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jamespottersmixtape · 8 months

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september 12: iced 1,742 words @rosekiller-microfic

Barty really needs caffeine. Evan works at a small coffee shop.

It's an incredibly average Tuesday when Barty manages to make a fool out of himself and fall in love on the same day.

Well, the whole thing isn't as dramatic as he makes it out to be, but he isn't known for being subtle with his retellings.

Barty had thought he'd be fine—running on two hours of sleep was perfectly reasonable for sitting through a 3 hour business lecture, right?

Did he mention that he was a fool?

Whether by luck or fate or the incessant blaring of Barty's alarm clock, he had managed to crawl out of bed early enough for his 9am class—calculations and formulas and useless information on the status of the economy still swirling through his brain from the night before.

However, what his sleep deprived brain had failed to remember was that Barty lived off caffeine. Nothing would get done in a day if he hadn't downed at least 2 cups of coffee or the strongest black tea he could find. Dorcas always told him it was an addiction; he never listened.

So at 8:50 he trudged across campus and sat down heavily in the back of the lecture hall, mentally preparing himself for 3 torturous hours of his professor's monotonous voice, with absolutely no caffeine in his system. A mistake on his part.

It wasn't until he awoke at 11:55, the feeling of someone nudging his shoulder enough to rouse him from a dreamless sleep, that he finally realized this mistake. He had slept through the entire fucking lecture.

And it wasn't him dozing off halfway through, fighting diligently not to nod off. No, as soon as his professor began speaking Barty's head was on the desk, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he slept soundly on the uncomfortable wood. Frankly, he was mortified.

That brings him to now, briskly walking through the sea of students milling about between classes, his finger scrolling quickly through the selection of local coffee shops.

He still has two more classes, there's no way he'll survive without something helping him stay awake.

His eyes scan his phone screen, looking at distances and reviews until he settles on a place not too far from the North corner of campus—Twin Flame Coffee & Co.

He supposes it'll do.

Barty arrives in record time, his long legs carrying him faster than average. The building is quaint but lively, cream walls with colorful chairs out front—Barty's surprised he hadn't found it sooner.

When he pushes open the door a small bell rings overhead. There's not too many people, a few students with their laptops and an old couple sharing a pastry, but there's someone ordering and he can't see the register.

He scans the menu just long enough to make sure they serve the drink he wants, and only looks down when it's his turn.

He means to step forward but the movement gets halted as soon as his eyes lock on the person working. In front of him is a boy about his age, wispy blonde curls and bright eyes, a winning smile directed right at Barty as he waits patiently for him to approach. He has freckles scattered loosely across his face and neck, disappearing beneath the tank-top he's wearing. Is that even work appropriate? he thinks.

There are at least a dozen tattoos littering his arms—nowhere near the amount Barty has, but enough—and his skin looks soft enough that biting it would leave a mark. Suddenly Barty's throat feels impossibly dry.

"How can I help you?" the boy says, and oh Jesus fucking Christ he sounds like heaven too. Barty is a goner.

Suddenly his brain is on high alert, catching up with the fact that he's been staring at this guy for at least 5 seconds. He shakes his head and approaches the register, his legs shakier than before.

The boy's smile is unwavering, yet he seems amused at Barty's slow uptake. Barty swears his eyes flick up and down Barty's figure, but quickly pushes that thought aside.

"Hi," Barty says flatly. He's lucky his voice doesn't crack but god, could he sound any more unapproachable?

"Hi," the boy says, levity clear on his face now. "What can I get started for you?"

"Uh, can I just have a large latte?"

"Large latte," the boy repeats, punching something onto a screen. "Anything else?"

"No, that's it," Barty replies. "Thank you," he adds, trying his hardest to remain calm.

He tries to smile but it definitely looks strange. Their eyes meet briefly and he has to physically restrain himself from doing something very fucking stupid. Like telling him he's pretty. Or begging for his number.

Yeah, he's fucked.

"Okay, can I have a name for that?"

"Um..." can he even remember his own name? Probably not. He wants to learn his name but can't see a name tag. Damn. "Barty," he finally gets out. "My name is Barty."

The boy laughs, his face becoming even lovelier in the process. Clearly, Barty's repeated blundering is funny to him. "Alright Barty, that'll be ready on the side for you," the boy flashes him another smile. Barty pulls out his wallet to pay, disappointed at the short interaction, but as he's inserting his card he notices the boy grabbing a cup for hot drinks.

"Shit, sorry," Barty starts, unprepared for any further conversation. "Did I say hot? I meant iced. Large iced latte."

The boy's hand stills from where it was prepared to write Barty's order. "Oh! That's fine, it's the same price."

He grabs a clear plastic cup instead, scribbling on it before passing it to a girl with similar colored hair. They look related, Barty thinks.

Barty pulls his card out, payment finished. This is where he's supposed to walk away and wait for his drink like any other customer. But, well, there's no one behind him, and he really wants to find out this guy's name.

"Sorry about that," Barty scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. His stomach swoops every time he looks at the boy's face. He really is gorgeous. "It's been a weird day."

"Hard classes?" the boy asks, placing his hands on the counter, drumming his fingers.

Barty's eyes widen, taken aback that he was asked a question. He clears his throat. "Nah, not really. I slept through my entire first lecture."

"Wow." the boy deadpans.

"Yeah," Barty huffs out a small laugh. "3 whole hours of sleep. At least it was a good nap," he shrugs.

The boy laughs again, louder this time. Barty really wouldn't mind making it happen again. "3 hours? I guess you really need this latte."

Barty groans, rubbing his hand over his face. "Tell me about it. I forgot to make coffee this morning."

The boy purses his lips, "Glad we could help then."

Barty stands there awkwardly for a moment. He wants to stay and talk, he wants to know everything there is to know about this boy—his name, for starters. Ten minutes ago he was blissfully oblivious to his existence, but he's enlightened now, and there's no way he's forgetting him.

Maybe he's a fool, it's been said before.

"I've uh– it's my first time here. It's nice, I can't believe I've never seen this place before."

The boy hums, nodding. "Well, my sister and I," he gestures to the girl making drinks, "We only opened this place a few weeks ago. It's gotten a fair bit of traction, so that's been nice. But it's new, so don't worry, you haven't been missing out for too long," he shoots Barty a wink and he swears his heart nearly stops.

"Oh," Barty chuckles, his voice higher than normal. "Well maybe I'll come back then." He's testing the waters, trying to read if this guy even cares about his existence outside of an obligation to his job.

"I hope so, would be a shame if this was the last time I saw you," the boy says, leaning forward on the counter. And what? That had to be flirting, right? Right? The boy's eyes rake over his torso in a much more obvious manner, taking time to fully appreciate his appearance.

Barty wants to say something but he finds he's too incoherent to string words together. "Yes," he says lamely. "Yeah, yes. I'll definitely be back."

"I'm looking forward to it," the boy replies, flashing him another grin.

