#Greenwood Lake

[twixnmix]

Heavyweight champion Joe Louis photographed by Carl Van Vechten at Greenwood Lake in New York on September 15, 1941.

[aisling-saoirse]

Jennings Creek Fire, West Milford, NJ - November 14th 2024

[saddlebums]

Group Ride to Blairstown Airport –– the Long Way

With rain predicted for Saturday (the third Saturday washout in a row if you're keeping score) creative thinking was called for. So a Friday group ride it is (was). The first leg had our group of four riders leaving The 9W Market in Palisades, NY, and arriving in Greenwood Lake for a late breakfast ("three forks" on the Saddle Bums Ratings Chart). From there it was about 40 miles southwest to The Airport Café ("four forks!") in Blairstown, NJ. All backroads chockablock with small farms, barns, rolling hills and the changing colors of the season.

Music: Flight of the Surf Guitar by The Atlantics

[cursedauxiliary]

That is fucking horrifying

[beautyallaroundus25]

Northern Lights-Emerald Lake, BC Canada 🇨🇦

Photography by Daniel Greenwood

[strelles-universe]

The World of Strelles - Two Continent Map

Alright everyone - I spent yesterday slaving away on trying to figure this out so I can have my dream of Strelles being two continents. Each side is still able to access each other as the Wanderer's Pass is actually fully connected to each other - the bridge is only crossable at low-tide however when it exposes the bank. It's appropriately called the Sunken Bridge.

Updated Locations with this map:

obviously there are now two continents; East and West Courage and Dauntless have been shifted upward Fade's Crossing Permanent Market - a trading zone in the west used by diplomats and merchants of all kinds; many kits will be raised here as merchants. Primarily a settlement of coyotes and foxes outside of the Skulks. No Man's Market - a trading zone that is always shifting, morphing and changing. Everyone present is usually only there for a day or so - maybe a week as they wait for the tides to shift so they can leave or join-up with someone crossing to them. Because this is such a busy place, it's ideal to make quick; personal trades or to dump inventory. Dead God's Grave - A massive fertile field of land used for celebrations and trades. An unofficial extension of the Main Lands. The Lake Treaty - Unclaimed space left around the east-side of the lake. Made because droughts happen frequently in the east-continent and water is considered a right. The West Rift - Also called the Throat of the World is a rift-valley sitting on top of a hotspot. The edges of the rift have warm pools cool enough to prevent a creature from immediately over-heating The Sunken City - A series of tunnels and Caverns with signs of previous inhabitation in the form of faded images, old anchored tools and dens that have been victims of time and water-damage. These are a commonly visited area much like a museum - creatures who venture here should be careful however! These caverns are victims of frequent flooding and during heavy rainstorms, the only safe option is to escape. The Untethered - The Guardians from canon but given that's already a rank, I thought this would be a nice name for them. Freelance healers and the collectors of all the world's medical information. The Untethered have some of the most advanced healing methods known to strelles due to their dedication to exploring the world of healing and are known to share this information with others in need."

[lakelewisia]

At Greenwood Apothecary, they stocked the conventional vitamins and minerals, as well as herbal extracts and plant medicines, but they also boasted a wide selection of more esoteric supplements. Those suffering from a whimsy deficiency could pick up bottles of therapeutic bubble solution (pop three daily) or vitamin-rich miniature fruits (to be eaten with dollhouse cutlery). If one’s routine had turned into a rut, essence of corvid increased mischief levels and lowered inhibitions, though it did tend to have mildly inconvenient side effects, like kleptomania and vocal hoarseness.

[wildfairies]

julian and i are getting married, idk if you’ve seen

so happy to hear this, he deserves it <3 send pics

[littlequeenies]

Greenwood cemetery, Brooklyn

12-21-2024, 4 PM

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

i am so desperate for rosa diaz x reader idm what the plot is i will read ANYTHING

/lh

Hey, lh! 🥰 Sorry it's taken me like a million years to get to your request, but I hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks

Passenger Princess

Rosa Diaz x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, motorcycle riding (let me know if I've missed anything) Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You've always been too scared to ride Rosa's motorcycle with her, but for her birthday? You just might make yourself be brave.

Rosa turned your head this way and that, making sure the helmet fit you correctly.

