#snyder creek

[mtbearded1]

I just added this photo of Snyder Creek in Montana's Glacier National Park to my Etsy wall art photography shop. Snyder Creek flows down from Snyder Lake to empty into Lake McDonald just south of the Lake McDonald Lodge. Both the lake and the creek are named for George Snyder who, in 1895, built a hotel on the shore of Lake McDonald which he called the Glacier Hotel. He also built the road from the railroad station at Belton (now West Glacier) to Apgar where he ran a 40 foot steam ship to carry guests from Apgar 5.5 miles across the lake to his hotel.

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Schlocktoberfest XIV - Day 28: Sasquatch Sunset

Sasquatch Sunset (2024) Trailer:�� *Spoilers Throughout* What’s This About: A family of Sasquatches in the woods run afoul of People. Here are some of my observations as I watched the film: Every day, I look at the world from my windowBut chilly, chilly is the evening timeSasquatch Sunset’s fine (Sasquatch Sunset’s fine) I should get my head examined for picking this since its stars my least…

[dozydawn]

“Practicing for a 3-day, 10-state meet open­ing Thursday at Broadmoor World Arena is Cherry Creek High School's Patti Snyder, 16, from the Denver Figure Skating Club.”

1971.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Day three of @ailesswhumptober

shared trauma/survivors guilt "it's not your fault"

cw. mentions of animal cruelty

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The bedroom was silent when he woke up aside from the creaking of the bed at the abrupt movement as he leant over the edge, breath caught in his throat and the taste of vomit in his mouth. He wasn't sick but the nausea was all-consuming and he wretched again over the side though nothing came up, his stomach cramping with each empty heave and stale tears he didn't remember crying staining his face when he reached to rub his eyes, sore and wet with the sudden wakeup.

He didn't have nightmares often, rarely remembered them when he did and this one was already fading, he grasped onto the last few scenes he could remember, his ma in the kitchen, his da and the gun, the old family dog, a gorgeous red creature, soft as anything and even though the memory of petting him was blurry, oscar could remember that.

He gagged again. Tasted bile in the back of his throat.

"Os?" Morris's voice was quiet, vaguely pissed off, still half asleep as he spoke through the darkness. "You okay?" A pause, "If you've vomited I ain't helping you clean it up.

"Fuck off." His own voice was rough from disuse, "I'm fine."

He could only grasp the edges of the dream now, and it felt stupid to feel it so badly still when he could barely even remember it, but it was coming back in flashes. He blinked and he was in solitary at the refuge again, the brick walls merging with the wooden boards from his bedroom at home. Snyder's yelling and da's raised voice all overlapping into one. The red family dog, or maybe just the red of the blood, as he bled out into the snow on the crest of the hill 100 yards from the farm. The gun in Oscar's hand. Warm. Smoking. Da's hand, or Snyder's cane, he wasn't sure which, slapping his shoulder. Both equally as sharp. Proud.

He wretched again, guilt pooling in his stomach. Maybe it's what his body was desperately trying to get rid of. Unfamilar with it.

"Oscar I swear-"

"Do you remember that dog we had? Wee mutt of a thing." His voice was ragged. "He was red."

"What're you- no. We had a sheepdog. But he weren't red."

"No. no, he-"

"Brown and white." Morris's voice was confident, in a way it wasn't usually when speaking about growing up on the farm. If Oscar's memories of it were hazy, Morris's were nearly non-existant. But this sounded like second nature, the repition of the colours- fuck, Morris had loved that dog. Oscar remembered that much. More than once da had found them out back throwing a stick for him, or hanging out down by the creek where they werent allowed, that rare laughter as the mutt ran into the water and came out shaking his coat, splashing them.

"Kinda black round his ears I guess." Morris finished, voice a little quieter than when he began.

"But he- "Oscar trailed off. The image was forming now, coming together easier since Morris described it. The fur under his hand when- god he couldn't have been more than six or seven if he was remembering right- was a real matted dark brown, white patches all over, shiny black eyes and a panting tongue. He looked like he was smiling, usually, if dogs could smile.

Oscar realised he couldn't remember his name.

But he could remember his white patches slowly turning pink with blood. the way the red spread fast and blossomed.

An old dog, da had called him, useless around the farm now that he was past his prime. He'd been ranting for weeks leading up to it that they'd spent more money looking after the mutt than he ever helped them get these days, especially since da had sold off the last few sheep of the flock in a market a few weeks back in a last-ditch attempt to make some money. He'd drank it all away in about a month.

Oscar swallowed, wished he had something to drink now, either to make the memories more foggy than they were already or knock him out entirely. He wasn't fussy.

Instead, he spoke into the dark again, stomach churning. Guilt was an unfamilair feeling for Oscar, he had learned to ward it off, learnt over the years that most people don't deserve it and wondered why he should ever bother extending it to anyone he'd ever fucked over if no one had ever felt it over the things done to him. But there was something about this that made him feel like there were ants under his skin, an anxiety paired with the way he felt bad down to his bones.

"You remember he- da made me shoot him."

Morris was quiet for a moment. The silence in the room was loud.

"I don't wanna talk about this Oscar."

"I killed him."

