#hatfield road

[psychedeliclush]

( INFORMATION AND EXAMPLES OF EACH GENRE UNDER CUT )

HORROR PUNK !

Artists: Misfits, Murderdolls, 45 Grave, The Cramps, Blitzkid

Most popular Era: late 1970s - early 1980s

Basic definition: Horror punk is a subgenre of punk rock that incorporates elements of horror themes in its music and aesthetics. Drawing inspiration from horror movies, literature, and imagery, horror punk often features dark and macabre lyrics, spooky melodies, and theatrical performances. Bands in this genre typically use themes of death, monsters, and the supernatural to create a sense of unease and fear in their music. Known for its energetic and aggressive sound, horror punk is characterized by fast-paced guitar riffs, pounding drums, and haunting vocals.

Song examples:

CANTERBURY SOUND !

Artists: Caravan, Soft Machine, Gong, The Wilde Flowers, National Health

Most popular Era: late 1960s - early 1970s

Basic definition: The Canterbury Sound music genre emerged in the late 1960s in Canterbury, England, characterized by its fusion of progressive rock, jazz, and psychedelic elements. Bands like Soft Machine, Caravan, and Hatfield and the North were pioneers of this genre, known for their intricate instrumental compositions, unconventional song structures, and virtuosic musicianship. The music often featured complex time signatures, lush harmonies, and whimsical lyrics, creating a dreamy and otherworldly atmosphere. The Canterbury Sound was influential in the development of progressive rock and remains a distinctive and revered part of the British music scene.

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[unteriors]

Polk Road 29, Hatfield, Arkansas.

[burlveneer-music]

My WVUD playlist, 1/11/2024

(Filling in on Java Time)

Vic Mars - The Obelisk Belbury Poly - The Path Peter Gabriel - Road to Joy (Bright-Side Mix) David Bowie - Lady Grinning Soul David Bowie - Cat People (Putting Out Fire) David Bowie - Loving the Alien (Single Remix) -M- & Gail Ann Dorsey - Space Oddity Metropolitan Jazz Octet - Changes (feat. Paul Marinaro) Filharmonie Brno, Dennis Russell Davies, Angélique Kidjo & Christian Schmitt - Philip Glass, Symphony No. 12 "Lodger": IV. Boys Keep Swinging Imany - Take Me to Church Dolly Parton - Wrecking Ball (feat. Miley Cyrus) Trevor Horn - Personal Jesus (feat. Iggy Pop & Lambrini Girls) Juliana Hatfield - Can't Get It Out of My Head Michele Thomas - Can't Find My Way Home Sleaford Mods - West End Girls The Fusion Syndicate - The Bottle (feat. Bootsy Collins, Brian Jackson, Carmine Appice & Fernando Perdomo) The Feelies - Sweet Jane The Gold Needles - Village Green Preservation Society Simple Minds - Colours Fly and Catherine Wheel (Live From Paisley Abbey) ABC - Poison Arrow (Live) Joni Mitchell - Help Me (feat. Celisse) (Live at the Newport Folk Festival, 7/24/2022) Brendan Perry - Sarabande (Live at The ICA) Scott Walker - Big Louise April Wine - Electric Jewels April Wine - Tonite Is a Wonderful Time to Fall In Love (Live) April Wine - Roller (Live 1982) Crack the Sky - Lady in the Lake Ana Frango Elétrico - Boy of Stranger Things

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Grist:

An estimated 880,000 abandoned oil and gas wells dot the United States. These orphaned wells, some of which were deserted as long as a century ago, can leak toxic oil and gas into the groundwater and air. They also emit methane, the planet-warming primary component of natural gas. In 2021, Congress appropriated $4.7 billion to help clean up the mess by giving states the money they need to seal the wells and remediate their surroundings. Over the last two years, the federal Department of Interior has doled out nearly $1 billion of this total. As of March, more than 7,700 wells have been remediated as a result. 

But with hundreds of thousands of orphaned wells still to go, the road ahead is rocky, in part because states are struggling to meet the Interior Department’s requirements for receiving the remaining funding. The federal agency awarded an initial $25 million each to roughly 30 states with few strings attached. To receive funding from the next tranche, however, the agency has required that states demonstrate that their remediation efforts meet standards outlined in the Endangered Species Act and the National Historic Preservation Act. As a result, state oil and gas departments, which have little to no experience navigating such requirements, are hiring additional staff and creating new procedures to ensure that, as they clean up thousands of decrepit and leaky oil wells across the nation, they also protect endangered species and cultural sites. The early results of these added requirements show that the pace of cleanup is slowing: Texas, for example, plugged 60 percent fewer wells during the first five months of receiving a recent round of federal funding compared to the period following an earlier grant that did not include these requirements. 

“Each tranche seems to get a little harder, a little higher cost, a little more complexity, a greater burden,’” said Dennis Hatfield, Kentucky’s oil and gas division director. “We want to plug them all, but if they [federal officials] make it hard enough, states are going to struggle to meet that standard.”

It’s supposed to be oil and gas companies, rather than state officials like Hatfield, who are responsible for cleaning up well sites. But when companies go bankrupt or otherwise disappear, the responsibility falls to states, tribes, and the federal government. When Congress passed the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, it included three rounds of grants to help clear the growing backlog of orphan wells. The initial grant of up to $25 million per state was intended to put plugging companies back to work at a time when oil prices were low and the industry was in free fall. Most states have already used that funding, and they’ve reported the amount of avoided methane emissions as a result. (In a report to Congress late last year, the Interior Department noted that regulators in California, Colorado, Louisiana, and New Mexico had plugged 328 of roughly 500 orphan wells that were emitting the equivalent of approximately 11,500 metric tons of carbon dioxide a year.)

The second tranche of money, which consists of so-called formula grants and makes up nearly half of the total $4.7 billion appropriated in the infrastructure law, comes with additional requirements. States are currently in the process of applying for and receiving funding from this second tranche. The final tranche, which consists of so-called performance grants that the Interior Department has not yet begun disbursing, are intended to incentivize state legislatures to provide matching funds for cleanup and encourage policy reforms to reduce orphan well burdens going forward. 

