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hillbilly---man · 10 months

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33, 42, and 57 for the ask game :3

Thanks!!

33. something you want to learn

So much!! I've got a 1090 day streak on Duolingo learning Japanese, but I wouldn't say that it counts as studying it really. So I'd like to do that when I get a chance! I'd also like to learn how to be better at art and writing.

Oh!! And I want to learn how to play the bass guitar (I have never even held one before lol)

42. favourite book(s)

This is a tough one because I don't read a lot of books, but a couple of them have stuck with me. They're all nonfiction because that's what I generally prefer lmao

The 99% Invisible City (based on the design podcast 99% Invisible) tells the stories and origins of things you see every day in the world around you. Things like utility markings on sidewalks, official city flags, and those waving inflatable tube guys that businesses use to advertise. Very cool

Also there's another book that I read years ago that honestly changed my life but I have no idea what it was called! It was about the principles of grocery store layouts. Things like the strategy behind where the milk is, or how wide the aisles are. It was foundational to why I am the way I am 🤣

57. favourite animal(s)

I'm generally a "cat person" but that's a boring answer I think. So I'll go with cows I guess! There's a farm near my parents' house and part of their property is the woods by the back yard. So growing up I used to hear the cows angrily mooing from the woods whenever it rained

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releasing-my-insanity · 2 years

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Thoughts on the ACGAS 2020 wedding episode in sort-of chronological order. Under the cut for length and spoilers.

Mrs. Herriot Sr. - No one wants to hear about how you think James is a small child, okay?

I’m honestly relieved that the obnoxious thing Siegfried said was complaining that other people make his life harder by having lives of their own. I was genuinely convinced from the promotional pictures that he said something really bad like “Hope Helen gets pregnant on the honeymoon.” After which Mrs. Hall and Helen would have been justified in committing homicide.

Right Siegfried, because the farmer’s daughter has no idea that springtime is busy. Obviously.

Helen casually destroying Siegfried with a couple of sentences when he’s being obnoxious is great.

CLANCY MY BELOVED YOU’VE RETURNED TO ME!!! *Happy dances because of Clancy.*

Tristan’s like “Wow, a week in North Yorkshire.” Errr. Where are you then? I swear to you I thought Darrowby was in North.

This is why bachelor parties shouldn’t be held the night before the wedding. So no one gets hungover.

Really? You expect me to believe that Maggie would just get them a “yard of beer”? And not say something like “and have Helen murder me? No thanks.” I can literally hear that in her voice.

Speaking of Maggie - OMG Arthur, there are so many red flags. Get out of there. She’s still doing that thing where she smiles affectionately at Tristan when he’s not looking AND she can’t find a single reason why she likes Arthur. She’s not even trying.

Also, wow, no offense to the actor, but Arthur is very bland looking. Could they possibly have styled him in a more boring way?

The part with Helen and Jenny on the roof was so cute.

Oh, oh, Tristan. Sweetheart I’m so sorry Maggie’s being written like that specifically to hurt you. I want to give him a hug so much. He seems very relieved when he realizes it’s Jess. Poor guy must have been having an awful dream.

Siegfried...Why are you like this?

Why on EARTH does Siegfried think Tristan is so incompetent that he can’t even do the simplest job there is? Does he think he can’t eat with a fork too?

At first I felt bad for Wilfred that he’d probably end up with PTSD or hurt or something in WWII. But after he spent the whole thing being a jerk I was just like “Bye, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Oh James. He’s honestly too good for his own good. Honey, Siegfried and Tristan can do that tomorrow. Or George Pandhi can take care of it. You are not the only vet.

James: We could enlist! Tristan: Here’s a better idea. We could not do that. Honestly James, get a grip. Go get married, exercise some “husband-ly prerogatives” (with Helen’s enthusiastic consent and participation obviously), and get some sleep. You’ll feel better.

Err...You guys had six months to get the top floor cleaned up. Why have you done nothing?

Mrs. Hall choosing the box with Evelyn’s veil in it to bring down because clearly Siegfried should be sad today.

Hey look, I was right half right when I decided Siegfried was courting Evelyn before he went into WWI and married her when he got out.

I’m sorry but there is NO WAY Clancy ate the ring box. That was absurd.

I like that Mrs. Hall is wearing her hair in her preferred party style but a touch looser. It’s cute.

Ha at Helen mocking her dad and Jenny for worrying.

*Fingers crossed that Helen’s only the FIRST woman to change her mind about her first fiance and that Maggie will be the second.*

Siegfried’s so good he can tell that a cow’s leg can’t be fixed from ten feet away. Impressive.

I’m curious if Tristan not being able to put down the cow will come up again or if it was just another opportunity for Wilfred to be mean.

Oh wild, Mr. Hall has a first name. Robert? And their son is named Edward? Is this a Twilight joke?

Really? Mrs. Pumphrey would skip a wedding? Especially the wedding of Tricki’s Auntie Alderson and Uncle Herriot? REALLY?

Um, anyone want to help Helen with her skirt and veil in the mud? No? Okay...

Why are there no wedding guests? This seems odd. Do they have no other friends? And the few people who are there are so socially distanced I honestly thought Covid protocols had gone back in time to the ‘30s.

Also why are Anne and Bert not there? If anyone should be there it’s the two people who are the reason this wedding even happened. Even in my most pared-down idea for who they’d have at their wedding I thought Anne and Bert were obvious. And it seems rude to invite Tom to the bachelor party and not the wedding. I’m very confused.

At first I was delighted to hear Sheep May Safely Graze in the church like I’d wanted. But then it went right back to the Bridal Chorus. *Sighs.* Please can we NOT play Wagner right before WWII?

Seriously? James put the ring in his pocket? Does no one trust poor Tristan? When has he ever done anything to deserve this?

“James Alfred.” Called it! Just like the actual guy. Genuinely wanted Helen to be “Helen Joan” though.

This is probably just me but did the whole wedding seem vaguely surreal to anyone else? Like, slightly hazy and like a daydream sequence?

The ceremony was very sweet, but I really wanted more of it. I had hoped for half the episode to be wedding and it felt a tad rushed.

Helen...Tristan is heartbroken, he doesn’t want more reminders that the woman he loves is engaged to someone else. Please don’t fling your bouquet at him.

I like that he offered it to Mrs. Hall who’s still technically married and couldn’t remarry if she wanted to. Like, “here, you’re a safe person to take this.”

I do not like the concept of “traveling clothes.” Let me imagine wedding nights in wedding dresses please. *Imagines Helen putting her wedding dress back on when they get where they’re staying. For important wedding night reasons.*

I know it was meant as a joke, but Helen and James...Starting your marriage off by lying about the day is honestly not a great start. I’ll just assume they actually talked about it a bit later.

That is an exceptionally pretty lake. Excellent job location scouts.

Bet Tristan’s glad to have his bed back. But I also bet he misses having James as a roommate.

Bye bye Wilfred. Please do tell the drill sergeants that they’re doing things wrong, I’m sure they’ll love that.

I was surprised by the second plaque on the pillar, like, there’s so much room on the first one that I thought they would eventually just add names to it. So it would say “Siegfried Farnon. James Herriot. Veterinarians.” Or whatever. (And of course add Tristan’s name in eventually.)

Lol at Siegfried’s pet rat. Wonder if we’ll see it again/What Jess thinks of it.

“Fifty/Fifty everything?” No, Tristan and Mrs. Hall still get paid too. (Yes, I know what he meant, it just made me laugh.)

Helen being like “Married Couple Time Now,” and James being super slow on the uptake cracked me up.

Tristan’s confusion is honestly even funnier. Dude, you make sex jokes at them in like three different episodes. Didn’t it occur to you that they might have sex now they’re married?

Say, don’t drop your suitcase in the hall. Don’t you want to get the condoms out of it? (You can’t convince me they didn’t get condoms so don’t try.)

The bit in their bedroom is very cute.

Am confused by the way that room is laid out. The bed is pretty much right at the top of the stairs and then there’s at least two doors that go...somewhere. Hopefully the layout becomes clearer at some point. But like, nobody go upstairs without knocking.

I stand by what I’ve already said. Tristan dissembled their bed for his own amusement.