Oscar hadn't thought about the dog in years, and most of his childhood memories were foggy at best anyway but he was able to picture a couple, the rare nights that the dog was allowed in the house instead of out in one of the outbuildings with the other animals, the way he'd curl up at the end of Oscar's bed. He remembered how ma would occasionally slip him a bit of potato under the table without da noticing, or the night she cut him a square of the boiled meat they had after he snapped and bit da's hand bad enough that he bled.

Oscar felt sick. He could still feel the heat of the fired gun, Smell the sharp smoky smell of gunpowder that wafted up, the way his ears rang.

The blossoming blood, staining the snow, staining his white patches

"I killed him." he breathed, and his voice came out shakier than he intended, cracking in the middle of the sentence. It was dark outside, but there was enough light from the low-hanging moon and enough of a hole in the roof that he could make out Morris staring at the ceiling and dragging his hand down his face.

"No, you didn't."

"I did. course I did. da told me to-"

"He was an old dog, os-"

"He was our dog. Fuck. and I just shot him-"

"It weren't your fault, Os. If you. If you didn't do it da would. and then beat the shit outta you for not listenin'."

"You fuckin' loved that dog."

Morris was quiet again, for a moment, before he answered.

"I know."

The silence settled, it was Oscar's turn to drag his hand down his face and try to swallow the taste of bile in his throat, working his jaw as he worked down the panic attack he could already feel brewing in the pit of his stomach, that he knew was going to come back and fuck things over for him later today.

"You were always his favourite though, Os." Morris continued. "He was always hangin' round with you if he could." Another pause. "I'm sure he's glad that if it was anyone, it was you."

[sundaywithoutgod]

16 & 6 !

16. Favorite movie

Shit man….where to fucking begin?!

Goodfellas. Fight Club. Django: Unchained. Kill Bill VOL. 1 & 2. Inglorious Basterds. The Departed. Frontier(s). Just Friends. Road Trip. Grind. Halloween (Season of the Witch lost me…so did the newest ones… but I, II, IV, & V are my favs). Tears of the Sun. Lethal Weapon I-V. Rush Hour I-III. Friday. Next Friday. Friday After Next. Inside. REC I-II. Tobe Hooper’s original “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre”. Martyrs. Midori: The Girl in the Freakshow. Men Behind the Sun. George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead. Zack Snyder’s remake of Dawn of the Dead. Cape Fear (both versions). Fatal Attraction. Primal Fear. Come and See. The Strangers. Shawshank Redemption. Fritz the Cat. Happiness. I Saw the Devil. Oldboy. Ichi the Killer. Battle Royale. Jisatsu Circle (or Suicide Circle). Shaun of the Dead. Hot Fuzz. Terminator I-II. Out for Justice. Big Trouble in Little China. Lone Survivor. All of the Bourne films (Identity, Supremacy, Ultimatum, & Legacy). Wolf Creek I-II. Eden Lake. Tumbling Doll of Flesh. Brokeback Mountain (I mean…C’MON).

6. Favorite Band

Black My Heart. Mindforce. Drain. Twitching Tongues. Bulldoze. Dying Wish. Boundaries. Power Trip. Superheaven. No Pressure. Regulate. Turnover. Citizen. Cannibal Corpse. PeelingFlesh. Jesus Piece. CKY. Foundation. Blistered. Leeway. TV On The Radio. Godsmack. Slipknot. Vatican (their old shit is better). Volumes. Knocked Loose. Vicious Embrace. Foreign Hands. On Broken Wings. Incendiary. Chamber. Pain Of Truth. Big Boy. Seether. Buried Alive. Fury Of Five. Twist Of Cain. Creed. Cast In Blood. Life's Question. Sanction. Jukai. Inclination.

[madsworld15]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @lostcol

How many works do you have on ao3? 70

What's your total ao3 word count? 704,657

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Queer as Folk, Schitt's Creek, and Teen Wolf. In the past, I have written for Shameless, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, Dead Poets Society, and Maze Runner.

Top five fics by kudos: I Can Be Your Hero (Teen Wolf, Sterek), To Me, You Are Perfect (Teen Wolf, Sterek), Mend My Heart (Teen Wolf, Sterek), Trying To Make Sense Out Of This Confusion (Schitt's Creek, David/Patrick), and Mother Knows Best (Schitt's Creek, David/Patrick)

Do you respond to comments? I try my best to reply to every comment I receive, but sometimes, it can be overwhelming, so it takes me a few months to get back.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If we are going back to my fanfiction dot net days, there is a fic I wrote there that was post-major character death within the As The World Turns fandom. That fic, Never Alone, was about Noah dealing with the death of Luke.

However, on AO3, the fic with the angstiest ending has to be my David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek fic, where Patrick is diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's. It doesn't have a happy ending due to the nature of the disease. (Weep Not For the Memories)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? For the most part, my fics are angst with a happy ending, but I think the one with the biggest payoff is actually a tie between two different fandoms. The first that comes to mind is Everything That I Am, which is David/Patrick from Schitt's Creek and covers both of them recovering from a major car accident. The other is On The Page of History, which is Sterek from Teen Wolf and covers Stiles being a teacher at a school experiencing a school shooting, and Derek is a deputy on call to respond.

Do you get hate on fics? Yes. When I wrote Patrick Brewer as asexual for a few fics, fans in a certain social media group were extremely nasty toward me and then stalked me to other platforms to continue their vitriol. It broke my inspiration to write any kind of fan fiction for a while.

Do you write smut? No. I don't even try. I usually do fade to black/illusions.

