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My twin sister and I have twin spiders (maybe??) in our apartment! We call them Betty Jo (top) and Jennilee (bottom) They’re about the size of a dime, and I think they’re only inside cause it’s all rainy and gross out.

AS: these are Tan jumping spiders! they are probably inside cause of the weather, they are also both male.

I expect massive attacks
upon the iron battlefield
savage weapons and
indigenous tribes
killing for a dime
ghosts clothed in
invisible cloaks
dangerous
slithering
serpents
disposing
at front
a work of art
suspended as a
giant ogre facing castor
and pollux twin cotton stars
not everybody is falling in love
with rainbows butterflies flutter and
poetic gibberish bluff presently dropping snake skin
like sand castles

philsp.com

February 1939 issue

Edith & Ejler Jacobson, “Dead Man—Killer” (Nathaniel Perry/The Bleeder)

Leon Byrne, “Society of the Singing Death” (Dan Holden)

Loring Dowst, “The Green Madness” (Pendexter Riddle/The Human Question Mark)

Ray Cummings, “The Case of the Skinless Corpses” (George Roberts)

Donald G. Cormack, “Butcher on the Waterfront"

John Kobler, “Bubbles of Murder” (Peter Quest)

Seattle Mystery Bookshop  

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Listen to: Obedear - Purity Ring

Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some
Some ghastly predicament of mine you’ll find
Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with
Me all coiled up near the bottom with my chest unbeared



Today is a place,
today is a time,
where everything lusters like a dime.

We sit there,
watching,
silently observing
how everyone else continue to shine through their own cracks.

We sit there,
looking,
wondering,
longing,
for ourselves to be in the same place
not knowing we already are.

anonymous asked:

-Dime una mentira +te amo ¿Quien qué signos serían el "+" y que signos serían el "-"?

Acabo de publicar anon ,perdón por la espera<3

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When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin’ for more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine

accidental ta parents fic round 9

@alexiablackbriar13 and so it goes …


Fear quickly morphed into anger, causing a blotchy red to bloom across Leeson’s porcelain face. Moira had not needed the hour long session to measure and weigh Andrea Leeson, her kind – gifted with nearly perfect and pristine beauty that masked an ugly soul – were sadly a dime a dozen in the world. Confronting it gave Moira a greater appreciation for the genuine people, too few and far between, who she was still able to call friend. People like Jessica Danforth and Jean Loring who’d supported and championed her through the worst, and most of all, for the man standing beside her after everything she’d put him through.

She could face the false righteous indignation and denial, and the no longer choked back disdain, with a perceived steady calm because she had Walter at her side. Moira knew giving hint of any emotion other than icy fury would be construed as small triumph on Ms. Leeson’s behalf and would only bolster the nauseous woman’s bravo. Not for one moment would Moira allow the woman to think she had even the slightest chance of coming out of this confrontation victorious.

“Enough!” she snapped ending the photographer’s denials. “You’re not nearly as clever as you think you are dear.” Moira said this almost warmly, as if she felt bad for having to burst the woman’s bubble. “Too much pride in your talent,” she said running a finger over the lens of the camera she’d handled earlier. “And so sure of your mark that you used what was easily available and traceable.”

Moira took a step closer to the woman who visibly shrank into herself but did not concede any ground. She would though, of that Moira was certain. “Really how difficult do you think it was to put a quality photograph together with City Hall,” Leeson flinched at those words, “envelopes.”

“You can’t prove anything,” Leeson’s tone was whiny and desperate.

“Really? Are you so sure,” Moira baited. “Tell me Ms. Leeson were you so confident, so intent on your revenge that you were careful in every detail? You wore gloves handling the photograph?” No reaction. “How about with the envelope?” The woman’s green eyed gaze did not waiver. “Alter your handwriting somehow?” There, a slight grimace. “Tell me, will we find your DNA on the seal of the envelope?” Eyes went wide, her breath thready as younger woman stumbled backwards.

She turned her head to look at Walter over her shoulder, her eyes burning near violet with satisfied pride. Their scheme was working. “Proof,” she said the word with an edge of vicious delight.

“Indeed,” Walter agreed, adding an extra level of smugness to his crisp voice. “Though I am sure Ms. Leeson would counter with her own.”

The woman nodded vigorously, not realizing the trap she was walking into, “Not just that picture either. I have loads more. Your precious son won’t be able escape justice.”

It took everything in her not react to that boastful statement. They had a plan and if she deviated now it could spiral out control. Still it was close, and if not for the hand Walter placed on her shoulder Moira would have thrown their strategy out the window and gleefully ripped the woman apart piece by piece.

“These loads,” Walter took over for her, knowing that she needed a moment to rein herself in, “you have include his associates?”

