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wandurlvst · 4 months ago

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camping the night

the drover x gn!reader

notes: so guys like WHY ISNT THERE ANY FAN FICS ABOUT THE DROVER??? I SEARCHED BOTH AO3 AND TUMBLR IM SO MAD. i feel like thanos “fine. i’ll do it myself 🗿” type shit. i'm also writing this while im watching the jimmy kimmel interview with hugh and ryan- you can tell im obsessed

warnings: the scene of him bathing only i’m gonna rewrite it sorta?, the sexual tension omfg, hugh jackman (he’s a warning in and of itself in the good way) im not even going to try to attempt to use over the top australian slang since i am NOT australian myself and i do not want to get anything wrong

“aight, let’s rest up here for the night.” the drover said as you two approached a large tree. it was a frequent spot to stop at on long trips like these to the city.

you followed him, leaving the small group of cattle to graze the little amounts of grass that was around. hopping off your own horse, you hitched him on the tree.

“let’s see about starting a fire- wake up early tomorrow to get a head start.” the drover unpacked his things. you had been accustomed to this life ever since you were a child. your father—joined the war, died. your mother, gotten sick from TB, died. so, this life adopted you instead of the other way round.

luckily, you met the drover at the local bar. who helped you pick your life up and start new—start fresh. he saw your skills on horseback- knew how to herd cattle from your father before he went off to war. you had many skills, as one does, but droving was your strongest.

“hey.” he snapped his fingers in front of your face, which brought you out of your thoughts. “quit horsin’ around. start collecting firewood yeah?" he ordered. "alright- quit your shouting." you protested, "i don't want to hear it, just get to work."

time passed and night fell quickly. you two spent the night chatting, sharing a meal and everything in between. you always enjoyed the moments you and him had together--small or big. from then on, your feelings for him only grew. which wasn't a surprise. he was caring in his own way- always looked out for the people around him.

you were in your own thoughts watching the cattle--making sure they don't wander off. leaning against the tree while sitting on the floor, barely keeping awake.

you yawned, turning back to the camp to check on drover--you found him bathing. this usually doesn't happen. you've seen him shirtless countless times but nothing like this.

you quickly looked away--leaning back against the large tree. thinking to yourself and processing the sight before you. from what you saw at the sudden glance--he was lathered in the soap, chest to hips. you couldn't help yourself and peeked again, this time you watched each and every little detail.

he picked up a bucket of water he filled earlier--tipping it over his head and letting it pour over his body. you couldn't look away this time. it was like you were forced to watch every second and you didn't mind at all. you barely noticed the heavy breathing coming from your mouth.

the drover turned around but before he could see you taking a peek you returned to your position sitting against the tree. then, footsteps started approaching you, “oh crikey…” you sighed.

the drover was leaning against the tree using his arm, he looked down at you. “you rest, i’ll watch em” he said in a low voice. you looked up and was greeted by his dripping wet frame.

the water soaked the top of his pants, you watched as droplets were still trickling down his chest and over his abs. you were in your own world and you didn’t hear anything he said.

but of course, he noticed. “oi. what’s wrong- ya burnin up?” kneeling down, he held his hand to your forehead—likely because he saw how red you turned in the face. he was so close you could barely function properly.

“i- uh-“ stuttering only escaped your mouth, you needed space. the mere proximity of him overwhelms you. “no- i’m just…” you stood up and he did the same. you were face to face with him again—your plan to distance yourself for air was futile.

you felt his breath on your face, his own body heat adding to your own. “i’m just tired.” avoiding his eye contact, he held your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. “i’m sure it’s more than that.” he said softly, he placed his hands on your exposed arms, the drover felt how the rest of your body was affected by him.

“need a bath of your own to cool down, hm?”

#hugh jackman #the drover australia #the drover #australia 2008 #the drover x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #the drover 2008 #ONCE CHANCE HUGH PLS #IM TWEAKING #GUYS PUT ME DOWN

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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 months ago

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Drover x younger fem!reader

Summary: Drover doesn't take it too kindly when men disrespect your innocence.

