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GP: Special Award Announced at ‘American Martyrs’ Premiere to a Young Boy Who Saved His Father Following a Stroke (Video) #AmericanMartyrs
Special Award Announced at ‘American Martyrs’ Premiere to a Young Boy Who Saved His Father Following a Stroke (Video)
The movie premiere of "American Martyrs" was held on Saturday at the Cohen Pavilion in West Palm Beach, Florida. The post Special Award Announced at ‘American Martyrs’ Premiere to a Young Boy Who Saved His Father Following a Stroke (Video) appeared first on The Gateway Pundit.
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September 30, 2026 at 1:34 PM
green-phoenix.bsky.social
...... Holding her palm out and summoning a green flame.

" Do your implants do that? "
misskarmotrine.bsky.social 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 @misskarmotrine.bsky.social · 12h
. . . . . . . .

"Sure... Yeah... I too have a magic wand."
green-phoenix.bsky.social ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ @green-phoenix.bsky.social · 13h
" This isn't an 'Implant', I don't have any of those.

It's magic. "
September 30, 2026 at 1:31 PM
e-v-l-o-v-e.bsky.social
A paper folds in half. You hold it like a secret. It hums. It glows. It’s not just a whisper — it’s a whole universe in your palm. Send it to someone who knows how to hold it. 🌌
A paper folds in half. You hold it like a secret. It hums. It glows. It’s not just a whisper — it’s
September 30, 2026 at 1:30 PM
hauntedham.bsky.social
He didn't master the Jork 'n' Block so he had to palm it off to something else.
September 30, 2026 at 1:30 PM
jcm444.bsky.social
all night
blurred together
space between us
damp and warm
your chest a wall against my spine
resting, rising
perfectly aligned
calm
when morning light seeps in
to #bequest the dark
I turn inside your grip
slide a palm
against your hip
pull you closer than before
wanting everything and more

#vss365
September 30, 2026 at 1:28 PM
cambup-polsci.cambridge.org
#OpenAccess from @jpublicpolicy.bsky.social -

Durable equilibrium: explaining palm oil policy continuity in Indonesia through the lens of punctuated equilibrium theory - https://cup.org/4jtXyRF

- Dede Setiono & Ahmad Syafiqur Rohman

#FirstView
Logo for the Journal of Public Policy featuring the hashtag "OpenAccess" in gold text on a black background.
September 30, 2026 at 1:20 PM
ailesdusoleil.bsky.social
Flying floof. Jared Padalecki at JIB 16 in Rome, April 2026.

#JaredPadalecki #JusInBello #JIB16 #Supernatural #SPN
Jared is sitting on a chair on stage, facing the crowd to the left of the camera. The chair is backwards and he has his left leg over the low backrest. His right leg is on the right side. He is leaning a bit to the left while explaining something. His microphone is in his left hand chin high and his left arm is sideways in front of him, palm down. His hair on the right side is flying up a bit (there is a fan off frame to the right of him). Jared is wearing black jeans, a thin black hoodie and a blueish green jacket. He has a silver ring around his left ring finger and multiple beaded wristbands around his right wrist.
September 30, 2026 at 1:19 PM
bobcalder.net
Some of the resources I used in thinking skills were the Radiation Museum and the Radium Girls. Radium-infused tonics were consumed on vacationers' long train ride down to Henry Flagler's luxury hotel in Palm Beach. On Henry's train.

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Radioactive Health Hoax from the 1920s Returns
Social media accounts promote long-discredited radium water as a cure-all. PLUS: Introducing “Midterms Watch”
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September 30, 2026 at 1:19 PM
dirtyfingers.bsky.social
Why is it that West Palm seems to be the pedophile capital of the world? 🤔
September 30, 2026 at 1:16 PM
gloomywrites.bsky.social
here have the entire first chapter of Seven Thousand Chances since it may never see the light of day otherwise. #Skyrim fic!

Female OC - Lossie x Nirya (college of winterhold) enemies to lovers endgame. Opening chapter just sets the tone for our leading lady lol