Hey James, I’ll tell you three excellent things about living there. 1. It’s conveniently located. 2. You don’t have to pay rent or a mortgage. 3. Mrs. Hall’s cooking >>>> Helen’s cooking.

Siegfried, the phone was a bad idea. Try putting a phone in YOUR bedroom and see how YOU like it.

Genuinely expected Helen to take the receiver off the hook and whoever was on the other end of the phone to have to listen to them make out.

The bit with the phone was funny I guess, but a fluffy episode ending wouldn’t hurt would it? At least Helen’s laughing.

#All Creatures Great and Small #ACGAS 2020 #Mine #I hope this was a reasonable balance of things I liked and things that made me say "huh?' I definitely intended it to be that way.#And several things that sound like complaints are actually just meant to be funny.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Friday 10 July 1835

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no kiss rainy night and morning and F59 ¼° at 8 am wrote a few lines to Cooper to say much obliged for his letter of the 1st instant glad the ponies are well and fit for use and I shall be in York on Monday evening next, and will send them home - then read over copy (French) of letter to Madame de Bourke and wrote copy of one to my landlord in English - breakfast at 9 till at which hour fair and a little sunshine - breakfast till about 9 ¾ - then at Walker pit (Holt there) and in and out till had Mr Husband about 11 - he gave me Brian Helm’s and David Booth’s estimates per measure for the Lodge with Mr Harper’s observations - B- much the lowest for labour - but the highest for stone ashler grit per cubic ft. - desired Husband to tell Mr Harper I should be at the Black Swan in York between 5 and 6 pm on Monday then at the Lodge cutting and had Booth - said I did not think it fair to make any remark but that he was much higher than BH- for the ashler – DB- said he had inquired the price of the man on Harwood well moor of whom Abraham Mallinson got me what I had had - told B- to see in the course of tomorrow if he could get the stone for less - he said his 1 horse cart on tolerable road would bring 1 ton = 15 cubic ft. at once and could go once a day to Greatland moor and twice a day to Harwood well moot - at once a day and at 5/. per day = 4d. per ft. carting - to ascertain the price of the stone and we could soon calculate the carting and then I would alter his estimate accordingly and Mr H- would determine fairly - would not say that I should decide - threw it on H- but my own mind is made up for Booth to have the job? at a rough guess he thought about 600 cubic ft. might be enough - then sometime with A- saw her off on the pony to Cliff hill about 2 ½ pm then in the saddle room (George’s room) with Robert the mason till 5 ½ standing over him while he chiselled and hoed the mortar of the flags - saw he would do nothing without me - wish I had put down new flags, and used these old spoiled ones for the cow house or other things - but too late now - at 5 40 went to the cutting - Mawson and his 5 men (today) finished cutting away for the Lodge this morning and began after dinner cutting away for the bridge over the glen - Mawson just gone when I got there so went to the Stump X Inn - saw Mrs Mawson 1st time - and the 1st time of going there since they came - she a nice respectable looking woman - much pleased when I mentioned giving them a new sign (the arms) went to tell M- that I would have a bearing tried of the stoned in Whiskam road - home at 6 ¼ - dinner at 6 ½ - coffee - read the newspaper - a few minutes out giving orders to George for tomorrow - to take the great bay and Ruthin and go early tomorrow forwards to Greenwood to floor over Hopkins’ cowhouse -then sometime with Marian - tea at 9 - 10 minutes with my aunt till 10 20 then wrote the above of today till 10 40 at which hour F57 ½° - dull showery threatening morning - fair and tolerably fine and rather windy from between 1 and 2 pm for the rest of the day - Holt told me this morning his uncle Samuel Holdsworth had bought the coal now loose in Spiggs land for £350 that they had reserved all that underwater at 30/. per D.W. - Holt said little but advised stopping the goit immediately - said John Oates had just got £20 from Joseph Clarke for use of a road about 40 yards for the last 2 years long thro’ John O-‘s late daughters farmyard (she had a moiety of the farm and left her ½ to her father) and had bargained to have an annual rent of £7 and besides this 3 dozen of coals delivered at his own door at Pump i.e. = £8.10.0

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whileiamdying · 4 months

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Song of Myself (1892 version)

BY WALT WHITMAN

[…]

Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess’d at, What I guess’d when I loaf’d on the grass, What I guess’d while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk’d the beach under the paling stars of the morning.

My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.

By the city’s quadrangular houses—in log huts, camping with lumbermen, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hoeing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase, Scorch’d ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river, Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter, Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish, Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou, Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tail; Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flower’d cotton plant, over the rice in its low moist field, Over the sharp-peak’d farm house, with its scallop’d scum and slender shoots from the gutters, Over the western persimmon, over the long-leav’d corn, over the delicate blue-flower flax, Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest, Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze; Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs, Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush, Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot, Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great gold-bug drops through the dark, Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow, Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides, Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;

Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders, Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs, Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,) Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand, Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it, Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke, Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water, Where the half-burn’d brig is riding on unknown currents, Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below; Where the dense-starr’d flag is borne at the head of the regiments, Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island, Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance, Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside, Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of base-ball, At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter, At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw, At apple-peelings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find, At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings; Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps, Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are scatter’d, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel, Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen, Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks, Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie,

Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near, Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding, Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh, Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds, Where band-neck’d partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out, Where burial coaches enter the arch’d gates of a cemetery, Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees, Where the yellow-crown’d heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs, Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon, Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well, Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves, Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs, Through the gymnasium, through the curtain’d saloon, through the office or public hall; Pleas’d with the native and pleas’d with the foreign, pleas’d with the new and old,

Pleas’d with the homely woman as well as the handsome, Pleas’d with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously, Pleas’d with the tune of the choir of the whitewash’d church, Pleas’d with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, impress’d seriously at the camp-meeting; Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass, Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn’d up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach, My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle; Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek’d bush-boy, (behind me he rides at the drape of the day,) Far from the settlements studying the print of animals’ feet, or the moccasin print,

By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient, Nigh the coffin’d corpse when all is still, examining with a candle; Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure, Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any, Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him, Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while, Walking the old hills of Judæa with the beautiful gentle God by my side, Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars, Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles, Speeding with tail’d meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest, Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly, Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,

I tread day and night such roads.

I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen’d and look at quintillions green.

I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.

I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent me.

I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me.

I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue. I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow’s-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions, The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my fancies toward them, We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged, We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still feet and caution, Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruin’d city, The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe.

I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridegroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.

My voice is the wife’s voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man’s body up dripping and drown’d.

I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steam-ship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights, And chalk’d in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will not desert you; How he follow’d with them and tack’d with them three days and would not give it up, How he saved the drifting company at last, How the lank loose-gown’d women look’d when boated from the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants and the lifted sick, and the sharp-lipp’d unshaved men; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer’d, I was there.

The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn’d for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover’d with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am.

I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn’d with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

I am the mash’d fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear’d the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth.

I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.

Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort’s bombardment,

I am there again.

Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.

I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim’d shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.

Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me—mind—the entrenchments.

#walt whitman #song of myself

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wolfhowlwitch · 7 months

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30 Days of Them (Day 4)

Day 4- Has there been a time where you feel They have sent something to appear to you on their behalf?

She reached out to me by leading me to a crow feather planted like a flag in the ground outside my apartment...shortly followed by a squirrel literally pelting my head with acorns.

He led me past a yard filled with cow statues and decorations (by the dozens) the night that I started to worship Him.

She doesn't really communicate with me in that way but I suppose She's made me much more aware of my surroundings! I look at life and flora and fauna much differently thanks to Her.

He, I think, has a big hand in my mediumship and whenever I see/hear/engage with spirits or ghosts it's hard to divorce that from my worship of Him. in many ways, I think He either sends me those spirits or gave me my gift.

