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Brambleclaw - Warrior Cats
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Scott McCall - Teen Wolf
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We won't run forever
Beth Dutton x Male Reader
Request - Could you do beth Dutton x male reader
You are sleeping in your bed but your cell phone started to ring. You don't wake up and it stops ringing for now but a minute later, it rings again. This time you picked it up
“Hello?” You yawned.
“Y/n, it's me, Beth. I’m in jail and I need you to bail me out” Beth said.
“What? What time is it?” You yawned again.
“Y/n! Listen carefully. I need you to bail me out now!” Beth yelled.
“Don’t yell or I'm not going” You said.
“Fucker” Beth said.
She hung up and you sighed heavily. You get out of bed and you look at the time and it's almost five in the morning. You start to get dressed then you drive to the police station.
After a while, of waiting for them to release her and you paying a fine. She finally walks out of the police station and then gets in your car.
“Why they did arrest you?” You asked.
“I’m sure they told you before you paid,” Beth said.
“Come on, Beth,” You said.
“I don't want to go home,” Beth said.
“So you are not going to tell me?” You asked.
“We should get coffee,” Beth said.
“Fine,” You said.
You are Beth’s boyfriend and sometimes it can be complicated. But you and Beth don't live together but she has some of her clothes at your place. You used to live in the city then moved near the ranch then you met Beth at a bar.
You drove to a small restaurant and you ordered coffee and food. You keep staring at Beth and for a few seconds, you two don't say anything. She drinks her coffee and then takes a piece of your sausage.
“I got into a fight,” Beth said.
“I know, I can see the cut on your bottom lip. But why?” You said.
“She should have known not to mess with me,” Beth said.
“She had it coming then,” You said.
“Yes, she did” Beth smiled and then drank her coffee.
Later, you take her to your place. You lie down on the bed then she lies next to you, then she puts her head on your chest. You put your arm around her and she sighed.
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You and Beth went to a bar to have a good time. She ordered the drinks and you have your arm around her waist. You and Beth are smiling at each other and she kissed you on the lips.
“I told you this would be a good idea,�� Beth said.
“Good thing I listened to you” You smiled.
You kissed her on the lips. She grabbed your hand and headed to the dance floor. She placed your hands on her waist and she put her arms around your shoulder.
“You know that I don't dance,” You said.
“You do now,” Beth said.
She kissed you on the lips and you started to kiss her back. Later, Beth went to get another beer and she started to drink it then she turned around and noticed someone flirting with you. She had her hand on your arm and you moved her arm away, but she did it again. And Beth felt jealous and she hates when someone flirts with you.
Beth rushed over towards her and then punched her in the face. Now, everyone in the bar started to fight and Beth punched the woman again. A guy was going to hit your girlfriend, but you punched him in the face then grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on his face. The bar owner called the cops, but everyone continued to fight. Beth kicked a guy in the nuts then he fell and you grabbed a guy by his shirt and threw him toward the tables. Beth starts to fight another woman and Beth grabs the woman’s hair and throws her on the floor. A guy punched you in the mouth but you grabbed his shirt and headbutted him in the face. He fell and you spit blood on him and the cops arrived.
“Arrest everyone!” The cop yelled.
The cops started to grab everyone, and you and Beth got arrested. The cops made everyone stand in front of the bar. They handcuffed you before they got Beth, she punched the woman again who flirting with you.
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You are riding your horse alone. You have a black eye from the fight at the bar and Beth has a cut on her cheek. You head back to the ranch and before you head to the horse stable. You people yelling and you rushed towards the barn. Roarke Morris is on top of Beth and he is yelling at her. Then she scratched his face and he started to scream, you jumped off the horse then attacked him.
“Y/n!” Beth yelled.
You start to punch Roarke the face. Then he hit you on the side of your face and you fell. But you and Roarke stand up fast then you attack him. You grabbed his gun and he didn't notice you took it, you fell to the ground then he grabbed the pitchfork.
“They deserve to lose everything!” Roarke screamed.
Roarke always hated Beth and her family. His main was mission to make Beth and her family lose the ranch.
Before he stabbed you with the pitchfork, you pulled the trigger. You shoot him three times in the chest and Beth runs towards you.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Beth asked.
She touches your face and you are breathing hard.
“Are you okay? Why did he attack you?” You asked.
She kissed you on the lips, then she helped you stand up.
“He thought I stole his horses. Fucking, idiot. He came over to make me confess then I smacked him and we started to fight until you came” Beth said
“I believe you, Beth. What about his body?” You asked.
She takes the gun away from you.
“He was never here,” Beth said.
You nod then she kisses you again on the lips.
You helped Beth take Roarke’s body to the middle woods. You started to dig a deep grave then Beth pushed his body into the grave. Now, you start to fill up the grave and she started to help.
“He never came to the ranch,” Beth said.
“He didn't,” You said.
You and Beth continued to fill the grave. Then she hid the gun far from Roarke’s body. She dug a deep grave and put the gun inside, she started to fill it up with dirt. You and Beth walked away and she lit a cigarette. You helped her get on the horse then you got on the horse. She wraps her left arm around your waist and you head back to the ranch.
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Movin’ Mountains
Chapter 14: Sound of War
* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels
* Rating: M
* Warnings: language, violence, shooting, guns, dread, pleading for life, hanging, cutting human flesh, also is Stella a villain now???? Like miss ma'am holy hell
* Word count: 2,901ish
I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.
Author's note: Ooo I'm kinda really digging scary Stella ™️ lol. I’m walking that fine line with her, and hopefully it’s done in an understated way and not over the top. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!
Stella dug in with her leg and spun Abigail abruptly, pulling her pistol out of its holster, aiming it directly at Wade. The men’s eyes shot open and they pulled their horses to a halt, kicking up dirt and grass as they struggled to gain traction. A warning shot rang out from Stella’s pistol. Both men jumped to double back, only to be met head-on by the enraged wranglers. “Oh shit,” Wade startled. “Clint go back!” The wranglers split into two groups as if they knew Clint and Wade would run in opposite directions.
With undeniable grace, Stella pushed Abigail to the left, herding Wade up toward Rip’s group. Walker dropped right to force Clint into Lloyd’s path. Clint took off in a mad dash, but his father just had to make a spectacle of himself.
“I'll shoot every one of you sons of bitches!” Wade fired off a few rounds chaotically, missing any intended target.
Stella moved in perfect sync with Abigail, the rhythm of her gallop steadying Stella’s aim. Seeing the older man duck and his hat flip off his head, she roared his own words back at him, “ain't so tough now are ya, Wade?”