"Here," the girl—his sister—says, passing her brother Barty's drink. The pair seem to have an entire conversation with their eyes, never saying a word out loud. At the end of the exchange, the boy lets out a frustrated sigh. She offers Barty a quick smile before turning swiftly on her heel and disappearing behind a curtain.

The boy holds his drink out. "Here's your iced latte."

Barty's cheeks flush at the reminder of his mistake, taking the coffee and straw from his grasp. If their fingers brush and Barty's face glows pink, nobody has to know.

Barty sticks the straw in the cup, taking a quick sip and practically moaning right in front of the poor man. "Fuck, that's good coffee. You'll be lucky if you don't see me here everyday."

"The coffee's the only reason, huh? It's that good?" the boy asks, raising an eyebrow.

Barty smirks, shrugging as he takes another sip. "Among other things," he says, noticing a faint blush creep up the boy's neck and cheeks. The color reminds him of a rose.

The bell above the door rings faintly, signaling a new customer. Barty spares a quick glance at his phone, the time signaling he only has half an hour before his next class. He reluctantly takes a step back towards the door. "I should probably head out."

"It was nice meeting you Barty," the boy tells him, offering another dazzling smile. Barty has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling back like an idiot.

"You too. I'll see you around, uh..." he hesitates, praying to all that is holy that this infuriatingly attractive boy will finally give him his name.

He rolls his eyes, but Barty can tell it's amiable. "Evan," he fills in. "My name is Evan."

Barty can't help it, a painfully lovestruck grin splits across his face. Evan.

Evan, Evan, Evan.

He likes the way it sounds in his head. Likes it even more when he tells him, "I'll see you around Evan," and walks out the door.

#this WAS NOT meant to be this long #was anyone shocked?#I wasn't #COFFEE SHOP ROSEKILLER #something we need more of #barty's a total loser I love him #evan's just pretty but we knew this #barty “whipped from first sight” crouch jr.#rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty x evan #evan x barty #rat's silly microfics

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babylovepresley · 2 years

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Delusional E.P headcannon:

Elvis loves taking naps with his girl- he loves being able to cuddle and hold her tight, just the warmth of it all makes his heart swell- especially when she wakes up all sleepy and mumbling while making heart eyes at him and he teases her about it

oh nonnie i absolutely adore this! however i am listening to “love in the dark” by adele so this is angsty… :(

“please… just lay with me”

how could you say no to him? when he looks at you with so much love & care, afraid that even glancing at you the wrong way will make you shatter & disappear

so you curl up to him as he lays flat on his tummy; his favorite position to sleep in such childhood

the room is shrouded in blue moonlight; as fresh as the babies breath he used to buy you every tuesday on the way home from work..

when you were young & wide eyed & he was wild & free but still so effortlessly tied down to you

you knew there were other women, sometimes when he laid down next to you at night, slurring his love declaration and mumbling to sleep with exhaustion, you saw lipstains on the collar of his shirt

still, in moments as tender as this, you wondered how he could possibly not love you

how could he not love the way you cling to him?

how could he not love your eyes that never leave his chest to make sure he’s still breathing & not gone back to heaven where he came from

how could he not love you? how couldn’t this satisfy him?

he stirs beside you, one eye opening and peering over the muscle of his bicep and staring at you

“i love ya y/n… ‘m sorry if i don’t say it no more”

there are no words to express the pain in your chest as he utters those words

you simply swallow and nod your head, afraid to speak in fear of the sob slowly climbing into your throat

“baby love… lemme see your eyes, please”

and you look at him; with so much love and anger and resentment, but never hate. never that.

“so beautiful. thought you was sleepin’ for a minute, but i know my girl, i know my y/n”

his voice rings in the darkness, reminding you that you will always be able to find your way back to him.

from the lonely girl in ‘55 to the other woman in ‘71, how strange and foreign he had become

his love language was always touch; a hand on your waist, ankles hooked under tables, arm over your shoulder or resting on your head.

yet it still shocks you when he reaches for you. not because of the darkness, but because of the unfamiliarity of his touch

how had someone who knew every part of you, seated himself deep into the very flesh of your being, feel so strange?

he pulls you to him, laying on his back with your left hand placed on his heart & covered by his large, warm hand

who had they touched before this?

but that thought is not your undoing.

it’s the steady sound of his heartbeat pounding right beneath your right ear

he’s calm, here now, holding you in his arms at 11:07 pm on a random monday, is the calmest he has been in months.

in the morning he’ll belong to the world again. the flashy genius musical angel sent from God himself. the lifelong heartthrob & first love of women & men around the world. the leader. The King.

and yet here in the dark, he is all yours.

you don’t wonder about his indifference; instead you just sleep & hold him with all of the love and courage left in your body.

like you always have.

“goodnight sleepin’ beauty, i’ll see ya in the mornin’”

“goodnight e… i love you”

#DAMN #NONNIE IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE THIS LESS ANGSTY PLS LMK #elvis in my eyes <3 #elvis #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis fanfiction #elvis headcanons #austin butler elvis #austin!elvis #angst #austin!elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #groovybabydoll writes

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starry-hughes · 1 month

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star’s birthday bash

welcome to my birthday bash! my birthday is thursday, april 18, and i want to celebrate with you guys! down below are a bunch of prompts that i have complied together that you can request blurbs for! i will work through them as fast as possible but i am currently moving apartments and have work as well so please be patient. the prompts are all over the place (fluff, angst, nsfw) so just have fun! thank you for participating!

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you can choose any of the prompts below but i also don’t mind if you have your own prompt you would like to use!

event duration: tuesday, april 16, 2024 - sunday, april 21, 2024 (actual birthday april 18)

prompts:

1. “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?”

2. “I thought that if I did all of this and came all this way, it would finally click for you."

3. “God how blind can you be?!”

4. “Do you think we could have worked out?”

5. “So… do you actually like me—“ “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married. What the hell do you think?”

6. “Oh my god, you are such a cuddle bug.”

7. “Are you awake yet?” “No.” “Oh okay, sorry.”

8. “We should probably stop this.” “Yeah…” “We’re not going to though, right?” “Oh absolutely not.”

9. “You’ve been laying on my arm all night and it’s numb.”

10. “Can you please just hug me?”

11. “You’re so pretty when you wake up.”

12. “Hold my hand.” “What?! Why?” “Just do it. Please.”

13. “Here take my jacket.”

14. “You’re going to get shampoo in my eyes.” “Stop being dramatic.”

15. “It’s okay baby, let it out, I’ve got you.”

16. “I don’t know, I just missed you.”

17. “No, come on, don’t cry, I’ll start crying.”

18. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “No?”

19. “Why don’t you just go back to her?” “Who?!”

20. “Why are you so insecure about this?” “Because I don’t want to be used again!”

21. “I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.”

22. “You’re hurting me.”

23. “Try to stay quiet, okay?”