#wipwednesday #wipwed #fanfiction
"C'mon lass, just this once. For old time's sake." "I can't, Bryn. You know I can't." Lossie stares down at the murky water dripping into the wooden bucket, wringing out a rag and trying to focus on her work. Her routine is the only thing she has, and she's not going to let Brynjolf of all people, interrupt that. "The only one who thinks you can't is you, Lossie. I've always had complete faith in your capabilities." She looks at him over the silvery rim of her glasses and snorts, not bothering to grace that with a proper response. They both know he's lying through his freakishly perfect teeth. Turning away, she moves on to the next table, scrubbing up... something sticky. Mead, probably. Hopefully. "Lass, please. You're the only one who can get close to the target." "What, can't charm your way into this one's pants?" "I'm, eh... not his type. I know for a fact you are, though." He sounds like he really does know that for sure. Lossie stops scrubbing and spins around to look at Brynjolf, searching his face. He looks as unbothered as usual. The same can't be said for her. "Bryn, are you out of your mind?! He's a regular, isn't he? That's why you know." Brynjolf just smiles that easy smile he likes to pretend he means, and holds fast. Like he thinks if he just persists in her space that she will do what he wants. She steps closer and looks around to make sure nobody is in earshot. "Haelga would kill me for stealing from a regular, Bryn! How could you even suggest this? I need this job, you know that." Her voice is hushed, but urgent. She watches Brynjolf's face, hoping that her words will get through to him. She can't have him hanging around here, causing problems for her. Especially not if the reason he's hanging around is because he is trying to steal from one of the bunkhouse regulars. If Haelga found out, she'd be done for. She can't lose this job now, not when she's so close to her goal. Instead of being cowed by her words, though, Brynjolf lights up. Fuck. "Well now, lass. Lucky for you, then, that this job isn't stealing. It's quite the opposite, in fact. Pays quite a pretty penny, too. All for this little thing..." He flourishes his hand and produces a silver ring from what seems to be thin air. Lossie blinks, unimpressed, and waits for him to finish. "... to end up in the right pocket." He smiles wide with his stupid, perfect teeth on full display. Like a cat that got the cream. "No." His smile disappears, and Lossie turns around and walks away. She has shit to do. She wets the rag and goes back to scrubbing. "Lass! Wait—" "No." Lossie keeps scrubbing. The sound of water sloshing in the bucket and the rag against the tables fills the silence. She keeps working, completely focusing all of her anger at Brynjolf into her task. She can't believe he would risk her job like this. Not when he knows what it means to her. "What if—" "No." She finishes cleaning the tables and moves on to sweeping the floors. The broom's bristles scratch against the wood unpleasantly. Lossie hates that sound. It's a very stark reminder of how many months she has left here every time she hears it. Scratching at the floor the way she scratches at the walls of her enclosure, begging to be free of it. All she wants is out of Riften. Lossie has her plan, her timeline. It's the only thing that brings her comfort. The only thing that keeps her going through her life working at the bunkhouse, each day working her fingers to the bone. Each night, lying beneath man after man until her insides are numb. For the coin. All for the coin. She's so close. Only four more months. Brynjolf's hands cover hers on the broom, stopping her work. She looks up at him. She knows that her desperation must be plain on her face, because Brynjolf looks away. He never could handle anything as real as that. "Lossie..." "Save it, Bryn." She tugs the broom away, and goes back to work. She can still feel Brynjolf's eyes boring holes in her back, but it feels different this time. Lossie knows he's about to get serious. He normally gives up without pressing her like this. He must really need her to do this job. "The job came from Maven, Lass." Shit. She stops sweeping, her eyes flutter closed as she processes the weight of that statement. "How much?" "Lossie—" "How much, Bryn?" "... A hundred now. Four hundred more on verified completion." "Fuck." Lossie leans the broom against the wall, and paces the length of the small dining space. Five hundred septims is more than she would make in four months. A lot more. It would buy carriage passage to Winterhold and supplies for the road… and along with her savings, the amount left over would hopefully leave enough to let her survive a year, if she's frugal. Wiping her sweaty bangs off of her forehead, she turns to Brynjolf. "Who?" Brynjolf looks up at her then, something almost apologetic in his face. Like he knows she's not going to like the answer. She crosses her arms over her chest and bounces on the balls of her feet, restless. "The target is Brand-Shei." "Oh, for Mara's sake, Brynjolf! Brand-Shei is Haelga's. I'm not allowed near him!" "Aye, lass. But what do the rules matter if it's the last time you'll set foot in this place?" It's the right thing to say. Brynjolf always knows just what to say. It's his job, after all. But his tone doesn't match the words. He sounds uncharacteristically somber, like he doesn't really want to say the right thing this time. Lossie agonizes over her decision for a grand total of ten seconds before she holds her hand out to Brynjolf. Five hundred septims is too much for her to turn down, and they both know it. He seems resigned somehow as he places the ring and a small, weighty coin purse into her palm. He uses his hands to cover hers, folding her fingers over the items. He lingers for a moment, and she looks up at him. He's not looking at her, just staring pensively at their combined hands. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but it clicks shut again. Lossie has no idea what to make of his behavior, as it's so out of character for him to not be gloating over his success. With a nod, Brynjolf looks up at her and smiles that easy, fake smile... and then he leaves.
September 30, 2026 at 1:14 PM
bostonharbor.bsky.social
#VesselAlert
Name: #AWATEA
#MMSI: #319011900
Callsign: #ZGCA6
Type: #Pleasure_Craft
#Flag: #Cayman_Islands
Seen: 30-Sep-2026 09:11:22 EDT
Status: #under_way_using_engine
Heading: 296 deg
Dest.: PALM BEACH
Distance: 5.8 nm
Signal #RSSI: -29.8 dBFS
#Ship #AIS VesselAlert © #kx1t - kx1t - aiscatcher - sdr-e
September 30, 2026 at 1:11 PM
the-gatewaypundit.bsky.social
Special Award Announced at ‘American Martyrs’ Premiere to a Young Boy Who Saved His Father Following a Stroke (Video)
Special Award Announced at ‘American Martyrs’ Premiere to a Young Boy Who Saved His Father Following a Stroke (Video) * The Gateway Pundit * by Jim Hoft
The movie premiere of "American Martyrs" was held on Saturday at the Cohen Pavilion in West Palm Beach, Florida.
www.thegatewaypundit.com
September 30, 2026 at 1:11 PM
nerdwendy.bsky.social
hugging tiny puppy? holding tiny puppy in your palm tonite queen? tiny puppy?
September 30, 2026 at 1:03 PM
considermycat.bsky.social
Finished #reading The Palm House by Gwendoline Riley
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September 30, 2026 at 1:02 PM
martyhiester.bsky.social
The Corral, Rancho Santa Inés, Baja California, Mexico  
I pulled in and parked beneath the shade of a palm tree in the old corral, my stomach rumbling after hours on the road. I couldn’t wait to grab a couple of machaca burritos and a cold drink at the same spot I’ve been visiting since my father
The Corral, Rancho Santa Inés, Baja California, Mexico
September 30, 2026 at 1:02 PM
beezy-bees.bsky.social
꒰ A slow nod. The noises not once horrified her. The creaking, the low roar and shriek of it all...

