#sa ma wee

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🇨🇳 SS characters wears Hanfu👘

1st slide:

Shing/Xing was born in China. She's lives from the kingdom of women. She can dance or fight martial whatever she likes 🛐🥰

3rd slide:

Sa Ma Wee was born in China & his friend, Miko Chen born in Japan since his father was Chinese & his mother was Japanese. He travel to China when his father lives in China. He was worked with Sa Ma Wee inside the celestial realm Kingdom 💓♥️🔥🥺😭🛐

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The Lass Next Door

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x OC Isla

OC Appearance: Isla (aye-lah) is a Latina with curly brown hair.

a/n: Proofread like shit. I always imagined Soap having a wonderful mom <3

Word Count: 800

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“Oh ma dear Johnny, ye’ll loe her!” John’s mom gleams into the phone. She stands next to the phone with a hand on her hip over her red flowery apron. A massive cheetah print clip pulls back her black curly hair.

“Aye, maw?” He smiles, happy to hear his mother’s warm and loving voice for the first time in months.

“She jist moved intae the toon and she’s a pure gem. I invited her fur yer dinner.”

“I cannae wait tae meet her, maw.” 

She pulls away to yet at the two fighting kids running through the kitchen.

“Youse bairns are ower auld tae be carryin’ oan like the mad beasts! Tak’ a seat!” She huffs before putting the phone back to her ear.

“Yer wee nephews are drivin’ me aff ma heid.”

He chuckles, his oldest sister’s kids were the sweetest kids he’s ever met but when their mom isn’t around they could terrorize a village.

“So, whin will ye hae some weans o’ yer ain?” She probes.

“A’ll be there braw soon tae gie them a guid skelpin.” He says, ignoring the question she’s been asking for years. 

***

“Oh, love, ah’m that excited fur ye tae meet ma ain, Johnny. It’s not often that he’s home.” She motions for you to sit at the table while she finishes up the cooking.

“Why’s that?” You question. With the way Ms. Mactavish speaks of her son, you’d imagine they’d hate being apart.

“He’s SAS, ye ken? He’s a pure success, Ah’m sae proud o’ ma boy.” She smiles really big. You can’t help but smile with her. The way she talks about him is so heartwarming.

Suddenly a loud thud erupts from the backyard. Ms. Mactavish goes running outside.

“Aye! Didnae I tell ye wee yins tae calm doon wi’ yer games?!”

Just then the front door swings open.

“Maw, I’m home!”

“Oh, Johnny!” She cries out, rushing inside. They embrace each other, he bends down to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” She grabs his stubble-covered cheeks, giving them a pinch as he protests.

“Come oan, come an meet oor new neighbour, Isla.”

You stand to shake his hand with a friendly smile. Once he comes into the kitchen you’re a wave of shock washes over you.

This is the darling baby boy she’s been talking about?!

He’s massive. He towering over you, his ice-cold eyes match every member of his family present along with his black hair that was shaved at the sides into a mohawk. His shoulders are wide, his arms are muscular and covered in dark hair. Your eyes drop to his boyish grin and just below his lips a scar running along his chin. He’s all man, rugged as can be. His black shirt is a little too tight around his biceps and his jeans stretch over his thick thighs.

Oh dear god.

His massive hand takes your small one in a gentle shake. The callouses on his palm leave your skin buzzing and wanting more.

***Johnny’s POV***

I walk past the old door spotting the dents I’d made in it with a BB gun when I was about 12 years old. A smile glues itself to my face once the familiar scent hits my nose. It smells like home.

“Maw, I’m home!”

She comes running around the corner.

“Oh, Johnny!” She wraps me in her arms.

“Maw,” I mutter.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” Tears brim in her eyes. I try to shake her hands off when she pinches my cheeks like I’m still her wee boy.

“Come oan, come an’ meet our new neighbour, Isla.” She grabs me by the arm, dragging me to the kitchen. Upon turning the corner I see a lass-

Steamin’ Jesus-

Her long brown curly hair falls down her shoulders and back. A perfect background to contrast her figure, slim hourglass falling into her wide hips and a behind I couldn’t wait to peek at when she wouldn’t notice.

She’s wearing these big geeky glasses and behind them, I almost melt at the sight, two warm brown eyes. Her plump lips, little round chin, bone structure of a goddess with just enough roundness to her cheeks to keep her as cute as a doll, and her sunkissed skin unlike anyone I’ve seen in this town. Her t-shirt sticks to her figure and her jeans look like they’d only come off if they were cut.

I try to keep my eyes from wondering too much.

Oh fuck. This lassie is gonna pure make me keel ower.

“Eh! Isla?” I take her hand in mine, dwelling on how soft it feels and fits so perfectly in mine.

“Nice to meet you.”

Her voice, tha’ perfect smile… I may as well ask fur forgiveness now, maw, ‘cause I’m gonna start wheezin’ like a dog.

“Can I call you Johnny?” She asks me so politely.

Fuck’s sake, call me a bastard if ye like.

“Aye, bonnie, that’ll dae fur me.”

“Bonnie…?” She gets cut off by my rambunctious nephews running inside.

“Uncle Johnny!” They yell in unison and jump on me.

“Hey! I was talkin’ tae ma new pal ye scunners!” I laugh at the two, lifting both of them in separate arms.

“Hand on noo. Gie yersels intae yer seats, it’s time tae eat!”

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van die rivier tot by die see sal Palestina vry wees!

efi asubɔnten no so kosi po so palestine no bɛyɛ nea ɛde ne hon

nga lumi në det, Palestina do të jetë e lirë!

ከወንዙ እስከ ባህር ፍልስጤም ነፃ ትሆናለች!

من النهر إلى البحر ستتحرر فلسطين!

գետից մինչև ծով Պաղեստինը ազատ կլինի.

নদীৰ পৰা সাগৰলৈকে পেলেষ্টাইন মুক্ত হ’ব!

¡jawirat lamar qutakamaw Palestina markax librëxani!

çaydan dənizə Fələstin azad olacaq!

ka bɔ baji la ka taa se kɔgɔji ma palestine bɛna hɔrɔnya !

নদী থেকে সাগর পর্যন্ত প্যালেস্টাইন মুক্ত হবে!

ibaitik itsasora palestina libre izango da!

ад ракі да мора палестына будзе вольнай!

नदी से लेके समुद्र तक फिलिस्तीन मुक्त हो जाई!

od rijeke do mora palestina će biti slobodna!

от реката до морето палестина ще бъде свободна!

မြစ်မှ ပင်လယ်သို့ ပါလက်စတိုင်း လွတ်လိမ့်မည် ။

del riu al mar Palestina serà lliure!

gikan sa suba hangtod sa dagat palestine libre na!

لە ڕووبارەوە بۆ دەریا فەلەستین ئازاد دەبێت!

从河流到海洋，巴勒斯坦将获得自由！

從河流到海洋，巴勒斯坦將獲得自由！

da u fiume à u mare a Palestina serà libera !

od rijeke do mora palestina će biti slobodna!

od řeky k moři Palestina bude zdarma!

fra floden til havet vil Palæstina være gratis!

ކޯރުން ފެށިގެން ކަނޑާ ހަމައަށް ފަލަސްތީން މިނިވަންވާނެ!

नदी तों ले के समुंदर तक फिलिस्तीन आज़ाद होवेगा!

van de rivier tot de zee zal Palestina vrij zijn!

de la rivero ĝis la maro palestino estos libera!

jõest mereni Palestiina saab tasuta!

tso tɔsisia dzi va se ɖe atsiaƒu dzi Palestina la avo!

mula sa ilog hanggang sa dagat palestine ay magiging libre!

joesta mereen Palestiina on ilmainen!

du fleuve à la mer, la Palestine sera gratuite !

do río ao mar Palestina será libre!

okuva ku mugga okutuuka ku nnyanja palestine ejja kuba ya ddembe!

მდინარიდან ზღვამდე პალესტინა თავისუფალი იქნება!

Vom Fluss bis zum Meer wird Palästina frei sein!

न्हंय थावन दर्या मेरेन पॅलेस्टायन मुक्त जातलें!

από το ποτάμι στη θάλασσα η Παλαιστίνη θα είναι ελεύθερη!

ysyry guive yguasu peve Palestina oîta sãsõmey !

નદીથી સમુદ્ર સુધી પેલેસ્ટાઈન મુક્ત થશે!

soti nan rivyè a nan lanmè a Palestine pral gratis!

daga kogi zuwa tekun Falasdinu za su sami 'yanci!

mai ka muliwai a hiki i ke kai palestine e noa!

नदी से समुद्र तक फ़िलिस्तीन आज़ाद होगा!

מהנהר לים פלסטין תהיה חופשית!

los ntawm tus dej mus rau hiav txwv palestine yuav dawb!

a folyótól a tengerig palesztina szabad lesz!

frá ánni til sjávar Palestína verður ókeypis!

site na osimiri ruo n'oké osimiri Palestine ga-enwere onwe ya!

manipud karayan agingga iti baybay ti palestina ket mawayawayaanton!

dari sungai ke laut palestina akan bebas!

ón abhainn go dtí an fharraige beidh an phailistín saor in aisce!

dal fiume al mare la palestina sarà libera!

パレスチナは川から海まで自由になる！

saka kali menyang segara palestine bakal free

ನದಿಯಿಂದ ಸಮುದ್ರ ಪ್ಯಾಲೆಸ್ಟೈನ್ ವರೆಗೆ ಮುಕ್ತವಾಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ!

ពីទន្លេទៅសមុទ្រប៉ាឡេស្ទីននឹងមានសេរីភាព!

өзеннен теңізге дейін Палестина еркін болады!

kuva kumugezi kugera ku nyanja palestine izaba yubuntu!

강에서 바다까지 팔레스타인은 자유로울 것이다!

frɔm di riva to di si palestayn go fri!

ji çem heta deryayê Filistîn dê azad bibe!