In slow motion, Rip and Dude slipped past her. His lariat swung high above his head. He struck it out, aiming for Wade’s neck, and caught him under the shoulders, yanking backwards. Wade flew off of his horse, hitting the ground with a less than pleasant thud. Rip took off, dragging the older man a few hundred yards through the grass and dirt behind him until he found the spot he wanted.
Kayce loped up beside Stella as she holstered her pistol. Words swirled around his head. There was so much he wanted to say, but wasn’t quite sure how. Now wasn’t the time, so he would work through it and talk with her later. Right now they had to focus on confirming 100% that Roarke Morris and Market Equities had hired Wade and Clint. Stella had seen and heard enough to be damning, but it didn’t hurt to cover the bases twice.
Rip quickly scanned the area and found the tree he wanted. Waving over his shoulder he called out, “Ryan, Colby!” He pointed to his lasso around Wade and then the tree.
Knowing exactly what Rip was asking, Colby and Ryan dismounted swiftly and ran behind the tree. Rip tossed the end of the rope up over the split in the tree. Ryan caught it and wound it around a sturdy branch on the ground. Colby gripped Wade’s arms, pulling his body taut against the tree.
Rip stepped in front of Wade. He repositioned his hat, and scanned the group. He found Stella hanging back with Kayce, and waved her over. She’d done well over the last few weeks, up until she ran off last night to confront the problem. Rip wanted to make sure Stella had picked up the message from them about controlling herself, that darkness that bubbled just beneath the surface. This would tell him whether or not she actually absorbed the lesson. She was sharp, but sometimes subtle lessons flew right past her.
Stella’s body stiffened at Rip’s silent beckon. She glanced briefly at Kayce, picking up the unease on his face, and then back to Rip. Her brother standing behind their leader caught her eye. If she didn’t know any better, he looked like he wanted to jump in front of her, taking her place. They locked eyes and nodded at each other. At Stella’s confirmation that she was fine, his shoulders visibly relaxed. She smiled inside at Ryan restraining himself. He was trying so hard to let her stretch her legs.
She handed her reins to Kayce, their hands drifting across each other. She felt his fingers try to grasp hers. A lopsided grin let him know she was okay. With the ease of second nature, Stella stood in her stirrups, and hiked her right left up and over Abigail’s back, dismounting. She fixed her jacket, and walked over to Rip.
Rip waved his hand toward Wade. Stella frowned, but realized he was passing her control of the moment. She took a steadying breath and faced the man they were going to put to death. The thought made her stomach turn, but she knew it was something that had to be done. ‘These men didn’t raise no bitch,’ she reminded herself. It was time to put on a show for everyone that they wouldn’t forget, or have doubts about her in the future.
Crossing her arms, she sighed. “Hey, Wade. Long time no see. How’s your yard?” She smirked at him while fixing her glasses.
“Fuck you,” Wade spat with disdain.
Stella sarcastically clutched at her nonexistent pearls with a gasp. “Now Wade, since when do we talk to women that way?” Her face turned to stone. “Oh wait, I forgot. You don’t give a damn about women, considering you stomped the shit out of one of my own.” She caught Teeter’s gaze, feeling the rage boiling underneath.
The crackling of Rip’s leather gloves as he adjusted them, tethered her back in the present. “We need a name.”
“What name?”
“The motherfuckers that hired you.” Her gaze hardened. Stella could feel the large group staring at her. She pushed down the stage fright, realizing these people — her family — needed to know that she would protect them with every bit of her might and fury.
Kayce focused on Stella, watching her hold the weight given to her with grace while trying to keep balance within herself. He’d been put in this position with Dan. He knew exactly what was going on in her head.
“I saw and heard enough to condemn you,” Stella licked her lips, “but we need it from the horse’s mouth.”
Wade began to hyperventilate. He was quickly coming to terms that he hadn’t realized the danger he’d put himself in. The look on Stella’s mature and scarred face was vastly different from the teenager he remembered. The look said it all.
“I’m not gonna ask you again.” Stella gently brought him back to his current reality. The tone in her voice was deceptively comforting. The wranglers felt a cold chill pierce through them. Stella had an evil in her they hadn’t thought possible. “I’m gonna have Rip start cuttin’ bits off of you.”
Wade’s eyes widened in fear he’d tried to hide. He looked at Rip.
“Don’t look at him. He won’t save you. You’re talkin’ to me.” Stella stepped into his line of sight, commanding the older man’s attention.
“Names Roarke,” Wade choked out. “Market Equity,” he gulped for air, “son of a bitch.”
Stella scoffed and nodded, looking at the ground, “that’s what I thought.”
Wade began to wiggle around in Colby’s grasp. “Let me down.”
Stella’s face pulled together. “Why would I do that?” Wade struggled as Colby’s grip tightened. “We’re gonna kill you, but before we do,” she pointed at their captive, “we need somethin’ back that belongs to us.” In every branded member’s eyes, Wade had lost the right to the mark on his chest the second he signed on with Market Equities.
“You don’t deserve to wear this fuckin’ brand.” Rip stepped forward grabbing Wade’s shirt collar, and ripped it open.
Wade’s eyes frantically searched for some form of savior. He saw Kayce and felt a false spark of hope. “Kayce! Don’t let them do this to me! Please!”
Kayce remained silent, keeping his eyes on Stella. Wade’s fate had already been decided. There was nothing Kayce could do, or would do, to stop the long black train coming his way.
“Stella, Stella,” Wade was on the verge of sobbing. “Please don’t let them do this to me, please!”
“You fucked with me and mine. This is your own doing.” Stella left no room for argument. This was the first time she was openly being invited to be the monster in the room. The power that coiled in her heart from Wade’s fear and her control over the situation was intoxicating. She knew she couldn’t let it go to her head. The balance between the two was a fine line. One wrong move and she would go overboard. Rip made his way over to Walker, giving him instructions of what he needed to do to gain the trust of the rest of the ranch.
Walker stepped up to Wade. The look of hope in the old man’s eyes made Walker sad for a brief second. “Mister, I don't know you. But if you're wearing that brand, you must be a bad man. And if these mοthеrfսckеrs want it back, you must be even worse.” Walker steadied his shoulders. “Karma comes in all shapes and sizes. Looks like it's me today.” He glanced at Ryan and Colby. “Y'all best hold him.”