Craziest crossover: Going back to my fanfiction dot net days, I did a crossover where a gay character from As The World Turns (Luke Snyder) and a gay character from Days of Our Lives (Will Horton) ended up at the same bar one night and got drunk together. It was called A Night They Won't Remember.

For AO3, my craziest one was one where I had Thomas from Maze Runner and Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf run into each other on the beach. Seeing Double was just me poking fun at two roles by the same actor.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I would love for that to happen someday.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? YES! My best friend, Karyn, and I met through a Teen Wolf convention almost a decade ago. We then decided to write a fic together where the POV changed from chapter to chapter. It was called Objects in the rear view mirror (May appear closer than they are) and centered on Sterek as parents of twin boys. It was unfortunately never finished because of medical issues on her part, but maybe someday we will go back to it.

All time favorite ship? If you look at AO3 it would seem the answer is David/Patrick from Schitt's Creek. And while I do love them, my favorite of all time is actually a tie between Sterek (Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Teen Wolf) and Britin (Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Queer as Folk).

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Right before I received a lot of hate within the Schitt's Creek fandom, I started a fic called Every Thunder That Came Was One More I Might Not Get Through. It centered on Patrick being an adopted child with past abuse trauma and David being a young man who witnessed a death in his early 20s. Both meet online and strike up a bond, only to find out that they are actually in the same therapy group IRL. Unfortunately, I only got through the introductory/story-building chapters before I lost all inspiration for Schitt's Creek fics.

What are your writing strengths? Introspection and dialogue are pretty evenly matched. Most of my fics are heavy on one or the other or a combo of both.

What are your writing weaknesses? Smut/Sex. I don't write it because every time I've tried, it comes out sounding extremely cheesy.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I have used a line or two in different languages (I once wrote a Days of Our Lives, WilSon fic set in Italy), but I always make sure to have the translations in the notes at the end of each installment/fic.

First fandom you wrote in? The first fandom I wrote in was As The World Turns (Luke/Noah or Nuke)

Favorite fic you've written? I can't decide just one, so I will tell you my favorite one I've written from my biggest fandoms.

Queer As Folk: There's Beauty When It's Bleak

Schitt's Creek: Trying To Make Sense Out Of This Confusion, which is linked above, so instead, I'll pick my next favorite, Waves Crash With Anxiety.

Teen Wolf: Return to Beacon Hills

Shameless: Inquiring Minds

Tagging: @winderlylandchime @thotpuppy @vulcanscully and any other writers who see this and want to do it!

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[getjoys]

An Illustrative Case of Carjacking Gone Wrong - The Murder of Jack Snyder

Jack Snyder was a 17-year-old honor student, soccer player, and National Honor Society member who had a bright future ahead of him. He was also a kind-hearted person who wanted to help others in need. On the night of February 17, 2023, he left his girlfriend’s birthday party in Battle Creek, Michigan, and noticed two young boys walking in the cold. He offered them a ride home, not knowing that they had sinister intentions. The boys, aged 14 and 13, tried to carjack Snyder and shot him twice when he resisted. Snyder died on the spot, next to his vehicle, while the boys fled the scene. The police later arrested the suspects and charged them with felony murder and carjacking. This article will explore the tragic case of Jack Snyder’s murder, the motives and backgrounds of the killers, and the impact of the crime on the community and the family of the victim.

Details of Jack Snyder Murder

A bright future awaited Jack Snyder, a 17-year-old who excelled in academics, sports, and community service. He was a kind-hearted person who wanted to help others in need. On February 17, 2023, he was driving back from his girlfriend’s birthday party in Battle Creek, Michigan, when he saw two young boys shivering in the cold. He decided to give them a lift home, unaware of their evil plans. 

The boys, who were 14 and 13 years old, attempted to steal Snyder’s car and shot him twice when he fought back. Snyder succumbed to his injuries on the spot, next to his car, while the boys ran away. The police later caught the culprits and charged them with felony murder and carjacking. The older boy was named Justice Chimner, while the younger one’s name was kept secret. The boys were tried as adults and faced life imprisonment. They were detained without bail at a juvenile facility. The police stated that there was no evidence connecting the suspects to Snyder. Although they mentioned having prior interactions with them, no information about their criminal history was disclosed.

How the Police Caught the Killers of Jack Snyder

The community played a vital role in helping the police catch the killers of Jack Snyder, a 17-year-old who was shot dead while trying to help two boys in the cold. The police received many tips from the public about the suspects and their location . The police also tracked their movements and identified them using surveillance cameras at various places in the area.

On February 19, the police arrested the 14-year-old suspect, Justice Chimner, who was sitting in a car near Jackson Street and Bedford Road. The same day, the 13-year-old suspect, whose name was not disclosed then, surrendered at the Battle Creek Police Department with a parent. The police also found a gun that they suspected was used in the shooting, but they were waiting for forensic confirmation.

The Latest Updates on the Trial of Jack Snyder’s Killers

The two suspects, Justice Chimner, 14, and Dewond Estes III, 13 at the time of the shooting, are charged with felony murder and carjacking. They are being tried as adults and face life imprisonment without parole. They are currently detained without bail at a juvenile facility .

Here are some of the latest updates on the trial of Jack Snyder’s killers:

On March 8, 2023, Chimner was required to have a psychological evaluation to assess his mental state and legal accountability. His lawyer said he denied the charges and requested a cash bond .

