#Polly morning crew

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Poly morning crew is real (trust me)

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Q!Tubbo is bigender and gets his boyfriends to ingect him. Fit does the E and Pac does the T at the same time btw

[qtubbo]

Thinking about morning crew………………………..i want pac to tell them about his trauma in full…..

[sincerelywhistler]

Freelancer!

More headcanons (ft. Gavin) under the cut!

^ and a Pinterest board bc I have a problem

- Hux calls them Skipper

- Matching heart hip tattoos w/ my Gav design & dyed the tips of their hair pink to match as well teehee

- Can get pretty nasty academic burnout and bouts of executive dysfunction

- Boba shop employee

- A dancer! Has a tiktok where they post choreo clips to and throwing it down to whatever songs are trending

- Big softy. So!! Cuddly!! World cold and harsh, Freelancer’s arms so warm and safe

- Gay awakening was Danny Phantom

- Chronic “lol” user while texting, and it gets on Damien’s nerves because nothing is even “lol” worthy about making dinner plans so STOP ENDING YOUR SENTENCES WITH LOL WHATS SO FUNNY BRO

- Filipino 🇵🇭

- Spicy foods = best foods. If their organs aren’t melting from the inside out then what’s the point??

- Pokémon sweat tbh

- Dr. Pepper addict

- Coffee hater, but they’ll drink it anyway if they’re desperate enough. They call it “dirty bean water” which both confuses and delights Gavin immensely

- Gave Gav a pair of cat ear headphones for the holidays, but they lowkey like how they look on him a lil too much so… that’s a pandora’s box situation for another day

- So many stupid and silly bumper stickers on their car (“Please don’t watch me park, I have performance anxiety”, “I break for roly-pollies”, etc.)

- Their favorite book genre is fanfiction on AO3

- Thus, shamelessly, they get some of their best ideas of how to rock Gavin’s world from smut fics

- Calls Gavin “playboy” when they’re being suggestive ;)

- Half of their paycheck would go to DoorDash if they got their way

- Has that natural aura where everyone can’t really help but crush on them a bit

- Lets Gavin change out their dexcom <3

- Has a collection of fun tape and/or transmitter stickers for said dexcom

- California born and raised

- If there is a DAMN rowing crew, they’re on it. Was quite exceptional on their high school team

- Can surprisingly be an efficient morning person (unless there’s a pretty incubus curled up at their side, then you’re playing by Cat Rules. Can’t move until the cat does first)

- Scared of heights, you’ll never find their ass on an airplane

vibe check Miles and take a peek at their pin board

[bluegalaxygirl]

Morning routine (Zolu x Reader)

Zoro X Luffy x Reader, polly relationship headcannons. GN reader, established relationship. The other straw hat's are in it too.

Warning: bad Language and Fluff.

I don't know if i explained it properly about the seating of the straw hat crew so i'll put it at the bottom in case.

^ Mornings always start out the same no matter what. You wake up first, you always sleep in between the two boys mainly because the last few times you didn't you woke up on the floor having been kicked out of bed along with the duvet by both boys.

^ Zoro's arm is normally under your head while he's layed out like a star fish, most of the covers off him and on to luffy's side of the bed. His snoring is quite loud but with Luffy also snoring it doesn't bother you too much, it's almost like white noise to you.

^ Luffy's face is on Zoro's hand with his arms around the two of you, one stretched out to wrap around your waist twice and the other wrapping around Zoro's waist. The duvet covers bunched up around you and luffy keeping you both warm but sometimes it gets too hot with luffy's body heat and hot breath on the back of your neck.

^ Getting out of this position was hard at first but now you know the trick to it, you just roll over twice were you are to unravel luffy's arm, it doesn't matter if your loud or shake the bed doing it, these two are dead to the world.

^ Once out of Luffy's grip you sit up kissing them both on the forehead doing Zoro first then Luffy, you didn't notice until recently that you always stare a luffy a bit longer. You worry about him, after ace died Luffy has had nightmares and you just want to make sure there's no discomfort on his face before you leave.

^ By the time you wake up Sanji, Brook and Robin are already up, as you enter you say good morning and are greeted happily by Sanji asking what you would like before you sit down next to Brook. The two of you are quite close which some of the crew find weird since at first you were both scared of each other (Mainly because when he first joined the crew he snuck up on you and you screamed really loud in his face causing him to do the same).

^ Robin asks about your night with a giggle from her seat closest to the door leaning forward to see you better since brook is blocking her view of you. She already knows what you have to do just to leave the room but she likes asking anyway, you two playfully banter a bit before Sanji gives you your food and drink.

^ The silence that takes over the kitchen is nice but you do miss the noise and happy laughter from the crew during the day, for now though you talk with Brook, both of you talking about music and art. Sanji is still cooking away almost stock pilling food for their captain while robin silently reads the news paper sipping on her cup of tea.

^ An hour or so later in walks Chopper, Nami and Zoro. Nami of cause earning a big happy good morning from the cook who dotes on her. Zoro seems to roll his eyes at the two before making his way over to you while Chopper greets everyone before sitting next to Robin and asking about the news. Once sanji is done gushing over Nami she takes a seat directly across from Robin while giving you and Brook a smile

^ Zoro stands behind you and Brook before stating "Move" to Brook who lets out his unique laugh , you all know the routine, Zoro must sit next to you or Luffy at the table and since your in the chair closest to the Captains seat then Brook has no other choice but to move.

^ You used to hit Zoro on his chest with the back of you hand lightly and tell him to be nice but he still never gives up and the last person who didn't move got the snot beaten out of them, luckily it wasn't a member of the crew.

^ As soon as Brook moves, Zoro takes his seat and grabs your hand from under the table, You manage to get sanji's attention for Zoro getting the swards man a big cup of coffee and some food. It takes a while for Zoro to wake up and while he does you and Brook continue to talk.

^ Once Zoro's fully awake and feeling up to it he'll join in on your conversation with Brook while running his thumb over you knuckles from under the table. He may not know what you two are talking about most of the time but he listens and has learned quite a few things.

^ Almost an hour later in walks Usopp followed by Luffy who once he see's you and Zoro runs over and hugs the two of you from behind, his face in between both of yours squishing you both to him "Morning" he happily smiles, his grin big and wide, even though you can't see it you can differently feel it. Luffy only lets go to get Sanji's attention yelling about wanting food.