24. “Stop teasing me so much.”

25. “We are in public!”

26. “Don’t be so rough, I can’t have any marks.”

27. “You’re insufferable.”

28. “I’m sorry if I’m slow with all this, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

29. “That’s it, fuck.”

30. “Do that again, shit. Just like that.”

31. “Wait- do that again. Please.”

32. “Someone is needy.”

33. “For the last time, I’m not jealous! I just don’t like how she looks at you or texts you or anything!”

34. “My teammates get annoyed because I talk about you so much.”

35. “You sent me inappropriate pictures when I was in public.”

36. “I’m wearing your shirt… is that okay?”

37. “Don’t throw me in the water!”

38. “Can I borrow your hat please? The sun is in my eyes.”

39. “You promised.”

40. “You didn’t love me, did you?”

41. “I didn’t mean to. I was just mad.”

42. “I don’t deserve you.” “Please don’t say that. Why would you even think that for a second?”

43. “Why didn’t you tell me before I got into a relationship with someone else?”

44. “I think I’m in love.” “Congratulations on finally realizing that.”

45. “You have a date? How much did you pay them?”

46. “I thought roses were romantic!” “They have thorns on them still!”

47. “Did you eat today?”

48. “I can’t even argue with you right now when I’m this…” “What? Turned on?”

49. “You’re a dumbass. But you’re my dumbass.”

50. “Are we dating? What are we? I can’t keep playing games with you—“ “I thought we were already dating?”

51. “You didn’t have to do anything for my birthday.” “… but I wanted to.”

52. “This is the best present ever.”

53. “Is it too late for a birthday kiss?”

54. “Hey, no crying on your birthday, please.”

55. “I thought you forgot.” “I could never forget your birthday!”

56. “I would have slept on the floor but you were using me as a pillow.”

57. “The only person I want here is you!”

58. “I didn’t mean to say you aren’t enough.”

59. “Sorry that was my first kiss.” “I could tell.” “…” “I’m kidding!”

60. “If you keep distracting me I won’t get any work done.” “But all I did was look at you?”

61. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

62. “Did I scare you? Sweetheart…”

63. “Could we just stay here a while, please?”

64. “Why did you never say anything? Why did I have to find out from someone else?”

65. “You left. And I stayed. You never once looked back to see if I was still there.”

66. “Did I… Did I do something wrong?”

67. “Why won’t you love me back?” “You’re drunk. I’m getting you home.”

68. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that? Calling from a hospital.”

69. “Are we going to talk about it?”

70. “You’re too good for the world.”

71. “Can you kiss it better?”

72. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”

73. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

74. “Don’t close your eyes baby, look at me.”

75. “Lay down and let me show you what you deserve.”

76. “That— I didn’t know I could make those noises.”

77. “I don’t think I can last longer— fuck, please.”

78. “Do you still hate me?” “Definitely.”

79. “You’re so cute when you’re blushy.”

80. “Don’t be shy baby.”

81. “You can do better than that sweetheart.”

82. “That’s it. Don’t stop baby.”

83. “You’re doing so well.”

84. “Don’t worry. I’d take you out for dinner before I get you for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”

85. “You can practice on me.”

86. “What? I don’t like [name].” “Yeah, and I don’t breathe oxygen.”

87. “My parents love you.”

88. “Remember how you always say you love me no matter what?” “Is that a dog?”

89. “Can I call you?”

90. “I guess I’m just scared of losing you.”

91. “It’s only you. It’s always going to be just you.”

92. “How do I look?” “Um. Well. Good?”

93. “It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella.” “Have my jacket!”

94. “You thought you had to ask to come over?”

95. “One more kiss, please?”

96. “I thought I lost you forever.”

97. “So… care to tell me who that was?”

98. “Alright, dude, back off.”

99. “I love you.”

100. “I hate you.”

#star’s birthday bash

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blowflyfag · 7 months

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WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : JANUARY 1996

THE WRITER, THE OWNER, THE COWBOY, AND THE HITMAN

Athlete, Actor, Entrepreneur & Columnist, Hart Has It All Goin’ On

By Keith Elliot Greenberg

The beard itched and made Bret Hart uncomfortable in front of his fans. “I don’t know about this,” he said about the stubble on his face as a doctor checked his blood pressure in the dressing room prior to a match with Isaac Yankem D.D.S. at New York Madison Square Garden. “You sure you want to run a picture of me with the beard? I mean, people might get the wrong idea.” Bret’s main concern was that his followers would think he was trying to change his image. In reality, he was simply slated to play a bearded character in the television western Lonesome Dove. “I want to make someone clear,” he stressed. “I’m not going for a new look–I’m the same guy. Plus, my 7-year-old daughter won't kiss me as long as I have this beard. So as soon as I’m finished with Lonesome Dove, it’s coming off. I just want to be me again.”

[Bret the Writer : Bret, the artist and writer, has a weekly column that is published in his hometown paper the Calgary Sun]

That’s a difficult challenge for Hart. As one of the Federation’s most sought-after personalities, he must divide–and then subdivide–his time. THe morning of our Madison Square Garden conversation, he attended a benefit for disabled youngsters. The night before, he wrestled in Boston. His schedule for the next few days was dizzying: A morning autograph session in Washington, D.C., followed by an afternoon match in Providence, Rhode Island, On Saturday–the same day his weekly column was published in his hometown paper, the Calgary Sun, accompanied by a Hart-illustrated cartoon. Then there was Lonesome Dove on Tuesday. On Monday, Thanksgiving in his native Canada, Bret combined business with pleasure. He and his family were going to watch the Calgary Hitmen, the junior hockey team he co owns.

[Bret the Owner : Bret has been playing hockey since he could barely walk. Today he skates with pride as part owner of the Calgary Hitmen.]

Two days after our conversation in New York, Bret and I hooked up again in Calgary at the Hitman’s office. Trying to make the most of his time in his hometown, Bret brought along his sons Dallas, 11, and Blade, 5. I talked to Bret about watching wrestling as a kid with my father and grandfather and noted how a night at the matches drew the family together. The Hit Man thought about my statement and seemed a little sad. While other families were growing close, cheering him on night after night, he was often far away from his own children.

As we chatted, a family walked into the office to purchase tickets for the day’s hockey game. As they evaluated the location of their seats, they spotted the two-time Federation Champion standing in the lobby with his sons. Each member of the family jumped back in disbelief. Bret responded with a smile and handshakes for everyone.

Two other sports celebrities, hockey players Theoren Fleury of the Calgary Flames and Joe Salic of the Colorado Avalanche, are shareholders in the team, but the Hitman takes its name—and much of its inspiration—from the World Wrestling Federation superstar.

“When Bret shows up at a press conference, we get double the media,” said Assistant General Manager Rusty James. “He adds an emotional element to the games. When he went on TV before we played the Red Deer Rebels and promised to run them out of town, it fired up the whole city of Calgary.” Incidentally, the Hitmen won that game 7-1.