#the wolf speaks #30 days of them #paganblr

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jaketrains · 2 years

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Thomas & Friends: All Engines Go: Series 1 (2021-2022)

Episodes

1. A Thomas Promise (Locations Introduced Tidmouth Sheds The Broke Bridge Quickdraw Bridge The Junction The Tunnel of Zoom The Funnel Tunnel Blue Mountain Hills and Whiff’s Recycle Yard and Characters Introduced Thomas Percy Carly Sandy Diesel Gordon and Whiff: Mentioned)

2. Thomas Blast Off (Locations Introduced Knapford Station and Brendam Docks and Characters Introduced Nia and Cranky)

3. License to Deliver (Locations Introduced The Maintenance Yard McColl Farm The Dark Woods and Vicarstown Lighthouse and Characters Introduced James Annie and Clarabel and The Troublesome Trucks)

4. Rules of the Game

5. A Quiet Delivery (Characters Introduced Emily)

6. Kana Goes Slow (Locations Introduced Wildlife Preserve and Vicarstown Station and Characters Introduced Henry)

7. Dragon Run (Locations Introduced Rolf Castle’s Tunnel and Rolf Castle and Characters Introduced Edward)

8. The Biggest Adventure Club (Locations Introduced The Old Mines The Crystal Cave and The Crystal Locomotive)

9. Percy’s Lucky Bell (Locations Introduced High Desert)

10. Sandy’s Sandy Shipment

11. A Wide Delivery (Locations Introduced Norramby Beach and Characters Introduced Kenji)

12. Counting Cows (Locations Introduced Harwick and The Mail Depot)

13. Music is Everywhere (Locations Introduced Vicarstown Theater)

14. Backwards Day

15. Chasing Rainbows (Locations Introduced Lookout Mountain and Characters Introduced Bulstrode)

16. Nia’s Balloon Blunder (Locations Introduced Crumble Canyon and The Dark and Windy Tunnel)

17. Capture the Flag

18. Mystery Boxcars

19. Super Screen Cleaners (Locations Introduced Wellsworth and Characters Introduced Ultratrain and Trainiac)

20. Overnight Stop (Locations Introduced Vicarstown Bridge The Mainland and Wayland Station and Characters Introduced Hiro: Poster)

21. The Joke is on Thomas

22. Lost and Found (Locations Introduced The Old Quickdraw The Strawberry Field and The Farm with a Pink Water Tower)

23. Thomas’ Day Off (Characters Introduced Skiff)

24. The Real Number One

25. Roller Coasting (Locations Introduced Cannonball Curve)

26. No Problem No Problem

27. The Tiger Train (Characters Introduced Yong Bao and The Other of Mean Engines: Mentioned)

28. The Can-Do Submarine Crew

29. Thomas and Percy’s Eggsellent Adventure

30. Calliope Crack-Up

31. Tyrannosaurus Wrecks (Locations Introduced Vicarstown Museum of History)

32. The Super-Long Shortcut (Locations Introduced Peel Godred)

33. A Light Delivery (Characters Introduced Farona and Frederico: Poster)

34. The Paint Problem

35. A Wonderful World

36. Whistle Woes (Locations Introduced Pumpkin Station)

37. Letting Off Steam

38. Nia’s Perfect Plan (Characters Introduced The Purple Tender Engine: Cameo)

39. Something to Remember

40. Sandy Versus the Storm

41. An Unbelievable Day

42. A Rusty Rescue

43. Ghost Train (Characters Introduced Ghost Train: Mentioned)

44. Hide and Surprise!

45. Pop a Wheelie

46. Goodbye Ghost-Scaring Machine

47. More Cowbell

48. Sir Topham Hatt’s Hat

49. Nia’s Surprising Surprise

50. A New View for Thomas

51. Skiff Sails Sodor

52. Song of Sodor

Movies

Thomas & Friends: All Engines Go: Race for the Sodor Cup The Movie (Characters Introduced Riff and Jiff)

(Characters Introduced)

Thomas the Tank Engine

Gordon the Big Engine

James the Red Engine

Percy the Small Engine

Emily the Emerald Engine

Nia the Kenya Engine

Devious Diesel

Cranky the Docker Crane

Hiro the Japan Engine

Kenji the Electric Engine

Kana the Electric Engine

Ultratrain

Trainiac

Carly the Crane Engine

Sandy the Rail Speeder

Annie and Clarabel

Troublesome Trucks

Boxy

Yong Bao the China Engine

Harold the Helicopter

Riff and Jiff

Farona and Frederico

Bulstrode the Barge

Skiff the Sailboat

Sir Topham Hatt

Edward the Blue Engine (Does Not Speak and Cameo)

Henry the Green Engine (Does Not Speak and Cameo)

The Purple Tender Engine (Cameo)

The Wayland Stationmaster (Cameo)

Whiff the Recycle Engine (Mentioned)

The Other of Mean Engines (Mentioned)

USA Cast

Meesha Contreras as Thomas the Tank Engine

Neil Crone as Gordon the Big Engine

Luke Marty as James the Red Engine

Charlie Zeltzer as Percy the Small Engine

Kayla Lorette as Emily the Emerald Engine

Kintaro Akiyama as Kenji the Electric Engine and Hiro the Japan Engine

Patrick Kwok-Choon as Yong Bao the China Engine

Humberly Gonzalez as Farona

Thomas Santoro as Frederico

Addison Holley as Riff

Evany Rosen as Jiff

Talia Evans as Nia the Kenya Engine

Shomoy James Mitchell as Devious Diesel

Ava Rio as Kana the Electric Engine

Jenna Warren as Carly the Crane Engine

Glee Dango as Sandy the Rail Speeder

Cory Doran as Ultratrain Traninac The Brown Troublesome Truck and Cranky the Docker Crane

Catherine Disher as Annie

Linda Kash as Clarabel

Jamie Watson as The Green Troublesome Truck Bulstrode the Barge and Skiff the Sailboat

Bruce Dow as Harold the Helicopter and Sir Topham Hatt

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Hetalia Platonic Ships Week Day 4 Annual Canadian-American Sleepover

Allen and James had never had the pleasure of experiencing the annual Canadian-American sleepover/prank way before, so the kids all decide to 'initiate them.' Pure chaos ensues.

They all have the sleepover at Alfred's place since it's the biggest.

Full-on prank war starts right out of the gate. Allen and James are immediately initiated by everyone with the oldest trick in the book: getting slathered in maple syrup and chicken feathers. Louisiana teams up with Ontario to terrorize Quebec voodoo-based pranks. Of course, Allen runs damage control makes sure to keep track of what they're doing, and cancel any horrible aftereffects. Nevada runs bets on who falls for what prank. The highest is California falling for the kale snack that's actually grass prank. With Tony's help, Alfred pranks Mathew by beaming down beavers on his head and teleporting him into a giant pile of maple leaves filled with syrup. Mathew immediately retaliates by jump scaring him with a creepy eagle mask every time he enters a room then chases him into the barn where he's covered in ketchup and mustard.

Pennsylvania and New Brunswick team up to switch PEI's hair care products and New Jersey's hair gel. They also replace New Jersey's bottle of soap with Tan in a Can mixed with Cheeto puff powder. Saskatchewan and Nunavut scare New York and make him think Wendigos are after him. New Mexico and Arizona fill every bit of Minnesota's winter gear with desert sand. North Dakota and North Carolina team up against South Dakota and South Carolina in a giant nerf war. Delaware, being Delaware, puts sticky notes on everything. There's can only be one. The Southern States team up to terrorize Florida in revenge for Florida man. They convince Florida she needs to around dressed as all their state football mascots to ward off Florida man who's coming to fight her Alligators.

Arkansas borrows Lousiana's pet pelican and trains it to dive-bomb Alabama and Mississippi with stink bombs. Texas mixes his five-alarm chili seasoning in with food and gets people to eat it. Alfred easily falls for this when it's put in ice cream. Mathew as well when it's put in poutine. Wisconsin makes various cheese replicas of everyday items and replaces them. He'll go around just eating things like a lamp in front of people to subtly frick with them and make them question reality. Oregon tye dyes everything Washington has. Tennesee has trained various chickens to crow at Kentucky at various hours of the day whenever she walks by. Hawaii and Alaska are currently leading on the scoreboard because, despite their unassuming looks, they're little devils, especially when hyped on sugar.

Their most successful one to date would be tying one end of Texas' lasso to Ameriwhale and telling him they found it, giving him the other end, and making him go for a swim. British Columbia and Alberta accompany Maryland who loves subtly messing with Mr. Perfectionist Delaware by moving everything he has in his room an inch over to the right and making everything crooked. Kansas, Nebraska, and Iowa rig a popcorn matching to shoot popcorn at random intervals. James ducktapes Allen's shades to his head and his bat to the top of the tallest tree in the yard. He also trains Kuma to roar in his face every time he turns a corner and turns on Jersey Shore every time he comes close to a TV to get him stuck using that accent for a whole day. Allen retaliates by hiding his hockey stick in a nearby beaver dam, dies all his flannel pink and puts polka dots on them, puts honey in his scruff and hair which makes Kuma chase him down to lick it off. He also rigs his motorbike to be remote controlled (a trick learned from Massachusettes) and attaches the back of his paints to it, making them fly off.

