#shrewbury

[defensivelee]

immortal seven orgy

[catdadacd]

TATTOO BOOOOOOOOOOKED

[horror-thriller-brackets]

Propaganda:

Yeo-Jin: Kind hearted, smart, and badass detective who continually challenges the cold hearted yet genius prosecutor protagonist.

Cadfael: A Welsh Benedictine monk living in the 12 Century (the time of the civil war between King Stephen and Empress Maud), Cadfael is a herbalist, a physician, a former soldier and sailor, and when murders occur in the village of Shrewbury, a detective. He sees himself as a healer more than a detective but he can't turn away from anyone in trouble and he puts his knowledge of herbs, plants, the human body, and the human mind, to good use in solving crimes

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[thesehauntedhills]

Here is something spooky for a warm evening....here are 2 photos/ screen shots from the @mosthauntedexp (Most Haunted) cameras in C-Wing.

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Next to the bin near the stairs, there is a shadow figure on the first & second step...what is unusual about it is you can see though it and still see the outline of the steps!

👻

Could this be the young boy from Georgian times that is reported to haunt C Wing?

☮︎⊰ #𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔༄⊰⊹ฺ

[simply-ellas-stuff]

At this point I am actually thinking that Perkin Warbeck was actually one Elizabeth’s boys

[skuutavenue1903]

(via Prediksi Liverpool Vs Shrewbury Town (05/02/2020))

[mildblack12]

Prediksi Liverpool Vs Shrewbury Town (05/02/2020)

Prediksi Liverpool Vs Shrewbury Town (05/02/2020)

agen bola tepercaya. Laga pertandingan FA Cup tanggal 5 February 2020 pukul 02:45 WIB mempertemukan duel sengit antara Liverpool Vs Shrewbury Town. Laga ini sendiri akan digelar di markas kebesaran Liverpool, Anfield Road Stadium. Pada pertemuan leg pertama, tanggal 27 January 2019 silam, kedua tim bermain imbang berbagi gol 2-2.

Liverpool – bertindak sebagai tuan rumah dalam laga pertandingan…

[stupeshit]

ptdr askip selene est open bar seven eleven et puis cmoi où elle écarte les jambes à qui le veut??? jpense ke lmonde peut la prendre en tournante cette nana, quelle pute

En même temps, c’est la meilleure pote de l’autre préfète donc tu m’étonnes. Comme on dit, qui s’ressemble s’assemble et elles semblent très bien s’assembler avec les autres. Puis honnêtement, se taper le meilleur pote de son ex, c’est moche et ça craint un max. 

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[hudsonpsychic]

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[pollyssecretlibrary]

Review: “A Duke, The Lady, and a Baby”, by Vanessa Riley

This is my first Vanessa Riley book. I requested it on Netgalley after seeing someone on Instagram having her request accepted.

This is an honest and sincere review. I’m giving this book 4 out of 5 stars.

This is the first book in the “Rogues and Remarkable Women” series. "A Duke, The Lady, and a Baby” will be published on June 30th

“It was a universal truth that no matter her background, face or charms, a widow in possession of a fortune would be targeted for theft. In my circumstance, I’d been cheated of everything, even my greatest gift. Now was the time to defy authority, to strike and win.”

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Her secret: she is the mother of the child he’s a guardian of. His secret: He has one of his legs amputated, missing. She knows and will keep his secret, he doesn’t know hers.

Patience once upon a time left her home in Demerara (Now part of Guyana, in South America) to marry an Englishman, she had a baby with him and then he committed suicide. His uncle on his mother’s side, a man named Markham, is after her fortune and his late nephew’s estate so, in order to get what he wants he manages to put her into Bedlam and leaves the infant son of hers in the nursery, almost forgotten.

There’s an influential woman that goes by the name of Lady Shrewsbury who runs a foundation known as ‘The Widow’s Grace’ that helps widows who have been maligned by their families or their in-laws, and that woman takes Patience under her wing. She promises the young woman she will help recover the little child but the night before they put their plans into action, Patience disguises as a footman and sneaks into the house to see little Lionel. When she tries to go back to Lady Shrewbury’s lair, she meets Busick, her late husband’s cousin (on his father’s side) who is a duke and tells her that he’s come to take over the house and stand as appointed guardian of her child (he obviously doesn’t know who she is or her relationship with the baby upstairs). He’s come to protect little Lionel and his assets until he Is of age.