The Hitmen are in their inaugural season in the Western Hockey League (WHL). Most of the players on this level are between 16 and 20 years old, and all have put everything else on hold for a chance to be recruited into the National Hockey League (NHL). The pressure is enormous, and the pace is hard; but in last year’s NHL draft, 55 WHL players were chosen.

Like most Canadians, Bret has been playing hockey since he could walk. His father, legendary Calgary promoter and wrestler Stu Hart, owned a resort in Clearwater Beach, Alberta, and when the lake would freeze up, all 12 Hart children—boys and girls—would choose up sides and go at it on the ice. “If someone had told me at the time that one day I’d own a hockey team named after me, it would have seemed quite unbelievable,” the Hit Man says.

Two years ago, Hart was chosen to drop the puck before a game between two Saskatchewan teams, the Regina Pats and the Saskatoon Blades, with the proceeds going to lupus research. “There was something about that experience I can’t explain,” Bret says. “I guess something from my childhood came out. You know, I grew up watching the WHL because we didn’t have an NHL team in Calgary, I wanted to get involved.”

At the Corral—an arena on the Calgary Stampede fairgrounds where he once broke a record for selling wrestling programs (1,000 in one night)—Bret met up with his wife, Julie, daughters Jade, 12, and Alexandra—better known as “Beans”—7, and a niece, Annie, 10. Players were jogging around the circular building, while hockey stickers were being prepared and blades sharpened.

On the way into the Corral, Bret was stopped by a radio reporter from Regina, birthplace of Julie Hart and home of the Hitmen’s opponents, the Pats. Bret answered every question, even though his mind was on other matters. Afterward, he asked the reporter if the interview was up to par and whether they should do it again.

“Don’t worry about it,” the journalist answered, surprised by Bret’s perfectionism. “You were great.”

Now it was time to have some fun. Hart suited up in the locker room and clowned around with such Calgary players as Mike Piersol, the 20-year-old left defenseman from Arlington Heights, Illinois–the only American on the team; Ukrainian right wing Boris Protsenko, 17; and Rod Branch, the 20-year-old goalie from Fort St. John, British Columbia. When he passed the locker of “Sugar Ray'' Schultz, 20, the Edmonton-bred right defenseman who’d later get into a scuffle on the ice, Bret joked, “He could probably teach me how to throw cheap shots.”

Some 3,800 fans turned out for the game–an incredible crowd for the WHL on a holiday afternoon–but the Pats would come out on top. Nonetheless, the Hitmen waged the same type of noble battle Bret was known for during his early days in the ring.

Schultz actually drew a parallel between the team and the man called the “Excellence of Execution”: “We’re not a big, bruising team. We’re a finesse skating team. We care more about skill than acting like meatheads.”

[Bret the Cowboy : Luther Root, alias Bret Hart, seems to be making Curtis Wells another home as he rides high in the saddle on “Lonesome Dove.”]

This is the same ethic Bret brings to his acting career. “All athletes talk about going into movies and television,” he said later as we sat in his trailer in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies, waiting for the director to call him for his scene in Lonesome Dove. “But how many are really good at it? I just didn’t want to do this for the money. I wanted to give my heart to it.”

Last year, Lonesome Dove watchers met Bret’s character Luther Root, a mountain man in the town of Curtis Wells in Montana Territory 115 years ago. This year, Luther returns for several episodes. The discovery of copper has changed the town forever. Workers and desperadoes have flooded into Curtis Wells. The roughshod Luther Root no longer lives in the wilderness. Now he has a job riding shotgun on the stagecoach and regularly interacts with onetime bounty hunter Newt Call (played by Scott Bairstow), former Confederate Colonel Clay Mosby (Eric McCormack) and the passionate Amanda Carpenter (Tracy Scoggins). According to Lonesome Dove’s promotional material, Luther is “as quick with a joke as he is with a gun–a good man to have on your side.”

“I find my character easier to play each time,” Bret said. “Last year, he was a snarly, unfriendly trapper, but now he’s learning to have fun.”

The show has particular significance for Bret, since part of his father’s family lived the life of the characters as pioneers in Dakota Territory. In the cowboy city of Calgary–where the yearly Stampede draws spectators from all over the world to rodeo events–young Bret read western fiction and history fantasized about meeting such legendary figures as Davey Crockett and Jesse James.

While the Hit Man relaxed in the “circus,” a collection of trailers and motorhomes serving as the cast and crew’s headquarters, I took a tour of Curtis Wells with photographer Chris Large and assistant Matt Paler. This is one of the most extensive western towns in Tv history, with about 70 houses and buildings stocked with a million dollars’ worth of antiques from the Old West: 25 cast iron stoves, 100 oil lamps, enough tables and chairs to seat 150 people in the saloon, 20 beds, a functioning blacksmith shop and a newspaper with a working press. None of the buildings are heated. As it gets cold in this part of Canada in the fall, some actors have had to suck on ice cubes before scenes so their breath wasn’t visible on camera.

Bret fit right in. He has an iron-clad memory and rarely forgets a line. Plus, his years with the Federation have made him comfortable in front of the lens. “For someone without acting experience, he’s done a great job,” Palmer said. “He’s not just an athlete getting a role because of his name. He definitely has some natural talent there.”

Bret found out about Lonesome Dove through his friend Mitch Ackerman, a vice president at Disney. When Ackerman discovered the show was being filmed near Calgary, he put him in touch with producer Steven North. “I went for one interview,” Bret remembered. “I thought they’d say, ‘See you later,’ but three days later they called to say, ‘We wrote in a part for you.’”

On the day I visited the set, Luther Rott was engaged in a tense exchange with Sheriff Austin Peale (Paul Johansson). Although Luther is a man of few words, every sentence from Bret’s mouth had its desired effect. It was easy to understand how–after just two appearances on the show last year–Bret’s name was submitted for a Gemini Award–or Canadian Emmy–for Best Actor in a Guest Role in a Dramatic Series.

[Bret the Hitman : Writer, owner, actor, wrestler–Bret may be the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be.]

“It’s great to get this kind of recognition,” he said. “It’s also tough being busy with so many different things at once, but I believe in doing the most you can while you have the opportunity. When this all ends, I want to be remembered as a guy who made as many inroads as possible.”

#sorry about the somewhat messy scans I don't know why but this magazine wouldn't want to be pictured.#bret the hitman heart #bret hart #bred #wwf #wwf magazine scan #wwf magazine #magazine scan #magazine transcript

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srbachchan · 2 years

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DAY 5213

Jalsa, Mumbai May 23, 2022 Mon 11:55 PM

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry .. SOOOO RRRR YYYYYY

missed this one 👇

💚 , May 24 .. birthday .. Ef Yogesh Sharma .. Ef Manish Bhattacharya from Raigarh .. Ef Paresh Sananse from Jalgaon .. .. love to all and the prayers ever for happiness and peace .. 🌿

Birthday Ef - Aish TVM ( corrected birthday, was 21st before )Tuesday, May 24 .. and the wishes of the entire Ef brigade for your happiness .. love ❤️

12 films and 2 promotional films with time spent on the correction of the text and script .. yet, an end by 3 pm .. also a photoshoot in between .. and the director moves up with an expectant sad face to say ..