^ Luffy flops down on his chair at the head of the table while Usopp sits next to him across from you giving you and Zoro a happy good morning. Brook, Chopper and Robin start talking while you, Luffy and Usopp talk until the food comes of cause, Luffy scoffing his food saying how good it is, your glad both you and Zoro ate early other wise your food would be gone too and if you have any left overs on your plate then its gone. Even though Luffy loves you both your not safe form his food grabbing hands.

^ Poor Usopp has to defend his food like his life depends on it and you occasionally distracting Luffy so Usopp can eat in peace, Some times Zoro helps you out but only when he thinks its needed. Luffy usually talks about his dreams and Usopp makes up a few stories to tell your captain which he loves but you and Zoro know the truth. Still your happy to see your boy happy so theirs no point in ruining the magic.

^ Once all the food has gone for Luffy he asks for more and gets shut down by the cook stating he wont be cooking again until lunch sitting down with his own plate of food and coffee next to nami, this shuts Luffy up knowing he'll have to wait. With a big belly and licking his lips your captain leans back in his chair satisfied and thanks the cook for the food.

^ When Franky wakes up he greets everyone and goes to the fridge for a cola, he doesn't eat of a morning but still joins you all sitting in between Sanji and Usopp. He talks to the captain and Usopp as Zoro gains your attention wrapping his arm around your waist and moving himself closer to you. he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks up at you pecking your cheek before looking at Luffy.

^ The swards man clearly wants attention but he will never ask for it, he doesn't want to seem needy or weak. Luffy has been talking to everyone and yes he's talked to you and Zoro but its not enough for the green haired man. You try and reassure him by placing a hand on his cheek and using the other to take Luffy's hand on top of the table.

^ Luffy's hand grabs yours as soon as he feels your touch interlocking your fingers and turning to face the two of you, his smile is so bright and makes your heart flutter every time he directs it at you, Zoro has the same feeling, it used to make him blush but now it just makes him smile back with a loving look.

^ Most people think Luffy has no brains because of his child like attitude but he knows people well and knows when you or Zoro are upset or mad even if you dont show it on your faces, it's in your eyes and he can see it in Zoro's now. The captain gets up from his chair letting go of your hand and walks over to Zoro who picks his head up off your shoulder watching him. Luffy flops onto Zoro's lap and wraps his arms around the sward mans neck "If you wanted attention then just say so" Luffy states making Zoro blush slightly at his words pulling luffy closer so he can hide his face in the captain's shoulder.

^ Zoro pulls you closer with the hand thats still around your waist wanting your attention too. You and Luffy both giggle at him finding it cute the way he shows his affection. Luffy notices that Usopp, Chopper and Brook all seem to be distracted by Franky and his cybernetic parts and as much as he wants to join in he likes the attention that your both giving him.

^ You feel a hand on your face and a thumb run over your cheek, Luffy smiles at you his hand gentle against your skin, you raise your hand up to brush over your captains hand transfixed in each others eyes, your heart beat rises as he leans in to place a kiss on your other cheek and kissing along your face until he reaches your lips giving them a light kiss before pulling away.

^ Zoro notices the movement and moves his face away from luffy's shoulder the redness now gone from his cheeks. "you want some too?" Luffy asks only just finishing his question before Zoro's lips connect with his own. The two share a quick kiss before pulling away Zoro tightening his grip on the both of you.

^ The swards man then turns to you, knowing what he wants you lean forward and place your lips on his. He's happy now, having both of you with him, all his and no one elses. Luffy lets out a small laugh seeing his first mate fiannly cheer up, he pulls you both in for a hug the big smile back on his face "I love you guys" he tells you both kissing both your shoulders. "We love you too" You and Zoro say at the same time before looking at each other, a look between you two if all that's needed.

seating:

starting off from the door and closest to the wall. Robin, Chopper, empty (later Brook), Brook (Later Zoro), reader. head of table is of cause Luffy. leading round to the other side of the table is Usopp, Franky, Empty, Sanji, Nami.

hope you guys enjoyed, id love to hear what you think. i'll be doing more for this ship and Zosan x reader so keep a look out for them

[queenlucythevaliant]

under the wings

1. Polly would always always always remember the feeling of falling asleep beneath Fledge's feathered wings.

2. She'd been curled up close to his side with his coverts over her shoulders like a shawl. His pinions had stretched past her to break the night winds. She'd leaned into the crook of his wing, feeling softness on her cheek. When she turned over in the night, feathers brushed her from all sides, whispering against her skin.

3. If Polly could have wished for one thing, at twelve, at twenty, at sixty, it would have been the same: to live in that memory. If she might, she never would have emerged from her place beneath Fledge's tawny wings.

4. She loved her smuggler's cave because it was safe and small and hers. She loved all kinds of nooks and closets, window seats and beds with curtains and covers she could crawl under.

5. Digory never understood it. He himself liked wide open space and covering skies. "It's the same concept though, I think," Polly remarked once. "There's something lovely about the feeling of being underneath."

6. Polly was even, unfathomably, rather partial to certain bomb shelters, though she'd never have admitted it. How pleasant it was to fall asleep underground, curled up in a corner wrapped in a blanket, safe in the knowledge that she was too far down for anything to hurt her.

7. (And when she wasn't in a shelter and the bombs fell anyway, she squeezed her eyes shut and pictured tawny feathers all round her.)

8. Digory wrote her letters and she wrote back. His were full of ditches in the ground and hers of shelters, but they both liked to write about lions and the sky.

9. After the first war, it was easy for a pretty lady to talk her way into flying lessons with one of the hundred wayward pilots left over from the fighting.

10. He was a mechanic by trade, and he didn't mind unconventional women; but he told Polly she had no business in a cockpit if she didn't know her way around an engine. So, two summers after the war ended, she spent her mornings smearing oil across her ruffled blouses and learning how to make things fly.

11. (She would have married him, if ever he'd asked her- but he never did, and maybe it was for the best.)

12. As the years wore past, Polly met other little girls with ribbons in their hair. She told them stories and she taught them her magic, and when they cried she brought them into her hiding places the same way she'd once done with Digory Kirke.

13. They called her Aunt Polly - both those children that she cared for interbellum, and the ones that came after.

14. Once, Polly dreamed that it had been her instead. Aslan told her, you will be the grandmother of all the angels, and feathered wings sprang from her back. Once, Polly dreamed that it had been her instead of Fledge.