Dewond Estes III surrendered at the Battle Creek Police Department on February 19, 2023, with a parent......Read More 

Source: Getjoys

[esoutherngolf]

2023 Simpson Cup

U.S. Team Finalized for On Course Foundation’s 2023 Simpson Cup at Royal Lytham & St. Annes The U.S. team of wounded veterans to compete in On Course Foundation’s 2023 Simpson Cup, September 24-27 at Royal Lytham & St. Annes Golf Club in England is finalized. The 13 qualifying U.S. players are here, ranging in age from 29 to 58 across eight states coast to coast and include four rookies, five amputees and handicaps from .7 to 18.  Marty Caraway, a former Marine, is team captain for the second consecutive Simpson Cup.  Service members of the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines are represented. The four-day event features two days of Ryder Cup-style matches between 13 golfers per team.  The first day’s battle is better-ball match play with six points at stake and the second showcases 13 singles, straight match play with 13 points at stake.  The first team to reach 10 points wins the Simpson Cup.  The competition is flanked by emotional opening and closing ceremonies a la the Ryder Cup and Olympics. “We’re coming for this cup and have the dynamics, personalities and work ethic that meld well,” says Caraway.  “That said, while winning the Simpson Cup is fun, it’s superseded by On Course Foundation helping wounded veterans gain incredible purpose, experiences, mental and physical wellness, friendships, golf jobs and memories.” Entering this year’s 11th Simpson Cup, the U.S. won five matches and the U.K. five.  Host site Royal Lytham & St. Annes has produced 11 Open Championships and five Women’s British Opens.  Past Simpson Cup venues include TPC Sawgrass, Congressional, Royal St. George’s, Oak Hill, Royal Birkdale, Maidstone, St. Andrews, The Creek and Baltusrol. Team members’ hidden and physical wounds sustained from the heat of battle include PTSD, brain tumors, amputations, emphysema, traumatic brain injuries, joint raptures, spinal issues and broken backs, hips, ribs, collarbones, femurs and sternums. Some U.S. team player highlights: - Chad Pfeifer, 42, is an army veteran who persevered to overcome the loss of his left leg above the knee to become a scratch golfer.  He finished third in the 2022 U.S. Adaptive Open and first among competitors with physical impairments. - Shauna Snyder, 57, is the team’s only female and 2023 marks the third time she qualified for a Simpson Cup.  She overcame complex back, neck, shoulder and hip injuries from decades in the U.S. Army Medical Department. - Nick Kimmel, 34, is among the miraculous Simpson Cup stories.  An IED explosion in Afghanistan left him without both legs above knee and his left arm above the elbow.  A golfer as a youth, the triple-amputee was “tortured” about the notion of never playing again. “The desire wasn’t there, and the primary thought was that missing limbs would cause me to sit on the sidelines forever,” says Kimmel.  “Then I learned about On Course Foundation and since joining, members prompted me not to feel sorry for myself, overcome the physical and psychological pain by thinking positively, and get back into the swing of things. The Simpson Cup is named after On Course Foundation founder John Simpson, the longtime business manager for Nick Faldo, Vijay Singh, Bernard Langer, Nick Price and other Tour players.  As a child, he was stricken with polio that to this day renders his left leg nonfunctional.  Simpson’s disability, and his speaking with injured veterans at Headley Court in the U.K. in 2010, led him to marry golf and goodwill, ultimately creating On Course Foundation. “It’s amazing to see those who sacrificed so much and still undergo severe PTSD and physical challenges, compete at such a high level,” says Simpson.  “This is pinnacle event on our program calendar and a major mechanism for On Course Foundation to raise awareness and funds.” Simpson Cup sponsors include Charles Schwab, Barclays, Topgolf Callaway Brands, The Sinclair Charity and the Summit Golf Brands. On Course Foundation helps active and retired, injured Service members develop playing abilities while teaching career skills to work in the golf industry.  It then places them in jobs with the likes of Dormie Network, Golf Pride, Invited, Landscapes Unlimited, Marriott Golf, TaylorMade Golf, Topgolf Callaway Brands, TPC Network and Troon, as well as at golf courses, country clubs and resorts nationwide.  More than 2,200 wounded veterans have benefitted from On Course Foundation learning programs in the U.S. and Europe since 2010. More information:  oncoursefoundationusa.org. Read the full article

[shesboundtobruise]

Can you tell us a little bit about Lou's dad?

What's the best way to deal with generational trauma? By perpetuating it, of course.

Stanley Wolfe was born to a hard ass of a father and a fairly cold mother, neither of whom were exactly ready for their bundle of joy to arrive when he did. They made due though, meaning that they provided for him and raised him as they'd been raised. He was born in Goose Creek, South Carolina near where his father Louis, a Navy officer, was stationed. He grew up disciplined, fairly quiet, and always striving to impress Louis in every way he could, despite rarely being able to achieve that. This attitude led him to enlist in the Navy when he was of age, where he did not achieve a rank higher than Petty Officer, which did nothing to please Louis Wolfe.