Walker brought out his knife and began tearing into the flesh on Wade’s chest. The sound of ripping flesh as Walker pulled the skin away from muscle made bile rise to the back of Stella’s throat. Wade’s screaming in agony took over the quiet landscape. Forcing herself to tune it out, she walked back over to Kayce and hopped up on Abigail. She fixed her glasses and set her jaw. This was a part of the duties she’d accepted. She had to get over the queasiness that some of the actions brought up.
With the brand successfully removed, Walker backed up, holding the piece of Wade’s chest limply in his hand. Rip gave a quiet direction to her brother, and he grabbed the rope from the tree branch. He yanked it backward until Wade’s feet left the ground. Stella forced herself to watch. Numbness set in as she understood this was what she signed up for. This was what they all asked for. They had all become meaner than evil. The tide was changing. She was changing.
Her gaze moved to the back of Abigail’s neck. Her breathing heavy and shallow. The wickedness of her thoughts rolled through her. She glanced at Kayce, looking for a tether to pull her back in. To keep her feet on the ground.
He locked eyes with her and silently talked her back from the ledge. Kayce knew Stella was fighting with the need to go after Market Equities right this second and keeping herself in check. There was a way to go about sending a violent message and starting a war. This wasn’t gentle parenting now. This was the patient, quiet before the storm. The silence before the kill. When Stella took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, he knew she was good to go.
Rip, Colby, and Ryan joined the group in front of the tree. The silence that took over was deafening, heavy. The group slowly coming to terms with what they had done.
Rip turned and fixed his hard gaze on everyone. “You all wanted revenge. Well, now you got it. But there's a price to pay for revenge. Now you gotta pay it.”
Everyone hopped on their horses to head home. When it got dark, Lloyd and Walker would take the trash out, and everyone else would get their shiny new brands. Stella wanted to go to the house and sleep for a week, but she knew the right thing to do would be stay and lend support to their friends as they got the ranch’s calling card burned into their skin.
“I need to go talk to my dad. Let him know how things went. I also gotta check on Tate,” Kayce’s voice broke through Stella’s introspection. “You wanna come with me?”
Stella gave the offer a brief thought, watching the others trot off. “As long as we can make it back in time for the branding.”
“We don’t gotta be there for that, sugar.”
She frowned, “yes, we do. We agreed. We’re all in this together. Now yes, a few of us already have the brand, but they don’t. They need our support now more than ever. They need to know we’re there until the end.”
Kayce leaned back in his saddle. In that moment, Stella reminded him of Lee and his tenacity for loyalty to his men. She carried the weight of responsibility like a foreman would. “If you take a nap and let me come get you when Rip says they’re ready, I’ll go with you.”
Stella contemplated her boyfriend’s negotiation. “Deal.”
With Stella tucked in upstairs, Kayce made his way out onto the porch where his father sat. He joined his father in a chair, and sat in the comfortable silence. He gazed out over the rolling hills, struggling to find the balance between peace, satisfaction, and guilt over taking someone’s life. Feeling John’s eyes on him, he finally broke the seal. “They’re all fine.”
“And Stella?”
“She did just fine.”
“But is she okay?” The father and son locked eyes.
“She’s fine. Learning the balance.” Kayce paused, not sure if he wanted to start an argument. “I feel like she shouldn't have to learn that though. You asking her to step into this position has put a weight on her that she shouldn’t have to worry about.”
“I asked her to step up because I know I can trust her to fight for you and this place with every ounce of cruelty she can muster.” John shifted in his seat to be able to see Kayce better. “In case you haven’t noticed, life is cruel and uncaring. You can't reason with evil, son. Evil wants what it wants and won't stop until it's won or you kill it. The only way to kill it is to be meaner than evil, which is what I know I can expect from Stella. That's going to be your last lesson, son – how to be meaner than evil and still love your family. And still enjoy a sunset.”
“He’s right, you know.” Stella’s sleep filled voice floated over from the doorway. Both men snapped to attention at her presence. “Rip called. They’re ready.”
Kayce nodded, standing with a groan. She kept her word about napping, so he would keep his and they would go with the wranglers to be branded. He stepped up to her, and wrapped her in a hug.
“You know you don’t have to go to the branding, Stella.” John interrupted.
Stella leaned back from Kayce and looked at John. “But we do. The men need to know we’re in it. Every part that comes. That we’re there until it’s finished. Leave no doubt in their minds that we’ve got their back, just like we ask that they’ve got ours.”
John rested his hand on his chin, considering Stella’s words carefully. If he wasn’t sure before, he now knew he made the right choice asking her to step up. He nodded and waved them on. “Go on, be with your guys. I’ll watch Tate.”
As the sun fell behind the mountain, and darkness covered the valley around them, Kayce and Stella made it to the old trapper cabin where every branded member had been before. The few that didn’t have the mark stood near the fire, fear in their eyes as they watched Rip heating up the branding iron.
Stella dismounted and forced her tired legs to walk over to the group. Kayce hopped off Tank and loosely tied both horses to the old hitching post they had out here.
“Alright, listen up.” She fixed her jacket, wincing at the discomfort from her sore muscles. “I’m not gonna lie to you, this is gonna suck beyond measure. I’d rather get kicked by a mother cow than experience this again.”
“Again?” Colby caught the tense of her words.
Stella pulled down the corner of her jacket and shirt, exposing the healed scar on her chest. “Yeah, again.” The unbranded groups eyes widened.
Ryan joined Stella and pulled his shirt to the side as well. His brand a lot more pink than hers. “I second that.”
Colby’s eyes bugged out. “When did that happen?”
“Right after Stella was followed.”
Stella could see Rip becoming agitated off to the side and decided to rein them in. “Anyway, it’s gonna suck, but we’re here to help patch you up when it’s done. Everything will be fine after the iron is off you. I promise.”
Kayce stepped up next to Stella and her brother. “Since our skin is more sensitive than a cows, it won’t take as long. We all signed up for it. This is the price for getting revenge.”
Rip pulled the branding iron out of the flames, red hot and sizzling. “Teeter, you’re up first. You ready?”
Ryan handed the pink haired woman a belt to bite down on. “You’ll need it so you don’t crack those pearly whites of yours.”
Stella placed herself right next to Teeter. She held out her hand for the woman to grab. “Just don’t break my hand, that’s all I ask.”
Teeter gave an uncomfortable smile, and gave a trembling nod. She placed the belt in between her teeth, grabbed Stella’s hand as hard as she could, and nodded to Rip. She wanted to get it over and done with. When the brand hit her skin, she saw white.
Stella met Kayce’s gaze over the fire, searching for something — reassurance, understanding, maybe even regret. And she found the comfort of the same darkness staring back at her.