Eventually, things start settling down and everyone starts up the movies and eats pizza. The award for the best prank goes to, surprisingly, Wyoming and Newfoundland who actually are aresponsible for over 20+ pranks with Hawaii and Alaska in a close second and Wisconsin in third for sheer creativity. Wyoming enlists Newfoundland to help her set this up, swearing him to secrecy. Many of their pranks include creating an impossible-to-navigate maze and trick people to go in, being continually chased by prairies dogs, gophers, and various farm animals, rigging various wire traps around the house and whenever someone activates one they immediately get pied in the face, and somehow rigging every toilet in the house to flush and sing Another One Bites the Dust on command. No one knows where they got them or how they managed to do this in such a short time. They were also never caught until the scores are tallied and they revealed themselves after no one could figure out who did most of the pranks. It's always the shy ones.

About five minutes into the movie, New Jersey hits New York with a pillow starting another all-out brawl. Texas immediately goes big with a bean bag chair because it's on like Donkey Kong and his motto is 'go big or go home!' Even Delaware, usually a tightwad, gets crazy and helps West Virginia target, Virginia. All of the New England states hunker down in a pillow fort under heavy fire with the Southern states who also vote unanimously to sacrifice Florida. Oklahoma and the rest of Tornado Alley team up and become a giant collective twister of unstoppable force. The battle of the 48th parallel states and provinces i.e. BC, Alberta, Ontario, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and Ontario vs. Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Washington rages on with South Dakota betraying them for the chance to hit North Dakota and Ontario also going rouge after being booted out. Eventually, though, they reveal their double agent status which decimates both sides. Mathew and James immediately go into hockey mode while Allen goes into baseball mode and Alfred into football mode.

The party shows no signs of slowing as the chaos continues late into the night. Everyone wakes up the next morning to find feathers everywhere, Texas' entire cowboy hat collection on the roof, PEI, Ontario, New Jersey, California, and Quebec are all duct tapped to the ceiling, Kansas is wearing a Dorothy costume while Maryland wakes up surrounded by hermit crabs. Georgia is covered in peaches and Florida is seemingly missing until they find her safe and sound in the pool snoozing on a giant Alligator float still in the Bulldog costume with every other state mascot suit next to her. Manitoba, Utah, Kentucky, and Nebraska all wake up in the barn with the chickens crowing. Texas is sleeping on top of his bull ride with his state flag dropped over him. Alfred wakes up in the bathtub in a Captain America costume and Mathew Wakes up in the shower with a Captain Canada costume on. Allen and James come out of things relatively unscathed with Allen crashed on the couch with his motorbike covered in glitter courtesy of Hawaii and Alaska in the living room and James with Kuma in the garage with Wisconsin's cow and goats. Basically, everything is pure chaos and no one knows what has been replaced by cheese and what hasn't. Needless to say, Allen and James' first annual family prank war/sleepver was a success. See y'all next year!

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Through The Grove

Be wary when driving along a certain road heading north through Staffordshire at a particular time of year. You might have driven some way, and be in that meditative mood that driving brings, when you’re still alert but into the rhythm of the tyres on the road.

The road’s not busy, and you’re driving through that half-world between urban and rural, as if the landscape can’t make up its mind which it is. There’s a low garage that looks as if it should have shut in 1954, but there’s a door open and a car inside being worked on. Then a scrubby field, growing some kind of low crop that you can’t name. A scatttering of houses, one with three cars in the front garden, one with washing flying in the breeze, all nright colours like flags at a regatta. Then an entrance to a farm, with a big board propped by the road which just says EGGS in orange chalk, a field with some desultory cows, more houses, a Nisa store, a tile warehouse, fields, and you listen to the music or maybe the radio, and you drive on, tapping your fingers in the wheel, through a little grove of trees that hang together over the road like a canopy, the light filtering green through their leaves and making it seem as if you are under water.

Then you are out the other side of the trees, and you frown a little as you don’t recognise the landscape, even though you’ve driven this road many times before. They must be doing something industrial, you think, without even knowing who the they are. An opencast mine, a quarry. Everything is dark mud, no trees, no hedges, no fields, just torn up soil and wet slabs of clay that glisten like viscera. No green, just brown.

You tut and think what a terrible job they’ve made of it and how could the council let them, and then you see the family rise up out of a dip in the earth, two adults, two children whose sex you can’t determine because they’re all dressed in ragged remnant and as filthy as if they’d rolled in the earth. None of them walk right, and as you slow, wondering if they’d been in an accident, you see that one of the adults is a man wearing a mask that is slipping off one side of his face. You slow more, but don’t stop. They stumble and limp closer, and you realise that it isn’t a mask slipping off one side of his face, it is his face slipping off, the skin sloughing like a snakes.You jump and stall the car, and it’s then that you notice that in the soil at the edge of the road, there are white knobbles and bumps visible, and in one rut three bony fingers of one hand reaching up from the mud.

Without thinking you start the car again, and drive on a hundred yards. Stop. There’d clearly been an accident, something terrible, wastes, pollutants, how could you leave people in that state. You pick up your phone out of the cup holder to make a call but there’s no signal, and when you look up from it you see more people coming across the fields, scarred and burned and silent. It is as if the world has ended.

I need to get help, you think, and hit the accelerator and drive quick, knowing that you do want to get help but also if you are honest that you do not want to stay on that road amidst the shattered mud any more. In seconds you reach a a little grove of trees that hang together over the road like a canopy, the light filtering green through their leaves and making it seem as if you are under water. When you are through it, there’s a field with some sheep lazily eating. One stops, stares at you for a moment, and then returns to its more interesting business. In the distance, there’s a country church.

When you pull over and climb up on the verge and look back the way you came, you can see back past the little grove. There’s just fields and low hills and a line of pylons and a house set a little way back with smoke coming from its chimney. You think about driving back through the grove but you don’t, not then, not ever, because you always drive a different way if you drive at all, because you spend much of your time at home, in the town, where the streets are what they are.

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Love Finds Its Way PT4

Summary: Preventing Ivar from joining the crew even if well intended might eventually backfire and Ivar's presence brings back not so pleasant memories.

A/N: I hope you like the fourth part of “Love finds its Way” as well. It turned out much longer than the previous parts. Feel free to leave any kind of feedback. 🤗🧡

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

I turned around quickly and adjusted my pirate hat so that it casts shadows over my face. Ivar knew me too well; he would recognize my face immediately. I had no choice but to hide it. But if he had already recognized me, I would be hamstrung, my cover would be blown in front of the entire crew, including the captain, and my plan to find my parents, while forgetting Ivar and leaving the time with him behind, would burst like a bubble. Then the procedure would start all over again.

I was shocked when a hand landed rudely on my right shoulder. Ever since I pretended to be a man, I was treated accordingly. A handshake was no longer a harmless handshake, it was a test of strength. My dainty, rather small hand was gripped and pressed; crushed ruthlessly. It was not uncommon for the men to make fun of my small hands. For them, I was the undersized wimp. As an actual woman, I found it difficult to keep up with them.

I had raised my head slowly and cautiously. I grabbed the brim of my pirate hat and raised it, as a sign of respect, before tilting it again. When the captain stepped past me and went to the crew's table, unmistakably full of meat and pitchers of rum, I sighed in relief. At first I was afraid the captain's hand was originally Ivar's, who might have recognized me. However, my hope that Ivar had decided against this step, joining the piracy or that the captain had refused him, vanished when I saw him follow the captain to the crew.