Once he served and was discharged, Stanley went on to become an officer of the law, moving to Greenville to do so. There he met Ida Snyder, a local beauty queen who was a bit of trouble for the young man. He was drawn in by her beauty, of course, but what really attracted him to her was her sweetness, her carefree attitude, and how she seemingly did whatever it was she wanted. Despite the fact that she was very close to a few people Stanley would later keep tabs on as a police officer, he and Ida married after a short courtship. Louis didn't exactly approve of this relationship and didn't hide it, but he also made no real moves to end it, figuring, at least, it would end up providing him with a grandchildson he could dote on and who could be the future of their family since Stanley and his brother Daniel were fuck-ups, as far as he was concerned. And for years, Stanley and Ida tried to grow their family, with no luck and then the heartbreak of multiple miscarriages, until finally, a baby girl was born. Stanley and Ida were overwhelmed with joy when little Louise entered the world, but Louis, again, wasn't so keen on having a granddaughter, especially as the eldest grandchild. He never minced words about that, lording having two boys over Stanley's one girl, a girl, being stuck in some disgusting and idiotic, backwards world where having a male heir meant everything. While Stanley didn't necessary agree, his father's words and attitude beat him down enough to make him begin to feel bitter toward his wife and his daughter.

That's when the drinking began. Didn't matter that his wife was happier than she'd ever been. Didn't matter that his daughter, the little miracle Ida called her, was healthy and beautiful and everything a parent could ask for. Didn't matter he'd moved up at work and made it all the way to Sheriff of the county. Louis' disparaging and disappointed words did more damage than he'd ever admit and he drank to drown it all out.

A few years passed like this, and Ida tried to give Stanley everything he wanted, especially the son she sensed would bring a little more happiness to his life, but due to the complications of Lou's birth, she was unable to carry any more children to term. This crushed her and when Stanley found out, he wasn't exactly sensitive to this. He blamed himself at first, but then, later on, in a drunken stupor, he blamed Ida. That wasn't the end of his emotional abuse, unfortunately; simply the beginning, and she was also simply the beginning. Soon that bitterness turned on his daughter as well.

Lou was eight when Stanley first struck her. It was so sudden that not even he realized what had happened until Ida's screams pierced his eardrums. The girl had only been defending her mother, angry with him for making Ida upset. She'd only been defending her mother from him, the one person that shouldn't have harmed her, who shouldn't have harmed either of them.

This was a cycle that continued for years. Ida began to become a shell of the vibrant woman he'd fallen for all those years ago. Lou, trying to avoid any possible interaction with either of them, was merely a specter who rarely made an appearance and who floated in on the edges of his vision, until she was a gnat, an annoyance he'd stamp out. Ida tried to keep her family together, tried to bring peace, but when she realized she couldn't, she became a ghost, leaving this plane of existence physically only to continue to haunt the rooms of their home.

The pain of losing the love of his life was unbearable. Stanley blamed himself, how could he not, but all that guilt only added flames to the rage within him. Rather than taking his daughter into his arms and trying to comfort her or shield her from any other hurt in the world, he lashed out even more at her, harmed her more than he'd ever done now that there was no buffer between them to stop him. The physical abuse continued for a couple of more years before Lou put an end to it herself by leaving entirely, no note, no phone number, no address. She just ran into the night and never returned.

Completely alone for the first time in a long time, Stanley didn't know what to do. He traveled to London to see his parents, to beg for help, to find comfort with them, to no avail. Louis, even in his advanced age, looked upon his son in disgust and put the blame for everything in his miserable life squarely on his own shoulders. Stanley returned to the States a husk of man. Alone and empty.

It's been nearly twenty years since Ida passed and over a decade since Lou left him. He's still in Greenville, still in that home, allowing those ghosts to haunt him as his penance. He's tried to find Lou several times with little luck. He apologized the last time he saw her, but now? If he got a 'fuck off' in return, he'd die happy.

[who-the-hell-is-bucky1945]

Forest Walk For Mental Health/Triggers

I wanted to make a list of ptsd triggers/random things that put me on edge

Angry yelling

medical antiseptic

hospitals/medical settings

People coming too close to my back side

being pinned down

Feeling like I can’t leave a place

confined spaces especially when there’s one or more people in the room with me

groups of rowdy boys make me nervous and tense

not being able to hear/see/smell the area around me

loud unexpected noises

Pain pills (because past suicide attempt)

Being in public/fear around people

I’ll update this list as I find new things that trigger me.

WALKS:

@Columbia Forest (off Meadowsweet, White Birch Ave, etc.)

@Columbia Forest by Barb’s, end of Columbia Forest BLVD.

@Monarch Woods

@Galt, far side along river

@Huron Woods

@Wilson Ave., woods

@Laurel Creek

@Bechtel Park Natural Area

@Breslau trails, park

@Mill Run Trail off Beaver Creek

@Doon, past Landon Hall (cliff)

@Steckle Woods off Bleams

@Riverside Park Cambridge

@Trail by Blair, River (Bean Orsten Park)

@Idlewood

@Strasburg Creek Park off Rush Meadow Crescent

@off River Ridge by John

@Homer Watson Park

@end off Ottawa near Misty and Enzo

@old oak train behind St. Jacobs

@The Hydrocut off far end Glasgow

@upper Breslau

@RIM/old farmstead

@Health Valley Trail off University

@Activa & Copper Leaf

@Clair Lake

@kelso

@mount nemo

@Lakeside, both sides off Greenbrook

@Tilt’s Bush

@Walker’s Woods, New Hamburg

@Vista Hills Park and Rock Elm Park

@Snyder’s Flats

@Doon Presbyterian Cemetery

@Strasburg Woods

@Crown land trail

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Top 6 Hotel In Snyder Road Knoxville, TN