“ ye to bahut jaldi khatam ho gaya - ये तो बहुत जल्दी ख़तम हो गया , we wanted it to continue further ..”

no lunch break, so a wrapped up roll in the car on the drive back and Project 35 on Bluetooth speakers of the Range ..

the soul lingering from the outpourings of the night before and many of the Ef that seldom come in personally, do express an experienced gratitude .. the soul .. it remains the same in each human .. as red is the red of blood in them ..

.. but the inspired strain that captures all imagination, keeps breathing in your lungs and releases the beholden harmonic waves of its romance within ..

not without , within .. without, it would receive defeat and elimination .. a discard that could provoke the deepest depression, in the most vibrant of surroundings .. celebrations around , but the soul in its damaged cage seeking an exit to the free ..

to be or not to be of Shakespeare ‘s Hamlet soliloquy in its monologue, to himself almost, in its Russian interpretation .. a crowded celebrated palace of revelling courtiers and the Prince Hamlet moving within them in his most reverential, idiosyncratic solitude , whispering aloud within .. that is the question ..

that creativity required belief of substance .. of a mind that seemed troubled himself, to have imagined the pain , even in the most bizarre crowded gaiety ..

some efforts reek of ingenious raindrops that fall unevenly upon you .. uneven, for if they were even, the debate, the dispute of creativity would be a fallen tree, that bore the brunt of the discursive elements venturing surreptitiously in .. when the body wants out ..

away and out .. out of discourse in mundane environs .. the sweetest saccharine d verb adjacent to the adjective in grammatical error ..

be off away ..

it shall take a while for all of them to be downloaded .. and I do sincerely apologise for this .. but a picture speaks mountains .. you need to climb it ..

thats all ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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Sunday, 10 December, 2023.

A cold front roared through the area last night bringing us heavy rain and deadly tornado's just North of Nashville. It was much colder for our workouts today, with a breezy 40 degrees that felt like 32.

Thankfully Armando wasn't too hungover and distraught from the Army/Navy game yesterday to lead us in a fun mobility session.

Warmup:

25 Synchronized Pushups with Larry as our leader. The females voices chatting away over on my left were a sure sign that some were faking this warmup.

Strength

Push Press: 5 / 5 / 5 / 5 / 5 70 to 80% For All

3 Second Pause At The TOP Of The 5th Rep Each Set.

Armando=175 Warren G=155 Ed=135 Larry=135 (all) Nathan=125 Dana=115 Coach/Dyer/Elisa/Tim=95 Warren A=65 Jordan/Taylor/Linda/Kayla=55 Emily/Shannon=45 Emma Kate=32 Big Lew=DB's Robert=didn't post because he wasn't the heaviest. Angel/Alicia=did it

WOD

Every 3 Minutes X 7 Rounds

Rest In Time Left-Over

( 155 / 135 / 85 )

1 Barbell............. 1 Weight

12 Deadlifts

9 Hang Power Cleans

6 Push Press

SCORE: Slowest Round

I'm not posting this. Many of you didn't keep track. Many others just guessed. Robert was a DNF so he didn't post anything. It's on What's APP of you care to look.

Cool-Down

Run / Jog / Walk The Arboretum 1.1 Mile Loop

On Each Of The 5 Grey Plastic Benches, Do

15 Supported Inclined Pushups

15 Supported Inclined Air Squats

Easy-Peezy

Note:

The girls always participate in the extra credit Arboretum antics that I put on the board. The guys seldom do, although 3 of us guys did after the 0730 session. I can't explain it, although I have heard that girls get hormonally synchronized for certain activities (Alicia told me), but I'll leave that right there.

Robert's Daughter Taylor came and brought 2 Samford friends with her. The Butler's were having some huge Hoo-rah at 6224 yesterday, and that's why we got to enjoy the presence of the girls. Taylor/Jordan/Emma Kate all were great sports in spite of the weather and Coach calling Jordan "Shorty" and Emma Kate "Bean Pole". They all got nice LHCF jersey's.

Today was Shannon's Birthday. Typically the girls always stage a birthday celebration but they didn't for Shannon. I suspect there is a large degree of envy and jealousy because Shannon looks so hot (new RED yoga-pants today!!) for her age (Armando said "38"), and she is married to the handsomest and strongest drug-free Mexican currently attending LHCF. So there !!

Only 11 more days until the Winter Solstice; after-which our daylight hours slowly get longer. My Daffodils are aware and are already poking their brave little Spring sprouts above ground. Unfortunately for outdoor CrossFitters, warm weather lags significantly behind the return of daylight hours, so we have 3 more months until Spring-Time officially arrives. If you are curious as to the astronomical reasons for the "Warm weather lag", ask Timmy. He will be authoritarian giving you his latest conspiratorial theory including exactly when the oceans will begin to boil.

Anybody who can drag Cherrita back to LHCF will get a renewal of their Lifetime LHCF Membership. Perhaps if I don't declare my undying love every time she comes she won't be scared off again.

Tuesday at 4 PM

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Cosmic Events: August 2022

Executive Summary: August sucks. Remember last year’s Saturn-Uranus square? It’s coming back for a few months. And, it will get “poked” by Mars going through Taurus. Not to mention the Sun going through Leo - the Full Moon on the 12th is especially fraught. Let’s help each other through this, and for a deeper dive into the mess….

Lunar Phases

Monday, August 1, 17:32 UT - Crescent Moon, 24°27’ Virgo

Friday, August 5, 11:07 UT - First Quarter Moon, 13°02’ Scorpio

Monday, August 8, 20:44 UT - Gibbous Moon, 1°17’ Capricorn

Friday, August 12, 01:36 UT - Full Moon, 19°21’ Aquarius

The Moon is conjunct Saturn Rx/Aquarius; they oppose the Leo Sun. All of that is square Mars, Uranus, and the North Node in Taurus; and the Scorpio South Node. Something we’ve known about but haven’t addressed, demands attention. My feeling as I write this, is that it’s something to do about or with the environment. We know what steps we have to take, but will we? We’ll revisit these issues on November 8, during a Full Moon/Eclipse in which the Moon is conjunct Uranus instead of Saturn.

Monday, August 15, 09:51 UT - Disseminating Moon, 7°34’ Aries

Friday, August 19, 04:36 UT - Last Quarter Moon, 26°12’ Taurus

Tuesday, August 23, 07:14 UT - Balsamic Moon, 15°09’ Cancer

Saturday, August 27, 08:17 UT - New Moon, 4°04’ Virgo

This one is twitchy and jittery - it’s exactly square Mars/Gemini at 4°01’. A lack of rest, of relaxation - which I suppose is an apt result of such a horrendous Full Moon. We’ll have to ensure that we aren’t blowing things out of proportion. I have this sense of picking up the pieces in order to be able to move on.