15. (She woke with the feeling of feathers still clinging to her shoulders, itching.)

16. During the second war, she worked at an aerodrome. Occasionally she flew with the training crews, but mostly she'd go out onto the tarmac after the sirens were done and stand in the shadows of airplane wings.

17. When Digory told her about the wardrobe, Polly went to his estate, pulled out all the coats, and shut herself in. She didn't have any notions of getting back to Narnia that way-- but she did it all the same.

18. Jill and Eustace made her laugh: Eustace, who hated heights, and Jill, who panicked in small spaces. Oh Lord, thought Polly, save me from the irony. She loved them anyway.

19. In the end, she died in a train crash and opened her eyes to something like fragrant, golden feathers.

20. And suddeny, Polly understood. They're weren't really Fledge's wings at all, were they?

[keirawantstocry]

i have been thinking about this non stop recently (I'm working on drawing it)

polly morning crew; Pac fighting/covered in blood and looking great doing it. tubbo and fit just standing there like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ 'holy shit he's hot like that'. (i saw the clip of fit saying "i like them dangerous" + tubbo saying "i think we all just learnt something about [fit's] taste in men" and it has been in my head for fucking ages)

bloody stuff is so gay /pos

The sharp diamond blade whizzed through the air. Red was as familiar a shade as home. 

The blood on his face was warm. Fresh. A body lay in front of him, he wasn't sure why he attacked. All he knew was his brain was running with thoughts of danger. 

Pac turned around slowly to face Fit and Tubbo. They were both staring at him wide eyed. 

“Sorry,” he said softly. 

“Do NOT apologize,” Fit rushed to say, eyes darkening. “That was…” he trailed off.

“Hot as fuck?” Tubbo suggested. 

Pac flushed. “I don't think that's what he meant.” 

Tubbo sent him a withering look. “That's exactly what he meant. You both have some kind of fucking danger kink. I'm surprised I haven't walked in on you two fucking covered in blood.” 

Fit stared at him agape while Pac started to giggle.  

“Shut up,” Fit finally spat out while Tubbo burst into laughter. 

“Don't worry boss, I get it.” He glanced over at Pac. “You look very good while all concentrated on killing.” 

Pac couldn't stop the grin that split across his face. “Thank you, Tubbo.” 

Fit glared at Tubbo half heartedly. “Hey, stop flirting with my boyfriend.” 

“Your boyfriend is hot, I have no regrets.” 

Pac giggled and came up in front of them. With both hands he reached up and grabbed their faces. “I love you two.”

Tubbo froze while Fit smiled at Pac. “Love you two too,” he laughed a bit. 

Tubbo was looking between them with a panicked look. “I… I don't know if I can say that.” 

“That's okay,” Pac said softly. “We love you. That's enough.” 

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Oh I think he goes full out to make girl forgive him. Of course he sorts out the situation with the other girl, but then romantic dinner for just the two of them on the beach, her favourite flowers and dessert.

he sorts it out with the other girl immediately - apologises in case she got the wrong impression, but he is so so deeply in love with you and doesn't want anybody else. idk how she reacts, and frankly idgaf lol. but yeah - matty gives you space that night, goes up to bed a little bit early because he's been Through It. so have you, obv, but you process it by having a few extra drinks with the girls (ft. ross and john, honorary girls, superior boat crew); polly asks if you want to stay with her that night, sweetie that she is, but you shake your head like "i'm still upset, but i can't really sleep without him. and i do miss him. a lot". a little while later, you go up to you and matty's room and enter as quietly as you can - he's facing away from the door, so you can't quite tell if he's asleep or not, but you go to the bathroom and get ready for bed as quietly as you can so as not to wake him regardless. you tuck yourself in and stare at matty's bare back for a second, before you think "fuck it" and squish close to him so you can spoon him. it's a peace offering, an olive branch, a white flag, and also a way of saying "i love you. i want you close to me" without speaking at all. as it turns out, matty's still awake; he doesn't turn round, but he pulls the arm wrapped around him up so he can kiss your hand, then falls asleep clutching it like a life raft. you fall asleep with your face smushed into his back, just inhaling his smell - synonymous with home, for you - and wake up curled into his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. you're both quite tentative the next morning; there are some hugs, and little kisses to heads and cheeks and shoulders and hands, but nothing too much. and you respect matty for it, the fact he's giving you space, so much so that you agree when he asks if the two of you can have dinner alone that night.

like you said, it's a dinner on the beach, the two of you and a picnic blanket and your favourite food. matty says he wishes the circumstances of the dinner were happier, but acknowledges it's his fault they aren't, and says that he wanted to do something special for you to kickstart his becoming better - says something like "this is the level of romance you deserve all the time. i'm sorry i let it slip completely recently. it honestly will never happen again. i'm not asking you to take my word for that, because i'll genuinely prove it. i love you. you're all i want, all i need, and i'm never taking you for granted ever again". and there's more he tries to say, but he can't - at that point, you lean over to kiss him, because you can't help yourself, and it shuts him up. when you pull back, you're like "i love you too. thank you", before the two of you have a big hug. you walk along the beach and back to the hotel quietly, but holding hands the whole time, and when you get back to your room you see a bouquet of tulips have been delivered with an "i'm sorry. i love you. matty x" note; another big hug follows, and then you get ready for bed and fall asleep holding each other again. it takes a little while for the two of you to get back to normal, but this is a good start <3

[sergeant-spoons]

21. A Necessary Promise of Somewhere Else

Bernadette Noel

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The old sayings go that absence makes the heart fonder, and that time heals all wounds. Berni wished she could say the same about the waiting. In the month that had passed since Tare's split, the women on the English side of the ocean had seen little improvement in their company spirit. Even the welcome guidance of the long-missed Major Harbridge couldn't do much to encourage the girls when all they could think about was their other half on the other side of the Atlantic. When would they see their sisters-in-arms again? Would they find themselves in battle before then? Would they end up in Europe while Polly and the rest shipped off to the Pacific at the whim of some American commander with strong ties to English air command? Berni didn't like these thoughts. They made her upset, and being upset made her angry. The girls didn't deserve an angry captain, but when she got a little too harsh with them during a flight drill or a landing test, they went easy on her. They understood how she was feeling. They felt the same.