The next morning Lady Shrewsbury, who is an old friend of the duke’s, introduces Patience (Jordan) as Mrs. LaCroy, the new nanny for the baby. He, of course, sees through her and guesses that she is the footman he met the night before, but he doesn’t guess the reasons for the scheme, so he takes her for one of Markham’s spies. He would never guess the new nanny’s real plans, or that she’s very attracted to him, and him to her.

She seems to be very protective of the baby, but why?

The first of the two things that put me off a little bit is that although we get both Patience and Busick’s perspectives of the story, the one corresponding to Patience is written in the first person. I usually find it awkward to read romances in the first person, I guess the intention in this case is that being Patience a person of color, the writer wanted the reader to know her core. To really listen to her. To know how she constantly feels inadequate, unwanted, despised, or not enough British. No matter how wealthy her father was, she’s still a foreigner, a mulatto.

She blames herself for her husband Colin’s death. The man was depressed and committed suicide and she feels she gave him the final blow before that happened. She is willing to spend the rest of his life making it up to her son, but she needs to recover and sail back home to Demerara, where she knows they will be safe.

Busick Strathmore, duke of Repington, a former rake, is now a wounded man who’s doing everything in his power to go back to Spain and fight alongside Wellington. I loved him as a character, he’s always trying to overdo himself and as soon as he meets the suspicious nanny, he starts feeling protective of her and of baby Lionel. I love his odd ways, he must have some degree of OCD because he has rules for everything and in his life he needs order. But I loved his shenanigans

And I loved Patience, her strength, her willingness, her love for her baby and how she is protective of her people. Lionel, her friend Jemina, Busick… Also she knows what she wants and how to get it, but she almost never listens. She’s stubborn and she should listen to other people’s opinions and suggestions sometimes, so she could be calmed and consider options. She’s a force of nature, like a river flood.

Actually both of them are quite stubborn in their own way. And protective of their people. They feel attracted to each other almost from the beginning but this is not a quick paced novel. So it doesn’t feel rushed or instant. It’s not a slow burn either, only because it takes time for the writer to get them together doesn’t mean it’s slow burn. All it will take for Patience and Busick to be together is to learn how to trust, and trust doesn’t come in one day. It takes time and sometimes it takes hardships. Love needs to come with trust.

The other aspect of the novel that slightly put me off was the fact that Patience knew exactly who had actually led her husband to his demise (even if she believed that it was her fault too) and was set on demonstrating this. That stole the mystery plot a little bit, so, in the end it was never about who did it but how. Ant the road to finding how, the unveiling of the schemes and plot while falling in love in the process was a quite enjoyable tale.

To compensate for the two facts that put me down I want to remark one that I really really liked. We have this hero that was a rake before the war. We’ve all read all kinds of stories of rakes and rogues and how their love for the heroines lead them to believing in love and thus to redemption and change. In the case it happened before, when Busick was in the battle of Badajoz he witnessed an act of pure love and realized that he wanted that, it isn’t the heroine who changes her, but himself and that’s quite refreshing.

All in all I found in “A Duke, The Lady, and a Baby” to be an incredible love story, and an exciting adventure. A book about two broken people with trust issues who are strong on their own but who find out that they are stronger together. A story of a family coming together, with that warmth that families should provide. A book that you won’t read in one sitting but that you will want it to last forever.

Ps. What kind of name is Busick?

[tired-college-student-writing]

A Match made in Therapy Chapter 3: Beginnings

Summary: JT and Dani know that outside of the Team Bright had very few people in his life. It was them, Gil, his mother, sister, therapist, parakeet, and his serial killer father. His circle of friends was small, but not as small as they seemed to think. Chapter 1

Chapter 2

 Chapter 3 (HERE)

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“Are you Matt?”