Wednesday, August 31, 03:57 UT - Crescent Moon, 22°45’ Libra

Void of Course Moon

Monday, August 1, 22:29 UT (Virgo) - Tuesday, August 2, 04:06 UT (Libra)

Thursday, August 4, 06:20 UT (Libra) - 11:47 UT (Scorpio)

Saturday, August 6, 11:24 UT (Scorpio) - 16:39 UT (Sagittarius)

Monday, August 8, 10:30 UT (Sagittarius) - 18:39 UT (Capricorn)

Wednesday, August 10, 16:39 UT (Capricorn) - 18:45 UT (Aquarius)

Friday, August 12, 11:07 UT (Aquarius) - 18:44 UT (Pisces)

Sunday, August 14, 15:11 UT (Pisces) - 20:43 UT (Aries)

Tuesday, August 16, 20:18 UT (Aries) - Wednesday, August 17, 02:22 UT (Taurus)

Friday, August 19, 11:06 UT (Taurus) - 12:06 UT (Gemini)

Sunday, August 21, 22:06 UT (Gemini) - Monday, August 22, 00:29 UT (Cancer)

Wednesday, August 24, 09:40 UT (Cancer) - 13:09 UT (Leo)

Friday, August 26, 06:55 UT (Leo) - Saturday, August 27, 00:25 UT (Virgo)

Heads up - this one is 17.5 hours long, and we haven’t had such a lengthy void Moon in some time.

Monday, August 28, 03:08 UT (Virgo) - 09:45 UT (Libra)

Wednesday, August 31, 10:43 UT (Libra) - 17:11 UT (Scorpio)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Transiting Mercury enters its pre-retrograde shadow on Saturday, August 20, at 24°12’ Virgo.

Juno/Pisces is retrograde all month.

Vesta/Pisces-Aquarius is retrograde all month.

Jupiter/Aries is retrograde all month.

Saturn/Aquarius is retrograde all month.

Chiron/Aries is retrograde all month.

Uranus/Taurus stations retrograde on Wednesday, August 24, at 18°55’ Taurus.

Neptune/Pisces is retrograde all month.

Pluto/Capricorn is retrograde all month.

Eris/Aries is retrograde all month.

And as another heads up - transiting Mars enters its pre-retrograde shadow on Saturday, September 3.

Ingresses

Friday, August 4 - transiting Mercury enters Virgo

Thursday, August 11 - transiting Venus enters Leo

Saturday, August 20 - transiting Mars enters Gemini

Sunday, August 21 - transiting Vesta retrogrades back into Aquarius

Tuesday, August 23 - transiting Sun enters Virgo

Thursday, August 25 - transiting Mercury enters Libra

Opportunity Periods

Saturday, August 6, 03:46 UT - 11:24 UT. “Intense Friday night (in the US!) good for anything, from practical matters to deep romance.”

Sunday, August 21, 14:29 UT - 22:06 UT. “Excellent for cleaning up and getting organized at the same time that you have some fun.”

Wednesday, August 24, 06:17 UT - 13:09 UT. “Take advantage of this OP for clear thinking to sort things out during this Balsamic Moon.”

(That’s it?!?)

Et Cetera

The Leo Cross-Quarter day is on Sunday, August 7, at 12:29 UT. Here in the US, corn on cob is a good feast to mark the day. Yummy.

The icky Mars stuff happens as follows:

Monday, August 1 - Mars, Uranus, and the North Node all conjunct at 18°+ Taurus.

Sunday, August 7 - Mars/Taurus square Saturn Rx/Aquarius at 22°24’.

We all know to be extremely careful that week, right? I don’t have to go all Mom on everyone and lecture about not pushing your luck, or piling up the chips on the shoulder, or procrastinating?

#Astrology #Cosmic Events August 2022 #Ms M astrologer

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apollosbrownies · 2 years

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Our Podcast will be at CreatorCon '22!

Ahhh, this is huge! Jace, the team, and I will be hosting a booth at CreatorCon this year where we'll be hanging out with you, chatting about the latest on our fave ttrpgs, and directly engaging with the local listeners that've really outdone themselves in helping us get here! Our Studio Manager Rinn will be manning the helm for our workshops on sound recording, mixing, and editing, and we'll be running a limited release of first-ever merch just for the con!

I cannot physically express how excited we are to be doing our first con as a group and with all of you! And we're literally buzzing with anticipation for Day 2's Night Owl session, which will feature Jace, myself, Carrie Westwood (from the Run Amok podcast), and the entire crew from Eagle Meets Pine Studios in a completely improv one-shot Monster of the Week live sesh!

This is literally the coolest!

Just a reminder that CreatorCon '22 is being held at the expo center in Hydroelectric all week from Monday through Sunday, 9 AM to 8 PM general admission, and special sessions and live events from 7:30 PM to 11:30 PM for After Hours ticket holders and creators w/ booked spaces and events. Our team will be running a booth from Tuesday to Thursday, but we'll be around the whole week!

General admission is $25/person. Children under 6 are free and senior discounts are offered for all customers 55+ attending both the general expo and After Hours sessions.

If you like to support us and any of the other local artists, creators, and businesses, this is one of the largest annual shows in the county, so definitely get out and give it a shot - 5% of all proceeds made at the expo will be donated to supporting the Maker Space Initiative for local creators and businesses, with an additional 2% being dedicated to the Young Ducklings Creator Collective, helping Duck County's youth to experience and engage in the arts!

Aaargh, I'm so excited for this, I can't even!

Alrighty, love y'all, ciao, see you there! :3

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richdadpoor · 9 months

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Kareena Kapoor Hosts Goss Party With Karan Johar, Malaika Arora's Sexy Dress Steals The Show

Curated By: Dishya Sharma Last Updated: August 23, 2023, 11:55 IST Kareena Kapoor hosted a dinner party on Tuesday night. Kareena Kapoor hosted Karan Johar, Malaika Arora and Amrita Arora for dinner at her home on Tuesday night and they seemed to have had a ball. Kareena Kapoor hosted a fun house party on Tuesday night and her closest of friends were invited. The actress took to her Instagram…

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#Amrita Arora #Karan Johar #kareena kapoor #Kareena Kapoor Karan Johar #Kareena Kapoor party #Malaika Arora #Malaika Arora sexy photos