Some of the crew adjusted better than others to the unpredictable hours and the risks and stressors of their commissioned undertaking. Ferrier flight orders could be issued around the clock and canceled just as readily. They all started paying greater attention to the weather than they had before, and that was saying something, coming from these seasoned pilots. After a week straight of touch-and-go runs, interrupted drills, air raid sirens, and near-misses in uncontrolled airspace, Berni had had it with her superiors. She had to send Fiona to bed to catch up on the sleep she'd missed for three days straight, make Délia take a shower to destress after a male pilot caused an oil spill all over the tarmac and nearly set Délia's plane up in flames, and drop Addie off at the hospital to deal with a case of walking pneumonia. After all that, Berni promptly marched into Battalion CP to put in her two cents and barged right into the head office. She took a bit of a tongue-lashing for her insolence, but she took the reprimand in stride, and in the end, her boldness paid off: her efforts grounded Tare for the next two days. It meant no planes or flying at all, sure, but it also meant no ferrier runs—it meant they could finally catch their breath.

For the first time in weeks, Berni could finally go to bed sure of what tomorrow would bring.

The sun rose through a haze of mist on Ellis Osbourne's birthday. The temperature had dropped overnight, and the resulting early-morning fog was pleasant to look out upon as the girls got up that morning. Berni would have let them sleep in, but today was a special day and warranted early celebration. They could sleep in the next day (more of a promise to herself than the others, made privately as she frowned at her disheveled appearance in the bathroom mirror). She brushed her teeth as the rest of the girls slowly got up and got ready for the day, noticing how, fortunately, the two-day grounding and the birthday plans seemed to have bolstered spirits enough to mess around a little despite the early hour. Fiona and Délia came into the bathroom and play-fought with Berni for space at the mirror; she almost won, but then they teamed up to tickle her into surrender, and she lost.

"You want me to stab you with this?" she giggled as she waved her toothbrush back and forth. "Because you know I will."

She knew she couldn't dissuade them, but she didn't really care. Fiona attacked again, and Délia cackled as Berni squeezed her toothpaste tube too hard and squeezed it onto the sink, the mirror, and her and Fiona's pajamas.

"Oh, now look what you've done," Berni laughed, backing out of the bathroom in surrender but taking a dampened towel with her to try and clean herself up. In the bedroom, Addie and Thelma were making their bed while Ellis, the birthday girl, sat on the tiny couch by the window and read a postcard from the States. It had a painting of the ocean and a boardwalk and a long row of buildings, and Berni thought it looked faintly familiar but couldn't quite place it.

"Who's that from?" Thelma asked as she lit up her customary morning cigarette, then offered one to Berni. The captain declined.

"Just somebody," Ellis answered vaguely, and Thelma snorted as Addie pushed her towards the courtyard, insisting she smoke outside.

"So it's from McClung, then?" Thelma figured, then snickered her way out the door as Ellis blushed and got defensive.

"As long as he wished you a happy birthday," Berni supposed, and Ellis begrudgingly informed her captain that Earl had, in fact, remembered her birthday. After a moment, Ellis lifted up her pillow and showed Berni that McClung hadn't just sent a postcard, he'd sent a gift as well. Ellis looked embarrassed at the nature of the gift, but Berni said it was the nicest pair of lingerie she'd ever seen—

"Seems he likes your ass more than I thought."

—and Ellis forgot her embarrassment in favor of smacking Berni with her pillow.

Once Fiona and Délia left the bathroom and Berni was able to step back inside to finish freshening up for the day, she used the toothpaste mess as an excuse to stay behind and asked Ellis to wait with her. Ellis didn't seem to suspect anything out of the ordinary—the captain just liked to have company; she asked all the girls to hang back with her an equal amount—and Berni made casual conversation about the foggy weather and the fortune of having today off to celebrate. Ellis responded more often than until she didn't, and Berni had just finished wiping down the mirror and brushing her teeth (again) when she realized Ellis had gone silent. She poked her head out the bathroom door and dropped her towel right on the ground when she saw Ellis slouched over on the end of her bed, crying. Realizing she'd just drooled toothpaste all down her shirt, Berni swore under her breath. She jumped back into the bathroom, hurriedly spit into the sink, and haphazardly wiped her face with a fresh towel as she left the bathroom for good. Ellis kept her head down as Berni approached, and Berni felt bad for interrupting her in her embarrassment, but she would have felt worse for not trying to comfort her.

Sitting on her legs on the floor in front of Ellis, Berni tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong, El?"

"It's my birthday," Ellis admitted sadly, "and I miss my sister."

Berni felt suddenly and deeply guilty. It had been her that had separated the two. Ellis here in England; Erma back in the States. She winced and took Ellis' hands.

"You won't be apart forever," she reassured, giving Ellis' hands a squeeze. "I swear, you won't. Life's not that cruel. Not even the daft tossers we landed as higher-ups are dumb enough to keep our company split up like this for long. It just doesn't make sense. Hardly makes sense why they did it in the first place, but to hell with them, and here's to you—and Erma."

Ellis shrugged and tried not to smile, but Berni had coaxed one out of her, and the captain jumped on the opportunity.

"In the meantime, well..."

She leaned back to steal a glance out the screen door. Délia, Fiona, Thelma, and Addie had gathered in the courtyard just as they'd planned last night while Ellis was taking a shower. Délia shot Berni a thumbs-up, and Berni turned back to her less-tearful comrade.

"Maybe we can celebrate your birthday in our own way?"

Ellis looked confused, but before she could even finish asking what Berni meant, the four other women in their party leaped through the door, carrying decorations and balloons and birthday pancakes. Ellis looked alarmed, but then they—plus Berni—burst into the happy birthday song as loud as they could sing it, and she started to cry again, but less so out of sadness. They spent the next half-hour decorating and eating and swapping stories of their own birthdays, especially during childhood, until Major Harbridge poked his head through the door to say hello, to lightly scold Berni for being clever enough to steal her girls a break but not enough to get him her flight logs on time, and to inform them that their singing had woken him up in his officers' quarters two doors down far earlier than he would have liked this morning. He waved off their apologies and wished Ellis a happy birthday, and all was well again—until that afternoon, when Berni found Ellis crying for the second time that day. Ellis didn't cry much, so twice in one day was real cause for concern. Again, all she could say was she missed her sister. Berni felt even guiltier, so much so that she let Addie take the reins.

"She made me a cake, last year," Ellis remembered, getting choked up. "She makes the best cakes."