“How do I look?” you asked her.

“Like a bobblehead,” she responded, straddling her motorcycle. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

“We quite literally have all day,” you grumbled.

You gingerly approached the bike. You’d never been on a motorcycle before, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. Rosa had been trying to get you on the back of her bike for a long time, and you’d always said no, but… it was her birthday this weekend and your gift to her was being brave for once. You’d suggested a day’s ride on the Fort Lee Loop, through the Hudson River Valley and Greenwood Lake and the Wanaque Reservoir.

“We could stop for lunch, too,” you’d said, blushing and losing confidence as Rosa gaped at you after you’d brought it up. “I mean, only if you want to. We don’t have to go. We could do something else.”

She’d kissed you, quickly and firmly, before you could say anything else. “You’re offering to ride the motorcycle?” she confirmed after pulling away. “On purpose?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, avoiding her eyes. “I trust you to keep me safe.”

And, oh, she’d gone feral for that, hands all over you, lips crashing into yours, until you’d pushed her away, breathless and flushed and hissed, “Rosa, we’re in public.”

She’d dropped cash on the restaurant table and all but dragged you out of your seat. “Well, let’s get private then.”

But now that you looked at the motorcycle, now that the helmet was on your head and Rosa looked expectantly at you to hop on… you weren’t so sure about it.

“Hey,” she said, taking your fingers in her hand and rubbing them softly. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I–” You gulped. “I do. I really do.”

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” she assured you, her eyes kind and soft underneath the shield of her helmet.

You exhaled deeply, then clambered behind Rosa on the motorcycle, trying to convince yourself this was no different than riding a rollercoaster really.

“Alright,” Rosa said. “You have to keep your feet on the footrests. The metal pipes can burn you, so be careful.”

You nodded against her back, your hands snaking around her waist.

“And you can hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay?” She pressed one of her arms against yours, squeezing the back of your hand as you pressed your palm into her stomach. “Just follow my body language. If I lean, lean with me, even if it seems scary. I won’t let you fall.”

You nodded again, your heart pounding. You were sure Rosa could feel it through her jacket as you pressed into her back.

“And if you need to stop for any reason at all, tap my thigh twice with two fingers, okay? That’ll be our signal.”

You didn’t respond, simply held onto Rosa as tight as you could, waiting for the bike to roar to life.

“Hey,” she called, and you could feel the vibrations of her voice against your chest and hands.

You lifted your head slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“I need words, mi amor.”

“Yes,” you managed to croak out.

“Alright,” she conceded. “Tap my thigh twice if you need to stop.”

And the roar of the motorcycle as Rosa started the engine–it was so loud, so aggressive it made you jump a bit. Rosa squeezed your hand, and the bike started to inch forward. You held onto Rosa for dear life, positive that before the day was over you might suffocate her.

Rosa took it slow at first, driving you down slow, back streets and easing you into turns, so you could get used to the way your body had to move with hers. Before you knew it, you were on the road. You kept your head down and your eyes squeezed shut for most of the ride in the city, the roar of the traffic and angry cab horns overwhelming you.

But once you and Rosa made it out of the city proper, you managed to open your eyes. The wind that rushed around your body, the vibrations of the bike that surged through you, your body pressed warm and firm against Rosa’s… well, it was kind of enjoyable. It did feel a bit like a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster where you were firmly on the ground and you got to hug your girlfriend the whole time, so maybe even an improvement on a rollercoaster.

You were well into the Fort Lee Loop before your body relaxed enough to sit up a bit and look around, though at any hint of a turn, you clung to Rosa like a baby monkey. But it was beautiful. And it was different than just going on a drive. The foliage was turning lovely golds and reds and oranges, and the sun flitted through the trees in a way that felt almost magical. Warm and wonderful and right despite the crisp fall air. You were thankful for Rosa’s body pressed against yours, thankful that she made you brave in ways you’d never be brave on your own.

You stopped for lunch at a small marina restaurant, overlooking Greenwood Lake. You stumbled as you stepped off the bike and Rosa laughed, catching you by the waist to hold you steady.

“You okay?” she asked, smiling, both amused and concerned.

“Mmhm.” You held onto her hand as you walked into the restaurant, even though you’d already found your footing. “I kind of like it, I think.”’