Genre: hurt and comfort, fluff

Warnings: misogyny, fictional age gap (23/35), shy!reader, implied sexual feelings/actions, creepy men, asshole man implies sexual assault, sexual harassment, non-sexual and sexual innocence kink? fighting, blood, bruises, swearing, probably bad Australian slang bc i got confused looking it up…

~ i just want a hot man to absolutely beat the living crap out of someone over me…sigh ~

You haven't been in Australia for long, having just arrived from a small town in England, and you feel very homesick for the first days, missing your Mother and your home, but around a week later, you caught a glimpse of him tending your father's horses as you hung up the laundry. You fiddle with the material of your damp undergarments as you can't help but stare.

"Y'know, it really isn't proper to stare," Emily, one of your kitchen-maid pipes up from behind you. She wipes her hands on her apron but her sharp eyes also follow the man, who is now using his whip to round up the horses. He's too focused on the task at hand that he doesn't see the two pairs of eyes on him . "Although, Mr. Drover is quite good-lookin'."

Emily is a little younger than you, still merely a teenager, and she lets out an admiring sigh. "You shouldn't linger. He's trouble," she pauses and adds, "Isn't Rose supposed to finish with the laundry?"

You shake your head, still looking at Drover from the corner of your eye. Your father often spoke highly of a man with that name. "Rose looked exhausted so I sent her to bed," you reassure Emily and smile at her "I don't mind finishing up here."

Emily nods, looking at Drover again and when she understands what you want, she skips into the house one last look towards you and a grin.

You shake out one of your fancier dresses and go on your tip-toes to hang it on the line. You watch Drover from the corner of your eye but suddenly you jump when you hear a hoarse voice from right beside you. "Miss Y/n." You whip your head around, eyes round as your stomach drops.

It's Mr. Walker. He works for your father, as an advisor of some kind for his finances, and he has an annoying tendency to show up whenever you're alone.

"H-hello, Mr. Walker," you say, your voice more shaky than you'd intended as you back away from him. He's grinning at you like you're some flashy new toy for him to mess around with. You don't like it.

You glance around the yard. This time, you're truly alone. You begin to wonder if Emily or Rose could hear you from inside if you screamed—but you wouldn't want them near this man either.

"New dress?" Walker presses as he glances at you up and down, admiring how you look in your plain working dress. You hadn't even done your hair and Walker sends you a surprised look. "Such an interesting child, hanging her knickers outside," he drawls with a cruel smirk. You hate when he calls you that. You aren't a child. You'll be turning twenty-three in a few months and he's only around six years your senior. "Real wild one, hm? Such a sweet thing."

You back up even further as he moves closer, reaching up to touch you, and you frown. "Don't talk like that," you scold.

His expression shifts and he clutches your chin in his hand, causing a little gasp to escape your lips. "Don't you talk back to me, kid," he snarls. "Your father didn't teach you any manners, did he?"

"Oi!" Another man's voice interrupts and you hear the hooves of a horse against the dirt. "Remove your hand, let's not start somethin'." You turn your head, stomach flipping as Drover jumps down from his horse, his eyebrows knitted as he looks at you and Walker.

"Don't ya have some farm animals to play around with, old man? Hurry along now," Walker challenges him but he drops your chin and you stumble back, hiding behind some of your linen as you regain your bearings. Walker runs a hand through his dirty blond hair and adjusts his blazer.

You can tell Drover hates the comment by the way his fists clenches but with one look towards you, his shoulders untense. He takes a breath and turns his head back towards Walker. "Why don'tcha rack off," he warns, "I can guarantee the master of the house wouldn't be too happy to hear you've put your hands on his daughter."

Walker takes this as a threat and his jaw clenches. The tension becomes thicker and you hold your breath. Instead of anger, Walker smiles and it makes you sick. "See you around, Miss Y/n," he bows his head and then turns around, leaving you and Drover alone in the yard.

You let out a sigh. "Are you alright?" Drover's attention is only on you now as he rests a hand on his hip and you can't help but admire the way his bicep flexes. Seeing him up close, seeing the sweat that makes his tanned skin shimmer and the way his brown hair lays messily across his forehead is making you flustered.

He's beautiful.

"Hey, you alright?" he repeats, his eyes narrowing as he smirks.

Your eyes widen. "Oh, y-yes, thank you," you say, walking out from behind the linens. Your cheeks feel warm when you see Drover's eyes very obviously rake over your entire body. Your hands clench around your dress. "Thank you," you say again, your voice smaller this time.

Drover smirks. "You're welcome, sweetcheeks."