[eptck]

ramblings underneath bc i want to

**** having to do w the roads btw . the ones named after my family intersect — two of the roads have my last name and another one has a relative’s first name . i just think that’s silly :p

*** i can name their special interests . they’re all too damn stubborn ( re : ableist ) to believe they’re autistic

** the favorite cousin is a cousin we aren’t technically related to but they’re still 100% my favorite

* yeah i grew up hearing those exact words every time we did a family get together . we are . very white

[grandmaster-anne]

Court Circular | 22nd February 2023

Buckingham Palace

The King this morning visited the Felix Project, Unit 12 and 14 Thomas Road Industrial Estate, Thomas Road, London E14, and was received by Colonel Jane Davis (Vice Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London), the Founders of the Felix Project (Mr Justin Byam Shaw and Mrs Jane Byam Shaw) and the Mayor of London (the Rt Hon Sadiq Khan). His Majesty, escorted by Ms Charlotte Hill (Chief Executive), toured the depot and kitchen and met members of the warehouse team, volunteers and representatives from the Project’s community partners, before unveiling a community freezer and joining a Reception for supporters. The Earl of Dalhousie was received by The King this afternoon, delivered up his Wand of Office and took leave upon relinquishing his appointment as Lord Steward. The Earl of Rosslyn was received by The King, kissed hands upon his appointment as Lord Steward and received from His Majesty his Wand of Office. The President of the German Bundestag (Ms Bärbel Bas) was received by The King. The Rt Hon Rishi Sunak MP (Prime Minister and First Lord of the Treasury) had an audience of His Majesty via telephone. The Queen Consort, Patron, BookTrust, this afternoon received Mr Joseph Coelho (Children’s Laureate).

Kensington Palace

The Earl of Wessex this morning visited George Town Yacht Club, 612B North Sound Road, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands, and departed by boat to visit the Coast Guard Base. The Earl of Wessex, Chairman of the Board of Trustees, The Duke of Edinburgh’s International Award Foundation, and The Countess of Wessex, Global Ambassador, this afternoon attended a Reception at Government House, Seven Mile Beach, Grand Cayman, for young people who have achieved the Gold Standard in the Award. The Countess of Wessex, Global Ambassador, 100 Women in Finance, this morning attended a Reception at Government House. Her Royal Highness later attended the Annual Agricultural Show at West Bay, Grand Cayman. The Earl and Countess of Wessex later departed from Owen Roberts International Airport, Grand Cayman, for Turks and Caicos Islands and were received upon arrival in Grand Turk by the Governor of Turks and Caicos Islands (His Excellency Mr Nigel Dakin). Their Royal Highnesses this evening attended a Reception at the Governor’s Residence, Grand Turk.

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, Patron, the Chartered Institute of Logistics and Transport (UK), this morning attended the London Region Annual Student Conference, Queen Anne Court, Old Royal Naval College, University of Greenwich, Park Row, London SE10, and was received by Mr. Matthew Burrow (Deputy Lieutenant of Greater London). Her Royal Highness, Chancellor, University of London, this afternoon visited the Cicely Saunders Institute of Palliative Care at King’s College London, Bessemer Road, London SE5, to mark its Tenth Anniversary, and was received by Mr. Christopher Wellbelove (Deputy Lieutenant of Greater London). The Princess Royal, Commandant-in-Chief (Youth), St. John Ambulance, this evening attended the Youth Award Ceremony at the Old Palace, Hatfield House, Hatfield, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Hertfordshire (Mr. Robert Voss).

Kensington Palace

The Duke of Gloucester, Patron, British Society of Soil Science, this afternoon received Dr Jacqueline Hannam (President), Professor Paul Hallett (President Elect) and Mrs. Sarah Garry (Executive Officer).

St James’s Palace

Princess Alexandra, Deputy Colonel-in-Chief, this afternoon presented medals to members of The Royal Lancers (Queen Elizabeths’ Own) at St. James’s Palace.

[hellpuppetswithfleshymembers]

All poking fun at captain dipshit and his dumb song aside, this is a good read that takes a real look at what’s been happening for a long time in our nation’s real small towns.

I didn’t know why people kept mentioning “small towns,” but assumed it was a pop culture reference I was missing.

So, I googled it.

Jason Aldean, a country singer I've never heard of and will probably never think about again after people stop talking about him, recently released a song called, "Try That in a Small Town."

The song, if you've not heard it, threatens violence on people who do various things like car jacking, stomping on a flag, “cussing out” a cop, or robbing a liquor store at gun point.

A friend of mine pointed out that Aldean is from Macon, Georgia, with a population of over 150,000.

That’s… not a small town.

I’m from Logan, WV. Population is 1,400.

I came from Chauncey, WV, a coal camp in Logan. Population is 283. I am actually from “Chauncey Holler” (Hollow). Population is probably fewer than 100 people.

I’m from an actual small town.

I’m descended from the Hatfield/Vance clan of Hatfield and McCoy repute. I’m cut from the Shawnee resistance to the Indian Removal Act. My ancestors were freedmen. My ancestors mined the coal that kept the pacified middle class warm and cozy in their domesticated complacency.

And yes, if you come to an actual small town as an outsider and do things that seem threatening to insiders, they’ll handle it internally.

That much is true.

What Jason Aldean is talking about isn’t anything like what people from actual small towns would say. In fact, you won’t hear from them at all because it is not in the ethos of people from insular, isolated communities to try and posture with the outside world.

They don’t think people are actually going to come there and try to burn their crumbling infrastructure and rob their single-wide trailers and their dead grandma’s house they squat with duct tape and cut up trash bags for windows.

No city person is traveling to the middle of nowhere to steal your Aunt Gert’s Buick Skylark, Jason.

They don’t carry enough jugs of oil and coolant to pull over every few miles and top it off because they have not been waiting on that black lung settlement for over a decade to get their car fixed.

Noey (Noah) Mullens, the town mechanic, passes everyone’s car inspection because no one cares about regulations. The police would not ticket Aunt Gert, either, because when most everyone is that Poor, the police know better.

The police don’t “cross that line.”

No one is afraid of getting caught or being reported because no one is looking.

No one cares. No city folk care. No suburban country music singers care.

They’re invisible.

Police do not have much of a role in small towns. People do handle things on their own. No one is spitting in a cop’s face in a small town because Officer Joe Sias and his brother Don aren’t patrolling.

They probably never fired their weapons on the job at anything other than a rabid raccoon or coyote, and they’re considerably less armed than the average citizen. No one calls the police to report crimes.

But in a small town, you are very likely to be robbed by your neighbor’s adult kid with a meth or oxycontin addiction. They’ll steal your grandparents’ cancer and hospice meds and your tube TV.

And no one riots in a small town because they can’t afford to reach the power structures that left them so poor.

At nights, people steal the flood grates around small towns for scrap metal. They loot abandoned houses and businesses for copper wire and metal pipes to scrap. No one is ever going to revitalize those structures, so people just look the other way. By day they pick up beer and soda cans on the side of the road— for scrap.

Anything to avoid the mines.

Aldean’s video shows b-roll of protests, property destruction, violence, and generally unrelated incidents in big cities.