She kissed your cheek, and you took it as a thank you and am I’m proud of you.

For her part, Rosa’s face was flushed, her hair messy, and she looked so happy. So genuinely happy. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for her to look happy when you were together, but it was different knowing you were doing something Rosa truly loved. She was happy to be with you, she always was. But she was even happier to be with you doing something that already made her happy in the first place. 

“Thanks for doing this,” she said, both of you picking at the leftover fries on your plate. “Really.”

“I would do anything for you, Ro,” you said softly.

And the quiet you sat in afterward, looking out over the lake, the lovely leaves floating one by one into the water and spiraling it out in mesmerizing, concentric circles–it was such a warm quiet, close and comfortable and familiar, and you wondered briefly if this was what it would feel like with Rosa in five years, ten, twenty. When you were old women sitting on a bench in Prospect Park or motorcycling across the country because god knows old age wasn’t going to stop Rosa–you wondered if this was what it would feel like, the quiet familiarity of someone who knew you and loved you completely, so deeply that words were not needed. There was no need to fill a space already full of love.

When you left the restaurant, you stood by Rosa’s motorcycle and looked out at the lake, moving to put your helmet back on.

“Wait,” Rosa protested, gently taking the helmet from your hands and balancing it on one of the motorcycle handles.

You looked at her curiously, and she cupped your face in her hands, leaning in to kiss you. Rosa kissing you always took your breath away, but something was different about this one. Maybe it was adrenaline from being on the motorcycle all day, maybe the flush in your cheeks from the cool, fall air or the smell of the leaves mingling with the scent of Rosa’s perfume. You felt almost drunk on her, drunk on the warmth of her mouth against yours, the softness of her hands. She was always so soft with you, so gentle, such a contrast from how she was with everyone else.

“What was that for?” you asked, out of breath when she finally pulled away and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I just really love you,” she said quietly, her eyes soft as they stared into yours.

You pecked her once more on the lips, then pulled her back toward the motorcycle. “Let’s go home, love,” you said.

And if riding off into the crisp, autumn horizon on the back of your girlfriend’s motorcycle wasn’t a storybook ending of Shakespearean proportions, you didn’t know what was. Because you and Rosa, well, it was the kind of love people told their grandkids about. Or at least that’s how it felt to you and her.

[polutrope]

Some Celeborn/Galadriel Headcanons

Wrote these as part of the 30-Character Study I'm doing for the @silmarillionwritersguild Jubilee Challenge on my Dreamwidth

Celeborn's Early Life and His Courtship of Artanis

Celeborn, second son of Galadhon, was born on the Great Journey by the mouths of the Anduin near Greenwood (then a much larger forest).

His mother was among those who forsook the journey with Lenwë before the crossing of the Misty Mountains. Celeborn followed his father and brother Galathil onwards, being kin of Elwë, but he never forgot the place of his birth where his family was divided. Regretting somewhat his choice, there was no question for Celeborn that he would remain in Beleriand after Elwë went missing.

Celeborn’s father Prince Galadhon was Thingol’s chief counsellor. While his elder brother Galathil took to a private, woodland life after the First Battle with his wife and their daughter Nimloth, Celeborn followed in his father’s footsteps, gaining much respect and influence in the court of Doriath.

He was sensitive to the needs and thoughts of others and had a gentle manner that put people at ease. For this reason, he often acted as an intermediary between Thingol and the Sindar outside Doriath who still called him King. Celeborn was highly respected among the Sindar, even those who dwelt in the north and did not acknowledge Thingol’s overlordship.

He enjoyed spending time with his brother’s family and being an uncle to Nimloth (and she loved him dearly), but Celeborn had no strong desire to marry or start a family of his own. While he had a few lovers over the years, he was very private about his romantic life and never led his lovers to believe he was interested in marriage.

With his approachable yet regal manner, grace, and handsome appearance, there was no shortage of people in Doriath and beyond its borders interested in marrying him. But he politely declined all such advances.

This all changed when he went with Angrod, who had just visited Doriath for the first time, back to Lake Mithrim as an emissary of Doriath. There he set eyes on Artanis for the first time and was struck dumb by her formidable intelligence and beauty. Literally, he did not say a word to her the whole time he was there. (He did manage to learn some things about her from Angrod, who promptly broke his confidence and told Artanis about the massive crush the Prince of Doriath had on her; but Artanis’ heart at that time was still heavy with grief and her thoughts could not have been further from matters of romance and she didn’t give Celeborn a second thought.)