He was expecting Malcolm with the latest book he had gotten, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness by Kay Redfield Jamison, just like he had done for the last four weeks, on his lap but this wasn’t the bubbling acquaintance Matt had made. This was a man, mid-thirties if Matt had to guess, holding himself strongly, he was trained, the clink of metal on his belt said Police. Next to him was a small girl, maybe eight, long hair brushing over her collar as she looked at him.

“Why do you want to know,” He asked, hand reaching out to grab his cane, ready to scream and swing if the man tried to grab him, less likely with the girl here, but still a possibility.

“I told you,” The girl whined, “This is Matt, He’s always with Malcolm when we’re here.”

“You know Malcolm?” He asked quietly if it was an abduction then he was targeted for a specific reason, maybe Malcolm’s money?

“Uh-Huh,” She agreed, “He’s my brother.”

The Blind boy finally relaxed, remembering how the other boy had explained and detailed how much his little sister was amazing and annoying, “You’re Ainsley?”

“Yeah! Malcolm said we should find you.”

“Why? Is he okay?” He asked, realizing his fri- acquaintance wasn’t there. Why had Ainsley and this man (was he their dad?) come instead?

“He’ll be okay,” The man relayed, “ My name is Gil Arroyo, I work with the NYPD and Malcolm wanted me to tell you that he can’t make it today because he’s sick.”

Matt couldn’t stop his face from falling at those words, “But he’ll be okay?”

“He’ll be okay,” The officer repeated, voice soft and soothing, “He started a new medication a few days ago and had a bad reaction to them. He stopped taking them but he needs another few days to get back on his feet.”

“Oh...”Matt breathed, ignoring the knot in his chest that loosed as he heard Malcolm was fine, “That’s good. Thanks for letting me know.”

“No problem kid,” Gil laughed, “He did say that you might be interested in hearing a few passages from his book though, would you like me to read them or wait until next week?”

“You don’t need to-”

“Gil does lots of things,” Ainsley cut in, “Cause he wants to, even when it’s my brother calling him at weird hours in the morning and not talk, just listening to Gil talk. He wouldn’t offer if he didn’t want to read to you.”

Matt scrunched up his face, but the man’s heart was steady and even as ever, comforting almost.

“No pressure, Matt,” He said, “I don’t have anywhere to be until six when my wife wants me home, but you can wait until next week for Malcolm if you’d prefer.”

Matt was silent for a long moment, he wasn’t supposed to ask for things, but would Malcolm come back if he was rude to Gil? Whatever relationship they had was clearly a very deep one if they weren’t father and son.

“It’s called The Summer of the Danes,” Gil read off, “by Ellis Peters. Malcolm said you usually share nonfictional books but this is a new medieval mystery novel from a series he enjoys and he has been itching to read it. The synopsis says that Brother Cadfael is pleased to join his young friend Mark, now a deacon, on a mission of church diplomacy in Wales. Traveling in the safety of the Prince of Geynedd’s train, they are brought to unexpected dangers, as they seek to keep a young Welsh woman free from harm.”

Malcolm almost squirmed, it did sound interesting… but make-believe wasn’t supposed to be something he looked for. Stick used to snap about how consuming too much fiction would make him disconnect from reality.

But Malcolm wanted him to hear it…

“Can you read a little of it please?”

He could feel Gil’s smile as the man sat down next to him on the bench, and Matt couldn’t help but stiffen as Ainsley climbed up on his other side, leaning into his arm lightly.

“I want to hear too! Malcolm always reads stuff to me,” She said not bothered that her bench partner seemed to turn into a stone statue.

Gil just laughed, patting his back lightly, “Breathe kid, she doesn’t bite, and she’ll move if you want her too.”

“No, I’m okay.”

Gil shook his head slightly, but opened the book and began to read.

“ The Extraordinary events of the Summer of 1144 may properly be said to have began the previous year, in the tangle of threads both ecclesiastical and secular, a net in which any number of diverse people became enmeshed, clerics, from the archbishop down to Bishop Roger de Clinton’s lowiest deacon and the laity from the princes of the North Wales down to the humblest cottager in the trefs of Arfon. And among the commonality thus entrammelled, more to the point, an elderly Benedictine monk of the Abbey of Saint Peter and Saint Paul, a Shrewbury …”

By the time Gil had finished the second chapter, Matt found himself relaxing, even if little Ainsley didn’t move far from his side, brushing up against him in a familiar way that made no sense since he had just met her a little over an hour before. The story was enthralling, the plotlines drawing Matt in swiftly as Gil’s low rumbling voice painted scene after scene for his sightless eyes to enjoy. He had even started poking fun at the man's voices for the different characters, barely able to keep a straight face once Heledd, the female lead in the book was introduced, but Ainsley insisted he continues the voices, something Matt wouldn’t admit he was pleased about.  