Nobody in those videos cares about what’s happening in somebody’s small town. This is the suburbanite white dude fantasy version of Scarface. It’s the product of having no sense of personal identity and appropriating some ill-imagined mixture of actual generational Poverty culture (which is not a white phenomenon) and a wholly American mythos of having a closed culture that worships assimilation.

They often don’t think they’re racist because they often do genuinely like their Black and Brown neighbors who fish and hunt with them and go to their churches and whose kids are on their kids’ little league team.

They have a vision of living in community that they can’t bring to reality because things have changed since the boomer generation's good hand. They have dreams of being financially successful if they just work hard enough, but those dreams are not coming to fruition because they’re an American myth.

They’re trying to hold on to a sense of grandiosity characterized by surviving struggles they never experienced and by having values they don’t understand or have no connection to.

They are angry at anyone defying the order because they cope with the loss of hope for a mythical future by trying to blame people being crushed by the systems that are also eroding the white working class (at a slower rate).

The rate has been so slow, they don’t realize their sentimentality about how great this nation is came from lies they were told and an identity that is as empty and illusory as the history they learned in school.

It’s the equivalent of trying to be the proverbial “golden child” to an abusive parent, maintaining the illusion that the truth-telling “scapegoat” is actually the problem.

That’s the “great again” that people like that bank on. The proverbial “New Jerusalem.”

Is the song racist?

That’s the wrong question, because it’s oversimplified.

Is the song a mediocre by-product of a mass delusion that white settlers have agreed to maintain because they too had their identities stolen by colonialism, so that they are also defined by Uncle Sam’s toxic legacy as the golden child who is too cowardly to ask questions, hear the truth, accept accountability, or fight back?

Yes.

This peacock of a song is a blatant and pitiable attempt at being unable to accept that they only get a pass from Uncle Sam when they assimilate into a fictional character that upholds the colonial ego of Big Daddy Nationalism and Mama Manifest Destiny.

Unpacking that everything you’ve ever been told is a lie is hard work, and they’re not cut out for that because they’re not actually workers.

They aren’t the cheap labor they benefit from. Their “small town” fantasy is as sincere as their “honest worker” fantasy.

They need to consult their ancestors, and not just the ones who got free [stolen] land.

My “small town” ancestors shot the sheriffs and the deputies, they burned whole towns to the ground, and they led the most violent uprisings in the history of Uncle Sam’s invasion because they did not see the people upholding the status quo as “their own.”

Jason Aldean has no idea who “his people” are. They’re not “small town” people. They’re the middle mass, the embodied entitlement that one inherits when they come from a legacy of settler colonialism, slave trading, and evangelical purity culture that justified genocide.

They’ve been convincing themselves they’re fighting for something noble for so long, they see the loss of that illusion as a threat to the only identity colonialism left them with— generic whiteness.

What he can’t handle is that he’s not a “good ol’ boy,” he’s just a bully doing the business of an abusive parent to preserve the illusion of the “pillar of community.”

If he knew how to be in community, he would not be building a cult following on nationalistic propaganda.

[breedaboyd]

Bound by Duty ~ Cap Hatfield

(Gif by me.)

Pairing: Cap Hatfield × Theodore Stanhope (M!OC).

Word Count: 5.2k+

CW: Anal sex, body worship, breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk.

In the small, close-knit town of Matewan, the tale of Cap and Theo's relationship had become something of a local legend, whispered about in hushed tones among the townsfolk.

It all began on an ordinary day when Cap — known as Will back then — had suffered an injury to his eye in an accident at his father's lumber yard. It was Anse, Cap's father, who had rushed him to Doc Stanhope's modest home clinic. Theodore Stanhope, a family friend of the Hatfield's, was known to have an uncanny talent for mending wounds and ailments of all kinds. Cap had been in terrible pain and the sight of his injured eye wasn't pretty, bloody-red and weeping. Thankfully, Doc Stanhope knew just what to do. Cap would lose his sight in that eye but he'd live.

Over the course of the next few months, Cap's recovery demanded frequent dressing changes to keep it clean. Each time, he'd ride over to Doc Stanhope's cozy cabin tucked away on the forest. Theodore, with his skilled hands and gentle demeanour, worked diligently to ensure Cap's wound healed properly.

As the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, an unexpected camaraderie began to blossom between the two. Doc Stanhope was more than just a healer to Cap; he was a friend. The dressing changes turned into friendly chats, stories swapped and laughter shared.

Their friendship, once forged in the crucible of recovery, soon extended beyond the confines of wound cleaning and dressing changes. It wasn't long before they decided to share a drink or two at the local saloon. Cap found Theo's company to be as soothing as his healing touch, and Theo, in turn, found Cap's charm and rugged resilience irresistibly endearing.

Then, one day, in the heart of the woods, as they hunted game together, Theo paused amidst the towering trees and whispered words that hung in the crisp air like a promise. He proposed that they become more, that they take a leap into the unknown together. Cap's heart jolted at the prospect and he agreed without hesitation. Surrounded by the serenity of nature, in a place that felt untouched by the world's judgments, they sealed their newfound love with a kiss, rifles slung over their shoulders as they held each other tight...

The road to Knoxville feels longer with each passing mile but the familiar sights of Theo's hometown offer a reassuring sense of arrival. Cap's heart quickens as they ride up to the large Stanhope residence.

On the porch, Theo's mother, Fran-Elyse, stands with open arms, her face lit up with joy at the sight of her returning son.

"Theodore!" She exclaims, rushing forward to engulf him in a tight embrace. "You're back!" Theo's arms wrap around his mother and he plants a kiss on her cheek.

"It's good to be home, Ma." Fran-Elyse draws back, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she gazes at Cap.

"And who's this?" Her warmth extends toward Cap. Theo's hand finds Cap's back, a comforting touch.

"This is Will Hatfield, a dear friend of mine. He's been keepin' me company." Cap offers a polite smile, his nerves settling in the face of Fran-Elyse's kind demeanour.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." He greets, genuinely touched by her warmth and she smiles warmly. Meanwhile, Christian Stanhope, Theo's father, approaches with a more reserved air. His gaze scans Theo as if cataloging every detail of his son's appearance as he takes a long drag on his pipe.

"Theodore." He says flatly, his voice as stern as ever. "You look well." Theo nods, a hint of tension in his posture.

"Pop." He says as he straightens his back, adjusting his hat. The introduction is brief and Christian's focus quickly shifts to Cap. He gives Cap a once-over, grimacing slightly when he notices the younger man's milky-white eye.

"And you are?" He says and Cap extends his hand, meeting Christian's gaze with steady determination.

"Will Hatfield, sir. Pleased to meet you." He replies. Christian's handshake is firm, his scrutinising eyes giving nothing away.

"Friend of Theo's, you say?" The older man asks and Cap nods, meeting Christian's gaze with confidence.