Are you looking for the best hotel to stay in Snyder Road Knoxville? You’ve come to the right place! In this article, we’ll be taking a look at the top 6 hotels in the area. From budget-friendly options to luxurious accommodations, we’ve got plenty of great choices for your next stay in Tennessee. So, regardless of what your needs or preferences may be, there’s something here for everyone. Read on to learn more about the best hotel in Snyder Road Knoxville TN. 1. Marriott Knoxville When planning a trip to Knoxville, make sure to check out the Marriott Knoxville. This hotel is conveniently located near many of the city's top attractions, including the University of Tennessee and Neyland Stadium. The Marriott Knoxville also offers a variety of amenities to make your stay more comfortable, such as an on-site fitness center and an indoor pool. If you're looking for a place to stay that will give you easy access to all the best that Knoxville has to offer, Marriott Knoxville should be at the top of your list. 2. Hilton Garden Inn Knoxville West/Oak Ridge If you're looking for a great place to stay while visiting Snyder Road in Knoxville, look no further than the Hilton Garden Inn Knoxville West/Oak Ridge. This hotel is conveniently located just off I-40 and is minutes away from all of the best shopping, dining, and entertainment that Knoxville has to offer. The Hilton Garden Inn Knoxville West/Oak Ridge offers spacious guest rooms with all the amenities you need for a comfortable stay, including complimentary WiFi, a flat-screen TV, and a refrigerator. The hotel also features an on-site restaurant and bar, fitness center, outdoor pool, and 24-hour business center. 3. Hampton Inn & Suites by Hilton Knoxville At Turkey Creek The Hampton Inn & Suites by Hilton Knoxville at Turkey Creek is the perfect hotel for business and leisure travelers alike. The hotel offers a variety of amenities to make your stay as comfortable and enjoyable as possible, including an on-site restaurant, fitness center, and complimentary WiFi. The rooms are spacious and well-appointed, with plenty of room to work or relax. The staff is friendly and attentive, and the hotel's convenient location near Snyder Road makes it easy to get around town. Whether you're in town for business or pleasure, the Hampton Inn & Suites by Hilton Knoxville at Turkey Creek is the perfect place to stay. 4. Holiday Inn Express & Suites Knoxville Northwest - Papermill Rd The Holiday Inn Express & Suites Knoxville Northwest - Papermill Rd is one of the top hotels in Snyder Road Knoxville. This hotel is well-equipped with the latest amenities where you get to see a fitness center alongside a private pool to keep the environment serene. There is a conference room as well to plan for business meetings, seminars, etc. The hotel is located close to many attractions, including the Knoxville Zoo and the University of Tennessee. If you're looking for a top-notch hotel in Snyder Road, Knoxville, the Holiday Inn Express & Suites Knoxville Northwest - Papermill Rd is a great choice. 5. Residence Inn by Marriott Knoxville West/Bearden Residence Inn by Marriott Knoxville West/Bearden is one of the top hotels in Snyder Road Knoxville TN. The hotel offers a variety of amenities and services to its guests, including a fitness center, an outdoor pool, a business center, and a complimentary breakfast. The hotel also offers free Wi-Fi and parking, as well as laundry facilities. 6. Courtyard By Marriott Knoxville North/Papermill The Courtyard by Marriott Knoxville North/Papermill is a top hotel in Snyder Road Knoxville. You can even enjoy your time in an outdoor pool which is just adjacent to the hotel along with a hi-tech sports arena next to it. Ohh yes, you get to use free wi-fi at the lounge as well. Guests can enjoy a meal at the on-site restaurant or grab a snack at the 24-hour convenience store. The rooms are spacious and feature a flat-screen TV, desk, and coffee maker.

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Sunrise Village Mobile Home Park owners fined for wastewater violation

Sunrise Village Mobile Home Park owners fined for wastewater violation

Hunter 11/29/22 A management company that owns several mobile home parks in the area has been fined for wastewater violations. The Gazette reports that Havenpark Management has agreed to pay the $8000 fine after Sunrise Village on South Scott Boulevard was found to have committed multiple violations since 2020. They reportedly discharged wastewater into a tributary of Snyder Creek, which feeds…

[justaholesir]

HENRY CAVILL as • Charles Brandon in The Tudors (2007) created and written by Michael Hirst • Evan Marshall in Blood Creek (2009) directed by Joel Schumacher • Theseus in Immortals (2011) directed by Tarsem Singh • Will Shaw in The Cold Light of Day (2012) directed by Mabrouk el Mechri • Clark Kent / Kal-El / Superman in Man of Steel (2013) directed by Zack Snyder • Clark Kent / Kal-El / Superman in Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016) directed by Zack Snyder • Geralt of Rivia in The Witcher (2019) created by Lauren Schmidt Hissrich • Clark Kent / Kal-El / Superman in Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) directed by Zack Snyder

[write-r-die]

By Tomorrow - Part 5

I’m so happy you guys like the most recent chapter of Prisoner! We’re in the home stretch and shit’s getting really real.

And By Tomorrow is about to start heating up with a reveal (that you already probably guessed). 

Masterlist - Previous Chapter - Prisoner

It was still grey in the morning. The ground remained soggy and their clothes were still damp, but the rain had lightened to a drizzle and the wind, thank God, let up.