дарыядан деңизге чейин Палестина эркин болот!

ຈາກແມ່ນ້ໍາໄປຫາທະເລ palestine ຈະບໍ່ເສຍຄ່າ!

a flumine usque ad mare Palaestinae liber erit!

no upes līdz jūrai palestīna būs bez maksas!

kobanda na ebale tii na mbu palestine ekozala ofele!

nuo upės iki jūros palestina bus nemokama!

vum Floss op d'Mier Palästina wäert gratis sinn!

од реката до морето Палестина ќе биде слободна!

नदी स समुद्र तक फिलिस्तीन स्वतंत्र भ जायत!

manomboka amin'ny renirano ka hatrany amin'ny ranomasina palestine dia ho afaka!

dari sungai ke laut palestine akan percuma!

നദി മുതൽ കടൽ പാലസ്തീൻ വരെ സ്വതന്ത്രമായിരിക്കും!

mix-xmara sal-baħar il-palestina tkun ħielsa!

ꯇꯨꯔꯦꯂꯗꯒꯤ ꯍꯧꯔꯒꯥ ꯁꯃꯨꯗ꯭ꯔ ꯄꯦꯂꯦꯁ꯭ꯇꯥꯏꯟ ꯐꯥꯑꯣꯕꯥ ꯐ꯭ꯔꯤ ꯑꯣꯏꯒꯅꯤ!

mai i te awa ki te moana Palestine ka kore utu!

नदीपासून समुद्रापर्यंत पॅलेस्टाईन मुक्त होईल

lui atanga tuifinriat palestine thlengin a zalen ang

голоос далай хүртэл Палестин чөлөөтэй болно

नदीदेखि समुद्रसम्म प्यालेस्टाइन स्वतन्त्र हुनेछ.

go tloga nokeng go ya lewatleng Palestina e tla lokologana

fra elven til havet vil Palestina være gratis

kuyambira kumtsinje kufikira kunyanja ku Palestine kudzakhala kwaulere

ନଦୀଠାରୁ ସମୁଦ୍ର ପର୍ଯ୍ୟନ୍ତ ପାଲେଷ୍ଟାଇନ ମୁକ୍ତ ହେବ |

laga irraa hanga galaana palestiin bilisa ta'a

د سیند څخه تر بحر پورې فلسطین به آزاد وي

فلسطین از رودخانه تا دریا آزاد خواهد شد

od rzeki do morza Palestyna będzie wolna

do rio ao mar a Palestina será livre

ਨਦੀ ਤੋਂ ਸਮੁੰਦਰ ਤੱਕ ਫਲਸਤੀਨ ਆਜ਼ਾਦ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇਗਾ

mayumanta lamar qochakama Palestina libre kanqa

de la râu la mare Palestina va fi liberă

от реки до моря Палестина будет свободна

mai le vaitafe i le sami palestine o le a saoloto

नदीतः समुद्रपर्यन्तं प्यालेस्टाइनं मुक्तं भविष्यति

o'n amhainn gu ruig a' chuan bidh palestine saor

од реке до мора Палестина ће бити слободна

kubva kurwizi kusvika kugungwa Paristine pachava pasina

درياءَ کان سمنڊ تائين فلسطين آزاد ٿي ويندو

ගංගාවේ සිට මුහුදු පලස්තීනය දක්වා නිදහස් වනු ඇත

od rieky k moru bude Palestína slobodná

od reke do morja bo palestina prosta

laga bilaabo wabiga ilaa badda Falastiin waxay noqon doontaa bilaash.

ho tloha nōkeng ho ea leoatleng Palestina ho tla lokoloha

Del río al mar Palestina será libre

ti walungan ka palestina laut bakal bébas

kutoka mtoni hadi palestina ya bahari itakuwa huru

från floden till havet Palestina kommer att vara gratis

аз дарьё то бахри Фаластин озод хохад шуд

நதி முதல் கடல் பாலஸ்தீனம் வரை இலவசம்

елгадан диңгез палестинага кадәр бушлай булачак

నది నుండి సముద్ర పాలస్తీనా వరకు ఉచితం

จากแม่น้ำสู่ทะเลปาเลสไตน์จะเป็นอิสระ

ካብ ሩባ ክሳብ ባሕሪ ፍልስጤም ነጻ ክትከውን እያ።

nehirden denize kadar Filistin özgür olacak

ku suka enambyeni ku ya elwandle palestine yi ta va yi ntshunxekile

derýadan deňiz palestine çenli erkin bolar

від річки до моря Палестина буде вільною

دریا سے سمندر تک فلسطین آزاد ہو گا۔

دەريادىن دېڭىز پەللىسىگىچە ھەقسىز بولىدۇ

daryodan dengizgacha Falastin ozod bo'lad

từ sông ra biển Palestine sẽ được tự do

o'r afon i'r môr bydd palestine yn rhad ac am ddim

fan 'e rivier nei de see sil Palestina fergees wêze

ukusuka emlanjeni ukuya ePalestina kuya kukhululeka

פון טייַך צו ים פּאַלעסטינע וועט זיין פריי

lati odo si okun Palestine yoo jẹ ofe

kusukela emfuleni kuze kufike e-palestine yolwandle kuyoba mahhala

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百家姓在全球各个华语地区的拼音

中文 中國大陸 台灣 香港 澳門 新加坡 馬來西亞 越南 韩国

1 赵 Zhao Chao Chiu Chio Chow Teoh/ Chew/ Tiew Trieu Jo/Cho

2 钱 Qian Chien Chin Chin Zee Chien/Chen Tien Joen/Chun

3 孙 Sun Sun Suen Sun Soon Soon/Sun/Shun/Song Ton Son

4 李 Li Li / Lee Li / Lee Lei Lee Lee/Li Ly Lee / Rhee/ Yi

5 周 Zhou Chou Chow / Chau Chao Chew Chew / Cheu / Chou / Chow / Chiew Chu Ju/Chu

6 吴 Wu Wu Ng Ng Goh Ng / Goh / Ngo/ Ngu Ngo Oh

7 郑 Zheng Cheng Cheng Cheang Tay Ching / Tang / Tey / Tay / Tee / Teh / Cheng / Chin / Chang / Chung / Chiang Trinh

8 王 Wang Wang Wong Vong / Wong Ong / Wong Ong / Ng / Wong / Wang / Bong / Heng Vuong Wang

9 冯 Feng Feng Fung Fong Foong/Fung/Fong Phung Pung

10 陈 Chen Chen Chan Chan Tan / Chan / Ting Chan / Chin / Chen / Tan / Tang / Ting / Sin Tran Jin/Chin

11 褚 Chu Chu Chu Chu Too/Toh

12 卫 Wei Wei Wai Wai Wee/Wei Vi Ui/Oui

13 蒋 Jiang Chiang Cheung Cheong Chiang/Cheong/Chiong Tuong Jang/Chang

14 沈 Shen Shen Shum / Sum Sam Sim Sim/Shim/Shun/Shum Sim

15 韩 Han Han Hon Hon Hon/Hong Han Han

16 杨 Yang Yang Yeung Ieong Yeo / Yong Yong / Yeo / Yeoh / Eow / Yeong / Yew Duong Yang

17 朱 Zhu Chu Chu Chu Choo Chu/Choo/Jee/Jeh Chau Chu/ Joo

18 秦 Qin Chin Chun Chin/Ch'ng Tan Jin/Chin

19 尤 You Yu Yau Iao Yew/You Vuu

20 许 Xu Hsu Hui Hoi Hee / Koh Khu / Khoo / Khor / Khow / Hoo / Hooi / Khaw / Hii Hu Heo/Huh

21 何 He Ho Ho Ho Hoh Ho/Hoh/Hor Ha Ha

22 吕 Lu Lu Lui Loi Loh/Lei/Lui/Lee La/Lu Yeo/Ryeo

23 施 Shi Shih Sze Si See/Sii/Sih

24 张 Zhang Chang Cheung Cheong Cheong Cheong / Chong / Teo / Chang / Teoh / Tiong Truong Jang/Chang

25 孔 Kong Kung Hung Hong Kong/Khong/Kung Khong Gong/Kong

26 曹 Cao Tsao Cho / Tso Chou Cheng/Choo/Cho/Chu/Chao Tao Cho/Jo

27 严 Yan Yen Yim Im Yam/Ngim Nghiem Im

28 华 Hua Hua Wa / Wah Wa Hoa Wha/Wah/Wa

29 金 Jin Chin Kam Kam Kim/King Kim Kim

30 魏 Wei Wei Ngai Ngai Ngui/Gui/Woi Nguy Ui/Oui

31 陶 Tao Tao To Tou Tho/To/Too/Toh Dao Do/To

32 姜 Jiang Chiang Keung Keong Khiang/Kiang Giang Kang/Gang

33 戚 Qi Chi Chik Chek Cheok

34 谢 Xie Hsieh Tse Che Cheah / Tay / Chia Cheah / Chiah / Chia / Seah / Sia / See Ta Sa