Immediately, you could faint. You desperately need a fan right now.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Drover asks, walking closer as he reaches up and his rough fingertips skim your skin where Walker had held onto you. "Crikey, he's such a dick."

You nod, eyes round like a school-girl with a crush and Drover makes eye contact with you again. He sees the look in your eyes and he pulls his hand away. He backs up and clears this throat, tipping his hat. "Glad I could help, Miss," Drover says, much more stand-of-ish than earlier, and as he walks away you're left on your own and wondering why he'd basically fled from you.

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Drover's hand drums on the bar counter, a concentrated look in his eyes as he replays the interaction he had with you a few weeks prior in his head. He stares at his whiskey and finishes it in one quick gulp. Fuck, he shouldn't think these things. You're a lady. You're a precious little thing, too damn innocent for the likes of him. He'd break you.

"She's a looker, that's for sure." Drover overhears the loud drunken words and looks across the bar, his eyes narrowing. He sees Walker and a few of Walker's friends sitting at a table, drinking and smoking cigars as they laugh loudly. "Sweet pair of norks and a tight bum," Walker hums appreciatively, making a crude gesture with his hand, as if squeezing someone's breasts. Drover's mind races while simultaneously going blank with annoyance.

"I could make her fuckin' scream for me."

"Bet she's a prissy virgin too—ya'd have to loosen her up first," one of the men laughs and Drover stands, flexing his fingers as he walks closer to the group. He has a bad feeling.

"Nah, mate, she'll just have to learn to take it, I don' have time for all that crap—Daddy needs servicing." Walker grins, his cheeks flushed from the liquor as he gropes his dick, earning drunken laughs from the group.

"Oi, dickhead," Drover drawls, crossing his arms as he stands near the group. "Ain't no way to speak about a woman."

Walker turns to him, still feeling jaded from their last encounter and sniffs. He stands and laughs. "Ya don't even know who we're talkin' about, mate," he pauses and turns to his friends, "Could be a common molly," he laughs and then adds, "maybe she is one—"

"You work for her father too, Drover," a more drunken man pipes up, confirming his suspicions that they were talking about you. "How is she, huh? Bet you haven't resisted a feel."

"Excuse me?" Drover growls, glaring at the men.

"Bet she moans so fuckin' pretty," Walker adds.

"Shut up," Drover warns, his tone serious.

"Could just bend her right over this bar, use her until—" Walker's horrible rambling is stopped by Drover's fist connecting with his jaw, dislocating it with a loud crack. Walker is too drunk to fight back initially, stumbling back into the table and knocking over the drinks as the bar erupts into a fight.

Drover doesn't count how many times he hit Walker, or how many teeth he'd broken, but the dick had deserved every single hit—not only for you, but for every other vile thing that had left his mouth.

Frankly, he doesn't even care that his lip is split and he has a bleeding black eye when he's thrown out.

"Mr. Drover!!?"

He pauses in his tracks, adjusting his hat and turning towards the sweet voice. You're rushing up to him, dressed in your Sunday best as you pull up the skirt of your dress, to avoid the mud, and run to him. You look worried. "Mr. Drover! What's happened—I heard the fight from the dress shop and I- I knew it must have been you–"

Drover chuckles darkly and spits out some blood. "My reputation is that bad, sugar?"

You watch him with wide-eyes and he grins when he sees your panic. "N-no I-"

"Calm down. You were right, weren't you?" He jokes and dusts off his shirt. He smiles at you when he sees you're staring at his open wounds. "Just scratches, no need to make a fuss." He waves away your concern but it doesn't work.

"They look bad," you whisper, gently taking his arm and guiding him to a nearby bench. You sit him down, surprised by how pliant he's being but you ignore that and take the hem of your dress, tearing the ends.

"Miss–" Drover growls, reaching out to stop you. You shake your head and push his hands back into his lap.

"It's just a dress," you mumble, avoiding his gaze as you use the fabric to dab at his wounds. It's not much, but it's something and Drover finds that he likes it when you take care of him. You're exactly like he'd imagined; kind and gentle. You use the fabric to tie around the particular large gash on his bicep, from when he must have flung himself into something in the bar.

"Why did you start a fight?" you ask suddenly, tightening the knot.

"Who says I started it?" he retorts, seeing your eyebrows pinch.