As the third chapter grew to a close, Ainsley’s attention seemed to waver. The quiet jangle of a bell told him why before she even opened his mouth.

“Can we get ice cream?”

“I don’t see why not,” Gil answered with no hesitation as he used the dust sleeve to mark his place.

“Yes!” She cheered hopping to her feet, “I want bubblegum, and chocolate, and strawberry-”

“You can get one flavor Ains,” Gil cut in, “What would you like Matt?”

“Oh, I’m fine, no need to bother” He quickly replied, even as  Ainsley grabbed his hand.

“It’s really no bother,” the man soothed, “It’ll be good for us to take a break from reading anyways.”

“I… I can’t,” Matt barely breathed, waiting for the disgust, “My stomach…”

Gil was quiet, his heart squeezing oddly, “Is this an ongoing problem? Being sensitive to different food?”

“Yes…” Stick would beat him for being so weak.

“That’s okay,” Gil soothed, “Food can be tricky, we could get you something lighter, like a popsicle or just some vanilla ice cream-”

“No,” Matt’s stomach twisted into an icy ball, “No vanilla.”

“Okay, what about citrus, how do you do with that?”

Matt thought for a second, “It’s usually fine, as long as it’s not overly sugared.”

The man nodded, “Okay. I’ll be right back.”  

As he walked away, Ainsley rocked lightly on her heels, “Gil doesn’t mind you know?”

“What?”

“He’s used to people not handling food real well,” She told him, “Malcolm is bad with food too, he has been since Daddy got taken away.”

“Gil isn’t your dad?”

“No, he’s the one that took daddy away,” Ainsley explained, “Mommy said Daddy hurt a lot of people and so he has to go away for a long time. Malcolm was really sad about it. Gil worries about us a lot so he comes and makes sure we’re okay now that daddy’s gone.”

“That’s nice of him,” Matt said with a smile he hoped didn’t look like a grimace. Malcolm and he had a sort of understanding that personal questions weren’t something they liked dealing with. He never asked and Malcolm never shared but for some reason, he wanted to know what had happened to his frie- acquaintance, His acquaintance.

He let Ainsley chat aimlessly to him until Gil returned with their treats, slowly taking his.

“Maybe you can read next time, Matt,” Ainsley suggested between licks to her ice cream, strawberry from the smell of it, “I think you’d do fun voices.”

“We’d have to find another book,” He hummed, not really registering the suggestion, too busy savoring the cool popsicle. It was amazing, one of the best things he’s ever eaten. The lemon wasn’t from concentrate, instead of using fresh juice and zest, just a little sugar to turn the overly sour taste into an enjoyable tart.

“Why?”

“The book is too new,” He replied easily, with a shrug, “I’d expect it to be at least a year before they make it in braille and for the libraries to get it. Though the new ADA laws being passed might get it out a little faster.”

“They don’t just make the books you can read when they make the books we can read?”

“No,” Usually these questions just felt tedious to explain to everyone, but the general earnest in Ainsley’s voice made the questions easy to answer, “They need a special printer to make a book in braille and they don’t have as many braille printers as text printers so it takes longer.”

“That’s dumb,” She whined, leaning into his side, “You like books almost as much as Malcolm, you should have all the books!”

“I think the nuns would protest to that,”

“Then they’re dumb-dumbs. I’m gonna get you all the books so that you can read them or I’m gonna learn to read really good and read them all to you!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her proclamation, “That sounds amazing Ainsley.”

It really really did.

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When Malcolm left the precinct early, instead of being drug out by Gil he could see the surprise on the team’s face, Dani quickly asking if he was feeling okay, but he just brushed them off, holding up the business card Matt had dropped off as they were leaving the station.