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TV Guide, May 25-June 7
Cover: Space Force stars John Malkovich and Steve Carell and Lisa Kudrow

Page 1: Contents, Ask Matt -- Penny Dreadful: City of Angels starring Natalie Dormer, Batwoman

Page 2: The Roush Review -- Love Life
Page 3: Barkskins, Ramy, Homecoming
Page 4: Get Moving -- Brooke Ence on Ultimate Tag, exercise while watching TV
Page 6: Cover Story -- Summer Preview -- Space Force
Page 7: Josh Holloway on Yellowstone
Page 8: Amanda Peet and Christian Slater on Dirty John: The Betty Broderick Story, Grantchester, Beecham House, Matthew Rhys on Perry Mason
Page 9: The Alienist: Angel of Darkness, Greenleaf, The Twilight Zone starring Christopher Meloni and Jenna Elfman and Joel McHale and Tony Hale and Billy Porter, Hanna, Brave New World
Page 10: Family Fun -- Game On!, Celebrity Family Feud, Press Your Luck, Match Game, Don’t, Cannonball, Tough as Nails, Sofia Vergara on America’s Got Talent
Page 12: Matthew Macfadyen on Quiz, Ethan Hawke on The Good Lord Bird, Lovecraft Country, The Politician
Page 13: Summer Preview Calendar
Page 14: What’s Worth Watching -- Week 1 -- Grant
Page 15: Monday, May 25 -- I Was Lorena Bobbitt, The Titan Games, Jeffrey Dahmer: Mind of a Monster, To Catch a Beautician, Memorial Day Marathons -- Beverly Hills 90210, Chicago P.D., The Pacific, The Office, Live PD Presents: PD Cam, Home Improvement, Tuesday, May 26 -- World of Dance, If Loving You Is Wrong
Page 16: Wednesday, May 27 -- Clark Gregg on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Married at First Sight: Australia, American Soul, What We Do in the Shadows, NASCAR
Page 17: Thursday, May 28 -- Council of Dads, Celebrity Watch Party -- the Osbournes and Tyra Banks, Restaurant: Impossible, Blindspot, Friday, May 29 -- Friday Night In With the Morgans -- Sophia Bush, The Graham Norton Show -- Steve Carell and Dakota Johnson and John Legend and Katy Perry
Page 18: Saturday, May 30 -- Death of a Cheerleader, Heartland Docs DVM, Sunday, May 31 -- Laurel Canyon, Groomzilla, I Know This Much True, Natalee Holloway: Her Friends Speak
Page 34: Stream It! Your Guide to the Best Streaming Available -- Netflix -- Uncut Gems, Kumail Nanjiani on The Lovebirds, Into the Night, Sweet Magnolias
Page 35: Prime Video: Poldark, The Vast of Night, All About HBO Max
Page 36: New Movie Releases
Page 37: Series, Specials and Documentaries
Page 38: What’s Worth Watching -- Week 2 -- Cheryl Ladd on Charlie’s Angels
Page 39: Monday, June 1 -- Perry Mason, Below Deck Mediterranean, Almost Paradise, The Walking Dead, Tuesday, June 2 -- DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, Kingdom of the Mummies
Page 40: Wednesday, June 2 -- Lady Antebellum’s Charles Kelley on CMT Celebrates Our Heroes: An Artists of the Year Special, At Home With Amy Sedaris, NBA Basketball -- Miami Heat vs. Boston Celtics in the 2012 East finals
Page 41: Thursday, June 4 -- Burden of the Truth, Man With a Plan series finale, Fix My Fail, Friday, June 5 -- A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, Bering Sea Gold, RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars, Trackers
Page 42: Saturday, June 6 -- Ad Astra, Love American Style, Psycho Yoga Instructor, Country at Heart, Sunday, June 7 -- Batman, Good Witch, Snowpiercer
Page 60: Horoscope
Page 64: Cheers & Jeers -- Cheers to Parks and Recreation, SEAL Team, The CW, American Idol, Jeers to a Leverage revival, MTV, Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist
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Robin/Demetrius/Maru Palmer
Sebastian Fuller (kept Robin's maiden name)
Pam/Penny Roarke
Pierre/Caroline/Abigail Farnsworth
Kent/Jodi/Sam/Vincent Fraser
Emily/Haley Caine
Shane Carson
Harvey Sosa
Leah Crowley
Elliott Trelawny
Marnie Klepowski
Jas Dunmore
Willy O'Loughlin
Linus Wells
Clint Gilbert
Gus(tavo) Bianchi
Gunther Cunningham
Lewis Anderson
Marlon/Gil Carver (would say husbands if not for Marlon's thing for Marnie, so... brothers)
Sandy Gillespie
BONUS:
Rasmodius' first name is Malachi
Mr. Qi's first name is Shen
The Oracle Welwick's first name is Lydia
... not doing Morris because he is the worst, but I'm sure his first name is something repulsive and putrid :)
#stardew valley#stardew valley headcanons#stardew#sdv#pelican town#my sdv stuff#stardew bachelorettes#stardew bachelors
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rules: choose any three (or more) fandoms and answer the questions.
tagged by nobody, i grabbed this off a dead blog
tagging: @gruvu @undeaddarude @aceiou @deathofamemer @skeleren @nortrefuck @cryfie @king-of-the-outpost @glenny-boy @macready-getting-the-mac-ready @trashpunkz @plumfumble @aurorathepersonnn @livewirecl @popcornflavoredtea
fandoms:
picking my main focuses atm
Pokemon
The Binding of Isaac
Stardew Valley
The Thing (1982)
Starbound
the first character you loved:
Barry!
I’ve always liked Cain a lot.
Shane!
MacReady!
The Novakid race!
the character you never expected to love so much:
Colress!
Probably Azazel and Samson? not that i play as anyone but cain >>
Alex!
Windows!
The Hylotl that helps you in the plot. Also the Floran race.
the character you relate to the most:
Barry and Hugh. Barry’s a manic impatient idiot boy and Hugh is trying to be a good friend but also Fucking Pissed
Isaac, cause mentally ill child in unstable household...