When, some years (decades) later, Celeborn heard that Artanis would be visiting Menegroth, he got his act together. He would at least talk to her this time.

And he did! They had an enchanting couple of walks through the halls of Menegroth and in the surrounding forest, connecting over all sorts of matters of philosophy and politics, and found they shared the same witty sense of humour.

But it was not to last…. For almost as soon as she’d arrived in Doriath, Artanis made a connection with Queen Melian, spending all her time walking in the forests or locked away in a distant chamber of Menegroth, studying some secret arts. Soon, it was an open secret that the sister of Finrod had become the Queen’s lover. Well, Celeborn couldn’t compete with Melian.

When Artanis decided to dwell in Doriath for a time, Celeborn’s hope was renewed. Eventually, she stopped spending every waking moment with Melian. Celeborn would run into her in Menegroth’s library or in the gardens now and then, and they would talk for long hours and a friendship blossomed.

When the truth about the kinslaying at Alqualondë came out, Artanis became quite isolated for a time. There were those in Menegroth who did not conceal their distrust of her and hatred of her kin, even if she remained in the good graces of Melian and Thingol. Celeborn often visited her during this time and was a great source of comfort.

One day, Artanis confided to Celeborn that she had ended her physical relationship with the Queen. (At which Celeborn was astonished: she had ended it?) She had realised desire was interfering with her ability to enjoy the deeper emotional and intellectual aspects of the relationship. But she needed to take some time away from Menegroth to move on… so she was going to stay with her brother in the newly-completed Nargothrond for a time.

So Celeborn was once again left longing for Artanis’ affection, having made no progress towards confessing this longing to her — even though it was plain to most of Menegroth by then that he was smitten. They kept up correspondence by letters in the time she was away.

To Celeborn’s great relief, Artanis returned to dwell in Doriath after only a few years. Celeborn was terribly nervous about confessing his feelings for her, especially since he had grown to cherish their friendship and did not wish to lose it. But he would be a poor friend to continue to keep the truth from her: that he loved her.

So, not long after she’d returned to Menegroth, he invited her to walk to the top of the hill under which the city’s caves were delved. The trees were thinner there and the stars could be clearly seen. He asked her about her time in Nargothrond, and Artanis shared with him how she’d found it odd to be among the Noldor again; she no longer felt she belonged among them, but less did she feel that she belonged among the Sindar, even though Doriath felt more like home to her than any other place she had lived.

Now, Celeborn had only intended to confide his feelings to Artanis that night, but hearing this he was possessed with boldness and eagerness and told Artanis that, while she was already welcome among the Sindar, if she really wanted to feel she belonged she could marry him.

Artanis laughed at this. And laughed, and laughed, while Celeborn blustered through dozens of apologies. But it was not malicious laughter. When she finally collected herself, Artanis simply took his hands in hers and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[Things that are actually canon here: the Teleri pausing their journey near Greenwood; Lenwe forsaking the March; Celeborn's kinship with Elwe and his familial relationships; Angrod being the first of the Exiles to come to Doriath; Galadriel staying in Doriath for love of Melian (though Christopher altered the text for the published Silm to say she stayed for Celeborn); Galadriel dwelling for a time in Nargothrond.]

[aisling-saoirse]

Jennings Creek Fire, NY/NJ. 50% Contained - Nov 14th 2024

[saddlebums]

Pete's Great Two-State Motorcycle Adventure The Horn Dog Guides Us Through Points of Interest in Passaic and Orange Counties Small airports and waterfalls are some of our favorite motorcycle destinations, and Horny Pete took us to one of each on this fall-like Friday in mid-August. Pete knows I'm "Mista Vista," and this ride didn't disappoint with a beautiful view from Brady Farm in Warwick, New York.

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The route the new yorkers take must completely bypass the nj towns next door bc they don't even know of downtown warwick

[porcelainapparition]

Greenwood Lake, New York

built in 1865

[joeinct]

Joe Louis, Greenwood Lake, New York, Photo by Carl Van Vechten, 1941