Drover sighs, looking away from you as his jaw clenches. "I don' like when men have no respect for what's beautiful. What's pure," he looks at you again and catches your flustered expression. A small smile curls his lips. "Had to teach them a lesson," he sniffs, pulling his arm from your hands and rotating his shoulder. "Thanks for patching me up." He means it and you smile.

"Anytime, Drover." And you mean it too.

Drover's smile widens and he reaches out, his hand skimming the hair around your face. His touch is gentle, like he's treating you with care and adoration. You're frozen, enjoying his touch more than you should.

"You're so sweet," he whispers, smiling almost to himself. "Ain't supposed to be sweet like ya are," he hums, hand pressed against your cheek now. "Bad things could happen to you."

You frown, eyes darting across his features with confusion. Bad things? What does he mean by that? Drover sees your expression and laughs, "I won't let no bad things happen to ya, little bird. I promise. I was just talkin' to talk—" he finishes with a chuckle.

He leans in, his emotions getting the better of him as he kisses your forehead. You've never been kissed before, not by a man who isn't your father, and the gesture flusters you. However, you ache for more and you grip his sleeve, pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

It's barely a kiss and more of a peck but Drover feels like he's on fire. He looks surprised. "What was that for?" he whispers roughly, looking around to make sure no one had just seen you kiss him like that. So innocently. As if you didn't know what you were doing.

You chew on your lip. "A thank you?"

You're so sweet and God he wants to devour you. Drover smiles softly, holding your cheek and caressing his thumb on your skin. "Crikey, you'll be the death of me, sweetcheeks."

He presses his lips to yours quickly, as if to indulge one last time, and then he pulls away, afraid he'll taint you. He bids you a good day, ignoring the small sound you make when his lips leave yours. If he stays with you any longer he won't be able to restrain himself. He is just a man after all, and you are the sweetest thing he's ever seen.

It's a goddamn tragedy.

#the drover x fem!reader #drover x fem!reader #the drover x y/n #drover x you #drover x y/n #the drover x you #the drover x reader #drover x reader #drover australia #drover #hugh jackman australia #australia #hugh jackman #hugh jackman the drover

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celticcrossanon · 5 days ago

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Australian ChristmasCarols

I leave you with these five- one from yesterday and four others.

The North Wind (this is the Hot Wind in Australia, the south wind is the cold one).

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Christmas Bush For His Adorning

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The Silver Stars Are In The Sky

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The Three Drovers

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Carol Of The Birds - Orana

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canine-classified · 23 days ago

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Australian Cattle Dog

Other Names: Blue or Red Heeler / Queensland Herder / Australian Heeler

Date of Development: 1880s - 1890s

Type: Herding

Registries: AKC, KC, FCI, UKC (All major registries)

Height: 18 - 20 inches (male), 17 - 19 inches (female)

Weight: 35 - 50 pounds

Life Expectancy: 12 - 16 years

Fun Fact: They are related to Dingos!

Coat Type: Short, double coat

Coat Length: Short

Breed Colours: Blue, Blue Mottled, Blue Speckled, Red Speckled and Red Mottled

Breed Markings: Tan Markings, Red Markings and Black & Tan Markings

History:

Australian Cattle Dogs were originally bred and developed by Australian settlers in the 19th century to herd cattle on large ranches, as it was found the Collie’s and other dogs brought over to Australia could not handle the harsh working conditions and bold livestock that awaited them. Over 60 years of crossbreeding went into producing the Australian Cattle Dog that we know today, with breeds including the Dingo, collie, sheepdog, Kelpie, Dalmatian and Bull Terrier being used in their foundation. An instrumental person in this breeding is Robert Kaleski, who took up breeding ‘Blue Heelers’ in 1893, and showing them in 1897, drawing up a breed standard that resembled the Dingo, believing they should be modelled after the canine that is naturally suited to the Australian Outback. This standard was approved by The Kennel Club of New South Wales in 1903, being first known as the Australian Heeler, coming from its herding technique of nipping heels to ‘drive’ the stock, and later being named the Australian Cattle Dog, though heeler is still a popular nickname for the breed, often fronted by the colour of the dog or ‘Queensland’, where the breed was particularly popular. This breed was key in helping ranchers expand the Australian beef industry and proved to be the most popular among ranch owners and drovers, still being used as herding dogs today with a strong instinct to do so, often trying to herd other animals, including children and cats if not given a proper outlet.