"Yessir." There's a brief pause, the air tinged with a quiet assessment. Christian finally inclines his head.

"Well then, I suppose you're welcome in our home. Come inside."

As the group enters the house, Cap can't help but feel a sense of belonging. Fran-Elyse's warmth is a balm to any apprehensions he had and, while Christian might be more reserved, there's a sense of acceptance in his gesture. It's a step into Theo's world and he's excited he finally get's to see it.

The table is a flurry of activity, laden with hearty dishes and the warm aroma of home-cooked food. Fran-Elyse presides over it all, her presence a gentle force of hospitality.

"Theodore, dear, how's your li'l' clinic? Have the folks in town been wantin' your services?" Theo smiles, a sense of pride in his eyes.

"The clinic's keepin' me quite occupied, Ma. There's always some injury or sickness to tend to." He replies and she nods.

"That's good, dear." Fran-Elyse says softly, her gaze soft with maternal pride. "Warms my heart to see my boy making a difference." Christian, on the other hand, remains silent, his gaze fixed on his plate. His disposition is a stark contrast to Fran-Elyse's warmth but it's a familiar dynamic in the Stanhope household. Cap, ever the observer, notes the difference in manners. He clears his throat, taking a sip of water to ease into the conversation.

"And I must say, Mister Stanhope, your wife's cookin' is amazing. 'S been a long while since I had a meal this good." Christian gives him a pointed look and a grunt before looking back down at his food. However, Fran-Elyse's eyes light up, her attention turning towards Cap.

"Oh, you flatter me, Will. I'm glad to hear you enjoy it." She says and Theo gives Cap a grateful nod, his eyes silently expressing his appreciation for the support.

After a few moments of comfortable chatter, Fran-Elyse turns her attention back to Theo. "And how did your visits to the tribes go, dear? Did you learn much?" Theo's expression becomes animated, a genuine enthusiasm shining through.

"Yeah, Ma, I learnt so much. I've been able to do a lot more with herbal remedies and makin' salves, things of the like." He says, eyes flashing with pride. Fran-Elyse beams.

"I'm so proud of you, dear. You have a gift for healin' and it's heartwarmin' to see you share it."

The atmosphere around the dinner table is warm and jovial. Dishes are passed, stories exchanged and laughter fills the air. Fran-Elyse listens with rapt attention to Theo and Cap's tales of their travels, her eyes twinkling with interest. Christian Stanhope, however, remains silent throughout the meal, his stern gaze fixed on his plate. It's only when the main course is nearly finished that he breaks the silence with a curt question directed at Theo.

"Theodore." He begins, his voice tersely polite. "Have you given any thought to my letter? Finding a woman to marry, give us some grandchildren?" Theo's hand tightens around his fork for a fleeting moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He exchanges a quick, anxious glance with Cap before responding carefully.

"Pop, I've been focused on my work and the clinic. Marriage... Well, it hasn't been a top priority." He replies and Christian's brow furrows, a disapproving edge entering his tone.

"You're not getting any younger, son. It's time you considered your responsibilities as a Stanhope." Fran-Elyse interjects gently, trying to mediate.

"Christian, darlin', let's not press him on this. He'll find the right person when the time's right." But Christian remains obstinate.

"Fran, we need heirs. We can't just rely on him to do it all." Theo's jaw tightens, his patience wearing thin. He speaks, his voice edged with frustration. "The boy needs a li'l' push."

"I've been workin' to support this family and I'll continue to do so. But I won't be rushed into a marriage, a decision about my personal life." He says, desperately trying to reassure them but Christian's eyes narrow.

"Personal life? It's not just your life; it's the future of this family. I expect you to think about your duty." Tension hangs thick in the air as the conversation devolves into a petty squabble between father and son. Theo's inner turmoil is masked by a façade of resistance.

The tension in the room builds like a storm gathering strength. Christian's face is red with frustration, his voice carrying a sharp edge. Theo, standing tall and resolute, meets his father's gaze with unwavering determination, the both of them standing from the table to stand toe-to-toe.

"I won't be pressured into a marriage for the sake of duty, Pop." Theo says, his voice firm. "I've dedicated my life to helping people. I can't abandon that!" Christian's face contorts with anger.

"You speak 'bout duty as if it's a burden! It's a privilege, a responsibility passed down through generations!" Theo's patience wears thin and he steps forward, his towering figure casting a long shadow.

"Times are changin', Pop. We have to adapt, not cling to outdated traditions." He bites back and Christian's eyes narrow, his face inches from Theo's.

"You dare lecture me on our family's legacy, boy? You, who prances around with that...that traveling companion of yours?" He yells and Theo's breath catches in his throat. He can feel the tension rising, the air heavy with unspoken truths.

"Pop, Cap is—" But before Theo can finish, Christian's hand lashes out, striking Theo across the face with a resounding slap. The force of it sends Theo stumbling backward, crashing to the floor. The room falls into a stunned silence. Cap's eyes widen in shock, his heart pounding in his chest. Theo, his cheek stinging, slowly rises to his feet, his jaw clenched. Without a word, Christian turns on his heel and storms away, the echo of the door slamming shut reverberating through the house. He locks himself in his study, leaving behind a heavy silence.

Theo stands alone, his cheek still throbbing and tears stinging the corners of his eyes which he quickly blinks away. Slowly, he straightens his waistcoat, a steely resolve settling over him. "Thank you, Ma, for the meal. I'd like to head to my room for the night." He says, managing a polite smile. Fran-Elyse nods, concern lingering in her eyes.

"Of course, dear. Rest well." She manages softly. Theo heads for the stairs and Cap rises as well, a silent show of support.

"Thank you, Missus Stanhope." Cap says with a respectful nod.

Theo and Cap make their way upstairs to their respective rooms, leaving the dining room behind. The hallway is adorned with elegant paintings and the soft glow of the lamps cast a warm light on the polished wooden floor.

Once outside their separate rooms, Theo lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"'M sorry about all that, Cap." He says softly and Cap shakes his head, watching the red handprint developing on his lover's cheek.

"Got nothin' to apologise for, Theo. That was...unexpected." He replies and Theo nods, grateful for Cap's understanding.

"I just wish he'd see things differently." The older of the two says and Cap smiles softly, his eyes filled with affection.

"Hey, maybe one day, he'll come around." Theo manages a small smile and an unconvincing nod.

"Yeah... Thanks, Cap. Now, I think we both could use a good night's sleep." He says and Cap agrees with a nod. They both retire to their respective rooms, an emotion-laden look shared between them before they say 'goodnight' close their doors.

The evening settles around the Stanhope household. Cap and Theo have retired to their respective rooms after the tense dinner but sleep seems elusive for both. Cap can't shake the worry for Theo. He knows how deeply those words cut and he hates that Theo has to endure them, especially on his own. His room feels empty, devoid of the comforting presence that usually eases him into slumber.