“The driver and EA,” she asked, her spine straightening and a crocodile smile spreading across her face – the poor diluted fool actual thought she had something there.

“His partners,” Walter corrected, bristling at Leeson’s dismissive tenor.

Loads,” she repeated with self-satisfaction reeking off her.

“I wonder,” Moira said reentering the fray, “if you recall the also called Count Ms. Lesson?” Confusion marred the woman’s high brow. “Maker of Vertigo,” she supplied, “he caused quite the ruckus at my trial if you recall.”

“So?”

“The Hood, sorry it’s the Arrow now – but why go on pretense,” she said breezily, “my son was content to let him rot in prison. Not a choice I would have made given the role his drug played in my daughter’s accident, nor the smartest decision considering the havoc he raised after escaping. Still the man would have ended up back in Iron Heights and not filled with arrows if not for one rash act. Can you fathom what that was Ms. Leeson?” While speaking, she and her prey had being playing a game of cat and mouse; Leeson kept retreating and Moira matched her step for step. The woman’s back was against the wall now, literally and figuratively.  

Arms crossed, Moira stood over her as she trembled out, “Nnn-no.”

“He threatened Miss Smoak’s life.” Moira paused to let that sink in before continuing. “Now you and your photographs may not be placing her in mortal jeopardy, but you do present a danger to her and Mr. Diggle. We can only hazard to guess how he’ll respond to that.” There was a small part of Moira that hated using her son in this manner, especially after witnessing the change in how he operated his nighttime activities, but a woman like Andrea Leeson only truly cared about one thing: herself.

“We can keep this from Oliver,” Walter said tagging in as they’d planned to make their offer, “and see you comfortably relocated or we can allow the Arrow to decide how best to protect his partners. The choice Ms. Leeson is entirely yours.”


YOUR MOVE.

knowledgeisafatalthing  asked:

"You'd be a dog, a mutt. Because you're loyal and protective but you don't have any traits that make you a dime a dozen."

“A dog? A mutt?” He thought about it for a moment, trying to focus on what she had described him as - he would have tried to protest, but he found it amusing and rather true. “Is that so?” He laughed a little, a grin forming on his face after a moment. “Well, that’s a damn good thing then baby! I was thinkin’ you’d be a cat - unpredictable ‘n sly…but soft and purrin’.”

@knowledgeisafatalthing

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Your Character In 5 Quotes: Frank Castle

❝Mornin’ sunshine.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit who you are.❞   

❝I’m already dead.❞ 

❝Ma’am❞ 

❝It’s… One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? It was her favorite book. You gotta cross the ocean, and go fight. You see, whole time you’re thinking you’re gonna be scared, right? But then you’re not. See, that part of it was always easy for me. Killing. Even watching my buddies die, it just didn’t mean nothing. The first time I got scared was on a plane on the way home. I kept thinking God was gonna pull the rug out from under us, you know? Shit, that’s his kind of funny, you know.  But the plane landed safe and we were home. Driving through traffic. Yeah, you pass fast food and donut shops and all that greasy shit, the shit you fought to protect, and then the car stops. We were outside her school. I get to her classroom, right? She’s in there, but she’s got no idea. She’s got no idea Daddy’s home. I walk in, these kids, they’re not even studying, they’re-they’re doing some kind of yoga. Yeah. You know? She’s there. She’s doing her poses, you know, she’s bending and, you know, she’s moving. She looks like a flower. Yeah. And you know, you can’t even understand it, you know, how does something like that have… How does something that beautiful have… How does that… how does that come from me, you know? And she looks up and she sees me. I see her. By God, that’s real. That’s real, Red. Boom. In an instant, she’s across that classroom floor, she’s in my arms. She’s squeezing me so tight, I swear I was gonna bust a rib, you know? We just stayed there like that, we’re holding each other. Teacher’s filming the whole thing on her phone, you know, she’s gonna put it on YouTube or some shit. She can’t hold the thing steady, because, you know, she’s… she’s bawling so hard, and the kids are all wailing, you know, they’re screaming. And me? Shit, I’m the worst of all. I’m a… I’m a rubber-faced clown, you know? I cried so hard. But not my baby. Not my girl. You know, she’s my girl. She’s… she’s not crying, she’s holding me up. My girl, she’s keeping me on my feet. She says, “I knew it, Daddy. I knew it.” And then we go home. To the wife, the boy. Place is the exact same, it’s like it was just holding its breath waiting for me to get back, you know? Then it hit me. All of it, you know? The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just tired, you know? You ever been tired, Red?❞

(i was legit going to cut that last quote but– it’s so perfect, all of it. I didn’t know where a good spot to cut it off would be so you get it all)