother’s passing. Urgency is needed. I’ll need your response sooner rather than later.”

{Mr Calhoun with all his southern twang mapped out the estate plan once the papers would be signed. He was a small-time local attorney I had hired with what little I had tucked away. He had looked over all the paperwork and assured me everything seemed legit.

Kevin would say I was crazy. Too busy living in some lala land. That I had no future other than to settle into a married life with him. Anything to make me doubt myself.

Those thoughts had only helped fuel me further.

No matter how tragic life can get, I had to trust God had a plan for me.

The property was transferred as soon as I signed all the legal paperwork.

Traveling took time. It took a few months to save up the money I needed to get to the property. I had to take it slow. I felt in my soul this was the right path.

I had to keep moving or I’d change my mind. To stay mentally focused.

I decided to give myself a fresh start and forget the Kevin troubles.

I turned my back and disappeared. It wasn’t in my nature to be so cold. But I knew in time things would seem right.

If only I had known what had been waiting for me.

The roadside motel was more than run down. A thin line of rooms. 20 units total. Diner anchored at the end.

There was a small courtyard nestled near the woods that was overgrown with weeds and who knew what type of critters?

Not much traffic appeared to be out on this stretch of highway. I hoped that would change.

I said a little prayer before entering the #LastCallMotel and stepped into the future.}

“Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do this.”

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THE WHEEL OF TIME ↳ Season 2 ↳ Episode Seven |  Daes Dae'Mar

[youbutstupid]

The Criminal Minds casting crew really said stfu and show me your beautiful brown eyes

They’re so

Also shoutout to Mandy Patinkin etc. I could only have 10 photos

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Rosamund Pike and Daniel Henney behind the scenes of The Wheel of Time 2x08

[lagarta-isabo]

al’Lan Mandragoran has ultimate "I support my woman's rights and her wrongs" energy.