"That she does. But hey, you know, I just happened to have a few hours free last night, sooo..."

At Addie's gesture, Berni popped the lid off the platter Fiona and Délia had just snuck in the back door.

"Who wants cake?"

It was a ridiculously ugly cake, and that had more to do with Berni trying to help Addie bake it than Addie's own skills. They didn't have any baking powder and Berni dropped their last two eggs on the floor before they could make it to the mixing bowl, but the one thing they hadn't lacked was sugar. Hopefully, that could make up for its lopsided, half-baked existence somewhat. Ellis acknowledged it was the thought that counted, wiped away her tears, and indulged them in a few bites before everyone agreed the cake was basically inedible and they should just go out for dinner and drinks at the pub instead. Berni bought everyone a round (and then a second round for Addie and Ellis to apologize for the cake), and they had a merry old time. It was enough to forget, for a little while, their grievances and small bickerings and the people they missed that should have come home by now. The feeling didn't last past morning, but for the moment, it was enough.

The rest of the summer of '43 passed in a slog of repetitive paperwork, risky (but necessary) missions, and a general sense of uncertainty towards what the future might hold. On both sides of the Atlantic, the pilots of Tare made the best they could out of their unfortunate lot. The separation did little for their belief in the designs of their superiors, but it cemented their sense of camaraderie, and it was the only part of the distance that Berni could earnestly be grateful for. Even flying wasn't the same without her whole crew behind her. She missed them just as much as anyone. Maybe even more, though she wouldn't claim it aloud. She had to be tough for the women she'd been trusted to look after here in England. If she couldn't keep her head on her shoulders, how could she expect them to?

Frank sent her letters every week to report on the happenings with Easy and the rest of the 506th. When he could, he gave news of the pilots he could get ahold of between the women's training drills and Sobel's near-constant revoking of weekend passes. Berni always found time to write back, even if it had to be in the wee hours of the night, waiting for two of her pilots to return from a midnight delivery. Though she couldn't have known it, from army base to army base across the States, Frank wrote his letters and pretended not to notice Joe Liebgott looking over his shoulder when he read Berni's replies aloud to his cabinmates. Any mention of him in her letters would have sufficed to calm the fitfulness he'd carried with him since the day she left, but Berni never did. She wouldn't even hint that she thought of or remembered him by description or name.

Maybe it was what he deserved, not knowing.

There was one thing. She always ended her letters with give the lads my love. Joe wanted to assume her wishes included him, but he couldn't be sure, and he never had the balls to write her himself and ask. Especially not with how they'd parted ways last April.

Damnit, Joe, get your head out of the clouds. Flygirl's not comin' back. Not to you, anyway.

Berni had her share of scares that summer. They had more close calls than she would have liked; more than she could count on both hands. In May, her and Thelma's plane took a beating in a freak hailstorm over Guernsey and almost didn't make it back to England. Thelma nearly lost her fingers thanks to the rough emergency landing they had to make on an airfield just six kilometers from their home base. Thelma broke four of her fingers in total. She couldn't fly for two weeks after that, which meant Berni couldn't, either. Not without her flight partner. And she wouldn't have wanted to fly without Thelma, anyway. That would have felt, in a word, insensitive.

In June, Fiona suffered a broken wrist and a dozen bruises during an air raid on Norwich. She'd gone there on furlough, just in time to witness a German bomb topple a church steeple and send its bell careening down towards the street where she stood. Thankfully, Fiona's instinct was to run, and the impact only blew her back a few yards and knocked her straight through the glass door of a local deli. The owner of the place, seeing her military uniform, quickly pulled her into the cellar, where they and the owner's family waited until the sirens stopped and the raid was declared over. At first, Fiona didn't want to touch a plane, but after a week, something snapped in her, and she begged Berni to put her back in the air. Berni told her she had to wait until Fiona's wrist healed—it was regulation, and besides, Berni had Fiona's safety to think about—and Fiona gave her the cold shoulder until Délia shook some sense into her.

In July, Ellis and Addie were nearly shot down over the Channel. Their plane made it back to the base badly damaged, and it was all the girls could do to get their friends out safely before something went terribly wrong and exploded the whole thing. Berni had never seen fireworks like it. The combustions lit up the night sky like daylight, so bright that Major Harbridge declared a state of emergency and enforced a blackout across the entire base in case the Germans testing their luck over the Channel tonight had spotted the accidental pyrotechnics show. It took until the end of the summer to get that part of the runway back into shape. They needed new cement, new regulations, new everything. The paperwork was a headache and a half, but Berni wouldn't have traded it for the world. Addie and Ellis were safe—if a little scorched—and that was all that mattered to her.

In August, nothing much happened until the end of the month. With a third of the runway out of commission and a solid excuse to focus on the maintenance and repair of their planes, Berni and her crew spent the majority of the month with their boots on the ground. She hardly wore her flight jacket, half because she didn't have a reason to and half because it had gotten so hot out. This had to be the warmest English summer she could remember. She said 'English' summer, because even this heat couldn't compare to the day she and her girls had first set foot in Georgia. She didn't envy those still in the States for the humidity they must be facing all over again this sweltering season. Then again, they were over there, and not here where they belonged, so what did she have to be jealous for?

On the second-to-last day of August, Berni received a telegram from Colonel Sink of the 5-o'-6. Major Harbridge ought to have read it before her, as was customary, but he passed it along to the captain without so much as breaking the seal.

"Good news, or maybe bad, I think," he mused from behind his bushy mustache. "Whatever it is, I expect they'll think better of it from you, not me. Especially if it's nothing good."

That didn't do much to bolster Berni's nerves, but the official-looking envelope did invoke a level of seriousness that she hadn't seen from Sink since the last time she'd shaken his hand goodbye. He'd sent her, Major Harbridge, and their shared superiors telegrams many times over the summer, but none had given Berni the sense of change to come. She tried to tell herself it was nothing other than the coming fall cheating her reason and getting her hopes up, but by the time she sat down in the summer grass with her girls to crack the envelope open, she felt as jumpy as a hare listening for a hound on the hunt.

"'...wish you well'," she read aloud to eager ears. "'Important news to relay. Knight takes queen, pawns follow to king. Checkmate.' And that's... that's all it says."

Berni looked up from the letter. Only Addie seemed to have caught on to Sink's meaning.

"What?" Thelma asked, looking between her girlfriend and her captain. "What does it mean?"