The moonlight spills through the curtains, casting a silvery glow across the room as Cap makes a decision. He tugs on a shirt and some drawers and slips out of his own room. He pads down the hall, his steps soft on the polished wood. A quiet knock on Theo's door and he's granted entrance.

Theo's sitting in the window, a book in his hand, the lamplight casting a warm pool of light around him. He sits in the window, wearing nothing but his drawers that leave little to the imagination. His eyes, usually a vibrant amber, are tired but they light up when they land on Cap.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" He asks, his voice a hushed murmur. Cap nods, a mixture of relief and concern washing over him.

"Yeah, I was worried and... Well, it's weird sleepin' without you." Cap replies and Theo's gaze softens as he closes his book, placing it gently on the table.

"C'mere." He says, patting the spot beside him on the window seat. Cap hesitates for just a moment before crossing the room, settling beside Theo. The comfort of his presence is immediate, like a warm blanket wrapped around Cap's shoulders.

They sit in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves turning in the breeze. Then, Theo finally breaks the quiet. "Y'know, Cap, no matter what happens, I'm grateful you're here with me." The younger man smiles, the tension in his chest easing.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else, Theo." He replies and Theo reaches over to wrap an arm around Cap's shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks, Cap. I feel like I don't say it enough but...you mean the world to me." Theo says softly. Cap's heart swells with affection and he leans in, resting his head on Theo's shoulder.

They sit in silence for another few moments. Then, Cap's voice, light with a hint of humour, breaks the stillness.

"Y'know, Theo, maybe if I could have kids, your old man'd be more acceptin'." The words hang in the air, their implications sinking in. It was meant to be a joke but both men feel the shift, the weight of the idea settling around them. Theo's gaze meets Cap's, his eyes darkening with a newfound intensity. Theo's voice, once soft and soothing, now takes on a deeper timbre. He leans in closer, his breath warm against Cap's ear.

"Cap." He murmurs, his tone dripping with desire. "Would you like that? The thought of you carryin' our child, it's..." Cap shivers, his body responding to the unexpected turn in their conversation. His voice, low and husky, joins Theo's.

"Never thought about it but...now that you mention it, it does sound..." Their words hang in the air, the space between them charged with a new kind of energy. Theo's fingers trace patterns along Cap's arm, igniting a trail of sensation.

In the dim light, Theo pulls Cap before a tall, ornate mirror by the wardrobe, bodies pressed close. His voice, a low, seductive murmur, traces along the blonde's ear.

"Y'know, Cap." He begins, his breath sending a shiver down Cap's spine. "Can't help but imagine...how good you'd look..." Cap's gaze locks with Theo's in the mirror, desire and curiosity blending in his eye.

"Theo..." He breathes, voice heavy with anticipation. Theo's hands slip beneath Cap's shirt, fingers grazing over the flat, taut expanse of his belly.

"All swollen and full and claimed... God, I can see it." He continues, his voice a velvety whisper. Cap's breath hitches, his body responding to the potent image painted by his lover. His own hands gently cover Theo's, urging them to explore further. Their eyes meet in the mirror again. "You'd be so gorgeous." Theo murmurs, his voice now a gentle reassurance. "Every curve, every swell..." Cap turns in Theo's arms, his eyes searching Theo's with a mixture of adoration and a flicker of something more.

"Theo, I..." He falters, words escaping him in a rush of emotion. Theo's thumb brushes across Cap's lower lip, a tender caress.

"S'alright, darlin'." He soothes. "'S just a thought, a fancy 'tween us." Cap leans into Theo's touch, his heart pounding with a mixture of arousal and the sheer intimacy of the moment.

"I want... I want more..." He confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

Theo gently turns the younger man in his arms, leaning down to gently nuzzle against his neck. His fingers work through the buttons of Cap's shirt with a slow, deliberate pace. The anticipation in the room is palpable, a silent understanding passing between them. The buttons slip through their respective holes one by one, revealing inch after inch of Cap's pale, bare chest. Cap's breath comes in shallow waves as his shirt falls away, revealing the smooth expanse of his skin. He watches their reflection in the mirror with a mixture of desire and a hint of vulnerability. The gentle light dances across his features, casting soft shadows in the hollows of his collarbones and the curve of his abdomen. Theo's voice, a low, seductive murmur, breaks the silence.

"You have no idea how good you'd look." He whispers, his breath warm against Cap's ear. "All swollen, so full and sensitive to every touch." Cap swallows hard, a flush creeping up his neck as he meets Theo's intense gaze in the mirror.

"All yours..." He breathes, voice trembling with want. His fingers brush against the frame of the mirror, seeking an anchor amidst the growing tension. Theo's lips find their way to Cap's neck, his mouth a hot, eager brand against his skin. His kisses start slow, teasing, before they grow deeper, more insistent. Each press of his lips sends waves of desire coursing through Cap's body, pooling low in his belly.

As Theo's hands continue to explore Cap's flat, taut abdomen, there's a heady mix of emotions. Desire, yes, but also an overwhelming sense of being cherished, seen and desired in a way he's never experienced before. Theo's touch sparks fire across every nerve ending, leaving him trembling. "Theo." He says, his voice thick with need. "Show me. Show me how good it could be."

Theo guides Cap to the edge of the bed, his movements deliberate and tender. He lowers Cap gently onto the pillows, watching him settle against the mattress. Cap's chest rises and falls rapidly with anticipation, the air in the room heavy with desire. Theo doesn't waste any time. He positions himself over the younger man as he starts his journey down Cap's body. His lips trail a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses along Cap's chest, each one marked with a soft, adoring whisper.

"You'd look so gorgeous." Theo murmurs between kisses. "All ripe and full, darlin'." His breath is warm and enticing against Cap's skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that shoot through his body.

As Theo nears Cap's nipples, he pauses, his tongue flicking out to softly tease the already sensitive peaks. Cap arches his back, a soft, breathy sound escaping his parted lips. His chest rises and falls with every ragged breath, his fingers threading into Theo's hair, tangling in the dark locks as if to anchor himself.

"Th-Theo, don't...stop... Fuck, feels so good..." Cap huffs out, eyes rolling, as he spies the bulge in his own drawers, the tip damp with pre-cum. Theo's mouth is a velvet caress, taking Cap's nipple into its sweet, wet heat. He suckles gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud, his lips creating a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through the younger man's body.

Cap's soft, breathy sounds of pleasure only grow louder as Theo continues his tender assault. His head falls back, exposing the graceful curve of his neck, his chest rising and falling with mounting need. He surrenders to the sensations, his body quivering with anticipation, completely at Theo's mercy. Theo's voice, a soft murmur against Cap's flesh, carries a promise and an urgency.