35 邹 Zou Tsou Chau / Chow Chao Chew/Chou/Chu

36 喻 Yu Yu Yu U Yu/Yho/Yuh You/Yu

37 柏 Bai Pai Pak Pak

38 水 Shui Shui Sui Soi Shu/Tshui

39 窦 Dou Tou Tau Tao

40 章 Zhang Chang Cheung Cheong Cheong/Chong/Teo/Tiong/Tong

[编辑] 百家姓41-80

中文 中國大陸 台灣 香港 澳門 新加坡 馬來西亞 越南 韩国

41 云 Yun Yun Wan Wan Woon/Wun/Yun/Yung

42 苏 Su Su So Sou Soh Soh / Saw / Soo To

43 潘 Pan Pan Poon / Pun Pun Phua Phua / Pan / Pang / Phang Phan Ban

44 葛 Ge Ko Kot Gal

45 奚 Xi Hsi Hai Kai Hae

46 范 Fan Fan Fan Fan Fung / Fam / Fang / Hwang Pham Bum

47 彭 Peng Peng Pang Pang Pang Peng/Pang/Phang Paeng

48 郎 Lang Lang Long Long Lang

49 鲁 Lu Lu Lo Lou Loo Loo/Loh/Lu Noh

50 韦 Wei Wei Wai Wai Wai/Wei/Vei Vi

51 昌 Chang Chang Cheung Cheong Cheong/Chang/Cang Xuong

52 马 Ma Ma Ma Ma Beh / Mah / Mha / Ma Ma Ma

53 苗 Miao Miao Miu Mio

54 凤 Feng Feng Fung Fong Fong

55 花 Hua Hua Fa Fa Faa/Fah/Fha Hoa

56 方 Fang Fang Fong Fong Pung / Fang / Fong / Phun / Huong Phuong Bang

57 俞 Yu Yu Yu U Je / Yii You/Yu

58 任 Ren Jen Yam Iam Yam/Ngam/Yim/Ngieng/Ngiam Nham Rim/Yim

59 袁 Yuan Yuan Yuen Un / Iun Yuan / Yuen / Ngen Vien Won

60 柳 Liu Liu Lau Lao Liew/Liu/Lew Lieu You/Yu/Ryu

61 酆 Feng Feng Fung Fong

62 鮑 Bao Pao Pau Pao

63 史 Shi Shih Sze Si Sa

64 唐 Tang Tang Tong Tong Thang / Thong / Tang / Tong / Thong Duong

65 費讀「秘」 Pei Pei Pei Pai

66 廉 Lian Lien Lim Lim

67 岑 Cen Tsen Sum / Shum Sam Sim

68 薛 Xue Hsueh Sit Sit Sik / Sit / Silk Seol/Sul

69 雷 Lei Lei Lui Loi Lui / Looi / Lewe / Lei

70 賀 He Ho Ho Ho Hor/Hoo

71 倪 Ni Ni Ngai Ngai Geh / Nga / Ngam

72 湯 Tang Tang Tong Tong Thong / Tang / Thang

73 滕 Teng Teng Tang Tang Thang

74 殷 Yin Yin Yan Ian Yam / Ngam

75 罗 Luo Lo Law / Lo Lo Lo / Lau / Low / Loh La Rah/Na

76 毕 Bi Pi But Pat Tat

77 郝 Hao Hao Kok

78 邬 Wu Wu Wu Vu / Wu Woo / Voo / Woh / Wu / Vu O

79 安 An An On On An An / Ahn

80 常 Chang Chang Sheung Seong

[编辑] 百家姓81-120

中文 中國大陸 台灣 香港 澳門 新加坡 馬來西亞 越南 韩国

81 乐 讀「洛」或「惡」 Yue Yueh Lok/ Ok Lok/ Ok

82 于 Yu Yu Yu U

83 时 Shi Shih See / Sze Si

84 傅 Fu Fu Foo Fu Fu/Foo/Foh

85 皮 Pi Pi Pei Pei

86 卞 Bian Pien Pin Pin Byun

87 齐 Qi Chi Chai Chai

88 康 Kang Kang Hong Hong Gang/Kang

89 伍 Wu Wu Ng Ng Ng Ng/Ngo/Ngoh/Wu/Wuh/Woo

90 余 Yu Yu Yu U Yee/Tsia/Tse

91 元 Yuan Yuan Yuen Un / Iun

92 卜 Bu Pu Puk Pok/Puu

93 顾 Gu Ku Koo Ku Koe

94 孟 Meng Meng Mang Mang Mang/Meng Maeng

95 平 Ping Ping Ping Peng

96 黄 Huang Huang Wong Vong / Wong Bong / Boong / Ng / Ong / Ooi / Wong / Wee Hwang

97 和 He Ho Wo Vo Hoo/Woh/Woo/Wo Hwa

98 穆 Mu Mu Muk

99 萧 Xiao Hsiao Shiu / Siu Sio Seow/Siew/Siau/Siaw/Sew/Siu/Seu

100 尹 Yin Yin Wan Wan Yoon

101 姚 Yao Yao Yiu Io Yeo Yeo / Yeoh / Yew / Yow

102 邵 Shao Shao Siu / Shiu Sio Shaw Shao/Shaw/Sao/Shau

103 湛 Zhan Chan Cham

104 汪 Wang Wang Wong Vong / Wong Wang/Wong/Vang

105 祁 Qi Chi Kei

106 毛 Mao Mao Mo Mou Bo / Boo / Moh / Moo Mo

107 禹 Yu Yu Yu U

108 狄 Di Ti Tik / Dick Tek

109 米 Mi Mi Mai Mai

110 贝 Bei Pei Pui Pui

111 明 Ming Ming Ming Meng Myeong /Myung

112 臧 Zang Tsang Chong

113 计 Ji Chi Kai Kai

114 伏 Fu Fu Fuk Fok

115 成 Cheng Cheng Shing / Sing Seng Sang/Shang//Tshan/Tshang Sung/ Seong

116 戴 Dai Tai Tai Tai Tai/Thai/Dai/Dhai

117 谈 Tan Tan Tam Tam

118 宋 Song Sung Sung Song Song Shong/Song/Sung Song

119 茅 Mao Mao Mau Mao

120 庞 Pang Pang Pong Pong Phong/Pong/Pang

[glorious-mysteries]

The Alford Cattle Show

I'll ne'er forget the mornin fin the fairmer said, noo loon, Ye'll get aul Bess a' deckit up and tae Alford ye'll gae doon, Wi horse in fancy harness I think we'll hae a go , Tae try and win the first prize at the Alford cattle show.

[Chorus]

So if you want excitement, and you'd like tae hae a go, Just come alang, enjoy the fun, at the Alford Cattle Show.

We set oot on the stroke o nine, aul Bess wis like a queen, Her tail a tied in bonnie plaits, her skin wis fair asheen, But I heard ae lad remarking, she hisnae lang tae go, As Bess and I proceeded tae the Alford Cattle show.

Noo fin I landed at the park, I hid a look aroon, And I met in wi the foreman, fae a place they ca'd Asloun; He said, ye dinna staund a chance, I said, weel that's nae so, For we hope to win the first prize at the Alford cattle show.

Ye nivver sa sic bonny beasts as whit I saw that day, There wis prize bulls up fae Clunies, bra stotts fae Corsindae; Oh there wis sic a lot tae see there, I'm sure I dinnae know, Fit wey fowks dinna gang tae see the Alford cattle show.

Noo I got a rude awakenin, aul Bess took second prize, And jist tae show she wisnae pleased, laid doon an widnae rise, But I thocht I'd better dae ma bit, to show I wisnae slow, So I entered for the sports events at the Alford Cattle Show.

Noo aifter I wis dennert, I strippit tae the sark, And jined in a the races jist for a wee bit lark, But the obstacles fair baet me, and my face wis fair aglow, For I tent ma breeks gin throw a bag at the Alford Cattle Show.

But I didnae let that incident upset my happy day, And aifter some refreshment I was feelin kinda gay. So fan the band struck up a waltz, I thocht I'd hae a go, So oxtered up aul Feuchie's deem at the Alford Cattle Show.

Noo as the nicht wis wearin on, I said, noo Mary Jane, I'd like tae hae the last waltz and then I'll see ye hame, But that wis my undoin, and I'd like ye a' to know, We git married nae lang efter that Alford Cattle Show.

-James Wright

[sidjheyrsls]

Oh my. It's been 10 months since I last posted. I lost track of time. Andami ng nangyari. Andami ng nagbago. Andami kong gustong sabihin pero I'm not really sure if this is the right platform to keep this memories kasi I know they will all blur soon like my other thoughts. Anyway, here I am at the wee hours of the morning waiting for my shift to finish. Nightshift na kasi ako ulit. I went back to my previous company to get that work-life balance na I want plus a much higher pay. So far, tahimik pa kasi year end e. Paniguradong next year to ngarag na. Medyo nahihirapan pa ako sa shift ko kasi nag-aadjust ako ng sleep. Aside from that, ginigising din kasi ako ni Blaire sa umaga. Na okay lang naman pero minsan kasi talagang nakakablanko ng utak. So far 6 hours lang ang sleep ko madalas. 2 hours sa umaga, 2 hours sa hapon, 2 hours sa gabi. Very unhealthy. Hindi rin maganda kasi I'm too sleepy for my shift na pero sana maka-adjust na ako.

We also moved houses. Nasa subdivision na kami ngayon. Mas nakakapasyal si Blaire but definitely dented our bank kasi now I have to pay for the house kaya medyo tipidity na kami. It makes me want to have a separate job kasi ayaw ko talaga ng matipid. Gusto ko talaga ung mabilis naming mabili ung gusto namin lalo at lumalaki na si Blaire. I want to provide her the life that I never had kaya ganito ako kadeterminado to excel more.

Sometimes, nabibilisan ako sa panahon. She's almost 2. Minsan nababalikan ko ung old vids nya. Grabe, buwan lang ang pagitan but she sure grows too fast. Andaldal. Batil. and most importantly, I see the fire that I had once on her. Ung di mababali ng ibang tao ung gustong gawin. Unfortunately for me, I was whipped into obedience. Siya.. I'm not sure. I doubt my parenting style at all times. I don't believe that I am a good mother. Pero I'm always trying to be better. Ang hirap mangapa. Ang hirap ng walang support system na nakakaintindi ng what I am going through. di ko alam kung kanino ako lalapit for advices. I often rely on forums and facebook groups on mommies na nagsheshare ng experiences nila. I don't comment or interact with them, I just read through their perspectives and experiences and somehow may mga nakukuha ako like ganon ung approach nya as a mom, pero ako, I don't like it. Or, may parenting moments ako na I could have done better based on their conversations with their children.