Our crew was complete, we didn't need another man, which is why I was quite optimistic about Ivar getting rejected, but he had tremendous stamina. When he got something on his mind, he held onto it, no matter how difficult it was, and even if it took a long time for him to achieve. There was hardly anything that he did not claim for himself. Whatever he had done to win the captain over, he was now part of the crew, which meant he would be at sea with us for a long time, on board of a small, overseeable ship that didn't provide much room for a hideaway. Ivar and I would often run into each other and I had the feeling that it would cause a lot of problems. One thing was set as if engraved on stone tablets, I would never be able to forget him. On the contrary, his presence would arouse feelings I had repressed for a long time. It was already difficult for me to keep my distance. It had been two years since I was close to him, let alone exchanged a word with him and I longed for it. Especially now since I saw him physically standing right in front of me.

"Everybody, listen up!", The captain spoke with a raised voice and the laughter of the crew instantly ceased. He grabbed Ivar by the shoulder and squeezed it firmly as he announced the news, “From today on this landlubber here will be part of the crew. He will sail the seas with us, fight, capture and plunder under our flag. - We're well staffed, but we'd definitely like to welcome adventurous, daring youngsters on board of the Rubin, wouldn't we?”, after listening to the captain’s speech, the crew bursts out laughing and roaring, excluding me. If I had the chance to, I would have immediately got him out of trouble. "You are now outlawed, boy - the freedom of the seas lies ahead of you, enjoy it as long as you can!" The captain laughed scornfully.

"Captain!" I cleared my throat. Now I had to sound convincing and at the same time manly enough not to make Ivar prick up his ears. As if it wasn't difficult enough. One crooked tone and my cover would be blown, this time not only in front of the crew, but also in front of Ivar. It was extremely risky to ask for a hearing in this situation, I knew that, but I could no longer stand aside and do nothing.

Since I hardly ever spoke to the captain, he was all the more surprised that I was now standing directly in front of him. My heart sank to my boots as I felt the eyes of the entire crew in me, including Ivar’s and the captain’s. The last time I got so much attention was when I was introduced to the crew and even then, I felt uneasy. I swallowed hard, before I eventually proclaimed my request: “We're already overstaffed, captain! Our supplies are just enough for the crew. In addition, he would just stand in the way, there is no task left that he could take on. That's only wasted supplies, space, and spoil. After all, he is one man more who is eligible of a part of the treasures.", I tried hard to remain standing confidently in front of him. I had never questioned any of the captain's decisions. Under other circumstances I would have held myself back this time too, but the thought of Ivar made me push my limits, especially since I didn't know what he was up to. It could not only harm the crew, who had grown dear to my heart after the long time I’ve sailed with them, but also Ivar himself and I wanted to prevent that.

The captain laughed. He must take me for a joke figure. Taking deep breaths in and out, I tried to stand firmly. The smell of alcohol rises to my nose, no wonder, most of the sailors here were no longer even able to hold their jug upright. At the smell, I felt the rare need to take a sip, to use a bit Dutch courage. "Very true! We are indeed overstaffed, we don't have enough supplies and, as you already said, the ship has no space for another sailor.”, He scratched his braided beard, “I have a better idea! How about him taking your place?”

I did not expect that kind of reaction. Instead of preventing Ivar from joining the piracy, I provoked my own expulsion. My plan threatened to fail miserably. Without a pirate crew there would be no clue to the whereabouts of my family and without a ship I had no means of transportation. I had risked all of that without thinking.

I clenched my teeth with anger. I was now in trouble and I was mad, mad at myself and my own stupidity. “What do you think,” the captain grabbed my shoulders and turned me to Ivar, “which of you two would really be an enrichment to the crew? Obviously, he's not such a wimp (here we go again) like you!”

I bowed my head. First, to avoid Ivar's eyes, and second, because I knew he was right. Ivar was strong, much stronger than an obscure kid like me. I only took care of the inventory and medical care of the men. In the beginning I also participated in fights. I knew how to use a sword, I had secretly taught myself to do it at night behind a bar, but my problem was, I couldn’t, and I didn't want to kill. A human life was far too valuable. How can you sacrifice someone's existence so senselessly? I didn't understand and I never wanted to.

“I'm sure there will be enough space for both of us!”, Ivar said. His voice sounded like music to my ears. The words "I look forward to it", which he had whispered in my ear in that deep male voice, came to my mind and again, a pleasant tingling sensation went through my body that caused my eyes to close for a brief moment. With a smile on my face, I enjoyed the pleasant, warm feeling.

Ivar had reached out a hand, hoping for a forgiving handshake and was waiting for me to shake it, but I didn’t. He was taken aback when I didn't return the handshake and just nodded politely instead. I would have loved to return the gesture, but I preferred to play it safe. During my absence he had surely met some women, maybe it’s been way more easier for him to forget me and all we had, than it was for me, but that still did not assure me that he did not remember my little hands. To be honest, I was hoping he'd remember at least a tiny little thing about me, even though he had every right to want to forget me. After all, I disappeared from his life without a word. Every day I imagined what would have happened if I had stayed, if I had just not paid so much attention to the conversation between him and our foster parents. Each time a different variant of our future came to my mind. Would we be married? Would we already have a child, a young son, or a young daughter? I sometimes imagined us teaching our child how to walk in the meadow in front of the yard, where the cows grazed in the afternoons. If it fell down, it would laugh, and his or her light blue eyes would shine with joy. I was sure our child would have Ivar's eyes.

Whenever I imagined our future like this, I regretted what I had done back then, but then the negative thoughts reminded me of why I had acted the way I did.

I waited longingly for Ivar to return from the market. I always felt overjoyed when I got to see him again after such a long day, but on that evening, I was overflowing with happiness and bliss. After we had finally confessed our feelings to each other and got together, I couldn't wait to feel him in my arms again. I wanted to be enveloped in his body heat and scent again as soon as possible. I wanted to bury my hands in his hair when we kissed. Just the thought of the feeling of his lips on mine made me melt away. They were so warm, soft, and clung to mine as if they were made for each other. After only one time I was already addicted to them, to him. I could hardly wait for him to come back.

It was already getting dark outside. I stood in front of the kitchen window, out of excitement completely forgetting about dinner, and watched the clouds as they rolled by the orange-pink coloured sky. Meanwhile I daydreamed about no less than Ivar to sweeten up the waiting time. I couldn't wait for the daydreams to come true.

When I saw him turn the corner, I was about to open the window and call him. My longing was almost unbearable. But before I could even utter a sound, our foster mother's voice rang out. She sounded extremely worried, and she must have been if she couldn't even wait for Ivar to enter the house. People nearby also took notice of my foster mother's calls and watched the scene for a brief moment before they went back to their own business. Normally Ivar would have come to me first. He would have told me briefly about the events that took place at the market, which were sometimes more and sometimes less exciting, and I told him what had happened on the farm while he was away. He then entered the house, disclosed the revenues to our father, and afterwards the two of them sat down together at the dining table and discussed the following morning schedule before the food was served. Tonight, everything was different. Ivar also noticed our foster mother’s concern and eventually he started to run.

I wondered what it was, that threw our mother in such a turmoil and I wanted to help her, just like she had helped us when Ivar and I were standing completely soaked to the bones and freezing in front of her door and she still took us in not hesitating for even a second. She was always there for us and I tried every day to prove myself grateful for everything she did for us.

I put out the fire of the hearth so that our dinner did not suffer even more damage than it had already suffered because of my dreaminess. To look for my foster mother, I left the kitchen, but stopped halfway and hid behind the door frame that separated the kitchen from the hallway and dining area. Astonished, I listened to the conversation that my mother was having with Ivar. "Look, my son!", Elisabeth, our foster-mother, referred to the article that covered the entire front page of the daily newspaper, "There are important news from the royal family. Your mother, Queen Aslaug, gave birth to a son, your brother!". Queen? I knew he came from a wealthy family, which the noble clothes he wore back then revealed, but I didn't know he came from a royal background. Ivar had never spoken about it, at least not to me. That must be a misunderstanding. Come on, Ivar, say something. My hands grabbed the fabric of the apron I was wearing as I listened tensely to the conversation, which was never meant for my ears.