"You'd be so perfect, darlin'." He whispers, his lips returning to Cap's chest, eager and adoring. "So full, so ripe...and so incredibly beautiful." Theo's breath caresses Cap's skin, warm and tender, as he trails kisses down, mapping the contours of Cap's torso with reverence. Each press of his lips feels like a whispered promise, an unspoken vow that transcends the physical.

Cap's fingers dance over Theo's hair, the strands soft against his touch. The intensity and affection of the older man's gaze sends shivers down his spine. "Y'know..." Theo murmurs, his voice a gentle cadence against Cap's skin. "I didn't think it'd be so...so much; imaginin' you, carryin' the weight of our love within you. It's... God, Cap, it's just..." Cap's heart flutters, his breath hitching at the raw emotion threaded through Theo's words. Their shared gaze lingers, a language of its own. It speaks of unspoken yearnings, of a future that could never be yet the ache of it is almost sweet.

Cap closes his eyes, letting himself sink into the fantasy, allowing Theo's words to wash over him like gentle waves. The older man's breath ghosts over Cap's skin again, a feather-light kiss sealing the unspoken promise. "It's strange, isn't it?" Theo says softly, his voice carrying a tenderness that holds Cap in its embrace. "To think about something that could never be but...it feels so right."

Cap's heart swells and he brushes a thumb over Theo's cheek as the older man works his way down. Theo's lips graze across Cap's belly with a tenderness that matches the intensity of the moment. Cap's breath hitches with each delicate kiss and he can almost feel the phantom sensation of his belly swelling with life, imagined aches and sensations ghosting across his skin.

Theo's fingers deftly work the fabric of Cap's drawers, revealing his eager arousal to the air. Cap's body quivers with anticipation, his cock leaking from the amount of attention the older man has been lavishing upon him. Theo leans in again, his breath warm against the younger man's skin. His tongue darts out to trace patterns along his belly. Cap's voice, heavy with need and affection, joins the narrative of their shared fantasy.

"Ohh, Theo..." Cap murmurs, his voice a sensuous caress. "I can almost...feel it. Fuck, Theo, you're being so soft..." Theo's lips press against Cap's belly, gentle and sweet. His fingers gently explore the contours of the younger man's abdomen as he groans in response to Cap's whispered desires.

Cap's voice trembles with longing. "T-To feel it...growin' inside me and... You takin' such good care of me. You'd be so good to me, Theo..."

Theo's devotion is palpable as he tenderly parts Cap's thighs, exposing the vulnerable heat between them. Pre-cum oozes from the younger man's slit and his cock aches. Theo gazes up at Cap with a mixture of reverence and desire before leaning down, his lips and tongue grazing over the younger man's hole.

Cap's breath catches in his throat as the first delicate kiss lands. His body arches, aching for more of Theo's attention. Each kiss and lick ignites a fire within him, burning with an intensity that's almost unbearable. His cock, already standing tall and proud, throbs with need as Theo continues to lavish him with affectionate attention. Cap's voice, a sultry melody of longing, fills the room.

"Theo..." He murmurs, his words breathless and desperate. "Want it so badly... Want you to knock me up, fill me with...everything you got... Make me yours." Theo's touch takes Cap to the brink of ecstasy. The sensation of being desired so intensely, of being claimed in such an intimate way, leaves Cap writhing beneath his ministrations. "Please..." Cap pleads, his voice strained with need. "Wanna feel you inside me... F-Fill me up, Theo. I want...everything..."

Theo's responses are a symphony of devotion, a blend of tender kisses and affectionate tongue strokes. His voice is a husky whisper as he responds to Cap's fervent pleas.

"Cap, darlin', I'm gonna give you everythin' and make sure you're mine in every way possible."

Theo's desire, burning like a fierce fire, is clear as he sits up. He's hard in his drawers, throbbing even. He drags down the waistband of his drawers and his cock bobs up against his stomach, the head gleaming with pre. He spits into his hand and runs his palm along the length, his cock glistening with saliva as he gives it some slow, languid strokes. His eyes lock onto Cap's, smouldering with raw intensity, and he smirks teasingly.

"Cap, darlin'." He breathes, voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me how much you want it. How much you wanna be filled." Cap, caught in the fervour of their shared fantasy, is helpless before Theo's words. He bites his lip, his cheeks flushed, his own cock straining with need. His voice, trembling with longing, rises in a chorus of submission and affection that surprises even him.

"Ohh, Theo..." Cap whimpers, his voice a breathless plea. "Want it so much, more than anythin'. Want you to knock me up, make me heavy and full. Wanna carry your babies, feel you deep inside a' me." Theo's teasing demeanour fades in the face of Cap's earnest submission. He leans down, capturing Cap's lips in a gentle, reassuring kiss. The kiss lingers, soft and tender, before Theo pulls back slightly, their foreheads pressed against one another. His voice is a husky murmur, filled with adoration.

"Cap, darlin', you're more gorgeous than ever when you let go like this. You're perfect."

As Theo eases himself inside, a wave of pleasure surges through them. Cap gasps, his body tensing briefly before he relaxes into the sensation. He's never felt more connected to anyone, never felt more cherished than in this moment. It's not just fucking, it's not just sex; they're making love and it's beautiful and emotional and it's everything he ever wanted.

Theo's movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust a testament to his care and devotion. He holds Cap close, their bodies pressed together, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. The younger man's breath comes in ragged moans and whispers, his voice shaking with need.

"Theo..." Cap sighs, his voice a breathless plea. "You feel so...so good inside me. Make me yours, fill me up completely." Theo's responses are tender and heartfelt, his words a sweet symphony in Cap's ear.

"Cap, darlin', you're the...most incredible thing that's ever happened to me..." He huffs out, breath coming in short, staggered gasps. Their lovemaking is unhurried, a dance of passion and intimacy that draws them closer with each thrust.

As Theo's movements become more fervent, he knows that they're both getting close, especially by the way Cap's insides keep clenching around him and the way his eyes roll back into his head. He reaches down, his fingers curling around the younger man's cock, already throbbing with need. Cap arches into the touch, a guttural moan escaping his lips. He's on the edge, every sensation amplified by the fantasy.

"Theo, please." Cap pleads, his voice a desperate rasp. He clings to Theo, his body trembling with need. "Need you to...fill me." Theo's response is a breathless affirmation.

"I-I'm right there with you, darlin'. Let go, let me take you." He gasps. As Theo works Cap's cock, the intensity builds. Cap's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body coiling tighter with each passing second. He's so close, on the edge of ecstasy.