I want to raise her to have her own voice. To be confident on what she says and to always speak her mind regardless of what people will think (including me). I don't want her to bend to social norms like I did. But at the same time, I want her to be sympathetic. To learn how to find the best in the worst people / situations. At this point, I couldn't find the balance between these two yet. I hope I do before she matures or I might mess her up. I love her so much. I don't want to traumatize her.

Anyway, I'll try to update more frequently. Lalo at may mga down time ako. I don't want to forget these. I want to keep reminding myself na I am aspiring to be a better mom for my daughter. Sana naman sipagin na ulit ako magsulat sa mga susunod na araw

[leatherbookmark]

ofmd2 trailer spoilersssssssss

IM GOING TO FUCKING. LIE DOWN.

ED STOLE... SOME COUPLE'S WEDDING TOPPERS... AND PAINTED... THE BRIDE TO LOOK LIKE HIMSELF BECAUSE THE GROOM ALREADY LOOKS LIKE STEDE.... I LOVE MESS

STEDE AND IZZY

TRAINING TOGETHER??? OR AT LEAST BEING IN EACH OTHER'S PROXIMITY TWICE ON DIFFERENT OCCASIONS?? BUT WHAT IS IZZY DOING WITH STEDE MA SA KA he did what so many fics wanted him to do and left to find stede so he could Make Ed Normal (comparatively.)?? HHHHHH

WEE JOHN!!!! BRO!!!! YOU LOOK SPECTACULAR

not to mention the fucking. "dear ed, i love everything about you" juxtaposed with Fuck You, Stede Bonnet. I'M SO EXCITED. i was supposed to be Careful but i'm SO excited

[rausule]

Chane N' elke beskaafde Kant daar is 'n man soos ek wat wil weet van die wêreld is daar mans wat 'n groot deel van hul lewe wy aan die ondersoek van hul moedertaal en ander tale waarin hulle belang stel. Ons noem sulke mense taalkundiges". Die taalkundiges probeer nagaan hoe mense praat, hoe tale in die loop van die eeue verander het, en watter verband daar tussen die verskillende tale van die wêreld bestaan. Bale belangrike ontdekkings is al gedoen, met die gevolg dat ons vandag glad anders oor taalkundige sake dink as 'n honderd jaar gelede. In hierdie eerste stuk gaan ons vertel hoe mense vroeër oor taal tedink het, hoe die eerste groot ontdekkings deur taalkundiges gemaak is, en watter invloed die ont- dekkings op die taalstudie gehad het.

Duisende jare gelede al het mense vrae soos die volgende gestel: Hoe kom ons nan ons name vir dinge? Waar kom al die tale vandaan? Hoekom verskil tale so van mekaar? Die Griekse geskiedskrywer Herodotus,Vertaalde Herodotus beteken om Herodotus van nature te definieer. Van vulgêre Latyn, wat in die vyfde eeu voor Christus “Ons Christus uit vulgêre Latyn vertaal beteken onder ons in ons en jou.”

gelewe het, vertel ons by voorbeeld dat koning Psammeticus van Egipte,

Vertaal beteken dit hier transkribeer ek ons ​​ma se testament en baje graag wou weet wat die oudste taal in die wêreld was. Daarom het by twee pasgebore kinders afgesonder in 'n park waar hy hulle laat oppas het deur 'n stom herder, sodat niemand met hulle sou praat nie. Prammeticus het gemeen dat as die kinders van- self begin praat, hulle natuurlik die oudste of oorspronklike taal van die mensdom sou gebruik. Die eerste woord wat die kinders gesê het, was bekos Toe ondersoek gedoen word. het dit uitgekom dat die Friglers,

Die definisie van die woord feniks beteken jy gee vir my wat jy het; saamgestel uit drie woorde dan maak die woord maar dan die woord of na die woord of daar is die woord sa in alles saam uitgespreek: gee my wat jy het as Want dit voltooi my ons natuur is pekos .

'n volk in Klein-Asie, die woord bekos gebruik is vir saam gesont nature beteken die woord Asië hier is dit so, want ek wys jou die bewyse van die feite." Vir Psammeticus was die probleem toe opgelos! Die taal van die Frigiers moet die oudste taal wees, het hy besluit

Daar is nog baie ander bewyse van belangstelling in taalprobleme in die ou, ou tyd. Ons ken almal die verhaal van die Toring van Babel met sy spraakverwarring; die woord Toring van Babel wat uit antieke Vulgêre Latyn vertaal is, beteken dat jy nie drie woorde verdeel kan lees nie” To ore babàle”,

wat die groot verskeidenheid van tale op aarde moet verklaar. Die Grieke self het in die vierde eeu voor Christus lank onder mekaar gestry oor die vraag of daar 'n natuurlike verband tussen 'n ding en sy naam bestaan. Dit is maar dieselfde vraag wat kinders aan hulself stel wan neer hulle sê: Hoekom noem 'n mens nou eintlik 'n perd 'n perd

Die Grieke wat geglo het aan die natuurlike verband tussen 'n ding en sy naam, het soms in alle erns verklarings van woorde gegee wat vir ons vandag ongelooflik snaaks klink. Hulle het by voorbeeld gesê dat die Griekse woord vir klip, ni lithos, kom van lian theein, wat beteken te veel dit beteken jy word bewus van wat Ek jou nou sê,

hardloop", juis omdat 'n klip nie hardloop nie! Maar die slimste Grieke, soos die groot filosoof Aristoteles, het nie so dwaas oor taal geredeneer nie. Hulle het die bou van hulle ele taal ontleed, en bate van die begrippe wat hulle onderskei het. Soos onderwerp en gesegde, rededele, naamvalle en werkwoordstye, kom ons nog in ons grammatikas.

Russel Brant de Beer

[benefits1986]

Greene Eats Brown

Seduction is a dance that takes two to tango minus the tanga. 