Temperament:

Australian Cattle Dogs are extremely intelligent, possessing an immense work drive and boundless energy, a true working dog. They excel at controlling and moving livestock, known to be devoted to their duty, but outside of the ranch, these qualities make them excellent companions for those that appreciate the adventurous way of life. To their handlers they are incredibly loyal, tenacious and trustworthy. Their protective instincts make them a self-appointed guardian to his family, his herd and his property. As a result, the ACD is alert, watchful, courageous and may be wary of strangers, but this should not mean unfriendly, he is just devoted to his owner and family, wanting to go wherever you go. They thrive on being part of all family activities and having a job to do. Being easy to train and very fast learners, they can learn a variety of commands and are known for their problem-solving skills. This intelligence and energy can manifest negatively if they are not appropriately challenged, becoming easily bored and getting themselves into mischief. They have a habit of routinely outsmarting their owners and they’re not easy dogs to tire out. They need almost constant mental and activity to keep them out of trouble. They are known to be destructive, chewing and tearing up items you really don’t want them to, so owners should be committed to keeping them busy. They are also quick to react and have a tendency to use their teeth to move animals and humans alike, which can become an issue in the home, as well as struggling with dogs outside of the home, so early and consistent socialisation is needed, but if their needs are met you will be rewarded with a loyal, hard-working companion.

Exercise:

It is recommended that ACD owners engage in work, sport, and/or regular exercise for at least 2 hours a day with these versatile dogs to keep them mentally and physically fit. Being a very active, high-energy dog built for long working days in the outback, the Australian Cattle Dog needs more than just a quick walk and playtime in the yard, ideally having a job in order to remain happy and healthy. If being placed in a farming home this energy will be no issue, especially with animals to herd, in other living situations, they should be given lots of opportunities to expend this energy, through running, hiking, swimming, dog sports and more. They typically need a lot of space and do best with a garden and may not adapt well to apartment living.

Training:

Early, consistent socialization and obedience training are a must for the Australian Cattle Dog, they are a highly intelligent, energetic breed that is only really happy when on the job. Training and participation in activities such as obedience, herding, or agility is highly recommended to keep them busy. This type of training can and should take up a large part of owning this dog, but it is important to create and strengthen your bond. An intelligent, energetic dog who is not kept occupied will become bored, and a bored, energetic dog can be destructive. Generally, ACDs are easy to train, while it is understood that they can be stubborn at times, but ultimately they are eager to please their people and consistent training will help tame this independence. While it is tempting to let this dog be on to go constantly, it is important to help teach this dog an off-switch, teaching them to settle down at the end of the day will be invaluable to both you and them.

Health:

Deafness

Progressive Retinal Atrophy (PRA)

Hip dysplasia

Elbow dysplasia

Portosystemic Shunt

Congenital deafness

Eczema

Glaucoma

Urolithiasis

Sources:

https://www.purina.co.uk/find-a-pet/dog-breeds/australian-cattle

Picture Credit: https://www.alkc.org.br/en/australian-cattle-dog

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elvhenfaer · 2 years ago

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Dog Breeds of Thedas

Today’s entries are the Fennec, which the game does have a codex suggesting that at least some people keep them as pets, and the Fereldan Druffalo Drover, which, if you go back in my Dog Breeds tag, also has a game model. That model was so obviously based on an Australian Cattle Dog that this was the only reasonable choice to create as an explanation.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da2 #da origins #dog breeds of thedas #dog breeds #fereldan

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pynkhues · 8 days ago

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Jacob and Sam truly looked like zygotes as older teenagers/young adults. Those are just little babies. Adorable, but definitely examples of how some people reach peak hotness starting in their 30s.

Kind of interesting, for Sam in particular, it seems like he's played a lot of roles where being handsome is part of the character, and I'm now being a weirdo and wondering if he was considered handsome as he grew up or if he grew into that. He somehow doesn't always act, to me, like someone who's viscerally aware of being as handsome as he is. Not that I expect good-looking people to all be arrogant, the most beautiful people I've known have tended to be very nice, but there's just a quality...i don't know how to explain it.

(x)

They both definitely grew into their features, haha. It must be such a weird thing to age as an actor, and constantly have people discovering performances of yours from when you were younger. I think about that a lot with child stars, particularly child stars who are part of shows and films that become pop cultural juggernauts like The Goonies or Stranger Things. Like to grow up and have your (sometimes very!) younger face be a part of everyone's history instead of just your own must be a really weird feeling.