"Theo... Theo, I'm..." Cap's words dissolve into a sharp cry as he tumbles over the edge, pleasure coursing through him like a tidal wave. White ribbons streak across his chest as he digs his fingers into Theo's broad shoulders. His body clenches around the older man's cock, drawing him deeper, pulling him into the throes of climax. Theo follows suit, his own orgasm crashing over him in a powerful wave. He buries his face in Cap's neck, a chorus of moans and whispered endearments escaping his lips. Their bodies tremble together, bound by the intensity of their love.

Theo's body surges forward, filling Cap to the brim with a delicious warmth that spreads through every fibre of his being. Cap's eyes widen and his mouth falls open in a silent gasp as he feels the incredible sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by the man he loves.

Cap's whimpers are a symphony of desire and submission, each breathy plea dripping with longing and affection. "Y-Y-You're knockin' me up, Theo..." He whispers, his voice trembling. He clings to Theo, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Theo's pace is slow and deliberate, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Cap's body. He's completely lost in the sensation, the exquisite feeling of being filled and taken. "Gonna get me pregnant..." Cap sobs, his voice growing more desperate with each passing moment. He arches his back, pressing himself closer to Theo, wanting to be as close as possible, to feel Theo's every heartbeat.

Theo, for his part, is equally enthralled by the moment they're sharing. His own moans blend with Cap's, their voices harmonising beautifully in the night air.

"Oh, Cap... Mine..." He murmurs, his breath hot against Cap's ear. "All mine..."

"Mm-hmm... All yours, Theo..." Cap's voice is voice filled with a mix of surrender and adoration...

Theo and Cap lie in each other's arms, their breaths slowly returning to normal, their bodies still flushed and chests heaving. The soft, golden glow of the lamplight fills the room as they bask in the afterglow. But, just as they start to drift into the hazy euphoria of satisfaction, the door to Theo's room creaks open.

Both men freeze, their hearts pounding in their chests as they turn their heads to see Fran-Elyse entering the room with a basin of warm water and a stack of soft flannels. Panic surges through them; they hadn't expected anyone to find them like this. Their minds race with worry.

Fran-Elyse, however, is a woman of wisdom and understanding. She takes in the scene before her; the tangled sheets, the flushed cheeks, the heavy breaths. Instead of reacting with shock or anger, her face breaks into a warm, knowing smile.

"Oh, my dears." She says softly, setting the basin down on a nearby table. "I've been a mother for quite some time, y'know." She winks at them, her eyes twinkling with affection. Theo and Cap exchange a bewildered glance, still unsure of what to make of this unexpected turn of events.

Fran-Elyse moves back to the door, her eyes filled with a mix of maternal tenderness and genuine happiness. "I can see how much you care for each other. That's all a mother ever wants for her child; to see 'em happy and loved." Theo and Cap are speechless, their anxiety slowly giving way to a sense of relief. It's clear that Fran-Elyse isn't here to scold or shame. Instead, she's offering them a rare gift; acceptance and understanding. "This'll be our li'l' secret." She whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "Besides, you two deserve happiness, who am I to take that away?"

With a final, loving smile, Fran-Elyse gathers her things and quietly exits the room, leaving Theo and Cap alone in their newfound thankful bewilderment.

[atlanticcanada]

Nova Scotia wildfire leaves residents scrambling to save pets

Thousands of residents have fled their homes as a fire remains out of control in the Upper Tantallon area of Nova Scotia.

Lisa Parsons was evacuated from her home in Westwood Hills on Sunday afternoon.

She was glad to be safe, but as an animal lover, Parsons knew her job was far from over.

“We’d already gone and broken into someone’s house to get their cats and dogs,” said Parsons.

But once Parsons made it out of the evacuation area, she realized she needed to turn back to save 18 dogs trapped at an overnight daycare.

“The person to call for animals is me,” said Parsons.

When she asked a police officer to let her get through the closed street, Parsons says she was told they had buses to evacuate people but little could be done to save pets.

That’s when Parsons made a split decision to run through the brush to get to the daycare.

“Even if I have to walk the dogs, we’re getting them,” she said.

With blood and cuts on her legs, Parsons managed to save all of the dogs. Many have already been picked up by owners. Others remain at an evacuation site in a local church.

“It was an ordeal,” said Parsons. “It was horrific but I had to get to the dogs.”

HATFIELD FARMS

Hatfield Farms is a familiar Halifax-area landmark, located along the Hammonds Plains Road.

The farm was included in the area under evacuation orders, which meant owner Brian Hatfield had to move into action to evacuate animals.

Hatfield was on the road all morning Monday moving his horses.

“Friends I never knew I had came to help,” said Hatfield of the swarm of supporters who showed up to help save his horses.

A wedding ceremony was taking place Sunday afternoon on the farm when soot began falling from the sky.

“We just kept on going through the wedding and looked up at the sky,” said Hatfield, adding smoke was coming in during the ceremony.

After the vows and rings were exchanged, it was time to evacuate.

“We put away all the horses and got them out by bus,” said Hatfield.

Hatfield says his property has so far been spared from wildfire damage. He considers himself lucky.

“Back to regular farm work,” he said. “Life goes on and we got to get back to work.”

PAWS & SUPPORT

The Nova Scotia SPCA has sprung into action, offering a place for residents of affected areas to keep their pets safe.

The organization issued a press release Monday urging those who are evacuating to text the SPCA at 902-229-8620 if they need a temporary home for their pets.

In addition, the SPCA is expanding its Paws & Support program, which will help provide shelter for pets displaced by the fire.

The program, which was originally designed to take care of animals in situations where their owners were in hospital or fleeing domestic violence, has helped evacuate 86 animals, as of Monday morning.

Donations to the Paws & Support program can be made online.

With files from CTV Atlantic's Ana Almeida

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[tfc2211]

Play ▶ Bet No One Ever Hurt This Bad 

Tracks (Various Artists) If You Don't Leave Me Alone (I'm Gonna Find Somebody That Will) - Delbert & Glen The Feeling Is Right - Bobby Hatfield Catfish Mud Dance - The Ventures Charlie The Fer De Lance - The First Edition (Kenny Rodgers) Potatoes - Bones Drunk And Dirty - Rick Roberts Harley Street - The Cornbread Everything's Leaving - Wanda Jackson Mail Order Mystics - Chris Smither Long Road Ahead - Jim Ford The Joke - Howl The Good Working Man Blues - Charlie McCoy Apocalypse 1969 - John Buck Wilkin Ghost Riders - Dennis Linde Home - Browning Bryant It Can't Be Turned Around - Bobby Lance Asphalt Outlaw Hero - Lonnie Mack Scarlett Revisited - Mike Hurst Roll On - Jessi Colter Living On The Run - David Allan Coe It's Been A Good Day - Tom Fogerty I Wonder - Ron Davies Empty White Houses - Redeye Puppet Man - Tom Jones Nobody Knows - Cymbal And Clinger Sweet Thing - Lee Hazlewood & Ann-Margret Tailpipe - Vernon Wray Sandman - Jim Sullivan

[thewinshitters]

Beautiful Spouse Watches The Winchesters 01x13

Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye

We are watching LIVE

DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN (I’m excited)

“Let’s get fucked” DE-TROIT BASKETBALL

ITS”D EANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

“Is he an angel now??” “Is that all we’re going to see of his ass? Probably. Goddammit” BOBBY

THEY”RE IN HEAVEN

ONE LAST HUNT

“It’s a picture of your butthole” “What year is it now?” “How much pleasure is it?” AND HIS CAR?