"It's chess," Addie explained. "Now, if England's the queen, and we're the king, I expect you can guess who the knight is supposed to be."

"They're coming to Europe," Berni realized, a smile stunned right onto her lips. "All of them."

After a beat of personal amazement, she looked up and saw she was being watched with wonder equal to her own.

"You mean...?" Ellis asked tentatively, too afraid of guessing wrong to finish the question.

"You think?" Fiona chimed in.

"Could it be?" Délia added with wide eyes.

"Bloody hell," Thelma cursed, and Addie squeezed her hand, tight-lipped.

"That's right."

Berni thought she might cry a little, and for once, she didn't think herself any less tough for letting a few tears fall.

"Our girls are coming home."

"And," Fiona added with a grin, "if I ken my chess, an' I do, those pawns the colonel's on about may well be our bonnie, braw paratroopers along for the ride. And not just a few of them, either."

"That so, Fee?"

Berni's smile grew and grew.

"Bring 'em on."

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Yet another long-overdue update. Cheers!

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On the morning of February 5th 1941 the people of the Outer Hebridean island of Eriskay woke up and thought all their Christmases had come at once.

Part two telling the fate of the S S Politiain, which ran aground off Eriskay on this day in 1941.

At 10.30am on 5th February 1941 one of the ship's lifeboats left with 26 men and was washed ashore at the foot of the cliffs of Rudha Dubh, across the Sound on South Uist. Although the boat was smashed to pieces the crew survived without any injuries, but they returned to the 'Politician' by the Eriskay ferryboat later the same day. At 4.45pm the RNLI lifeboat came from Barra to rescue all of the 50 crew and land them on the Island of Barra. Chief Officer RA Swain recalls how the islanders were "very kind, replenished us with hot drinks laced with good rum, and generally made us very comfortable for the night".

The next morning, 6th February, Captain Worthington and his officers returned to the ship to see if there was any hope of re-floating her, but water had flooded the engine room and several of the ships' holds.

On 8th February the Liverpool and Glasgow Salvage Association tender 'SS Ranger' arrived with a party of salvage experts led by Commander Kay and divers, to survey the damage to the ship. The Ranger also supplied power to the winches to help the Captain and crew remove some of the 500 tons of cargo, which as well as the whisky included cars, bicycles, mail and cotton. The severe gales hampered attempts to remove the cargo and inspect the ship for salvage. It was not until 15th February that divers were able to inspect the ship's hull. Captain Kay, in charge of the salvage operation, decided to make no attempt to save the whisky as its hold (number 5) was flooded with water and fuel oil, and he believed it was contaminated. For this reason he didn't place an armed guard on the ship.

On 18th February the coaster 'Corteen' began loading the salvaged cargo, and four days later sailed for Glasgow fully loaded. The salvors had salvaged as much of the cargo as they could without diving and on 24th February the salvage officer, Commander Kay, signalled "Regret... diver's examinations shows salvage of vessel impracticable". The ship was declared a total loss and it was decided to leave the 'Politician' where she was. That same day, 24th February, the crew left the ship for the last time, and Harrisons gave notice of the abandonment of the ship to the insurers. On 12th March the Liverpool and Glasgow Salvage Association abandoned the salvage project.

Free whisky for all!

When the locals learned from the crew what the ship was carrying, a series of illegal salvage operations took place on the night of the stranding before the customs and excise officials arrived. The whisky was especially welcome because the island's had dried up due to war-time rationing. So the islanders helped themselves to some of the 28,000 cases (264,000 bottles) of whisky, or  usquebaugh, as they knew it in their native laguage, Gaelic,  which had been destined for the American market.

No islander regarded it as stealing because the rules of salvage meant that once it was in the sea, it was theirs to rescue. As word of the 'Polly' whisky spread, people came in small boats from islands closest to Barra, Lewis, Mull and the mainland. Rumours spread that the 'Polly' whisky even had magical qualities and didn't cause hangovers!

Unfortunately for the locals the customs officers, surveyor EI Gledhill and fixed officer Charles McColl based in Lochboisdale, didn't share the view that it was okay to salvage the whisky. Charles McColl, a teetotaler, saw it as theft, made worse by the fact that the whisky had never had any duty paid on it. He did not agree with Captain Kay that the whisky was unsalvageable, and that it was safe to leave it on board unguarded.

A second salvage company which later came to break up the ship, emptied hold number 5 and recovered 13,500 cases of whisky. The major part of this was transferred to storage in a customs warehouse on the mainland but some was drunk by the salvers themselves!

McColl began a battle to rally the local police into taking action to recover the stolen whisky. Village homes and crofts were searched and bottles were found hidden away in lofts, hideaways or just drunk to hide the evidence! Even today caches of 'Polly' whisky still come to light when houses are renovated.

Charles McColl and the local police caught many of the locals looting or hiding whisky when they searched households and hiding places on the islands of Benbecula, South Uist and Eriskay, between 15 March and 30 September 1941. They succeeded in recovering a considerable quantity of the goods stolen, including a wide range of whisky. An Inverness-Shire Constabulary report for the 15 March 1941 records that:

"Alexander O'Henley, crofter, Garryamonie, Lochboisdale, Isle of South Uist, and four others acting in concert were found in the sound of Eriskay in the parish of South Uist in the county of Inverness, in possession of the after mentioned goods suspected of having been stolen from the 'SS Politician' then aground on Calvay Island in the Sound of Eriskay:

15 cases of whisky,

3 bundles of cotton print,

13 packets of 10 capstan cigarettes,

2 cycle mudguards,

1 handrail."

On 26th April a group of Barra men stood trial at Lochmaddy Sheriff Court, where they pleaded guilty to theft and were fined between three to five pounds. Charles McColl was unhappy at the leniency of the sentence, and pursued more men, 19 of whom received harsher sentences of between 20 days and 2 months imprisonment at Inverness and Peterhead. This created resentment amongst the locals which lingers to this day. McColl estimated that the islanders had salvaged 24, 000 bottles of whisky and wanted to make sure they could rescue no more so he obtained official permission in October 1941 to blow up the 'Politician'

In April 1941 the Salvage Association of London came to an arrangement with the British Iron and Steel Corporation (Salvage) Ltd of Glasgow to carry out a second salvage operation prior to the towing of the vessel to the ship breakers. They arrived to find the 'Polly' in a sorry state, everything movable had been looted. Examination by divers showed there was great rock under her engine room, and number 5 hold, the engine room and stoke hole were completely flooded with the water level rising and falling with the tide.