As for Sam - - I'd say yes and no? He's definitely done a few romances, which I think does usually mean being handsome is high on the casting agent's requirements list, haha, and I think having a certain look was a consideration for both Lambs of God and The Riot Club, but he's also played a lot of roles where I think he's cast as a bit of an Australian every-man, actually? I'm thinking of the roles that I've seen him in, and he plays a highschool teacher in The Hunting, a sergeant in The Drover's Wife, a country boy in Bloom, a soldier in The Railway Man, hell, even playing Dale in The Newsreader is I think is more about being photogenic than it is about necessarily being handsome. Even that clip of his first TV role, he was a plumber.

If he was considered handsome as he grew up - - who knows, haha. Probably. He's also well-documented as being a theatre kid / farm boy at a very prestigious all-boys private school in Sydney in the mid-00s though, so I imagine he was humbled pretty regularly to put it mildly.

#i'm trying to think of my experience of highschool #i went to a private school too #but it was a relatively cheap co-ed hippy one in brisbane #so obviously the experience would be very different #we were a pretty chill year level in general #but idk i think appearance is probably a lesser factor in highschool here than other aspects #at least it was at my school #like the boy most people were obsessed with wasn't particularly good looking #but he was really funny and he'd made the junior reserves for a major sports team #(he had a career ending injury a few years after highschool and has since become a sports journalist which isn't something i expected given #how often he skived off english lol)#the theatre kids were definitely low on the social hierarchy though #even at my hippy-ass school haha #(it was hippy in an environmental-science-save-the-whales focused way not an arts way)#(my mum was a zoologist lol)#sam asks

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charlesandmartine · 2 months ago

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Wednesday 13th November 2024

By the time we were up at 6.00, most of our fellow travellers had left or were preparing to leave. Now is the time to travel whilst temperatures are less punishing. Masochists had been camping in tiny tents overnight not far from our chalet. It is inconceivable what it must be like to share the temperature and flies with an overwhelming desire to sleep in somethingnot much bigger than a shroud. They are now long gone. Still little traffic on the Barkly, although there were sounds overnight of the huge roadtrains ploughing through the darkness. A four trailer train, possibly weighing in at 200 tons and travelling at 110 kph, would not be too aware of the wildlife it may encounter, and there certainly is encounter judging by the butcher's slab seen in daylight hours. Entire cows are far from uncommon. But these vehicles are designed and protected to withstand such mishaps.

By 7.00, the Roadhouse maintenance teams are ramping up for a new day; lawns need to be sprinkled with powerful jets of water to protect that fresh green oasis appearance, paths blown clear of the 24 hrs of debris from the lush trees, the clean laundry hanging out on sturdy washing lines next to our chalet.

By 10, the 4 month old Ford Ranger, which has sat idle since Monday, was loaded and fired up ready for the relatively short 260 km journey ahead of us.

We searched for places of interest on route but struggled to find any. However, we did come across a monument at Avon Downs in Northern Territories, not far from the Queensland border which marks the place where, 4,000 sheep arrived, completing the longest ever sheep droving trip in Australian history, led by Wallace Caldwell. He and his men and 11,000 sheep left Rich Avon near Donald in north western Victoria in September 1882. The journey took 16 months and covered 3,500 km. The story was told in The Longest Drive by Tom Guthrie.

Then there was the sign, Welcome to Queensland. Surreal set in such flat plains stretching far and wide. We are in big cattle country, having a rich history of droving. And the clocks lurched forward 30mins.

The town of Camooweal, where we are spending the night, can be found by the Georgina River. The first Britisher to take a lease here was George Sunderland in 1865, arriving with 8,000 sheep. He didn't really hit it off too well with the aboriginies who were already living here, coupled with stock losses attributed to wild dingos and wedge tailed eagles. With the result he abandoned his lease. The Englishmen Benjamin Crosthwaite and William Tetley, who were marginally more successful, took up the lease again in 1876. A town sprang up in 1885.

The town soon had a reputation for cattle. During the wet season, some 1500 head of cattle would graze by the Georgina River awaiting telegrams as contracts to purchase from miles around. Up until the 1960s, teams of drovers would take them out. Gradually, roadtrains would replace these drovers and now the only but important link with this heritage is an annual Drovers Camp Festival in August.