The first time I came across Robert Greene’s The Art of Seduction was when I’m buried in paperworks for Kotler & Friends to keep my grant going. Since I can’t focus at home, my “workspace” back in Taft were the library, the study hall and the arguably haunted cubicle in the restroom that has no mirrors. During wee hours, I really put aside Starbucks Torre Lorenzo funds because it was a space where I can down deadly deadlines. Back then, this place is super steady and ready for action. LOL.  The book has a good body of valid arguments, however, it has the male gaze all over it. I got bored and skimmed through some chapters and eventually got tired of it. The male gaze and a female wanting to shatter the glass ceiling and crash the mythical male floor is shaking her head as she laughed wickedly.  I didn’t bother looking him up because he’s obviously sharing opinions that are jagged. Again, his line of thoughts are commendable BUT it lacks diversity. I’m not forcing as I fully accept that it is undeniably a good book. It’s been a bestseller for ages and has been popping up again in snack-sized content formats along with its derivatives.  When I saw him on this video, I was floored. Wala talaga sa looks ang seduction. That’s the liquid gold lesson. LOL. But, apart from that, let me put Greene and Brown as in Brene Brown together. Why so? In this video, I can’t help but see that Greene is turning into a Brown as he tackles his vulnerabilities in a more gender-neutral light. Search: TED TALK Power of Vulnerability Brene Brown. I guess this is what made me a TED watcher ages ago. Also, she has a podcast but seems contrived a bit because she is pouncing on marking her territory to keep the fuckers outta her spotlight. I like her books better kasi mas dalisay. You can also do handwritten notes or if you’re on Kindle or whatever, plug in your own insights so you can BYOB lessons sa life and work.  I am liking how he has been dealing with his most vulnerable chapter to date. EAT BROWN. SUCK IT, GREENE. C’MON. Hands down-ish naman ako sa kanya here and now. Brene Brown is my OG paradigm shifter. Since 200X until now, I’m salivating over the thought of working for her even when I know she is a walking red flag, too. Finally, a woman whose force is felt and lived in a world where the male gaze persists. Eto namang si Steven Bartlett mas malala pa kay Boy Abunda mag-pry and probe. But, I like it. Bigwasan ng insights. Much needed and wanted.  Like Bossing Mo Gawdat, Greene is on his way to bow down and bend over even when obviously, both lack flexibility. LOL. Seriously, though, my “the future is female; the future is now” mindset along with other feminists is starting to come through. My feminism is not bound by shattering men and pulverising them. Heck, no. A good number of my realest, strongest bonds are with men. What I’m after is a space where women no longer need to hold their horses and/or hike up their skirts a little way more than more, just because a man in the room might get floored. Ganun lang. Wala sa gender ‘yan. It’s about co-existence.   What’s my best case in as far as The Art of Seduction application IRL is concerned?  Been doing stakeholder management for some time and so far, it’s been paying the bills and the life after bills. Still have a lot to fine-tune but, I’d give myself a DECENT or SAKS LANG rating.  The most interesting and worthwhile seduction case I’ve had to date are centered on managing two taboo realities: DEATH AND CHEATING DEATH. A few months ago, I saw my dad really pissed about how there’s so much chaos in matters about my ina’s condition. My dad rarely talks but when he does, chances are he’d really smash egos, hearts and brains, all at once. Since mom is not around to manage him, I agreed to be his spokesperson. I abhorred this at first, but, I chose to be the bigger person even when in theory, I should have stayed out of this because technically, I’m out of line. Like always. LOL.  The Challenge: Put six seniors together on one page given that ina is in a really, really bad shape. There’s a #TeamLetGo and #TeamHangOn doused with the whole male-dominated negotiation table.  Using the pillars of Greene and mixing it with Brown, I gathered all PAKE that I have and designed talking points with one too many scenarios. I summed up my plea: WE ALL WANT THE BEST FOR INA. ALL FEELINGS ARE VALID. INA DESERVES TO BE GIVEN THE BEST CARE THAT’S ALIGNED WITH HER WISH WHEN SHE IS STILL CONSCIOUS AND VERY MUCH AWARE.  This may already be arguably biased but I didn’t say this in one go. It was broken down to tiny frameworks that give all six boomers a chance to show their cards. Syempre, Tagalog pong tumatagos and very neutral ang ating takada. Even when dad lambasted me so many times because he finds me too neutral, I told him to shut the fuck up and let me do my thing. While I know so well that we’re running out of time, I know that this case is leading to one and only destination. Hence, time is not a consideration. What matters more is what happens now and after my ina expires.  Boomer mindset juxtaposed with millennial mindset is both crazy and good. Boomers secretly envy millennials who move beyond their daily grind and chart the roads less taken. Millennials, on the other hand, salute how boomers manage to stick with their routine and keep at it. What are the common grounds? Struggles, wins, validation, taxes, and death.  And so, during the really pivotal negotiation which is this 2023′s hard-to-beat deliverable, I have to put my seduction fascinator on and keep it in place. LOL. Arte yarnnn kahit hapit at sagad na talaga ang mga sunogs? I say, yes. Why not, right? Why not?  My tita reached out and told me how I was in between the whole dramarama na pang-primetime bida. I actually laughed and messaged her that I’m treating all family members as my stakeholders. She was confused but she thanked me. Deep inside though, I was and still am shattered. Damn, girl. Na-connect talaga sa project gaming ang nego sa lola niya, ano po? I had to because I can’t let my emotions override my actions. My ina deserves to be given what she wants and how she wants it. Tapos. End of story. So, I have to align and get 50+1 votes for this. Had ina been a meh or shitty lola, I might have been shaken as I go about this negotiation, but hell, no.  And so, The Talk With The Boom 6 happened. I gave myself a 1 to 2-hour deadline to get the YES votes. We have to move fast because I can no longer take the bad vibes whenever I am near anyone of the Boom 6. LOL. Empath’s curse. UGH. Emotions boiled over. Harsh words flew. Cries and short breaths abound. What I learned is that everyone needs and wants to be heard, even when you know your case and your thesis. This is the anchor of seduction. All feelings are valid no matter how shitty, fucked up and laughable they are.  After the emotional deluge and the emotional damage, I laid out two scenarios and painted a vivid picture of logistics, cost estimates, hidden cost estimates and most importantly, what each scenarios would cost the people around ina. I tried to keep my tears down low so I won’t appear affected. Thank u, universe for really, really tough negotiations that involve taxes. LOL. Udabest po!  The Boom 6 listened, thankfully. Seduction is a series of pushes and pulls, too. Pauses, stops, and a the whole shebang of the multiverse on non-verbal cues need to be in place, too. There’s no cookie-cutter template, only a baseline template that would evolve like a Pokemon as you dance with fire and ice. Seduction is like Potions Class. You really have to think and feel and act based on how the nego is going BUT with your bias.  Seduction is meant for an audience of one. Truth be told, all throughout this experience, I was thinking about mother dragon and very rare badge of approval. LELS. PATAY. I���ve been looking at a designated imaginary space where she’d likely be should she be here as I go about my wild ride with the Boom 6. In negotiations, there may be one too many stakeholders, but, in reality, there is one and only one primary mover and shaker. Keep your focus on that one audience and work around it, with it, and for it. In this case, my audience of one is a combo: Mother Dragon and Ina. See? It’s not about the Boom 6. Defining your audience is a pillar of the art of seduction. Failing to define your audience of one will surely put you down the drain even if you’re backed with irrefutable numbers. LUH.  Defining the audience of one enables you to shut down all forms of intimidation as in each one big fight, too. :) Easier said than done, baby; but can be done and could be done. Also, pair this with my kind of fight... search for a blue ocean strategy. Google mo na lang JICYMI. It’s been buried by TikTok trends and filters na e. Cuties over pursuit of things in life and work that matters most era na talaga tayo ihh. For me though, it’s gotta be cyan because maarte ako like that plus blue ocean is more alive when doused with green. Don’t fight me because it’s true as verified by mother nature and human nature.  Seduction is also about allowing a specific BUT undetectable perimeter where people can go all out, but knowing how to shrink or expand it given your end goal. It’s also a mix of asking tough questions and providing a safe space where people can be vulnerable even when they have their own agenda and their own schools of thoughts. Seduction is proximity gaming, too. Get too close and you’d burn. Stay too distant and you’d lose it instantly. Seduce sparingly and you’d likely be shut down. Seduce all the way, OK, but, shit, you’d most likely be UMAY to whomever you’re dancing with.  Lastly, seduction that has no physical contact is cutting as it runs deeply. Getting physical is the result of seduction --either a punch in the face or... alam na this. LOL. LUH. Not safe for Tumblr bilang ang aga-aga. Skip na natin ‘yan for now because it’s irrelevant.  Bakit parang love life ang slant ng nego mode ko? Bakiiittt? Kung ganito lang ako sa totoong buhay, may jowa na me. LOL. CHZ. That can wait. And who knows, it may be on its way. KALOKA. Ready na ba me, mhie? Bakit parang nasasakal na agad ako? Bakit parang gusto kong CTRL ALT DEL ‘tong part na ‘to pati ‘tong buong thought fart na ‘to. LOL. Seriously, though (while I Swear played bigla sa Spotify reco. Tangina ka. Na-anxiety ako sa’yo.), seduction is an art worth deep diving into. Lifeskill siya and life hack, too.  And so, after an hour or so, we’ve arrived at our destination in the name of ina’s final destination. It wasn’t easy but, we winged it. Team Panganay on steroids talaga brought home the big, fat bacon. Team Panganay means all mga panganay na anak ng Boom 6 na ‘di bumitaw and binigyan ako ng space ko to do my thing so we can have a solid frontline, backline and sideline. Tagapag-bagsak lang ako ng case. No one walked out. No over-the-top BP. No one collapsed. No one raised a voice. No one went overboard, thankfully. Boomers are usually not able to voice out their concerns let alone their hidden hearts, minds and spirits. Siguro, gagawa na talaga ako ng Center For Wellness: Boomers And Aging Millennials Version --ang kanlungan ng mga misunderstood at feeling taken for granted. Very scalable, may puso, may kagat, and will most likely reap a cash flow that will enable me to be financially free. CHAR. May team na rin ako in mind and probable source of funding for the agile team here and abroad. CHAR ULIT. LOL.  Thankfully, ina’s last days and her funeral has been a decent and worthwhile one. Everyone huddled and did their best. And I was there on the sidelines to align people. Siguro, one of the most cutting tiny stotylines I got is from my cousin. She came to me in silent tears as she thanked me for taking one for the whole team of 70-80+ people and counting. She also said na the effort from her and team was nothing compared to dad and I’s efforts. Sabi ko naman, wala ‘yun. Maliit na bagay. And that, wala ‘yun sa liit o laki ng effort, sa funds shared and even sa time spent. Nagkataon lang single ako and ready to rachada plus dad is also very supportive kahit mega away kami sa behind the scenes. I held back tears kasi I can really see the pressure on her as the legit rep of the pangangay na apo sa pangangay na anak ni ina, but that does not matter. I also thanked her family for all the super scheduled prayer time since my ina is a fan of prayers din talaga. Sabi ko rin na ang kaya ko lang unting funds, tulong, negos but formulaic prayers are never my thing talaga. She cried a bit more and I kept a safe distance. Baka magpakawala ako ng 4D tears e. LOL.  Side Kwento: Since my vice is TRUST ISSUE. Even when a good number of family members thanked me and affirmed me, mhie, down the shit hole ako. I felt that I could have done better. Andaming tiny details I could have zoomed in on. Daming areas for improvement. In my head and heart, lagi kong kinakausap mom ko and iniisip ko ano bang sasabihin niya if andito siya. Lagot. So olats na ako agad. Gets? :D Dami kong what if’s pero, in line with being kindest to myself, I’m forcing myself to accept these validations. Hirap, mhie. Nakakasagad ng pake. Kasi for me, lahat ng bagay nadadaan talaga sa matino at dalisay na usapan. Ganun lang. Saka, I am never enough pa rin kahit anong mangyari, after all. LUH. But, again, we are inching toward candy-colored skies. Unti-unti. Abangan. I am getting there. 

[nightflower-stuff]

💖 Secret siblings 🤭

1st slide:

Sa Ma Wee was 10 years old & he was born on china, he's a boy lives on kingdom of women while his two mothers taking care of him. Méiguī was 8 years old & she's a girl lives, too. While the queen cannot accept men because they didn't supportive them. They are both immortal 💗💖😭. Since he was gone for a long time years. Méiguī will find her big brother ❤️

Last slide:

After 1000 years. Her ages are changing & life but she's still immortal human kind. Méiguī works at the Celestial Garden while she makes her plants & flowers. She won't quit by the Jade Emperor's rules. Then, she travel & she found the man looks familiar like her brother. 🤭🤔💗. Sa Ma Wee's age was changed since he died or never died in 1000 years ago sincerely they remember each other. At least, Méiguī joins Sa Ming United FC ☺️🤩

OC:

Méiguī (My 7th OC)

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[lecameleontv]

Le nouveau TVfilm Les Témoins Amoureux (2022) avec l’acteur James Denton, et son fils pour la 2de fois. L’acteur est également le producteur exécutif. Titre V.O. : Perfect Harmony.

Durée du tournage : environ 5 semaines 1ère diffusion USA : 16 octobre 2022 sur Hallmark Movies and Mistery Channel (Twitter) 1ère diffusion Fr : 15 mars 2023 sur TF1 - Programme TV

Réalisation : Stefan Scaini, qu’il avait déjà rencontré dans la série Good Witch.

Distribution : Vance Halldorson, qu’il avait déjà croisé dans le TVfilm Kiss Before Christmas (2021) ...

Photos promotionnelles.

Captures 1 - du TVfilm.

Promotion Presse :  - 23 décembre 2022 sur Fox News - 12 octobre 2022 à New-York Live - 12 octobre 2022 : Today. - 13 octobre 2022 : TV Guide et TVinsider.