Their first job was to lighten the ship so divers salvaged the bales of cotton and cases of whisky. The strongroom believed to be holding the banknotes was also hidden between decks in the number 5 hold but when it was opened the money wasn't there. Boxes containing £360,000 in banknotes were later found hidden amongst the whisky cases. Why it was hidden there and not in the safe is not known.

In May the salvage vessel 'Assistance' lifted and forwarded more cargo to Glasgow. An attempt was made to re-float the 'Politician' on 20th September 1941, to tow her to Lochboisdale. The attempt failed and she came to rest on another rocky outcrop concealed in a sand bank and broke her back. Customs officers Gledhill and McColl estimated there was still 1,000 cases of whisky in hold number 5 so they obtained permission to dynamite the hold. This was carried out in October 1941, much to the dismay of the islanders, their emotions summed up by Angus John Campbell, who commented;

"Dynamiting whisky! You wouldn't think there'd be men in the world so crazy as that!"

Salvage attempts continued on and off until July 1944. The ship was broken into two halves, with the forward section towed to Glasgow for breaking up and the sunken after section left where she lay. Today the wreck of the 'SS Politician' still lies off the coast of Eriskay, hidden below the waterline now, her deck and cabins long since destroyed by the wild sea.

The stranding of the 'Politician' would have been forgotten as just a minor incident amongst many occurring to the Harrison Line fleet of ships during the Second World War, when they lost 30 of their 46 ships.

During the war the incident was not reported to the public, but the rumours in the highlands and islands of the West of Scotland would have been heard by the author Compton Mackenzie on the neighbouring island of Barra. The story of the 'Politician' became immortalised in his 1947 novel, 'Whiskey Galore', renamed the 'S Cabinet Minister'. When this was made into the Ealing comedy film in 1949, her story became the stuff of national legend, a remake was released in 2016.

The 'Politican' continues to rouse interest with stories of whisky still being discovered on the Islands. In 1987 eight bottles found by Donald MacPhee from South Uist sold at Christies for £4,000, and in 2003 Bonhams sold a single lid from a Ballantine's whisky crate for £1,500. As recently as August 2010 one single Ballantine's bottle of whisky sold for £4,200!

In 1988 the island of Eriskay got its first 'legitimate' pub, named Am Politician, 'The Politician' in Gaelic.

In 1989 a salvage company, SS Politician plc, was founded to salvage whisky and other cargo. After moving hundreds of tons of sand they only recovered 24 more bottles.

As I touched upon earlier the Polly was carrying another valable cargo, Bank Notes! 

Conspiracy theories prevail, mostly surrounding the reason she was carrying almost 290,000 ten shilling notes (£145,000), the equivalent of several million pounds today. Why was this amount of money being sent to Jamaica? Was it in case the government and royal family were preparing to evacuate the UK?

The Crown Agents for Overseas Governments report from 1973 describes how the government hoped that they would not get into circulation but they started turning up on the shore. Local children were seen playing with them on the beach at Benbecula but;

"the locals, most of whom are known to be incriminated in the looting, are too wily to give anything away"

An empty cash case was also found abandoned in the hold of the ship. By June the bank notes from the 'SS Politician' were turning up in bank branches in Liverpool and as far away as Jamaica, Switzerland and the USA. By 1958 the Crown Agents reported that 211,267 (£360,000) of the 290,000 notes had been recovered by the salvage company and a further 2,329 had been presented in banks in England and all over the world. There are still about 75,000 banknotes which have never been accounted for, their whereabouts remain a mystery.

The mystery is fuelled by the fact that government papers concerning the 'Politician' are still the subject of a 75 year old closure rule, which means we may not know the answer until 2016.

Perhaps the greatest mystery of all is how the 'Politician' came to be grounded in the first place? Why was she sailing full steam ahead up a narrow shallow rocky channel? The weather and black-out conditions of wartime certainly contributed and there is some evidence to suggest that she had changed direction to avoid a south bound convoy, which forced her west off her projected course. The locals have a simpler answer - it was the islanders calling for their whisky!

[eritvita]

‘ but will that make you happy? ’

@miss-polly

'Twouldn't be the same and fine to truly admit to the sweetest Polly of Roland's own undertaking with the dark, devious Underground of the Esoteric Society: where all the fine, bulked books come with their black bindings made of olde velvet and art borne with a great, gaudy Lock and carried with a thin chain their silver Key; where every shadow contains a memory, a new Voice, a gallantry of crooking fingers beckoning simple Roland to come forth and to artefully speak.

But he hums and sips at his coffee, and leans his hip pon her Shop's cleaned counter, and a'waits for the morning crew to break through the doors for their sunrisen breakfast. "As happy as I hath ever been," says he amiably, and waggles his eyebrows to hath her blush.

And yet, dost he borne a face, twisting in distasteful squinting and painted to seem irreverent. "But that craggy Path of the Ethernet Cable is now so bequeathed to test 'twards my dearest patience. I must dally with the initiative, and, verily: wait." And Roland grumbles, mimicking a muppet with his furrowed brow and disgruntled sounds through the paper lip of his bought, cheap coffee. He snorts. 

i can't find the meme !

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Consetual cannibalism enjoyers when Tubbo

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btw i missed the first half of this stream poly morning crew made out slopy style yeah?

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/gallery/77663541/runaway-train 

Johnny Ager (1943): A soft-spoken animator at first, Johnny was conscripted as a soldier in WWII. He came home in 1943, missing his legs and one arm. His sister, Polly, helped him money-wise, getting some prosthetics for him with what she could scrape together. Then, feeling like nothing but a burden, he got a few of his things and tried to leave. That was when the Runaway Train came by to get him.

Sally “Siren” Belle (1932): Back in the 20s, everything was just swell for Sally. She was a star of the stage, a famous singer. But the Depression put her out of business and on to the streets. In vain, she struggled to get her fame back. Finally, she decided to do something drastic; hock her furs and move to the big city. Start a new life. She couldn’t afford a ticket, but the Runaway Train picked her up anyway. Orla Kelly (1721): Life wasn’t easy living in Ireland when Orla was. She made the most of it, though. Working her hardest during the day and reeling away all night, her love of dance kept her sane. Soon, though, she grew discontent with her simple life; she wanted to see the world. Setting her sights on the sailors of Galway as her ticket out, she set off away from home. The Runaway Train came to give her a lift. Curtis Holmes (1957): A sailor all his life, Curtis knew the sea better than anyone. The threat of Soviet enemies prowling the ocean would drive even the best seamen to the edge, though. Wound up and anxious, all his crew collectively decided to dock and get him some rest. Bitter at his expulsion, he set to go home on the train. The Runaway Train got him instead, though.