Shane and Alex, Shane’s depression really rings true for me (and reminds me of how a good pal of mine deals w/ it), and Alex being a guy trying to focus on Manly Stuff after a rocky childhood and loss of a parent
Mac’s paranoia in one bit is like when I get delusional but up to 11
The Novakids have no idea where they came from and just wanna be cowboys, yeehaw
the character you’d slap:
Ghetsis is a bitch and a horrible parent
Listen, I know people wanna instantly forgive Isaac’s mom and assume it’s just how Isaac’s warped perception shows her, but there’s still so many things that show her being a bad parent, so,
MORRIS NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR 50% OFF SALE
You’d think I’d say Palmer, right? Wrong!!! I wanna slap Blair
every last member of the xenophobic human cult
three favorite characters:
Barry, Roark, Colress
Cain, Azazel, Samson
Alex, Shane, Leah
MacReady, Windows, Clark
Koichi, Lana Blake, Nuru
a character you did not like at first but do now:
Hugh, sadly... I thought he was a butthead until I realized he’s just Passionate
Samson, for reasons I’m not saying
Alex
Palmer
Koichi, I thought he was annoying at first, shame on me
otp(s):
Sparkress for a rarepair OTP, also my version of canon stuff has Roark close to Lucas’s age and them hooking up postgame w/ the game lasting a few years,
no
Farmer/Alex, Alex/Sam and Alex/Sebastian and Sam/Sebastian and all 3 together are cute
Windows/Mac is Good and not because of lazy computer jokes
man idk
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Kacey Dutton x reader
Readers out with kayce she hears a familiar voice and knows it's her abusive ex so she starts to run but kayce follows her in the restroom she tells him kayce calms her down " stay with me "
Dutton's Are Better
We got off of the truck walking inside the local bar. I found a spot near the bar that had two empty bar stools available. The bartender came over and we each got a beer. Kayce shifted the black cowboy hat on his head looking at me. “Sorry this isn't nothing fancy for date night.”
“It doesn’t have to be. I've had a whole life of it.” Turning my head in the direction of the young Dutton.
Kayce sent me a smile back. “Yeah.”
Kayce and I had met the day after his sister came into a confrontation between her and my father Roarke Morris. The company he works for wants to build an apartment on the land that the reservation and the Dutton families own. I first believed it was a good idea to make some change but seeing it now it would be horrible to ruin this place. “So what is so different about this date night then any of our others.”
“Why do you want to know?” He asked me sitting his beer bottle down in front of him.
I take a drink from my bottle. “You told me this was going to be a little different than our others. I wanna know how?”
At first we thought we'd always be enemies for as long as my father wanted to help destroy his way of life. He showed me the ranch one day when I was curious and wished to see it for myself. From that evening on some spark was born that we couldn't deny. Kayce reaches down into his pocket while getting down from his stool. “I was thinking we did this back at the ranch. But here works too I guess if you don't need some big spectacle.”
“Kayce, I'm serious. You could propose to me with a lollipop ring for all I care and I'd be happy - wait, are you actually proposing?”
Sure enough before my eyes Kayce John Dutton lowered himself down on one knee. “Y/n, I love you. I didn't think I would give my heart to anyone else after my divorce and then you came around. I thought we were going to tear the other apart by how much we fought. But somehow we've made it past that. So will you marry me?”
“Yes. I will-”
“Y/n, is that you?” My entire body froze where I spun on my feet seeing a familiar guy walking up to me.
I gulped nervously, bolting away from Kayce only uttering one name I wished I could forget. “Dylan…” Spinning in my boots throwing my hair around in the air leaving the young Dutton on a knee in front of me.
“Y/n!” Kayce called my name getting up from the ground.
Rushing my way through the hallway to the bathroom I pushed through the door. Shutting it behind myself I plastered my body up against the door. “He can’t be here now…he said he would never live out here.”
“Y/n, hey are you okay?” I heard Kaycee’s voice on the other side.
I croaked feeling a tightness in my chest beginning to form. “I’m fine, Kayce. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Did I do something wrong. I should have listened to Beth when she said proposing was too soon for us.”
I snapped at him. “No that’s not it.”
“Then what has you freaked out?” Kayce asked with concern in his tone.
I slowly turned around on my feet staring at the door figuring he was standing on the other side of the wooden door. “I saw my ex Dylan say my name out there. I never thought I’d see that abusive asshole again in my life.” Threading my fingers into my hair I knotted it up, sniffing through tears I didn’t want him to hear me sobbing.
“Y/n, listen to me. Please let me in. I can hear you crying darling.” Kayce spoke to me and before I knew it he pushed the door open and stepped inside. He stands in front of me gently closing the door behind him so we had privacy and locked it too. “Y/n?…”
I parted my mouth open slightly, mumbling out his name until I broke down sobbing. “Kayce…”
“Woah hey hey. Come here, darling.” He paused, opening his arms out for me. I raced into his embrace clutching the fabric of his brown jacket in my finger tips.
I cried into his chest for the next few minutes until I lifted my head up and he wiped the fallen tears on my cheeks. “What if he’s here to try and win me back?”
“That won’t be happening, baby. I love you and I’m hoping that you feel the same and I can slip a ring on ya. That sends a clearer message than anything…but only if you want to.”
I squeezed his hands in mine realizing I never told him my answer. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Kayce.”
He smiled reaching inside his jacket drawing out a ring. The ring was simple with one jewel in the middle that I got to look at when he slid it on my finger. “Don't worry about Dylan if he tries to come over and touch you I'll set him straight.” Kayce holds out his freehand and grabbed the door to open it with his other hand.
“Thank you, Kayce.” I placed my hand in his and we walked back to our seats. The evening went fine till we tried to leave so Kayce did end up knocking my ex on the ground with a punch. Thankfully no charges were put on him since we later found out from the sheriff that my ex Dylan was plastered drunk.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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‘Yellowstone’ Season 3 Premiere: John Puts His Trust in Family (RECAP) Plus, Beth meets Josh Holloway's Roarke Morris.
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In a Libertarian World
(Fiction)
Stephen Jay Morris
2/3/2019
©Scientific Morality
(Taken from my manuscript “2 Cents Short”)
Who is John Galt? “Who gives a shit?!” remarked Howard Roark, laughing as he read the first line of “Atlas Shrugged,” as he lounged on a luxurious, antique love seat next to a roaring fireplace. Suddenly, he tossed the book into the fireplace and a spark hit the sleeve of his exquisitely woven, silk pajamas. He attempted to extinguish the flame that was rapidly engulfing his garment, desperately slapping at it. Panicked, he dialed 911, almost knocking the gold plated phone off of the table next to him.
911: (A pre-recorded voice came on the line) “This is 9-1-1 by the Aryan Corporation. This call will coast you one dollar a minute and will appear on your telephone bill. Please stand by and have your account number ready. An operator will be with you shortly. Your call is very important to us, please be patient.”