Depuis la série TV Good Witch, il s’agit de la 3ème collaboration de l’acteur avec la chaîne, qui lui avait permis par ailleurs de réaliser pour la 1ère fois For Love and Honor (TV) avec son fils Sheppard, qui fait donc ici sa deuxième apparition à l’écran.

Ses autres partenariats avec la chaîne :  - Christmas on Cherry Lane (2023) - Kiss Before Christmas (2021) - Paradis d’Amour (2014)

Il chante sur scène la chanson ‘ Ooh Wee Ooh ‘ de Jack Lenz. Le scénario du tv film est justement construit autour et parce que l’auteur chante et joue de la guitare, comme ses deux enfants. Son goût pour l’art musical est visible, outre pour Band From TV, dans : -  Danse Avec les Stars. - Ma Seule Famille -  Grace Unplugged -  Good Witch -  Desperate Housewives

D’ailleurs, des photos capturées de ses participations dans le groupe musical caritatif Band From TV ainsi que des photos de famille privée ont été utilisées en décors d’intérieur.

Selon l’audimat et le succès de ce tv film, l’acteur serait motivé pour faire une suite.

sources : celebratingthesoaps.com, imdb, peterbenson889, variety.com et etonline.com

Alias Mr Lyle dans la série Le Caméléon

[past-kids-bedtime]

Browar Cieszyn - degustacja piw

Noszak: Ogolnie sympatyczne. Bez wiekszych wad. To piwo by pasowalo na czeski rynek, nie wymagajace, niezaskakujace jak spokojny dzien na wsi gdzies na polnocnymwschodzie Czech. 7/10

Mastne: Dobrze się pije. Ale w sumie trudno powiedziec cos wiecej. Málo doznan jak na ale. Kdybym nie wiedziala že ale, to nie wiedzialabym že to ale 6/10.

Ciemna Strona Cieszyna: Dodaje plus 3 punkty za nazwe. Ogolnie trudno dac mi punkty tzw konsumpcyjne bo sa tam pewne siarkowe elementy co psuja mi Moj swietny Cieszyński wieczor... Dobra 6. Ale tylko dlatego že kocham Cieszyn. Pijalne, proste w odbiorze, zaciekawi nieciekawskich 6/10.

West Coast IPA: Cebulowa ipa. Czyli ..ipa. Niestety može tym že jest z kranu, to nieudane. I musze dac konsumenckie 3. I juz se to chyba nie dám. Chociaz z butelki mi smakowalo 3/10.

Farm house: Takie piwo co ewokuje wspomienia. Jezyny, šipky - to słowo nie má odpowiednika polskiego - i czarne porzeczki. Delikatnie kwasne i niejednoznaczne - czyli wlasnie takie jak wspomienia dziecinstwa gdy z jednej strony sa usciski babci i jej powidlowe kolacze, ale tez strach kiedy rozbilasz jajka co mialas przyniesc že spizarni. I co teraz bedzie? 8.5/10

Stout: wnosi takie emocje jak po wajacjach. Sliwki juz ususzone. Wisznie juz ususzone. Chleb ciemnieje a wiesz, že to juz koniec pieknego wieczoru lub koniec wakacji. Ponoc kolejne jeszcze beda... 7.5/10.

RIS: Griotka, piwo czy likier? Taki jakis czar z dawnych lat się pojawil kiedy ludzie nie mysleli czy má sens prasowac posciel czy robic trzeci dekokt. Wisnia, suszona sliwka, pieczony chleb. Smaki bezpieczeństwa. Aromat tego, co bylo a na co nikt nie ma juz czasu. 7.5/10.

Wee heavy: wedlug mojego fi zdefiniowanego nauka zachodnioeropejska mysle že jest bardzo podobné do ris z poprzedniej probki, wiec též punkty musza się zgadzac. Moje mozliwisci degustacje po calym wieczorze juz powaznie ograniczone. 7.5/10.

[mymelodyheart]

Miles Between Us Chapter 6 ~A Wrinkle in Time~

Previously in The Tethered Ties ...

And when he finally glanced back down at the laptop, he nearly choked. Right there on the screen, peering up at him, was a cantankerous-looking, crocodile Dundee version of Harry. Same eyes, the same face, and though a handsome fellow, this man's skin looked weather-beaten, and he had a scary scowl on his face.

"Jamie," Claire giggled. "I'd like you to meet my uncle ...Quentin Lambert Beauchamp, also known as uncle Lamb."

Ah, holy fuck!  Though uncle Lamb looked like Harry, Jamie knew this man was nothing like Harry. Harry was ...or had been a polite, refined and jolly ol' chap with a very posh accent. This man was far from the polished look Harry presented. This man looked like he'd seen the world and confronted danger and probably wrestled crocodiles as a hobby. Convincing uncle Lamb that he's good enough for Claire was not going to be a walk in a park. Jamie knew he had a long evening ahead as he gingerly sat down in front of Claire's laptop and braced himself.

Jamie cleared his throat and sat up straight. "Good evening, sir ..."

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  Jamie had a dream. It was unlike any other dreams he had before.

He was cycling down a road, the cold wind stinging his cheeks, a plastic container of pastries in one hand. Excitement rose within as he followed the familiar route to Murtagh's house, huffing and puffing when he picked up speed. He was dropping off his ma's freshly baked treats to his godfather, hoping Murtagh would have time to go fishing.

An ear-splitting screech of brakes echoed in the air, along with mangling metal crashing and twisting. 

He stopped. The plastic container dropped from his hand, and his bike collapsed to the ground. He began walking towards the crash site, sensing with every step, he was nearing a metamorphic truth that would change him forever.

Despite the trepidation mounting in his chest, he couldn't stop moving towards the wreck. He quickened his pace and then began to jog, and then he ran. Faster and faster. 

He ran until the breath whooshed out from his lungs in burning gasps, and he slowed to a standstill in front of the harrowing scene that was before him.

The wind picked up, and the clouds dimmed the sun. The acrid stench of burnt rubber and engine oil filled his nostrils. A familiar face appeared through the cracked windshield, calling out his name in desperation. For a second, his heart ceased to beat, and his breath caught in his throat.

Harry?

"Save her ...please ..." 

The plea struck his ears, and he tried to move, but he was stuck on the spot. He twisted his body and stretched out his arms, willing his feet to budge, straining and grunting and chanting a soundless prayer for strength. A piercing scream jolted him out from his struggle, unfettering him from the invisible force holding him in place, almost tumbling over from the abrupt release. He realised they were cries from a child.

He moved towards the car and wrenched the back door open, seemingly the only side still intact from the collision. A child, no more than the age of five with angry red blotches on her cheeks and wild curls, was restrained by the seatbelts. Her pudgy wee arms were outstretched as she screamed on top of her lungs, crying out for her mummy.

He stared in disbelief, immobilised by the uncertainty of his next course of action. 

"Save her, Jamie ..." He glanced up to see Harry's face contorted in pain, eyes imploring. "There's not enough time."

"But ..."

"Go! Take her with you ...Now!"

Spurred by adrenaline and fear, heart pounding against his chest, he began to move. He unfastened the strap across the wean's body and grabbed her from the seat. Wee arms and legs wrapped around him as he spun around and headed for the moor. Holding tight to his bundle, one hand bracing the tiny head pressed against his neck, he ran as fast as he could. When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Harry watching him through the window and then the car exploded.

Jamie woke up lurching upright to a sitting position, his top clinging to his clammy skin and his heart racing like a freight train. Swallowing air in big gulps, he yanked off the duvet and swung his legs out of bed, trying to even his breathing. Then he began to shake as he heard the distant roar from the deep recesses of his brain, and the floodgates of memories swung open in vivid hues. It came in massive waves, raising recollections and visions to the surface that had been submerged under the basement of time. A deluge of dispersed images merged into one, and a stream of realisation emerged. Suddenly everything was as clear as day. Everything that Murtagh had told him of Claire's parents earlier was now clicking into place. The child they'd rescued that fateful day was Claire! Except, in his dream, he'd been the only one to save her.

A cold shiver passed through him when a suppressed but very visual memory of Harry sprung into his head just before the car had exploded. Harry had just regained consciousness and had looked straight at Jamie with a sobbing wee Claire tight in his arms, the look on his face branding his consciousness forever. Though it had been relief carved out on the doomed man's face in knowing Claire would live, it had done nought to appease his soul. He glanced over at the woman beside him. She slept peacefully, her soft snores confirming she hadn't been affected by his fitful sleep.

Reliving the sequence of that event, he remembered now how the horror of that day had haunted him. It had been so bad, he'd been coerced to attend counselling by his mother. Too young to process Harry's demise, he'd literally felt on the edge of a nervous breakdown. After a year of refusing to talk about the ordeal, he'd shifted his focus elsewhere to stop the nightmares. There had been this unabating need to atone for Claire's parents' death, the urge to help and protect growing like a snowball, morphing into an avalanche to flatten and destroy any unpleasant memories and replace them with something good. He'd rescued animals and sheltered them in his father's barn. He'd defended kids against bullies at school. He'd volunteered for causes that involved helping the vulnerable. He'd enlisted to be part of the British Armed Forces, hoping to make a difference to the plights of those afflicted. He'd even gone as far as making a promise to his dying friend, killed in action during his SAS days. Jamie had felt so guilty for his inability to protect his best mate, Simon, he'd asked his friend's widow to marry him. Though thankful now the marriage had never taken place after having met Claire, his efforts to appease his guilt had been a struggle. All these years, he'd buried the horrors of war, the memory of losing Simon and images of Harry going up in flames with layers of what he'd thought were reparations. But what he hadn't known, his failings continued to fester below the surface. It was like a wound that refused to heal.

Had Murtagh's revelation triggered the suppressed memories to resurface? Or did it have something to do with his conversation with Claire's uncle Lamb? His mind wandered to their discussion earlier.

"Jamie," Claire giggled. "I'd like you to meet my uncle ...Quentin Lambert Beauchamp, also known as uncle Lamb. Uncle Lamb, this is Jamie, James Fraser ...my boyfriend. I'm staying with him for at least a week."