Henry was up and ready at the crack of dawn. They had to make real progress today. There was no chance they’d catch up to the others without a horse, but he wanted to get back to his clan as soon as possible. Even before the mudslide, sleeping outside was no great pleasure for Sybil.

Henry grabbed his wife under the arms and hauled her out of the cave without first attempting to wake her. She was deeply asleep, and therefor couldn’t register the alarm she should feel over being hauled out of her cave.

She wavered when Henry set her on her feet, still more asleep than awake. He didn’t have time to wait for her to rouse herself. He grabbed her clothes and started dressing her without much fanfare. She was awake by the time he was done.

“I’m not a child,” Sybil said sternly. “I am capable of dressing myself.”

“You would’ve taken too long,” said Henry. He climbed back into the little cave to check if they’d left anything behind. He came out holding the delicate white ribbon Sybil had been wearing in her hair. It was frayed and muddied. He held it out at her and prayed she wouldn’t be upset over something so inconsequential.

Sybil took it. she started to use her free hand and her teeth to tie it around her wrist. Henry grunted disapprovingly and took over the task himself. 

“Can you tie a bow?” Sybil asked. Henry had to look at her to tell if she was being serious. She was. 

Should he even attempt it? What did it matter? What a silly thing! He heard Catherine’s voice in his ear, hissing that this was a difficult journey for poor Sybil, and this what literally the least he could do to comfort her.

He returned to his task looking none too pleased. He had nimble fingers, Sybil noticed, despite their size. He frowned in concentration; she nearly laughed at the expression on his face. He grunted and stepped back when his task was complete. The bow looked like it was made by a child, lopsided and ugly, but it was indeed a bow.

Sybil turned her face up to look at Henry. He was frowning down at his handiwork, his curls falling forward the slightest bit. If she didn’t know better, she would say he was embarrassed.

“Thank you.”

Another grunt and they started walking.

Sybil started monologuing and Henry tuned out so he could think. She was very feminine, his wife. He wasn’t sure what to do about it. He liked it, he supposed, but he didn’t think it was very practical for a life in the highlands. Still, he was confident between the two of them – him and Catherine – they could keep her in good health. Catherine might even be able to keep her in good humor.

Henry soon outpaced her.

She looped her arm into his and held on; he was either going to shorten his stride or drag her to their destination. She refused trot along like a horse trying to keep pace with him.

“You walk too fast,” she said. 

His usual grunt.

“Your legs are far longer than mine. And you’re not tripping over your skirts – no, yours is trimmed short.”

His arm felt more like a tree limb than a human appendage. Her grip did nothing to slow his pace.

“Not a skirt,” he grunted. “Kilt.”

“Yes, yes, kilt. Do you wear them in the winter? Don’t your legs get cold? Why don’t you just wear trousers?”

“Why don’t you?” he countered.

“Henry, don’t be absurd.”

He huffed. “Trousers are constricting.”

“I suppose that’s true. You know, my brothers’ tutor said that the Romans always wore skirts – I’m certain it was skirts and not kilts – and they thought it was barbaric to wear trousers because the men in most of the places they conquered wore them, and the places they conquered were entirely uncivilized.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“They were in England, you know – the Romans, I mean – but they never took Scotland because the Scots were too wild. That’s why they built Hadrian’s Wall, to keep the Scots away from their civilization. I don’t think they conquered the Irish, either. They are truly wild. Wilder than the Scots, even.”

Grunt.

“Is Scots even the right word? I think perhaps your people were called Picts in those days. In any case, the Scots or the Picts or whoever it was in the Roman days painted their faces blue, I hear. Do you still do that? What for? If you’re attempting to camouflage yourself, I assure you blue is not a choice color for it. Green, perhaps. There are lots of green things in Scotland. And grey things. Does everywhere in Scotland look like this? Are there flowers anywhere? I’ve only seen thistles so far – not that those aren’t lovely, of course. I heard that thistles saved Scotland from being conquered by Vikings because the Vikings fought barefoot and when they stepped on thistles . . .”

She went on like that for a good hour. Henry tried to tune most of it out, though he grunted sometimes to give the impression that he was listening.

“. . . but then, of course, so are most things. Do you know what? I think we ought to –”

“We’re almost out of Armstrong territory,” Henry interrupted.

“Oh, well that’s good. Whose territory will we cross into? Are they friends? I hope so. That way you can relax.”

“The MacPhersons’. Allies,” he said, “And I never relax.”

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right,” said Sybil. “You ought to try a hot bath with lavender. When I was younger my mother made me take hot baths with lavender nearly every night. It was the only way I could calm down enough to sleep. The servants were furious over it. They hated lugging water up and downstairs every night, not to mention heating it, but it had to be done. I still try to bathe once a week if I can. I know it’s strangely often, but bathing every night got me into the habit.”

Another twenty minutes, and they crossed the border into MacPherson territory.

Sybil only paused her monologue to complain that she was thirsty.

Henry fought the urge to tell her that it was because she was talking too much, and if she ceased, her problem would, too. They stopped at a clear pond.

Sybil daintily scooped up handfuls of water and drank from her palms. Henry just leaned his head over the water and drank straight from the pond. Sybil did little to disguise her distress.

“You should do the same,” Henry said, wiping his mouth on his wrist. “It’ll be faster than what you’re doing now.”

“What?” Sybil asked. “Drink like a horse from a trough?” Henry just looked at her. “It’s not very ladylike.”