Then, a live operator: “Hello. This is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?”
Roark: “Help! I am on fire!”
911: “So sorry to hear that, Sir. What is your account number?”
Roark: “I don’t have one! Send somebody! Help!!!”
911: “I’m sorry, sir. “But I can’t help you unless you have an account number.”
Roark: “I thought this was is an emergency number!”
9-11: “It is! The Aryan Corporation privatized 9-1-1 years ago, so you must be a member to use our services.”
Roark: “But, what can I do?!”
911: “Sorry sir, I can’t help you. I hope you find help soon. Goodbye. Have a nice day!”
Soon, Roark was engulfed in flames and ultimately burned to death. He was reduced to hill of ashes. As luck would have it, however, his mansion was spared.
A middle aged, black maid came in the next morning to begin her daily duties. She soon surveyed the living room and fixed her gaze on the hill of ashes in the middle of the room. The sight infuriated her.
In a tone of disgust, she exclaimed, “These white rich pigs are such slobs!”
Once she got closer to the pile, she realized it was Roark’s remains.
Silently, she said, ‘What chew gone and done now? You got all burned up!’
She continued aloud, “Architect, ha! Some architect you are! You build these big ass monster buildings. They are ugly ass buildings! You had to do it your way! Well, you genius, you are one dumb motherfucker! You done burned yourself to a crisp! Now, I am out of a job, thanks to your stupid honky ass! Well, as Reverent Willie says, ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.’ In your case, Shit to shit!”
The maid knew where Roark had kept his cash box, his “petty cash box,” as he’d called it. Overall, he didn’t believe in credit. He didn’t even have a bank account. He didn’t trust the banks. He didn’t want the Jews to watch over his money. All of his money was hidden in some undisclosed location. However, his so-called petty cash box was inside of the piano bench.
She lifted the bench top and removed the box, placing it on top of a 17th century antique table. This table had been one of Roark’s prized possessions. His mansion was filled with antique furniture, worth millions. Roark didn’t care about artistic aesthetics; his interest was about exclusive possession. The only people who ever saw these possessions, however, were his butlers, maids, and chauffeurs. The maid had polished his furniture for years.
Suddenly, she gave a swift kick to an antique chair. It fell backwards onto the floor.
“I won’t be polishing this shit no more! This is my liberation day!”
The maid was surprised to find the petty cash box wide open. She looked over at the pile of ashes.
“You senile old fool! You forgot to lock the box again. Well you swanky chump! I just gave myself a raise!” She found a paper bag and transferred the wads of cash into it. “I’ll count this blood money later.”
She grabbed her purse and coat, along with the paper sack. She spat on the pile of ashes and said, “So long, sucker!” She left the oversized house.
Ayn Rand had once said, “Check your premises.”
Well, only police detectives would do that now.
It was a nice day in Bel Air, California. The maid scurried down the meandering road that led to the large, iron gate. She opened the gate, stepped through, and shut it closed. She gave the mansion one last look and said to herself, ‘10 years of my life I spent cleaning after that rich pig! Never again!’ For one last time, she walked the two-mile trek to the main boulevard, where she’d reach her bus stop. Every morning, for 10 years, she’d climbed those two miles up that hilly, Bel Air road, to get to her job. It had been an arduous walk for a woman her age. But, that would no longer lay claim to her.
She arrived at her destination, dog-tired. The bench’s wood was warped and needed new paint. She set the paper bag next to her on the bench. The next bus wouldn’t come for another 45 minutes. She dozed off.
When the bus arrived, the roaring diesel engine startled the maid. She awoke in a disoriented state. In a Pavlovian response, she arose from the bench and got onto the bus, leaving the paper bag behind.
The bus dashed away, carrying a maid who was the unluckiest woman in the world!
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February Round Up
February Round Up: Mini audiobook review of Golden in Death by JD Robb & links, links, links.
Monthly Mini Review
Golden in Death by JD Robb, narrated by Susan Ericksen – B+ Can you even believe this is book 50 in the In Death series?? That must be some kind of record. Normally, I bail out of a series at about book 12 or so but I’m still up for stories about Eve Dallas, Roarke and the rest of the crew. I am desperate for Morris to get a HEA – maybe next book??
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November 11, 2019 AsktheBuilder Communique
Veterans Day
Did you have the honor and privilege to wear a uniform of any branch of the US Military? Perhaps you have a spouse, daughter, son, or other relative that was, or is currently, in the service of the great United States of America.
If so, I and my family thank you/them for your/their service. Today is the day set aside to honor your/their sacrifice and putting your/their life on the line for the unparalleled liberty and freedom the rest of us enjoy each day in the greatest nation of the world hands down.
Billions of other people across the globe wish they were able to exercise the God-given rights many take for granted here in the United States of America. You put your life on the line to protect and preserve these rights. Take for example the simple God-given right of self defense.
You may have come back from your time in the service with memories of hardship, but also pride and a sense of accomplishment. Not all are so lucky.
You may not have had any injuries, physical or emotional. Not all are so fortunate.
My Dad
My Dad was a vet. He served as a medic in Company A, 6th Medical Battalion. He was in General Bradley's 2nd Corps in Northern Africa where I understand he got a serious scorching sunburn early in that campaign. Back then they didn't have the miracle sunscreen we have today.
Yep, that's my dad just after he got back from WW II. Who's that vivacious woman on his right? My mom, of course. Look at them. My dad was just 28 in that photo and my mom, are you sitting down? - just 22 - soon to be 23.
Imagine how bright red her lipstick was? You can sure see why my dad was attracted to my mom. Wow, she was gorgeous!
My dad physically survived the war, but emotionally he was a wreck. One might imagine the things he saw on the battlefield as he tried to save other soldiers lives.
Early in the war he was shot and wounded and got a Purple Heart. It was not too serious, so he stayed in the fight.
In March of 1944, his unit was overrun in a battle in southern France and he was captured by the Nazis. I was told a story early in my childhood that he had a chance to escape and not be captured, but he stayed on the battlefield to tend to an injured soldier.
Dad grew potatoes for the German Army in a Polish stalag. He was liberated thirteen months later by the advancing Russian army. I remember him telling the story of that glorious day at the kitchen table.
As I remember it, one morning in the early spring of 1945, he and the other prisoners woke up to find the Nazi guards gone. They had run away during the night having advance notice that the Russians were coming.
All of a sudden a Russian tank rumbled up to the prison camp, drove through the gate and stopped. Dad said they were all frightened thinking the tank was going to slaughter them.