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Tuesday 23.. February 1836

6 50

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no kiss my cousin came very gently just after I got up damp small rainy morning F36 ½° at 7 55 - siding my study table till 8 50 when went down to breakfast in 35 minutes - out with Mr. Washington at 9 40 to level for the new line of meer-drift - with him and Holt levelling so as to shew Mawson where to begin cutting out the meer, and sitting out and levelling the new line of meer-drift till left them about 11 ¼ (after which they levelled for the line of drift from the engine pit to the old mytholm goit to take off the upper bed water) - with Mark Hepworth levelling soil brought from Northgate - soiling over the transverse hill up to near the present entrance doors - then with Robert Mann + 3 till dinner time - they had taken up 6 or 7 thorns and a goodish ash-tree - came in with Washington about 12 ¼ some while with A- then ¾ hour in my study looking into German Grammar – A- off to Cliff hill about 2 and back before or about 4 - from 2 to 4 ¾ with Robert Mann + 3 planting the thorns and ash tree in the corner of Park farm field just above the cascade bridge - and planted one the largest and best and a handsome thorn in the glen above the bridge and in the Wheat field - Frank carted the thorns and one of Mark Hepworth’s cart brought us a load of soil - rained more or less all the morning and all the afternoon from about 3 pm pretty smartly that the men were wet and went away at 4 ¼ - I was wettish but sauntered about seeing the effect of the thorns etc - found A- had her Bouldshaw tenant and the coal-man with him wanting to buy the Bouldshaw coal - she said she had had a much better bid than theirs - would not say what - they to call again in a fortnight to say if they would give more - A- had Mr. Parker between 5 and 6 about Haigh’s lease –

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I had dressed - taken off all my wet things and had Mr. Husband about the meer - had literally forgot to let him know about the levelling - he wants 10 carts at Northgate on Thursday - he is to come to me about 10 am that day to see about how the meer is set-out - said Mr. Harper talked of coming in a month - I said he must send the section of the meer - I could not put off beginning the meer for a month - dinner at 7 - coffee - A- did her French - my father went to bed at 7 ½ that A- and I did not see him - in fact, we had not intended going into his parlour tonight - our rencontre last night too disagreeable - Marian came in to say she thought my father not well - tried gently to excuse myself from going in to see my father in an evening Miss Inman’s being there making it too disagreeable to all parties - Marian was all wrong about it - not hurt but ‘annoyed’ - said it was ‘an insult’ to her (Marian) - I excused myself as well and calmly as I could - thought I (and afterwards said so to A-) it will be best to get out of the way - a few minutes with A- and my aunt - then went up to see my father for 10 minutes in his bed - said he was not poorly but could not get warm all the day so came to bed Marian was there the 1st part of the time and seemed calmer - A- and I sat talking till near 9 - I said if we went abroad I thought of Germany - wrote all but the 1st 2 ½ lines of today till 9 20 - then writing out the German auxiliary verb Werden till 10 10 at which hour F36 ½° and fair - rainy day - very rainy afternoon

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Saturday 18 July 1840

[up at] 4

[to bed at] 10?

fine morning too [written on] Tuesday 21 July much bit to sleep comfortably – otherwise pretty well of – Off from Outséré with an escort of 4 men picturesque little village on right bank of Rion at 4 3/4 – impossible to get any information thro’ George and Adam – Dubois ii. 406, says Tchiora is 12 versts from Outséré – our prince mourave of Outséré came to see us off and says it is 3 hours (from Oni I suppose he means) to Rêbi pronounced like Raby (castle) not Ghébi as called by Dubois – at the little old church (left) as 5 10/.. and in 3 or 4 minutes more walked (scrambled) up the hill to the gaz – much stronger than that near us at Oni – nice chalybeate rather acidulated spring 6 or 7 yards below 1/2 a dozen women at the gaz inhaling it thro’ a reed, (no! a hollow stem of some plant) 10 or 11 inches long – they cover the little hole in the ground at which the gaz issues with leaves, and stick the pipe in among the leaves and may thus imbibe enough to make them sneeze, or feel a sort of intoxication – It was something of this sort that was so famous at Delphi? the gaz issues on steep grassy, corny hill side, perhaps 50 feet above the level of river foaming down below – off from gaz at 5 20/..

1st bridge over the Rion at 5 35/.. to left bank of river – beech and spruce and birch?

2nd ditto 100 yards off alder grove along the river –

3rd ditto not much farther at 5 42/.. – the old castle on little knoll of rock in the bottom – irregular roundish with 2 square towers – not large –

4th ditto at 5 46/.. and here the pine-wooded dark defile reminds me of our return from Panticosa (Penticouse to Cauteretz) – schistose rock – bare rugged mountains close us up in front, in the distance – a bit of green barley close to the river – some very fine beech and spruce in the bottom –

5th ditto at 6 1/.. all rocking under us and picturesque group of 4 men and a boy lying or sitting round a fire and a lock of goats browzing by at 6 10/.. rocks high – bare spots, and pointy and piny – very fine – common laurel underwood – snowy mountain full in front – Tola our guide of last night calls it – he came with us from Oni I know not why and seems inclined to go the whole way with us – small remains of 2 broken bridges at 6 25/.. perhaps about 100 yards from each other and between them a wooden corniche about 5 feet wide against the rock over Rion, hanging over the foaming water about a couple of feet above it – fir poles laid side by side – with a little low slight single

6th ditto rail parapet – at 6 40/.. blue writing-slate rock left and another bridge and 50 yards farther remains of broken bridge – at 7 5/.. change our escort for 4 other men (ready waiting) in 3 minutes and give them 2 abasses – satisfied –

7th ditto at 6 29/..

8th ditto at 7 10/.. and thro’ thick wood of spruce and beech and elm and alder –

9th bridge at 7 20/.. (had just eaten a hard boiled egg) – and turn left – back – close along the river for a little way thro’ wood, and another egg – foolish to have left Outséré without taking something especially as a woman had brought milk – but Ann would not have any and therefore I foolishly followed her example – she had just taken a glass of the acidulated water – a spring of it at Outséré – or somewhere near – the water brisk and very pleasant – tasted it last night – they brough us a little keg of it on arriving –

10th ditto at 7 29/.. the first without any parapet, just below confluence of Glogatskali (Gloga river) and we now turn left again – at 7 55/.. sun, and nice little air, and pleasant I sleepy thro’ this pine wood – enlargement of valley – at 8 5/.. stop under great spruce to breakfast and bait the horses, the river roaring below 30 or 40 yards off – breakfast over at 8 50/.. – Ann had had 2 yolks of egg beaten up with water and a little of our Koutaïs bread – I with my 2 hard ebbs before had cheese and Baragone thin bread and water and a little cold tea – going almost due north – very little east of North Reaumur at foot of one great spruce (in shade) 15 1/2° at 8 55/.. and Reaumur 29° at 9 1/4 lying under the tree on the other side with glimmer of sun – 9 10/.. had had large thick motion and little bit afterwards little motion yesterday bowels very good now this was just at the river over rapid – fall of 6 or 8 feet – one continued rapid here – almost all spruce pine here – how beautiful its dark points on dark-hoary schist – one spruce fir tree circumference 2 feet from ground = 196 inches 5 breadths – 6 inches for 1 breadth of my pelisse = 40 inches) = 16 feet 4 inches and many trees as large as this – some larger – By spruce, do not exactly mean what we call spruce at home – but of that kind of leaf – sapin not pin – the pine trees here are more like what we call the silver fir than spruce but spruce is a short generic term –