“Good thing you’re not a lady anymore,” her husband said. She lost that title when she married.

She frowned. “Lairds have ladies.” 

“Aye, but I’m not a laird.”

Sybil considered for a moment. “You mustn’t look.”

“Why?”

“Because it isn’t proper and I don’t want you to watch me do it and think I’m some . . .”

Henry was genuinely confused. “I just did it.”

She gave him a slightly disgusted look as if to say, Yes, that’s my point exactly.

“I’d still like you not to watch.”

They stopped early to camp. Henry sat down, leaned his broad back against an apple tree, crossed his arms over his chest, and promptly fell asleep. 

Sybil never rested easily. It always took her ages to fall asleep, and even then she woke for a few hours two or three times a night. That was usually all right because she slept alone, so there was no one to bother, but she’d soon be sharing a bed with her husband.

She was able to push the memory of his part out of her mind for most of the day, but now that he was asleep, she worried it might appear again. Well at least it wouldn’t be digging into her backside this time.

She could use him as a pillow, like she’d used his arm the night before. But she did not think it would be proper to lay her head in his lap, especially since his legs were bare. Her eyes lingered on the defined muscles of his thighs.

No, she certainly could not lie in his lap. What if he crossed his legs in his sleep? He’d either smother her or crush her skull. Not to mention all that hair. 

How large would their bed be? They would certainly have to share one; despite all the empty space around them, highlanders supposedly preferred one-room cottages. Like peasants.

Sybil was a peasant now, at least until Henry succeeded his uncle as laird.

She exhaled loudly through her nose and lay down on her back. Then rolled to her side. Then huffed and rolled onto her back again. She just couldn’t get comfortable.

After about an hour of twisting and huffing, Henry finally stirred.

“Go to sleep.” Henry didn’t even open his eyes when he gave the command.

“I can’t. I never can.”

“Last night you slept like the dead.”

“Last night I nearly was dead.”

“Shall I take my clothes off then? Perhaps we should recreate the circumstances.” He cracked an eye open to see her reaction; her back was turned to him. Too bad. He would’ve liked to see the expression on her face. 

She said nothing and remained still. Henry shut his eyes again, figuring she finally fell asleep, when she sniffled. 

And then she sniffled again.

And again.

Henry was about to order her to blow her nose before he realized that she was crying.

“Are you weeping?!” he said, incredulous.

“No.” She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “Yes. You’re supposed to be sleeping. Go to sleep.”

If only that were an option.

“Why?”

Sybil turned to see his expression. Was he joking? “Are you really asking my why I’m crying?!” Her voice was shrill.

Henry just looked at her. Was he not supposed to ask? He thought he was being considerate for asking after her feelings but apparently not.

There were a number of reasons, the foremost being that she was frightened so far from home. Also she was tired and cold and hungry and she didn’t like sleeping outdoors and she didn’t have Catherine there to allay her fears. And Henry – she didn’t know what to make of him or how to act around him. And she was due to start bleeding any minute now. She would have started already if she weren’t so anxious over her situation this past week of traveling.

Henry should at least be able to guess at one of these reasons.

He shuffled away from the tree and lay flat on his back. He extended his arm towards Sybil as he did the night before and made her rest her head on it.

“Quit shoving me around,” Sybil snapped, but she instinctively nuzzled into the crook of his elbow. Her back was still to him. “I don’t like it when you toss me about like a doll. If you would just speak, just ask me to do something, I would. Like waking and dressing this morning! Or getting on a horse. I can do things myself.” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. 

Henry was at a loss. “But it’s easier and faster if I do them for you.” 

“That’s not the point,” she hiccupped.

If that wasn’t the point, then what was? It was probably best not to ask, but he needed to stop her crying somehow. Husbands should look after their wives, including their feelings. He wouldn’t fail. Too many people failed his mother and he’d rather have his guts pulled out in front of him than be like them.

That gave him an idea. He was shit at comforting her so far, so maybe distracting her would be a better course of action.

He clenched his jaw and gathered his courage. If only he had some ale. In a gravelly voice, he said, “My mother was married to Laird Maclean. For a short time.”

Sybil turned to look at him in shock, but Henry’s gaze was fixed on the night sky. His expression was no grumpier than usual but the poorly masked tension in his voice told her all she needed to know.

What did that mean? Was Henry the Maclean laird’s son, then? His mother must’ve left her husband and returned to her clan and perhaps obtained an annulment. But why was Henry still a Cavill? No man in England or Scotland would allow his wife to steal a son, especially one as hearty as Henry must’ve been as an infant. And he'd grown into a fine specimen – wouldn’t Maclean want him back, to make Henry his heir? 

Maybe Henry was the product of a second marriage. That made the most sense but it seemed too clean, too simple. Catherine never discussed Henry’s father with Sybil. Why hadn’t he come up in conversation in the two years they spent together?

There was more to the story. There must be. But Henry was reluctant to give her even this morsel of information; the full explanation wouldn’t be coming any time soon. 

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked when she was able to speak again.

“You asked me why I hated the Macleans. That’s why.” And then, gently, “Go to sleep.”

Sybil’s instinct was to hug him but she didn’t think he’d welcome the embrace.

She couldn’t sleep for a long time. Neither could he. So they lay in the dark with nothing to say. 

And that was all right. At least Sybil wasn’t crying anymore.