For a short time, it was quiet in the hallway. Everyone fell silent, including Ivar, even after reading the article carefully he uttered not even a single word. "Ivar!", Elisabeth exclaimed indignantly, as Ivar pushed the newspaper aside and fetched the bag with the money, as if he wanted to move on with the usual daily routine and without paying any more attention to the article. "You can't live like this forever, here with us, on the farm and working for us! You are a prince, you belong to the royal family!", she preached to him, as he emptied out the bag on the table, completely lost in thoughts, and the clattering of the thalers drowned out some of Elizabeth's words. "I'm not going anywhere! My home is right here, you're my home and I'm won’t abandon you", he said, raising his gaze. He looked firmly at Elisabeth and Helge, our foster father. “With the child, the succession to the throne is now taken care of, there is no reason left for me to return!", Ivar said. "You are the child of the first marriage! The son of the once reigning king, to whom everyone looked up! Do not allow your father’s inheritance to go to waste and take the place that you are entitled to, as the legitimate successor of your father!" Elisabeth argued. She just meant well for him. She always wanted only the best for us. "I will never set a foot in that castle again! I will never forgive my mother for replacing my father without further ado! She hasn’t sent out one single ship for us!". I peeped from behind the door frame to Ivar. His eyes reflected the anger and the disappointment as well as the pain that he felt. At that moment I realized where his sleepless nights came from. He had such an infinite burden to bear, the burden associated with the death of his father and that of the rest of his family, for which I felt partly responsible. If only all of this hadn’t happened. His father would still be alive if my father had not attacked him and Ivar would have been in his rightful place, perhaps even king by now.

Now, since I knew that Ivar was not just a noble man, but a prince, I felt very different. My joy was blown away and what remained was the feeling of loss. I did not belong to the higher class. My mother worked as a cook and my father was a pirate. I was the daughter of a pirate, the pirate, because of who Ivars farther, the king, died. So, our relationship was star-crossed. Our future together, which I have always longed for, would remain a dream forever. A relationship between a prince like him and a woman of the lower class like me would never come to a happy end, only to an end full of sorrow and pain. If I couldn't spare him the death of his father, couldn't take away the pain of the past, I wanted to spare him at least all the pain of the future.

"Ivar, keep your father in mind! Do it for him. I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted anyone but you as his successor!", because of the ongoing heated discussion, all three of them were distracted enough for me to sneak into my room unnoticed. I sighed deeply as I closed the door behind me. I remembered the morning. I've never been as happy as when he confessed his feelings to me. The memory of the following kiss brought tears to my eyes. The sad thing was not the kiss, it was the thought that it would be the last one. From an early age, I abhorred goodbyes, but none of them hurt as much as saying goodbye to my one and only great love. I have to go, and I have to hurry before they notice me. Just as the tears were threatening to fall, I wiped them out of my eyes. I didn't own many things, so, that saved me from having to carry heavy luggage. I just reached for my cape that was lying on my bed. As I hung it around my shoulders and as I let my eyes wander around my little chamber, a shell catched my eye. The Arcida shell has a unique shape and I liked it very much, even more because it was a gift from Ivar. One day Ivar found the shell entangled in the fishing net and he decided to gift it to me. "Look what I caught, just for you!", he had said as he presented the shell.

I took my only keepsake of him and carefully put it in the little bag I always carried around my hip. In this bag I usually kept several variations of medicinal herbs, which I, if necessary, administered to the animals, such as mint for maldigestion.

Not only bidding farewell to Ivar, but also to my foster parents was extremely difficult for me. They raised me like their own child, taught me important life lessons, loved me, and stood by my side throughout my life. I couldn't have wished for better foster parents and I would be grateful forever. I hoped I’d someday get the chance to see them again.

Before I finally left the house and the people I loved behind, I took my pen and ink and wrote a letter to Elisabeth, Helge, and Ivar. In the end, I didn't have the heart to leave without saying goodbye to them.

Dear Mother, Dear Father

I'm terribly sorry and I wish I could stay, but I have to go.

I thank you with all my heart for everything you had done for me. You have always been there for me, you have never rejected me, even though you knew where I came from.

I have found a new home and a family in you and I will be grateful forever.

Thank you for everything and may God protect you

In Love Y/N

While I was writing the letter, I couldn't choke back my tears. They ran down my cheeks, but before they could drip on the paper, I quickly wiped them away.

My beloved Ivar

I remember the day we met as if it were yesterday. I thank God for placing you on my way, I just wish it would have been a different occasion that led us to each other.

Ivar, please don't get me wrong, I love you with all my heart, but I fear our love will not have a future. Our destiny is too different.

I know you are destined for greatness and I ask you to promise me that you will follow your destiny, I firmly believe you will succeed. Your father would be proud of you!

I wish you all the best of the future and may God always accompany you on your way.

In Love Y/N

Quickly I wrote the letter addressed to Ivar before stepping out of the window into the darkness. The sun had set about three-quarters of an hour ago. Only the light of the moon and the stars guided me through the darkness.

One last time I looked back before I started running. It’s only a matter of time until someone would notice that I was gone, so I had to hurry up. I didn’t know where I was supposed to run, I hadn't thought about it yet. I just tried to get away as soon as possible, so I ran as far as I could in that short amount of time.

After a while I found myself at the harbor. The wind howled and spread ice cold air. The waves hit the ships, causing them to shake. I stood in the middle of the impending storm, trembling in the cold, looking for a refuge. Trying to shield myself from the cold wind, I covered my upper arms and walked along the harbor. I listened to the sound of the sea and the salty smell of the sea reached my nostrils.

If I kept staying there, in the exact same city, Ivar would sooner or later find me and I knew that if I saw him again, I couldn't bring myself to leave him again. Consequently, I had to leave the city as soon as possible. Coincidentally, I became aware of how some men were constantly carrying boxes on board of a ship. Individual men on deck readied the ship for departure, which implied that this ship would soon be running out of port. This was my chance. So, I grabbed it without thinking too much about it and mingled with the men carrying heavy wooden boxes who gradually boarded. This was the second time I boarded a ship without permission, but this time I made sure it wasn't a pirate ship. It was a merchant ship, which I recognized by the infinite variations of goods. From rare fabrics through to exotic spices, they had everything. The ship would go to several mercantile cities and I decided to jump ship after arriving at the next port.

Before I knew what was happening, the ship had already left the harbor and I officially left everything I connected with the small town behind and sailed towards a new stage of life.

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There and Back Again: Going back home

My hometown is a lot bigger than the place I currently live in and it's not just bigger in population, it's spread out it sprawls from miles but there's nothing there. There is nothing but street after street and miles and miles of abandoned, boarded-up, and decaying buildings. All of them are relics of a time when the oil field was booming and people actually stayed and made families there.

The oilfield picked up in the 2010’a again, but no one seemed to put down roots. They chase the money, leaving homes, pets, and friends scattered in their wake. There are hundreds of abandoned auto garages, abandoned wholesale dealers, empty boarded-up motels, theaters and stores, parks where no one plays in anymore.

This is nothing new. When I was a child and Mom would drive up 2nd Street to my grandmother's house, we would pass this old garage. At one time it was called the Elite but all the letters had been worn off of the name painted on the side, so the only thing visible was E,l, t,e. For 40 years I thought it was the El Te garage, before going back and reconciling what was left of the sign with my childhood memories.

The place where my grandmother's house used to be is overgrown with willow trees-- or what look like willow trees at 45 mph. Nature has completely reclaimed it and you could not tell any buildings were ever there.

That's another thing I was astounded at: how much greener the place looked than the last few times I came there. The area I live in now is baked to a cruise after osp with a few scraggly weeds breaking through the dried cracked up soil. In my hometown I passed houses with yards full of deep green grass.

There is a sadness that falls on me like a damp blanket whenever I come and whenever I leave again. Like a young person committing suicide, my town had so much potential. but it gave up and died.

But to the untrained eye, my hometown, while abandoned, is absolutely verdant.

The They Call Me Big Deuce EP, the solo effort from a rather young rapper who’d founded HollywoodUndead, is the perfect soundtrack for any time I go back. The inner-city rap stuff goes well with the sprawling squalor and squandered potential that permeates the air.

Yes, my hometown is like a young girl that dies at her own hands during puberty: glorious potential and beauty forever lost with only memories and relics remaining. It is a harbinger that consumes whole families like my sister Terri’: her husband and daughter committing suicide 15 years apart, and in the meantime she loses weight, sanity, lung function and the will to live. Her meth addicted, ex-convict youngest daughter left to carry on alone, causing everyone, including herself, to wonder why out of everyone, she survived.