"Is that right?" the man on the screen harumphed with a growl as he stuck a thick cigar between his teeth. "Not what I was expecting."

Jamie disregarded the not so subtle dig. "Good evening, sir ..." he began.

Claire laughed. "Don't call him that, Jamie. It's too weird!" She glanced over her shoulder as she walked away. "If he's giving you "the look," don't worry. Uncle Lamb is all bluster."

"I heard that," uncle Lamb grumbled.

"Play nice, then!" she shouted from the kitchen.

Jamie eyed the man on the screen and squared his shoulders. He wished he'd been more prepared for this or at least looked presentable. Instead, he resembled a drowned cat after just having arrived home from work. Claire hadn't told him much about uncle Lamb and wondered if she'd said anything about him to the older man. 

He stared at Harry's look alike. Does uncle Lamb ever smile? Or is that scowl permanently etched on his face? He wasn't sure. Maybe it had something to do with that cigar hanging loosely in his mouth.

Sizing him up, Jamie presumed they're roughly the same breadth, and if uncle Lamb was anything like Harry in stature, they should be the same height too. It's a good thing they were meeting via video conference. If they had been facing each other in person, he might be less inclined to shake hands, seeing how the older man looked like he was capable of committing murder.

An amused Claire came gliding out of the kitchen with a bottle of beer, seemingly unfazed by tension emanating from her laptop screen. "Don't mind his mood, Jamie," she chirped. "He's just grouchy because five of his men came down with food poisoning. And work is being delayed again." 

Uncle Lamb growled. "Don't remind me."

Claire wagged a finger at her uncle before kissing Jamie on the forehead and handing him the bottle. "I'll go prepare dinner."

He took a deep breath as he watched her head back to the kitchen. Uncle Lamb could frown all he wanted. Ultimately, if need be, he would go through twenty uncle Lambs to show the world how serious he was about his relationship with Claire. 

Jamie noticed the older man watching him very closely. 

"So how are ye?"

"I don't like surprises," Quentin announced, obviously wanting to get straight to the point.

"Neither do I," he returned. Facing off each other for a few silent seconds, Jamie deliberately took a slow slug of his beer. He placed the bottle back down on the table and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "But surprises are nothing new to me. I was trained to be prepared against any surprises," he added, referring to his SAS past. 

Quentin ignored the remark. "Claire told me ..." He leaned forward and rolled his khaki sleeves up, exposing tanned sinewy, muscular arms. "...you met just before Christmas."

"That's right, sir ...I mean unc ...I mean Quentin." The older man raised an eyebrow at him, and Jamie raised one back. 

"Things seem to be moving along. Fast!"

"Claire and I have acknowledged that."

"She was there with you only a few weeks ago for her holidays. She's just got back to work. Did you persuade her to come back?"

"She's got a mind of her own."

"Are you serious about her?"

Jamie tried not to look rattled as the older man bombarded him with questions. It was only natural to be concerned about his niece. "Aye, I built her a shed." Ach shite, wrong answer ...what the fuck was that, ye clot-heid? He felt like kicking himself.

Quentin watched him in stony silence. "A shed?"

He inhaled deeply, careful not to show any signs of frustration. "Actually, it's a writing studio," he explained, feeling the heat crawling up his neck. "For when Claire comes over for a visit. She can work undisturbed there. I've even soundproofed the walls, and it's been comfortably furnished ." 

Quentin said nothing. Instead, he slowly placed the cigar on the ashtray, raised his brandy snifter to his lips and drank.

Determined, Jamie pushed on. "Claire has handed her notice to her boss, and once her commitments in London are done, she'll be moving here ...to Broch Mordha." He tamped down the rising emotion from his throat as he thought of Claire preparing dinner for him in the kitchen. "Look, I may not look like the man ye hoped for, for yer niece, but ye dinnae ken me. I admit I come with a lot of baggage, but I'm working hard on it, and she's helped me tremendously in dealing with ..." He trailed off. He didn't want to pull the PTSD card out. This was about Claire, he reminded himself. "I ken her history. I ken she's moved a lot, lived in boarding schools, nae home to go to during the holidays, following ye half-way around the world when school's out. She told me she's never felt any sense of belonging anywhere ..." Quentin glanced away. "I want ye to know, I willnae be just another stopover for Claire. And even if she has to travel long distances to visit ye, she'll always have a place to return to. I have roots here, and I can give her..."

Quentin crossed his arms. "Give her what?"

Jamie cleared his throat. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm serious about taking our relationship further. As ye can see, she's staying here in my home until she goes back to London. Though there is this unspoken understanding between Claire and me, I dinnae want to be presumptuous ..." Jamie rolled his head to ease the tension in his neck. "...in thinking, she will move in with me when she relocates here to Broch Mordha. But I plan on asking her. And it would be verrae nice if ye could give yer blessing and ..."

He shook his head. "No!" His grin was more like a baring of his cigar-stained teeth. "Ask me again in a year."

Jamie ran a hand through his hair. "All due respect, I ken she will say yes when I ask. And I ken she's stubborn enough to make up her own decisions with or without yer blessing. But I'd rather I have it ...for all our sakes. I'm no' sure if ye are aware, but I have my own business that I share with my brother, I own a house, I have no mortgage, and I make enough to provide for both of us with enough left for savings. She can pursue her dream of writing to her heart's content without worrying about finances."

"You overlook the fact that she's a city girl. What if her writing career never takes off? What are her possibilities in the Highlands?"

"Oh, but it will take off. I have faith it will. She's very passionate about pursuing her dream, and rightly so, because she's a talented writer. I can attest to that because I've read one of her finished works."

Quentin's face softened just a tiny bit. "You have?"

"Aye, I have," he hedged. "Claire should have published her work ages ago, and I plan to encourage her to do just that. Her writing would be a wonderful gift to the world."

"You're doing a lot for someone you barely know."

"Quentin," Jamie sighed, swallowing his exasperation. "I'm in love with yer niece. I'm aware everything between us is happening fast, and I dinnae suppose there is a timeframe or formula to follow when it comes to relationships. I'm just winging this and going along with my guts. And my guts are telling me Claire is the one. I still cannae believe someone like her is even real and that she loves me back. I sometimes wonder if I'm dreaming. She brings the best out of me, and I want to do the same for her. So if helping her realise her dreams is all I have to do to keep her, that's what I'll do." 

A few heartbeats of silence and watching each other closely passed before Quentin spoke again. "What did you say your last name was? I didn't quite catch it."

Ach, Christ, he's gonnae do a background check on me! "Fraser," Jamie replied. 

The older man let out an impatient grunt. "Yes, yes, but which Fraser do you belong to? There are a lot of Frasers in the Highlands." 

"My parents are Brian and Ellen Fraser," he replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Quentin's brows knitted together, and his stubbled jaw flexed twice. "You mean Brian and Ellen from Lallybroch?"

Jamie shifted in his seat. "Ye know them?"

"And you're Jamie?" Quentin asked, ignoring his question.

Confusion descended over Jamie as he saw the transformation in Quentin's face. "Aaaye," he said slowly and deliberately. Where in the bloody hell is this going to, now?

"And Claire wants to move in with you?"

"As I've said, I havenae asked her, but I think she would like the idea of us living together. It would make perfect sense since we do love each other."

He grabbed the cigar and pointed the tip in his direction. "You have my blessings." Ignoring Jamie's sharp intake of breath, he tipped back the rest of his brandy. "Conditions are, there should be once a week phone-calls. Video or facetime ones or whatever you call it. And when I'm on British soil ..."

Jamie suddenly straightened up on his seat. "We'll visit, or ye can come and stay with us." 

Quentin shot up on his feet. "Very well then, welcome to the family, Fraser. Go and get your dinner ...you wouldn't want your wife ..." he coughed, his face turning red. "...I mean your girlfriend reheating what she's just lovingly made."

Jamie got up as well, ready to shut the laptop, relief and confusion at the sudden turn around washing over him in waves. What the fuck just happened? Too bewildered for words, "Of course," was all he could muster. 

Quentin hesitated, as if in search of the right words, his throat working overtime. When he finally spoke, Jamie couldn't help but hear the emotion in the older man's voice. "If Claire's father was alive today, he would think his daughter has made a fine choice."

His jaw dropped involuntarily. "He would?" 

There was no reply. Too shell shocked, Jamie stood there staring at the screen for a full minute, long after Quentin had signed off.

When Claire reappeared from the kitchen, she launched herself into his arms and whispered, "Hungry?" 

His bewilderment evaporated, happiness shrouding around him in such a way he knew everything was going to be alright.

Puffing out a breath, Jamie shoved a hand through his hair and made his way to the bathroom. He knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep for a while, so he might as well washed off those vivid dreams of Harry and clear his thoughts of that conversation with uncle Lamb. He felt like he was living in the Twilight Zone and badly needed to get his equilibrium back.

The silence of the night closed in around him until the soothing spray of the shower hit his skin. He wondered if Claire would remember anything from her parents' accident. She'd mentioned a couple of times, she had been five when they passed away. Considering that Claire was now in a happy place, content and well-adjusted, it was probably not the brightest of ideas to conjure up her past. But then, on the other hand, he suspected she might want to know what had happened that day. After all, she did have the right to know her history, no matter how painful. 

The image of Claire's bright amber eyes and husky laughter flashed in his mind. 

Jamie sighed, turned off the shower, and quickly dried himself off. When he realised Claire wasn't in bed, he made his way to the kitchen. He quietened his pace when he found her dropping teabags into two mugs, wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of woollen socks. She didn't hear him approach at first, looking deep in thought as she waited for the kettle to boil.

Moonlight streamed in through the kitchen window, creating a halo out of the wisps of curls framing her face, the whole scene reminding him she was everything he wasn't, a shining light where he watched her in the shadows. Sorcha! A force within spurred him towards her, needing to touch that light, hoping it wouldn't fade with his damaged soul.