The next thing that happened is the hatch on top of the turret flipped open and the tank commander popped his head up and looked around. He then disappeared back into the tank and came back up with a five-gallon metal fuel container.
It was filled with vodka, not gasoline, and a liberation party ensued!
Here's dad's purple heart medal and the one for his POW experience.
PTSD
They didn't call it that back in the great WW II. Dad had a bad case of it. Back seventy years ago, the medical experts thought the best way to treat this debilitating condition was with electro shock therapy. Did you see the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?
It turns out this shock therapy made PTSD worse for some, as it did my dad.
Dad was unable to hold a job, his depression was so great. My mom supported the family being one of the first women pharmacists in the state of OH.
Dad just stayed home and suffered. He slept on the couch and listened to country music most days. When I was young, I didn't understand all this. Back then, families didn't talk about it.
But as I matured late in high school and college, I started to connect the dots. Dad and I started to talk more and he took a great interest in my studies. He also was fascinated with my construction business as soon as I got out of college.
On days when he felt up to it, he'd come over to the first house I rehabbed - they call it flipping now - and shake his head in amazement at what we were doing.
We had to send my Dad back to Heaven when I was just 24. He was only 59 years old. He died of heart failure tied no doubt to his sedentary lifestyle, his relentless smoking, and no doubt a deep personal lack of accomplishment and maybe some shame.
But little did he know he was a great success as a man, husband, and father. He taught me many things even though the teaching happened in a subliminal way.
Dad taught me perseverance that he no doubt developed while a POW.
Dad taught me kindness, a skill surely he developed on the battlefield caring for injured and dying soldiers.
Dad taught me to honor our great nation. We had one very difficult kitchen-table talk when the Vietnam War was raging.
My draft number at age 18 was 127 and that year they went up to 125. If drafted, I would have gone, but I was a soul-surviving son so I was told I'd never be put into action. Remember the movie Saving Private Ryan? I was the only son in the family to carry on the Carter name for our family.
I want to call out some of my friends who are vets. My best friend in Cincinnati, Richard Anderson who twice VOLUNTEERED to go to Vietnam.
My good buddy Chuck who was in the Coast Guard.
My fellow home improvement peer Mike Morris who served in Vietnam.
My very good friend, who used to subscribe to this newsletter, Captain Dick Daniels. Dick was an F4 pilot in Vietnam. I forget how many times he tail-hooked on carriers. I got to meet Dick and his wife Sue on several trips out West.
My buddy Bill Kingman who was sent to the Middle East and was kind enough to send me a US flag that was flown over there.
My really good friend Bob Roark who was in the US Air Force as a crew chief.
My nephew Kevin who was in the US Navy.
If I overlooked you, I apologize. Please forgive me but you know I appreciate what you did.
Please know that millions of people are appreciative of your service.
I hope you have a fantastic day.
Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com
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November 11, 2019 AsktheBuilder Communique
Veterans Day
Did you have the honor and privilege to wear a uniform of any branch of the US Military? Perhaps you have a spouse, daughter, son, or other relative that was, or is currently, in the service of the great United States of America.
If so, I and my family thank you/them for your/their service. Today is the day set aside to honor your/their sacrifice and putting your/their life on the line for the unparalleled liberty and freedom the rest of us enjoy each day in the greatest nation of the world hands down.
Billions of other people across the globe wish they were able to exercise the God-given rights many take for granted here in the United States of America. You put your life on the line to protect and preserve these rights. Take for example the simple God-given right of self defense.
You may have come back from your time in the service with memories of hardship, but also pride and a sense of accomplishment. Not all are so lucky.
You may not have had any injuries, physical or emotional. Not all are so fortunate.
My Dad
My Dad was a vet. He served as a medic in Company A, 6th Medical Battalion. He was in General Bradley's 2nd Corps in Northern Africa where I understand he got a serious scorching sunburn early in that campaign. Back then they didn't have the miracle sunscreen we have today.
Yep, that's my dad just after he got back from WW II. Who's that vivacious woman on his right? My mom, of course. Look at them. My dad was just 28 in that photo and my mom, are you sitting down? - just 22 - soon to be 23.
Imagine how bright red her lipstick was? You can sure see why my dad was attracted to my mom. Wow, she was gorgeous!
My dad physically survived the war, but emotionally he was a wreck. One might imagine the things he saw on the battlefield as he tried to save other soldiers lives.
Early in the war he was shot and wounded and got a Purple Heart. It was not too serious, so he stayed in the fight.
In March of 1944, his unit was overrun in a battle in southern France and he was captured by the Nazis. I was told a story early in my childhood that he had a chance to escape and not be captured, but he stayed on the battlefield to tend to an injured soldier.
Dad grew potatoes for the German Army in a Polish stalag. He was liberated thirteen months later by the advancing Russian army. I remember him telling the story of that glorious day at the kitchen table.
As I remember it, one morning in the early spring of 1945, he and the other prisoners woke up to find the Nazi guards gone. They had run away during the night having advance notice that the Russians were coming.
All of a sudden a Russian tank rumbled up to the prison camp, drove through the gate and stopped. Dad said they were all frightened thinking the tank was going to slaughter them.
The next thing that happened is the hatch on top of the turret flipped open and the tank commander popped his head up and looked around. He then disappeared back into the tank and came back up with a five-gallon metal fuel container.
It was filled with vodka, not gasoline, and a liberation party ensued!
Here's dad's purple heart medal and the one for his POW experience.
PTSD
They didn't call it that back in the great WW II. Dad had a bad case of it. Back seventy years ago, the medical experts thought the best way to treat this debilitating condition was with electro shock therapy. Did you see the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?
It turns out this shock therapy made PTSD worse for some, as it did my dad.
Dad was unable to hold a job, his depression was so great. My mom supported the family being one of the first women pharmacists in the state of OH.
Dad just stayed home and suffered. He slept on the couch and listened to country music most days. When I was young, I didn't understand all this. Back then, families didn't talk about it.
But as I matured late in high school and college, I started to connect the dots. Dad and I started to talk more and he took a great interest in my studies. He also was fascinated with my construction business as soon as I got out of college.
On days when he felt up to it, he'd come over to the first house I rehabbed - they call it flipping now - and shake his head in amazement at what we were doing.
We had to send my Dad back to Heaven when I was just 24. He was only 59 years old. He died of heart failure tied no doubt to his sedentary lifestyle, his relentless smoking, and no doubt a deep personal lack of accomplishment and maybe some shame.
But little did he know he was a great success as a man, husband, and father. He taught me many things even though the teaching happened in a subliminal way.