He was on a mission and he wasn’t about to wait any longer, especially since the case was on hold for a few hours as they secured a warrant.

The door opened right as Malcolm was about to reach it, Foggy sticking his head out.

“Matt heard me?” He asked, watching the blond pale.

“What no, of course not! You know all that stuff they say about the other senses compensating if bullshit.”

“Moth boy!” Malcolm called gruffly, as he pushed passed the stuttering lawyer swiftly “Want to tell me all about this Devilish handsome figure that’s apparently flipping through Hell’s Kitchen?”

There were two more people in the office, a pale blonde woman whose eyes had blown huge as he entered and a dark brunette that simply raised an eyebrow, holding herself defensively, but Matt didn’t look worried, instead, his face twisted in a worried snarl.

“Depends,” His voice was low, Malcolm only able to discern the anxiety in his tone from years of knowing him, “Want to tell me about Watkins and how your dad ended up in the hospital?”

“Ohh,” Malcolm hummed, “Someone did their research, but I asked first.”

“No I asked first,” Matt snapped, “Back at the precinct.”

“My escapades are well documented through the news, and by retelling of my sister for her new very loyal following, you, on the other hand, get away with only ghost stories, broken bones and a few shaky pictures of a man in an armored Halloween costume,” He shouted back, moving into Matt’s face, “I mean Devil of Hell’s Kitchen? Anyone that spends enough time with you could piece it together, it’s not like  you don’t say ‘Murdock boys have the Devil in them,’ at the drop of a hat or anything!”

“Oh, I don’t want to hear the moral high ground from you, resident! You let your mom stab your father!”

Malcolm faltered, making Matt pause as his heart flipped.

The room grew silent as Matt glared at the other man, “You’re hiding something.”

“Always,” Malcolm slide in easily, their old inside joke falling short.

“Mal…”

“I can’t tell you,” He answered back, “Not about that, the trail hasn’t even started yet for Mother.”

“If I wanted to see boyfriend drama,” The brunette grumbled, “I would go find a case, what the hell is even happening, Murdock?”

“Yeah,” The other woman added, “I’d like to know that as well.”

“Hello,” Malcolm greeted, “I’m Malcolm Bright, this blind reckless idiot’s best friend, we’re currently discussing how we’re both lack sense of self-preservation and how we’re mad at each other for not sharing our latest escapees, and you are?”

“Karen,” The blonde answered with a raised brow, “I’ve been working with Matt and Foggy on for over a year now.

“Ah,” He smiled, “You must be the Page of the Nelson, Murdock, and Page then, and you Miss?”

“Jessica Jones,”  She offered, “ Thought Nelson was Murdock’s best friend?”

“He has two,” Foggy shrugged, “He’s known Malcolm for longer and they both have the same dumbass martyr thought process.”

“Not a martyr,” The pair answered in unison.

“Not from a lack of trying,” Foggy mumbled, “But either way, I guess you figured out Matt’s night job?”

“Profiler. Didn’t even know about Daredevil until today, guess the only good news is someone has to know you pretty well to see the clues, Moth.”

Matt scowled at him, “Can we go back to the fact you were kidnapped and then witnessed your mom stab your father through the heart?”  

“No. Can’t tell you anything about Mother anyways.”

Matt squinted at him, or rather at his ear, before holding out a hand, “Wallet,”

“Why?” He asked even as he handed it over. Matt fumbled through it a little pulling out four bills.

“Are these all the same amount?”

“Yes, hundreds,” Malcolm answered with a raised brow.

“Rich boy,” Matt mumbled with a fond eye roll, “One for Jess, one for Karen, one for Foggy and One for me. Congrats Mr. Bright, you just hired three lawyers and a PI. You now have attorney-client privilege and PI level discreetment. Tell us what happened with your mother and the carousel killer.”

Malcolm just sat there blinking in confusion for a long minute before he let out a soul-weary groan, “I hate you.”

Matt just smiled back, “No you don’t.”

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[degeamufc]

This Shrewbury striker needs to change his boots omg shocking shooting

[bongdasao]

Soi kèo xiên ngày 21/9 Tranmere vs Bolton League Trophy