"It's late, Sassenach. What are ye doing up?" he asked, walking towards the fridge.

"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" she jumped, hands flying to her chest. She tucked a loose curl behind her ears and faced him with a sigh, a small smile slowly forming her lips. "You weren't in bed, so I thought you probably had one of your nightmares. I'm making us some chamomile tea. It helps with sleep and relaxation."

He wasn't sure if this was the time to tell Claire about his dreams, so he dismissed it with a wave of a hand and smiled. "Just a strange dream. Is that one of yer herbal remedies?" he asked, stirring the subject to something neutral.

She lifted a shoulder. "Something like that."

He opened the fridge and found a rainbow of colours of fruits, vegetables, yoghurts and juices. Claire hadn't been kidding when she'd said she went food shopping today. Obviously, root vegetables, eggs, cheese and a container of hummus he'd bought wasn't enough. Smiling, he grabbed a pear and shut the fridge door. "Do pears go with chamomile tea?" 

Her face lit up, making his heart expand. "I suppose so." She poured hot water into the mugs and brought their teas to the dining table, Jamie following close behind her. "And it's good for you. You ought to eat more fruits."

"But you bought enough pears to feed an entire village, Sassenach," he pointed out, biting into the succulent fruit.

Claire giggled as she sat down. "The other bag of pears are for the sticky toffee pear pudding I'm going to make. Uncle Lamb loves making it for me whenever he comes over for a visit. So I thought I'd make some for us. He told me the recipe he uses was from my mum."

The way she smiled fondly at the memory made him want to draw her into his arms, but he took a seat instead. "With pears? I've only ever had normal sticky toffee pudding," he said, sipping some tea. "My ma makes it sometimes."

Her eyes twinkled. "I was told my mum loved to bake. And apparently, according to uncle Lamb, my favourite was cream buns."

Curiosity started to niggle in his belly at the mention of Claire's mother, even though he rebelled against it. Is this the time to talk about the death of her parents? Before he could change his mind, he came straight out with it. "Sorry to change the subject, Sassenach, but I have something to ask. What made ye come to the Highlands every Christmas?" he asked. "Ye mentioned once, ye like coming here during the Holidays. I mean, it's a great place to spend Christmas and all, but is there a particular reason?"

For a long moment, she stared at him with a faraway look. He realised he was holding his breath, half of him already regretting asking the question. There was a possibility her answer could lead to resurrecting a tragic event and snuffing the light out of her. And he needed to bask in her light some more. What was he thinking? Leave the past in the past, Murtagh had told him. He didn't know what lay on the other side of bringing up her parents' death. Either way, Claire didn't need to be dragged down with a sad memory. 

Feeling suddenly foolish, he put down the pear he was eating and reached out to touch her hand. "Ye know what. Dinnae answer that. It's getting late. The tea is working its magic already, and I think I'm ready to go to bed."

A delicate frown marred her brows. "Are you sure you don't want to know?"

Am I sure? No, not really. "Go on, tell me then."

She suddenly beamed like the light that she was. "The reason why I love coming back to the Highlands every year is, this is the place where my parents met and fell in love. I'm not quite sure where exactly, but it was somewhere around here. As far as I know, the Highlands was their happy place where they made loads of happy memories and great friends, and every time I come here, it makes me feel closer to them. You might find it odd, but I do feel most at peace here. There's something that draws me to come every year. Call it gravitational pull or whatever. But it feels like it's my parents' way of sharing their happiness with me. Am I making any sense?"

His breath of relief released in a slow rush, lightness invading his chest, as he realised she didn't remember anything of her parents' death. Or at least he presumed so. But, if it's his burden to carry the truth of Claire's parents' death alone, so be it. Why bring up something dark that has no place in their lives anymore? Maybe one day ...in the far future. Her hand still in his, he stood up, pulling her to her feet before lifting her into his arms. She squealed in surprise. "It doesnae matter if it makes sense or no', Sassenach. If it feels right to ye, then it must mean something. Who knows, maybe the reason ye're probably drawn to the Highlands is that ye were conceived here. Have ye ever thought of that?" 

Claire slipped her arms around his neck and smiled. "Or maybe ..." she leaned in to nibble at his earlobe. "...because I was drawn to ye. Have you ever thought of that?"

Jamie laughed as he started to walk them towards the bedroom. "C'mon off to bed with ye ...I have an early start tomorrow."

Claire eyed him mischievously as she snuggled closer. "To bed or to sleep?"

With a guttural groan, he lowered his head, brushing their lips together as he gave his answer in kisses.

Dear Readers,

I hope this chapter made sense to you. As you might have noticed, I didn't write the events in this chapter in chronological order, and I hope you can understand why I wrote it the way I did. If it didn't make any sense, please, I'm all ears ...ask away, and I'll answer. 

It was a challenge writing the dream part, so I hope I've done it justice. And mostly, I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed seeing the feedbacks in the previous chapter. So a big thank you for that! 

Let me know what you thought about the latest instalment and until the next update, take care of your health and keep up the positive vibes. X  😀❤️

ADDED UPDATE - An explanation to this chapter

I was trying to be clever and do the first two part of this chapter in the reverse order that I may have left you confused than enlightened. I have copied and pasted an explanation to the question posted by one reader in AO3. I hope this will help clarify things. So here goes:  

The dream was brought about by two triggers. First, was Jamie's conversation with Murtagh in Chapter five. Although in Jamie's dream he'd been the one to save Claire, in reality, it had been Murtagh. But it was Jamie who carried Claire to safety after Murtagh instructed him to.  This was the conversation:

Murtagh puffed out a breath. "The last time ye saw Henry, he was in a car accident ...with his family."

"What?" he choked.

Murtagh turned tired-looking eyes on him, and there was a deep sadness in them that startled him. "It was the day they were coming back to Broch Mordha for the first time in years. I heard talks around the village that they've rented a wee cottage from Mrs Baird. And also heard words about a wean. I didnae want to stick around to find out. I thought I'd take a wee trip to Skye and stay there until Henry and his family were gone. I was just packing when ye came barging into my hoose tellin me that a car had smashed to a tree. I came running oot like a gudgeon with ye right behind me. Ye must have been nine or ten. It wasnae far from where I lived then. By the time I got there, Henry was still alive, and Jules was unconscious. He ordered me to get the bairn first and then Jules. My first thoughts were to save Jules, but the wee child was screaming, and Henry was begging me to save her. Between the two of us, we managed to get wee Claire oot, and I ordered ye to take her as far as possible from the site. And that ye did. But I couldnae save Harry and Jules because the car caught fire and Henry lost consciousness. When I smelt gasoline, I had to run, and that's when the car exploded."

The second trigger was brought about by seeing Uncle Lamb's similarity to Harry and also by their conversation via video conference. Towards the end of their conversation uncle Lamb realised Jamie was the young boy who'd carried Claire to safety before the car exploded. Uncle Lamb would have remembered this because he was the only living guardian of Claire and the story of his brothers' demise would have been passed on to him when he came to collect Claire. You will also notice that Jamie found it strange the sudden turn around in uncle Lamb's demeanour at the end of their talk. But Jamie hadn't known the reason for this until after the dream. The dream in a way brought back all the suppressed memories and everything clicked in place together.

Now Jamie is unsure of asking Claire what she knew about the crash and telling her his dreams. Seeing her happy and contented, he didn't want her to relive that past in case more grief than good comes out of it.

I hope I made more sense here. X

[maitejeannolin]

CURIEUSE RÉSIDENCE / VOIX DE FEMMES 14 février > 31 décembre | 2022

« Ma mère a été adoptée depuis la Corée du Sud vers la France en 1976 à l’âge de 4 ans. Je fais partie de la génération d’après l’adoption, celle qui hérite en pointillés d'informations cachées, inventées ou rendues taboues. L’acculturation forcée de ma mère, amplifiée par son silence -que je souhaite respecter-, ont produit un sentiment de double éloignement avec mon histoire.

Ces zones d’ombre successives me questionnent sur la notion de transmission et notre capacité à activement hériter -en les faisant exister- de récits, de luttes, de savoirs dont nous sommes un point de chevêtre, une intersection.

L’histoire intime de ma mère résonne avec celles d’autres femmes adoptées, de femmes adoptées coréennes, de femmes coréennes. Des histoires imbriquées dans des systèmes patriarcaux et coloniaux. Ce projet est une tentative pour « faire famille » par-delà les liens du sang en créant des alliances et de nouvelles généalogies, à travers un processus de transmission de récits qui (m’)offrent une alternative vitale à l’effacement et au silence. »

Avec « Les Filles de Seolmundae Halmang » (titre provisoire), Maïté Minh Tâm travaille à un projet d’écriture, à la lisière du film documentaire, de la fiction et de la performance.

En mobilisant la notions de mythe - s'y croisent et se superposent celui de l’adoption internationale, le mythe familial mais aussi le mythe traditionnel sud-coréen de Seolmundae Halmang - sa recherche s'intéresse à la manière dont le storytelling peut reconfigurer le réel.

Pendant cette année, Maïté Minh Tâm rencontrera différentes personnes qui participeront à l’élaboration de son projet, notamment des artistes et militantes qui adressent les problématiques et enjeux de l’adoption internationale et trans-raciale. Elle travaillera aussi étroitement avec la chanteuse et autrice de pansori Kwon Songhee, Wee Jongcheon, qui l’assistera comme interprète français-coréen, Charlotte Marchal à l’image, et ses soeurs : Marion, Noémie et Nina Jeannolin.

https://voixdefemmes.org/fr/maite-minh-tam-jeannolin

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Group studio portrait of Ute Native Americans; seated : Tachiar, Parrum, A-Pat-We-Ma, and Wich-Ha-Ka-Sa; standing : Tan-Nah, Jui, Ce-Gee-Che, Ta-Wee, Buckskin Charley, and Pedro - Rose & Hopkins - 1899