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Anne Sommer (1908): Anne was… brought up funny. Where she grew up, everyone knew everyone. They kept from the outside world, a little too much. Other towns started calling them a cult. The sweet girl didn’t know what that was. She thought it all perfectly normal. And she also thought it perfectly normal when she was left out in the fields as a sacrifice and taken away by a thundering train of spirits and demons. Salem Graylove (1986): Always the outcast, Salem preferred books and adventure to sports and games. With no friends to come with them, they one day got lost on their hunt for the wild and fantastical. Days went by and the poor child grew more and more afraid… soon, though, they began to see strange spectres through the trees. A little frightened but very curious, they followed them to the Runaway Train. Ed Ladouceur (1884): Most people don’t find themselves around dead bodies very often. Ed, though, is not most people. Working early in the mornings and late at night, Ed dug graves and maintained the cemetery. No one really knows exactly what kind of phantoms he saw while working those shifts… but it’s clear they changed him. Chasing the spirits down, he soon found the Runaway Train. Or rather, it found him.

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Barbara “BB” Bei (1975): BB was a legend in her town. Daring in derbies and equally risky on the streets, she was more than a roller skater: she was a daredevil. It was upholding this reputation that would take her to the Runaway Train; a failed trick left her half dead, possessing her own body. It was impossible to resist the light of the train when it came for her soul, picking up more than it bargained for as it did. Niccolo "Nick" Giancana (1924): Nick’s life can be very briefly summarised as one of crime. Born into the mafia, his childhood was barely existent between theft and violence. At the ripe old age of twenty, he decided to quit his more aggressive crimes and settle into the life of a moonshining speak-easy bartender. However, the mob wouldn’t let him go so easily. Running from them, he came to the Runaway Train. Eden Drake (1916): Composed, timely, and organized; all traits that Eden exemplifies. As the butler of a rich businessman, they had to be the best of the best. By most accounts they had a perfect life. They don’t speak much about how they got to be on the Runaway Train. Maybe it was just bad luck… or maybe, they really are running from something, and their hands aren't as clean as they seem. Louise Arledge (1890): A crazed murderer is not what most people would expect Louise to fit the image of. Not even she seems to think so. Having base medical skills and a need for coin, she posed as a man and worked as a dentist. But when she was at those patients and they were just so prone, she couldn’t resist the urge. When her crimes began to come to light, she fled London, the Runaway Train assisting.

[naturecoaster]

Dade City Ribbon Cutting Opens the Door for the Return of the Monarch Butterfly Festival

The City of Dade City hosted a ribbon-cutting ceremony for the newly renovated Touchton Park on Thursday, April 4, 2024, at 11 am. The ribbon-cutting ceremony was originally planned for the day before, but Mother Nature interrupted with an intense storm at the time planned. Dade City Ribbon Cutting Opens the Door for the Return of the Monarch Butterfly Festival October 26, 2024 We hope to see the Butterfly Lady at the 2024 Dade City Monarch Butterfly Festival in the newly renovated Touchton Park. Miles the Butterfly, photo ops, education, native butterfly plants and much more will be at the annual Dade City Monarch Butterfly Festival on October 26. Image by Dennis Bedard. Previously known to Dade City residents as Polly Touchton Park and located across 5th Street from the Dade City Garden Club, Touchton Park has undergone a dramatic renovation as a gift from one of “MissPolly” Touchton’s grandsons, who have also honored his grandfather and his parents with therenovation. The public is invited to attend. J. Thomas Touchton, who lives in Tampa but grew up in Dade City, credits the examples set by his parents and grandparents for his own community involvement during his lifetime and has expressed great appreciation to the community of Dade City for its positive influence in his life. This prompted him to create a vision for renovating the Ruth Embry “Miss Polly” Touchton Park—both to honor his family and to offer a “thank you” to the people of Dade City. Consequently, he has worked with The City of Dade City for over two years to make this vision areality and Thursday morning it was dedicated to the public. Touchton Park during its renovations. Image Courtesy of https://www.facebook.com/DadeCityLife The renovation includes the planting of more trees and shrubs, the leveling of some of the east side of the Park along 5th Street to create two levels, the addition of irrigation and underground utilities, and the addition of sidewalks, swings, and new picnic tables. A retaining wall was added within the Park to balance the new “upper” and “lower” levels. The City also installed new underground stormwater drainage along Southview Avenue and 5th Street and participated in the creation of new parking spaces on those streets. Attracting Monarch Butterflies with Special Plants Monarch butterflies on native plants. The crowing feature of special interest to the Dade City Garden Club is the planting of a significant number of flowering plants and shrubs specifically chosen to attract Monarch butterflies and other pollinators. Strategically located at the southern gateway to Historic Downtown Dade City, the Park provides an enhanced greenspace that promotes the City’s image and sustains the environment with much-needed open space. Former Mayor Camille Hernandez and a crew of celebrants erect the Monarch City USA sign in Dade City, 2019. Image courtesy of the City of Dade City. Dade City is a Monarch City USA As a Monarch City USA, The City partners with the Dade City Garden Club to host the Monarch Butterfly Festival on the fourth weekend in October. The re-opening of Touchton Park allows this year’s event to be held on Saturday, October 26, 2024 and will be the same popular family event held in the past with a new look and an expanded focus on more education and public awareness. NatureCoaster.com has been a media sponsor of, and speaker at this wonderful event. The garden club and the whole community are grateful to Mr. Touchton and The City for their ongoing support and enjoyed meeting the public at the rescheduled Ribbon Cutting on April 4, 2024, at 11 am. Dade City Garden Club looks forward to meeting more Monarch enthusiasts at the Festival in October. We will see you there! For more information, contact Joan Hepscher, Chair of the Dade City Monarch Butterfly Festival,at JoanHep@gmail.com. Read the full article

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i know Pac means Fred and Tommy when he says "5 more to go" but i take this as polly morning crew