Today, Camooweal is a bit of a ghost town. Population 236 at the time of writing this. Roadtrains carrying cattle rattle through disturbing the peace and tranquility of the town and its 4 drinkers sipping Castlemaine 4xxxx on the verandah of the Hotel Bar and then when the dust has settled again, the town returned to its slumber. A boarded up corrugated iron Heritage Centre had a convenient horse tethering rail as in a cowboy movie. The post office and supermarket was closed, as was the Drovers Museum. We felt obliged under the circumstances take a break from the stress of such a busy place to repair to the hotel pub ourselves and partake of a schooner of Stonehouse beer. A schooner always sounds huge, but I can assure you that it is merely a large half pint. Refreshing though in a chilled glass.

Our digs for the night score highly in the basic section, highly in the fragrance of carbolic section, poor in the 'let's make the establishment look chique, classy and expensive' section. I don't recall how much we are paying for tonight's experience, but I suspect it's too much. However, on the up side, we are only here one night, and it is clean. It has to be with that much carbolic! Our fellow travellers, I suspect, may make their living with trucks.

Chicken and salad again tonight due once again to the lack of cooking equipment. And another schooner down the road of the excellent Stonehouse.

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moviedreams · 2 months ago

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So I had another dream plus new character unlocked actually

Probably because I have become a simp for Hugh Jackman (aka Huge jacked man or Hugh freakman)

Here is where it gets messy because I don’t know whether these were two distinct dreams or if it was one dream and one start of a dream. So I guess this is maybe two dreams and one so I’m just gonna start ranting. Also, I’m doing this through text to speech because I cannot be bothered to summarize and write this down so y’all are just going to have to start dealing with this because I do not have the nerve. Also I had a previous dream that i didnt tell about just because of that reason so take it or leave it 😭😂

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This is the shorter one. There’s this character named drover from the Australia movie. And I don’t know why, but for some reason, I traveled to Australia and I’m with a group of other white people. Maybe it was like a university trip. And they just want us to see the outback. So we go there and he, Drover, has a distain for all of us since were university students and probably think high and mighty of ourselves. He sets some ground rules like what he says is law and like no running away and no getting all pissy about it. All of this was said while using heavy Australian slang so it was a bit hard for me to understand. Anyways we start traveling and it’s fine. I’m in a car not with him but with others and then like hours go by we hit the first like resting spot and to be honest I apparently wasn’t able to really mesh with the other university students because they did think high and mighty of themselves. So just sat like a bit further away from them and was eating alone. Jova then approaches me and asked me why I’m not eating with the others and I’m just like I don’t know. I don’t seem to get along with them well. So he has pity on me and sits down like next to me and it feels like he has a bit less to stay towards me just because I’m a person of color which makes sense because the hope would be that I don’t think this is like some exotic thing to see, you know. We then get to talking and he was like “oh let me cut this like dried meat for you”because I was struggling to eat it because it was so tough and so he cut it into smaller pieces. Somehow while talking he mentions like one of the others needs to sleep in like this tent we have because they’re like allergic to insect bites and everything and he was joking around and saying it was probably that one over there pointing to one girl and I am just awkwardly like actually I am the allergic one. He looks at me with shock and tells me to get up and to follow him. So I follow him and then he walks to like his truck. He opens the bed part of it and tells me to sit down in there because he doesn’t want me to get like stung by a scorpion that’s just sneaking around. Things like I should not be sitting on the ground, it’s not that great for somebody who might just die from allergies. I sit down and he sits down with me, we just keep eating our lunches and talking. Then at the end he points to like this tent thingy in the bed of the truck. He’s like ”oh yeah you’re gonna sleep there because this way we can guarantee that you don’t get biten or stung”. Which honestly fair but he also was playful upset and said “why have I been riding around with this annoying girl who thinks that this is like some fantasy when you’re the person who supposed to be in the car”. because apparently they wanted, they did not state this, the person who is allergic to sit in the car with him just in case. they can have like an extra pair of eyes on that person. At some point we get to driving again and then of course when night time comes, we stop again to rest. then he shows me how you get into the tent and how you get out of the tent. I then go to sleep and I think this repeats over sometime and we just get like closer to each other over time because it’s like OK these other people are not talking to me. He cannot stand these people and that’s where the dream ends.

Y'all look at him

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