NO HUMAN BODYYYYYYY??

“Who is she?” “I’m lost” “This story telling is better than what they were doing previously. I think they’re getting better at it” “One hand behind the back? That’s not hiding much” “Is it Crowley time?” “That’s cool” “welcome to the multi-verse bitch” “that’s a load of shit, John” Carlos with a sword

“What’s with the short sword?” HELLO SWORDS

“The only one I trust with sword fighting (no pun intended) is Carlos” “Don’t bother reading the journal first” DEANNNNNNN

“S1 plate!” “Is the car from a different future?”

“Who’s going down first?” “Is it Daddy who’s going to die?” “more daddy issues. Yay” “Is she driving through a portal? Or running over the queen?” “quite a long strip of road for no one to notice” OH SHIT

“Well she’s dead now” “Did it work?” “Castiel?” “No, there’s a beard.” He looks good. Damn

“I feel like this whole season has been a really long episode 1. I want to get to the point so we can have some laughs at MOTW”

They don’t do shit like that anymore “I knowwwwww” “Dean had a sad girl face. The lack of expression means depression or something” “that sucks” He’s already dead!!!

“Some back to the future bullshit?” “Really? They’re gone? Just like that?” JACKKKKKKKKKKKK

“Secret handshake?” “who the fuck is James Hatfield?” “So they painted all this backstory for the acrid then had this happen? Let’s just fuck that whole storyline in 5 minutes? That was kind whist.” “but then I found Jesus” “She quit already?” “Is it going to be some Sam and Dean shit? The 2 of them in the car and the other 2 are Bobby and Jo?” “Did the whole budget goes towards this song?” “So are we going to loop the streams to make sure they get S2?”

[appalachianoutpostss]

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[lostrnkets]

closed starter for @cuulprit ft. miles based off the plot (getaway) in source

he thought the night would be slow but to his surprise he's been called out to a scene of an accident. after arriving shortly after, he made sure to leave his hazards on as he parked off the side of the road. holding his bag full of supplies in one hand as he approached the other who looked visibly shaken up. "hi there, i'm dr. hatfield. i'm here to bandage you up. are you doing alright?"

[tubestopcharityshop]

Wimbledon

Wimbledon, renowned for their water sports, is one of the terminating stops along the district line. There are 5 Charity Shops along The Broadway and one tucked just around the corner on Hatfield Rd. (I have yet been to the extremely posh nearby Wimbledon Village to count the Charity Shops there, but I do know that they exist)

The British Heart Foundation 4/5

Overall, this was a standard charity shop with a good sized men's clothing section and a sizable collection of children's books, toys and board games. If you act fast you can purchase a set of mugs that look like a naked green lady, so that's cool. But it was more crowded than the average shop = good for selection but bad for moving past people and possibly getting overheated

Royal Trinity Hospice 2/5

This shop scared me a little, ngl. It's curated like a boutique and has some really nice things, but the layout is more intimidating than a classic charity shop. Because it's a bit more like a consignment shop everything is a bit more spenny. The average price for an item of clothing is probably around £15, but I found plenty of dresses for £50 as well. Additionally, they have seemingly arranged everything by colour rather than by size or clothing type which is slightly odd.

Oxfam 3/5

This is a nice and spacious shop with a good variety of items for sale. In addition to second-hand goods their 'sourced by Oxfam' section sells stuff like Tony's Chocolate and Moomin merch. There is a prominent sales rack at the front of the shop that was selling most items for £3, reduced from £5.99. The only downside is that it's not very full (compared to other shops of the same size they definitely have a lot less) but this is good for not feeling overcrowded if that's a concern.

Cancer Research UK 5/5

This is a classic charity shop and I love it. There is a little table with plushies, a good selection of men's and women's clothing, and a wide array of cute trinkets. They also have lots of yarn and other good materials for crafting. They also have ~fancy book~ for sale, which are just really old books but the marketing is adorable.

Scope 4/5

Scope is a mother lovely charity shop to visit. It is the farthest away from the Wimbledon train station, but still only a few minutes walk down the road. They specifically have a nice collection of special occasion dresses and some nice new calendars. Anyone who likes charity shops would enjoy spending some time in here... and maybe you will, as they are currently looking for more volunteers to help run the shop.

NIAS (National Institute for African Studies) Charity Shop 5/5

Pleaaaase come visit this shop if you are looking for some new (second-hand) furniture! This place is great and it is huge. Located on Hatfield Rd, it's a bit hidden, but less than 10min away from Wimbledon train station. They have 3 different rooms with tables, mirrors, desks, chairs and more in addition to normal chairs shop stuff like clothing and books. I know there are other charity shops that sell furniture but this one seems especially unique. They also offer free collections for anyone looking to donate their used furniture nearby.

... and that wraps up all the charity shops along the Wimbledon High Street (ahhhhhh, that was a lot)

[rubyheadphones]

kuci hall of fame show 9.1.24

old 97s : where the road goes the smith and western jury : not even the devil neko case : favorite jenny don't and the spurs : sidewinder sam outlaw : someone quite like you the hanging stars : disbelieving the comets : everybody loves a hero bananagun : out of reach the lemon twigs : they don't know how to fall in place magic roundabout : sneaky feelin velocity girl: audrey's eyes chime school : give your heart away torrey : bounce the softies : i said what i said las nubes : the weeks that followed la sera : whole lotta love (led zeppelin cover) the casual dots : i'll dry my tears (etta james cover) juliana hatfield : don't bring me down (elo cover) ed harcourt : strange beauty diane birch : shade leslie mendelson : rock and roll on the radio laughing : will she ever be a friend of mine folk implosion: moonlit kind suburban eyes : headlight torches iron & wine : never meant (american football cover) karina rykman : elevator girl trouble : steppin out (paul revere & the raiders cover) itchy and the nits : dreamboat pack rat : what i need lagwagon : brown eyed girl (van morrison cover) charly bliss : back there now girl ray : everybody's saying that