My sister’s death lives in the majority of the lyrics of that album. Highway 87 runs the length of town from the turn off outside of town that leads to the house I grew up in, to the business my grandfather built and left to my father,that died with me when I left town in search of something better, and finally running out of town and past the cemetery where Mom, Dad, my paternal grandparents, and my beloved niece LeAnn are all buried. I would dive the length of that highway from end to end screaming out the lyrics of Sometimes at the top of my lungs, as full of angst and confusion at 45 as I ever was at 15.

Sometimes I feel like I'm falling in this mes Somehow I still feel so upset Sometimes I feel like the world was gonna end Somehow I feel like i was wrong

There is FM 700 that goes around the past the hospital where my mom and sister died, where I would spend a week with pneumonia right after Terri’s death, laying naked under that crappy hospital gown, tubes running everywhere, too weak to even use the restroom on my own with the lyrics:I took my whole fan base back, I managed to get myself back up, Back to rappin' looped in a never ending stream through my head until I was able to be released.

FM 700 also took me to my first teaching job at, what 30 years previous had been the best school in town, but now was deep in the hood. It took a good 7-8 minutes to traverse the town every morning and the song I chose to fortify myself with as Blood on my Hands.

I got blood on my hands And these streets keep gettin' colder But I won't stop for nothing, no Forty four, man, tuck them gone There's blood on my hands And these streets keep gettin' colder But this time it's me and Truth, we gettin' down Cause in the land of the deaI wear the crown

I would come screeching into the parking lot at 7:15 am, my baby gangsta rap mixing with the hardcore rap booming from the cars of tattooed, packing, gang member, drug addict and dealer parents, screaming and cussing at their kids among the cacophony of rape, robbery and murder coming from everyone else’s speakers. My HHR pumping out Deuce seemed positively quaint.

After work I would start to unwind with the Foo Fighters and I would cruise down 3rd street as far as it would go,then turn around and come back up 3rd, turning on to the North Side where I would eat dinner at the Spanish Inn and then cruise 87 again, this time listening to Breaking Through, trying to remember every time over the last 40 years that Terri and I had hung out, and how she and her daughter LeAnn were the only two people who ever had my back for so many years. But most of the time grief clogged the pipeline of my memories, and all I could do was roll the windows down, throw my head back and sing:

Fight, fight with me We'll make it through, through again now I see Where I'm gone Gone to find my home Lonely Crawling through these dark walls Finding hope if hope still existsF But I can see the things you put me through I felt this way, I felt this way for so long And all the pain I felt in this life Gone in this

Five years later as I write this, I still feel it all.

My sister has no grave. She was cremated and who knows what was done with her ashes. I leave town with one more drive down 3rd street. I take one more look at Lou’s Bar, drive past the pile of rubble I always called the El Te garage, the huge building with washed burgundy paint where you can still make out the words STEREO WAREHOUSE, the old skating rink, the rock house where my best friend used to live. When I was a child across from Mimi’s house was a huge, green piece of land rimmed by a bright white fence. Outside was a sign with a Hereford cow painted on it. Five years ago, when I left town, the fence was still there, the sign was faded and there was a Confederate flag waving defiantly in the wind. When I left this time,there was nothing there but mesquite trees.

You would think it would be liberating to take to I-20 West, and watch my hometown disappear in the rearview mirror. Leaving feels as sad and empty as arriving does. I am leaving a handful of friends, many graves, ghosts and memories. and my niece, whom for better or worse i mos the last connection to my mom and sister.

The End

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1831 Sunday 9 October

7 40/.. 10 1/2

Incurred a cross last night and another this morning thinking of π [Mariana] lay three quarters hour this morning about -

Very fine morning - Fahrenheit 63°. now at 7 50/.. - down at 8 1/2 - breakfast - out at 9 1/2 for an hour - walked along the town and the marine parade - the marine hotel evidently the one to go to and not very far from the quay - go by daylight, and then easy to get comfortably settled - some very nice little gothic places far better than cottages along the marine parade - 1 or 2 gable-ended houses with gothic 2 stories of windows 4 lights each - 2 projecting in front and one on each side

[Anne’s drawing of the gothic windows]

- that might do very well for the gable ends at Shibden then walked thro' the town to where we landed last night from East Cowes - the Medina (medeena) or Newport river, the wooded hills and towns creeping along the margin of each, very pretty - Cowes too, is the yatch station - I should prefer it to Ryde?

On going back to the Inn, the driver came to be paid - he asked 6/. a day - had Mr. Webb, the master of the house up - he said a man should have 5/6 a day for that their masters paid them nothing but a boy like that (like the one who drove me) should have 4/. so gave him after that rate -

Off in the Malmesbury Steamer from Cowes at 10 3/4 - very pretty look back upon the town (West Cowes) see little of East Cowes and hardly any of the river - leave it hid behind West Cowes - just get a peep of the top of East Cowes (Mr. Nash) he there because the flag flying, and of the top, soon after, of Norris Castle where the duchess of Kent's flag was flying - At 11 1/4 pass the little thick low round Calshot Castle (like Hurst Castle) and enter the Southampton river - the little thin tall Castle Tower we saw before was Eaglehurst - small boat from the Thames landed at 12 5/.. -

Back at the Crown Inn (very civil people but very b.g. 2nd. rate, tavern-kind of house) - at 12 10/.. - carriage packed - read this morning's globe, every column in mourning for the throwing out of the reform bill by a majority of 41 lords - all the bps. [bishops] against but Norwich and Chichester - Lord Wynford spoke much and well against the bill -

Off from Southampton commonly here shortened to Southton at 1 3/4 - fine looking town - in 7 or 8 mins. [minutes] at Northam bridge 1st. and 2nd (a handsome wooden 5 arch-bridge and then at a very short distance a bridge (wood?) of one arch) both over the lake-like river Itchen which is here very beautifully skirted with wood and gentlemens seats, and altogether a beautiful scene with shipping and Southampton to the left behind us -

At 2 10/.. on Netley common, a heathery moor, bounded (right) by fine wood thro' which beautiful peeps of the Southampton river - poor land in all directions about Southampton, even along the beautiful banks of its river - land here almost as poor (but not so white sandy) as from Poole to Swanage - all the land along the coast from Southampton to Weymouth poor even if no farther, which I have not seen - at 2 1/2 fine view of Calshot castle and across the channel - Cowes and just see Ryde - and then in a minute or 2 get into enclosed land again - at 2 38/.. Bursledon bridge (wood) over wide lake that goes to Botley 2 miles left and to the Southampton river right - very picturesque good village scattered round its margin, chiefly whitish straw-thatched ivy-covered houses -

At 2 50/.. Titchfield common and from here and afterwards fine views of the Isle of Wight - could distinguish the watch tower on St. Catherine's hill - at 3 1/4 pass thro' one end of Titchfield apparently neat little town - Fareham at 3 42/.. one long neat, good street - change horses at Harris's far end of the town, having passed the better looking Inn, a large white hart - just below the Inn cross bridge over lake-like water with neat houses round its edge and wood and vessels - very pretty as at Bursledon - then rise little hill and fine view of the water and shipping and of Gosport or Portsmouth or both -

At 4 turned down the pretty little neat village of Porchester to the castle and there at 4 5/.. - walked about in the castle yard and could find nobody till I went out and got a man to take me to the concierge of the castle who was busy shewing about some people - the parish church is in the castle yard - the Saxon arch of the great west door is strikingly beautiful - the north side of the church and roof too very much covered over with ivy - went to the top of the great Keep Tower 103 feet high and 7 stories - in this and the smaller square Tower 8000 French prisoners were lodged during the last war over whom 300 soldiers mounted guard every day - the part where queen Elizabeth lived quite ruined - the great square Keep Tower said to be Roman Saxon and norman architecture - not easy to me to distinguish the 3 periods - Low water on the sea would have washed the south wall of the Porchester castle court - just out of the village of Porchester, the road lies along the low narrow gravelly beach a large surface beyond it being all green as the water makes it and close, left, is Portsea down (or Portsdown?) -

The Keep Tower at Portchester Castle [Image Source]

At 5 1/2 turn left thro' the neat good little village of Cosham down to Portsmouth - do not see any stayable Inn in Cosham - enter Portsmouth at 6 5/.. under two deep arched gateways, a regularly fortified (double walled with boulevard and trees innermost) town, the only one I ever saw in England; nor was I even that such an one existed -

Alighted at the George hotel at 6 10/.. - at last a good first rate Inn again - what a comfort - handsome 3 windowed sitting room, so ordered a dinner soup-potatos and broccoli, and boiled bread pudding and 2 bottles soda water - all good - dinner from 7 25/.. to 8 - before and after wrote out the whole of this of today, and inked over and settled accounts till now 9 10/.. -

Found letter this morning at the Crown Southampton post office date 7th. instant 2 1/2 satisfactory pp. [pages] from Miss H- [Hobart] Richmond park - both she and Lady S- [Stuart] were 'Terribly annoyed at what we thought the overthrow or throw over'....all quite comfortable again - Miss H- [Hobart] thinking it a great triumph that her wishes should be stronger than Lady S- de R-'s [Stuart de Rothesay's] arguments - says Lady Alicia (Gordon) will not stay more than 3 nights and if I wait till the 13th. may be sure of my bed again at the Lodge - very fine day - Fahrenheit 64°. now at 9 1/4 p.m.