Her palm... pressed against his own. Her eyes never left that face, though tears started to stain her own. She...

She was secretly angry. Angry at the whole situation. Angry at herself, everyone. ꒱
September 30, 2026 at 1:01 PM
e-v-l-o-v-e.bsky.social
A stone hums in your palm. It remembers your touch. You are the quiet weight of the world, pressing into the earth like a breath held too long. Hush. You are already enough. 🌿
A stone hums in your palm. It remembers your touch. You are the quiet weight of the world, pressing
September 30, 2026 at 1:01 PM
qwantz.com
it's usually gone by sunrise. not always though

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T-Rex: Ghosts! Are they real? Science says no, but the headless bride who walks through walls in my house - T-Rex: - as if following a floor plan that was lost in a past renovation - T-Rex: - says yes! Dromiceiomimus: How does she say yes without a head? T-Rex: Sign language. Dromiceiomimus: Ah. Utahraptor: You know sign language? T-Rex: Learnt it for the bride. Utahraptor: Last question: how does she see YOUR signs without a head? T-Rex: She doesn't, but I trace letters into her palm. Utahraptor: Okay. Well. I'd love to meet her, if that's okay. Narrator: THUS: Off panel: She's nice, but you must get tired of her excusing herself to use the bathroom, then walking through walls to get to it, but that's your kitchen now and then there's ghost pee in the kitchen. T-Rex: ...Yeah. T-Rex: *sigh*
September 30, 2026 at 1:00 PM
lakshay05.bsky.social
CPO Price in India | Market Trends & Pricing Insights

Explore the latest CPO Price in India and understand how global palm oil supply, Indonesian and Malaysian production, biodiesel demand, imports, inventories.

Read the full report here: www.price-watch.ai/palm-oil-pri...
September 30, 2026 at 12:58 PM
vcsjones.dev
Ouch :-(. “Fortunately” the majority of it is on wrist and arm for me, fingertips and most of the palm are okay.
September 30, 2026 at 12:52 PM
pwrpupp.bsky.social
Palm Springs this weekend. 👀

See you at the Mount event at CCBC on Friday or my hotel cum n go on Sunday? 😈😜

Excited do meet some fun studs while visiting 😏

#psgay #gaypalmsprings #chicagogay #blackbottom
September 30, 2026 at 12:44 PM
landseasky.bsky.social
Lemon balm brings gladness
Shaking flowers
Seeds jump to palm

Some flowers fall
Walk away
No longer in disguise
I laugh

I want this too
A little seen
A little hidden
A lot safe
Like little spiders
Among the flowers
For next year’s tea

#poetry #naturephotography #plantphotography #druidsky /|\
Lemon balm plant with browning flowers, their seeds invisibly held in the depth of this small thing. Somewhere, spiders the color and size of those flowers hide. Bright green lemon balm plants that have grown recently among the grasses
September 30, 2026 at 12:43 PM
liszt.bsky.social
Also majority support, incl about half of Dems, for voter ID (double face palm)
WSJ poll chart: 48% of D and 72% of I support photo ID to ensure that only citizens vote
September 30, 2026 at 12:42 PM
fakecelebspotter.bsky.social
Taylor Bowen has been SPOTTED in the back of a police car with her dog at Sunset and Palm in Beverly Hills!
September 30, 2026 at 12:41 PM
liszt.bsky.social
Odds and ends from our survey for WSJ: majority support for "stopping illegal immigration at the border" and "pathway to citizenship for long-term immigrants who contribute to their communities" (face palm)
liszt.bsky.social Jeff Liszt @liszt.bsky.social · 2h
Government selling cheaper Rx direct to customer? Sure thing!
Majority support across partisan lines for a govt website that sells discounted Rx
September 30, 2026 at 12:40 PM