Dad taught me perseverance that he no doubt developed while a POW.
Dad taught me kindness, a skill surely he developed on the battlefield caring for injured and dying soldiers.
Dad taught me to honor our great nation. We had one very difficult kitchen-table talk when the Vietnam War was raging.
My draft number at age 18 was 127 and that year they went up to 125. If drafted, I would have gone, but I was a soul-surviving son so I was told I'd never be put into action. Remember the movie Saving Private Ryan? I was the only son in the family to carry on the Carter name for our family.
I want to call out some of my friends who are vets. My best friend in Cincinnati, Richard Anderson who twice VOLUNTEERED to go to Vietnam.
My good buddy Chuck who was in the Coast Guard.
My fellow home improvement peer Mike Morris who served in Vietnam.
My very good friend, who used to subscribe to this newsletter, Captain Dick Daniels. Dick was an F4 pilot in Vietnam. I forget how many times he tail-hooked on carriers. I got to meet Dick and his wife Sue on several trips out West.
My buddy Bill Kingman who was sent to the Middle East and was kind enough to send me a US flag that was flown over there.
My really good friend Bob Roark who was in the US Air Force as a crew chief.
My nephew Kevin who was in the US Navy.
If I overlooked you, I apologize. Please forgive me but you know I appreciate what you did.
Please know that millions of people are appreciative of your service.
I hope you have a fantastic day.
Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com
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November 11, 2019 AsktheBuilder Communique
Veterans Day
Did you have the honor and privilege to wear a uniform of any branch of the US Military? Perhaps you have a spouse, daughter, son, or other relative that was, or is currently, in the service of the great United States of America.
If so, I and my family thank you/them for your/their service. Today is the day set aside to honor your/their sacrifice and putting your/their life on the line for the unparalleled liberty and freedom the rest of us enjoy each day in the greatest nation of the world hands down.
Billions of other people across the globe wish they were able to exercise the God-given rights many take for granted here in the United States of America. You put your life on the line to protect and preserve these rights. Take for example the simple God-given right of self defense.
You may have come back from your time in the service with memories of hardship, but also pride and a sense of accomplishment. Not all are so lucky.
You may not have had any injuries, physical or emotional. Not all are so fortunate.
My Dad
My Dad was a vet. He served as a medic in Company A, 6th Medical Battalion. He was in General Bradley's 2nd Corps in Northern Africa where I understand he got a serious scorching sunburn early in that campaign. Back then they didn't have the miracle sunscreen we have today.
Yep, that's my dad just after he got back from WW II. Who's that vivacious woman on his right? My mom, of course. Look at them. My dad was just 28 in that photo and my mom, are you sitting down? - just 22 - soon to be 23.
Imagine how bright red her lipstick was? You can sure see why my dad was attracted to my mom. Wow, she was gorgeous!
My dad physically survived the war, but emotionally he was a wreck. One might imagine the things he saw on the battlefield as he tried to save other soldiers lives.
Early in the war he was shot and wounded and got a Purple Heart. It was not too serious, so he stayed in the fight.
In March of 1944, his unit was overrun in a battle in southern France and he was captured by the Nazis. I was told a story early in my childhood that he had a chance to escape and not be captured, but he stayed on the battlefield to tend to an injured soldier.
Dad grew potatoes for the German Army in a Polish stalag. He was liberated thirteen months later by the advancing Russian army. I remember him telling the story of that glorious day at the kitchen table.
As I remember it, one morning in the early spring of 1945, he and the other prisoners woke up to find the Nazi guards gone. They had run away during the night having advance notice that the Russians were coming.
All of a sudden a Russian tank rumbled up to the prison camp, drove through the gate and stopped. Dad said they were all frightened thinking the tank was going to slaughter them.
The next thing that happened is the hatch on top of the turret flipped open and the tank commander popped his head up and looked around. He then disappeared back into the tank and came back up with a five-gallon metal fuel container.
It was filled with vodka, not gasoline, and a liberation party ensued!
Here's dad's purple heart medal and the one for his POW experience.
PTSD
They didn't call it that back in the great WW II. Dad had a bad case of it. Back seventy years ago, the medical experts thought the best way to treat this debilitating condition was with electro shock therapy. Did you see the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?
It turns out this shock therapy made PTSD worse for some, as it did my dad.
Dad was unable to hold a job, his depression was so great. My mom supported the family being one of the first women pharmacists in the state of OH.
Dad just stayed home and suffered. He slept on the couch and listened to country music most days. When I was young, I didn't understand all this. Back then, families didn't talk about it.
But as I matured late in high school and college, I started to connect the dots. Dad and I started to talk more and he took a great interest in my studies. He also was fascinated with my construction business as soon as I got out of college.
On days when he felt up to it, he'd come over to the first house I rehabbed - they call it flipping now - and shake his head in amazement at what we were doing.
We had to send my Dad back to Heaven when I was just 24. He was only 59 years old. He died of heart failure tied no doubt to his sedentary lifestyle, his relentless smoking, and no doubt a deep personal lack of accomplishment and maybe some shame.
But little did he know he was a great success as a man, husband, and father. He taught me many things even though the teaching happened in a subliminal way.
Dad taught me perseverance that he no doubt developed while a POW.
Dad taught me kindness, a skill surely he developed on the battlefield caring for injured and dying soldiers.
Dad taught me to honor our great nation. We had one very difficult kitchen-table talk when the Vietnam War was raging.
My draft number at age 18 was 127 and that year they went up to 125. If drafted, I would have gone, but I was a soul-surviving son so I was told I'd never be put into action. Remember the movie Saving Private Ryan? I was the only son in the family to carry on the Carter name for our family.
I want to call out some of my friends who are vets. My best friend in Cincinnati, Richard Anderson who twice VOLUNTEERED to go to Vietnam.
My good buddy Chuck who was in the Coast Guard.
My fellow home improvement peer Mike Morris who served in Vietnam.
My very good friend, who used to subscribe to this newsletter, Captain Dick Daniels. Dick was an F4 pilot in Vietnam. I forget how many times he tail-hooked on carriers. I got to meet Dick and his wife Sue on several trips out West.
My buddy Bill Kingman who was sent to the Middle East and was kind enough to send me a US flag that was flown over there.
My really good friend Bob Roark who was in the US Air Force as a crew chief.
My nephew Kevin who was in the US Navy.
If I overlooked you, I apologize. Please forgive me but you know I appreciate what you did.
Please know that millions of people are appreciative of your service.
I hope you have a fantastic day.
Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com
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