[Margin] Saw Chichester cathedral from Porchester castle

[Margin notes] x L

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/14/0131 - SH:7/ML/E/14/0132

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Wednesday 17 June 1835

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good kiss last night very fine morning F59° in dressing and 65 ½° in study at 7 am - writing copy of letter in answer to 1 of the applicants for the Lightcliffe Sunday school - out before 8 to tell Sugden’s son who came for Ruthin the gin horse to take him to Bradford fair, not sell him for less than £15 - then with the workmen till 9 ¼ - breakfast at 9 ½ - sat talking wrote A- copy of note to Mrs W. Priestley A- and I walked on the flags in the garden - wrote the above of this morning and out again at 11 25 - sometime with the men - 2 masons and a boy at stable new door 2 plasterers Charles and James H- and Carter at stable new door and sawing for stall heads and posts and Robert S- and his man siding the part taken from the cow-house (at coach house) and setting gate-posts in the afternoon between farm-yard and coach house court - went into the Conery wood about (after) noon - George had mown a trace upon it - worked hard and got myself into a great heat pruning and cutting down young sycamores and ashes to set free oaks - then at the pit - all going on well - great deal of water running down into the upper bed old works - home about 2 ¾ - stood by the post-setters (masons, and joiners) all of them so heavy till heavyish rain came on and I got chill after my heating and came in before 4 – some time with my father and Marian - took hot port-wine and water (2 glasses) which rather warmed me again then took off the wettish boots, and changed my pelisse and dozed or slept on the sofa in the blue room near an hour till 5 20 - then read a few pages of the Life of Andrew Marvell till A- came home at 6 - dinner at 6 ½ - had forgot the letter about Lightcliffe school made a new letter and copied it and then wrote it out and sent off at 8 ¼ to ‘Mr W. Powson master of Sandford school near Brough, Westmorland’ - written in the name of Messrs. Whitley and Booth - then coffee - near ½ hour with my father and Marian then tea upstairs at 9 - sat talking A- rode to Cliff hill this afternoon - her aunt very glad to see her and satisfied and pleased at the style of cool but civil answer she means to write to Mrs W. Priestley’s note of yesterday - Sugden’s son brought Ruthin the gin horse back this evening from Bradford fair - had only £12 bid for him - 25 minutes with my aunt till 10 5 - very poorly all today - has never been so poorly since my return from Copenhagen - wrote so far of this page till 10 25 - fine morning tho’ rather hazy and clouded over - rain from about 3 ½ to 5 this afternoon - afterwards fair and tolerably fine - F64° now at 10 25 pm letter tonight from Mr. George Cooper York - the ponies will not be fit to come home just yet - will write again to fix the time - has been much alarmed for the elder pony - both have had the distemper - does not wish them to return till quite well

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The Titan’s Curse Timeline (SPOILERS) -Made by Yours Truly-

2007 (Year 2 in Riordanverse)

(TTC is in the winter directly following SOM)

December [TTC Begins]

• 14th - Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia arrive at Westover Hall to meet with Grover about two strong-smelling half-bloods who are "A brother and a sister. They're 10 and 12." [page 7]; they fight with the manticore; the Hunters show up, "defeat" the manticore and Annabeth falls with him over the edge of the cliff; night = Hunters make camp and Bianca joins them

• 15th - dawn = Apollo shows up and gives them a ride to camp and let's Thalia drive; night = Percy has dream/vision of Annabeth taking the burden from Luke

• 16th - Percy tries and fails to talk to the Oracle; after dinner = capture the flag campers vs hunters; Hunters win for the 56th time in a row, Percy and Thalia get into a fight, and they get interrupted by the Oracle walking towards them; Zoë gets prophecy about Artemis and the quest; camp counselors, Chiron, and Mr D discuss prophecy and decide that Zoë, Bianca, Phoebe, Thalia, and Grover are going on the quest [it is during this conversation that they say it is Sunday, and that upcoming Friday is the 21st, making this day the 16th. It is these dates that made me decide that SOM and TTC happened in 2007, and TLT in 2006, and so on]

• 17th - very early = Percy rescues a cow serpent ("Bessie"); Percy uses Blackjack to sneak out of camp and starts following the quest group (minus Phoebe because of centaur blood on t-shirt); He gets caught by Mr D but he lets him go; they all get to D.C. and go into the space museum (Percy uses Annabeth's invisibility cap); Percy finds room with the General and Luke and sees them grow skeletons from the ground; the group fights and defeats the Nemean Lion; they escape; evening = train ride from Apollo in disguise

• 18th - they arrive in New Mexico; the skeletons catch up with them and they fight them and Bianca stabs one and makes it erupt into flames; they get a giant boar ride from Pan; evening = in the dessert they find out Bianca and Nico stayed at the Lotus Casino for 70 or so years; Percy has a talk with Aphrodite; after dark = they travel across Hephaestus junk yard, fight Talos, and Bianca dies

• 19th = they get to the Hoover Dam; as Percy is trying to escape the skeletons, he runs his sword into Rachel and she helps him get back above ground; evening = angel statues gives Percy, Thalia, Grover, and Zoë a ride to San Francisco

• 20th - morning = get to San Francisco; they find Nereus and find out that Bessie (the Ophiotaurus) is the dangerous animal Artemis was hunting; manticore sneak attack; they're saved by Dionysus (and he calls Percy by the correct name); Grover goes with Bessie to CHB where from there they'll go to Olympus; Percy, Thalia, and Zoë meet Annabeth's dad; close to sunset = hey borrow his car and drive to Mount Tamalpais; sunset = they enter the garden of the Hesperides; fight/escape around Ladon (Zoë gets bitten); dark = they get to the top and find out that the General = Atlas = Zoë's father; during the fight with Atlas, Percy takes the sky from Artemis and she tricks Atlas into taking the burden from Percy; the monster army is almost to the top and about to attack when Luke falls off the cliff and Mr Chase comes flying and shooting to the rescue; Zoë does and Artemis turns her into a constellation; Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia ride Pegasi towards Olympus

• 21st - early morning = they get to Olympus; the gods end up deciding not to kill Percy or the Ophiotaurus; Thalia joins the Hunt (and therefore doesn't turn 16 the following day); the Olympians throw a party and we get a Percabeth dance; Percy, Annabeth, and Grover return to camp; Percy breaks the news to Nico and finds out he's a child of Hades when the remaining skeletons come to attack but are swallowed up by the ground; Nico runs away; Percy, Annabeth and Grover look for Nico but can't find him; Chiron tells Percy to spend the holidays at home; Annabeth tells Percy she's going to stay with her dad in San Francisco and keep an eye on Mount Tamalpais; the book ends with Grover running up to them and staying Pan spoke in his mind: "I await you."

[TTC Ends]

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TTC Prophecy

Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,

Campers and Hunters combined prevail,

The Titan's curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent's hand

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The Lightning Thief Timeline

The Sea of Monsters Timeline

The Battle of the Labyrinth Timeline

PJ & the Sword of Hades (Short Story) Timeline/Summary

PJ & the Bronze Dragon (Short Story) Timeline/Summary

The Last Olympian Timeline

HOO Timelines (leads to TLH)

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