Off again at 9 40/.. 5 hours from Rêbi – Rock right (on left bank Rion) white – calcareous – how fine this defile! we hear the roaring Rion but see it only now and then peep thro’ the thick wood – much hazel – very little beech now – spruce very large – big-stony, wild, mountain road – in 1/4 hour (at 9 55/..) Rion broad, streamy, shallow, and comparatively flowing quietly tho’ we hear the roaring as ever – village of Tchiora on plateau at foot of mountain-hill – at foot of green wooded mountain – on the other side (left bank) Rion – 2 or 3 versts off? – only see 2 towers – high and tapering -now ride thro’ cornfields – low, thin barley – big pear trees scattered singly and parkishly over the fields – beech, alder, poplar, and willow in the bottom (the poplar aspen, and black abeal? /abele/ the white abeal poplar not common in the Ratchas) and now birch on the mountains (close left) and in the bottom soon after – the mountain mixture of spruce beech and birch very picturesque and beautiful – little enlargement of valley opposite and before Tchiora – good looking village en face at 10 1/2 – all stone houses white washed – 2 towers – Rion fordable – now at 10 1/2 valley bottom 1 verst wide? and broad boulder bed of Rion takes it all – little mill in our road and terrible getting past it – cross the river and some time in its broad bed – our escort scrambling along the hill-side till at 10 42/.. get into good grass-land shrubbed with hazel and little green cornfields (right bank) as before – Tchiora charmingly situated – parky, green, pretty recess behind it up into high mountain – the terrible tangle of hazel alder etc. etc. a wild cherry tree hanging over me furnished a few red cherries about the size of the head of an old fashioned hair-pin – about the size of the largest shot – at 11 1/4 Rêbi at a little distance en face, at foot of high sillonné wooded (not pine) mountain – very picturesque – 2 villages white and with towers, one on one side the river the other on the other very picturesque – 8 or 9 long white towers and whitewashed stone houses other side (left bank) river, and tower in the wood and 2 or 3 whitewashed stone houses on this side – Dubois has given the towers of Rêbi to Tchiora – now at 11 27/.. very hot sun – Rêbi backed by snow mountains – broad boulder bed of Rion right and but little water in comparison – road along the river-bed receiving 2 or 3 torrents from the left –

at 11 42/.. alight to walk over 5 feet wide unparapeted rocking bridge over Rion to Rêbi – at the village – and top in the grande place under shade of walnut tree at 11 50/.. – all the people men women and children gathered round us – very difficult to get any information amid all the noisy talk – but they say, it is one day from here to the foot of the mountain, then one day on foot (much snow) to Vladicavkas – must have a good escort – Gloga 5 hours from here – source of Rion 6 hours off – Ann poorly and out of sorts – could not bear the noise of the crowd assembled around us – rode off to another neighbouring walnut tree (neither tree large) wanted milk – got some from the Kelossan – I followed the man – went into his house in the higher part of the village – steep ascent to it on high rocky bank above the river roaring at a little distance below – Adam had come with me – sent him for Ann – she took a little more milk but not in sorts to relish anything – I had 2 bottles of milk and gave the Cossack 1 with Ann’s 2 bottles = 5 = perhaps about 2 pints or rather more – for which and 1/2 a cake for myself and Adam and the Cossack had the other 1/2, gave the woman ./25 silver = 10d English with which she seemed très contente – take fresh escort here – but only two men – what to be done? Ann supposed I was determined to go to the source (of the Rion) – no! I would do whatever she liked – but something must be decided – I would give up the source – go to Gloga to sleep, or return to Outséré – I would do whatever she liked – make the best of our way back to Koutaïs and home if she wished it, or thought it best – she would go as far as she could towards the source and if she could [not] go forwards would turn back – I took the precaution to see for a place where we could sleep, if we returned – the Kelossan shewed us an empty sâcle much such as last night, but not quite so comfortable a divan or broad bench for sleeping – obliged –

off at 1 5/.. for the source – river bed takes up all valley – pleasant ride up the valley and good road till bad in the river (to avoid steep up hill into the wood – Adam’s doing for the nearest) and cross the rapid stream 20 yards wide at least – I got rather giddy – and then recross all the streams – at 2 10/.. semicircular enlargement of valley (right) corn fields and meadows and several little log huts, or barns or cattle places and stream and gorge up to the snow mountain (right) the Choda of Dubois? nobody knows the names of particular mountains – all the answer is, Cavkas – but mountains and rivers are called after the villages; and these people who as it seems seldom know much beyond their own village can rarely give one the name of any mountain – the names of Choda and Zoropa (vide Dubois ii [gap]) seem unknown – at 2 25/.. alight at one of the log huts – a new unused low cow house with low loft over it and our little place (room) at the end, entered by separate door – a good meadow (plot of good grass) here, amid the corn; and the horses had need of something to eat – Ann terribly out of sorts – at last (I had crept thro’ the little hole out of the little room and opened the cowhouse door) persuaded her to lie down in the cowhouse – nice clean board floor hardly finished the chips lying in one corner – she slept 1 1/2 hour till 4 10/.. – very hot sun – and then had an egg (beaten up with cold tea or water) and was much better for it – we might sleep here very well – think of it – the air coming in between the logs, is nothing –

Off again at 4 35/.. – at 4 3/4 cross narrow frail wood bridge over rapid Rion and the valley narrowed again with stream and gorge from right – hills rounded sillonnés – beautifully wooded – very fine – almost all in wood the last 1/2 hour now 5 1/4 and get water – just passed beautiful blue iris and symphitum asperrimum everywhere wild here in the woods – at 5 35/.. beautiful combe of rich pasture shut in by wooded (not pine) hills and some fine bare mountain (left) at top – steep bad descent to level (almost of river and then another little corny combe and high mountain (right) at 5 3/4 – at 6 5/.. Passmta capped in cloud full before us seen thro’ cleft

Pāssĭmtā as seen at 6 5/.. p.m. –

between two hills – on my asking if it was Pāssĕmtā, yes said on[e] of 2 escort men Pāssīmtā several piles of peeled poles and road thro’ the wood evidently much used – surely we must get to the guard or somewhere by 9 p.m. tho’ Adam a little while ago said we could not reach Carraous tonight – and there was no house or hut by the way – he thought it right to warn me of this – there is a guard of 40 men, George said, at the source – Dubois says the source is a few versts from Rêbi – surely we must arrive there by and by – merely answered nous verrons, and rode on – river deep below but rapid and narrowish – at 6 1/4 alight – steep bad ascent – cross affluent broad bedded but now on or 2 streams one can skip over from stone to stone mountain torrent – at the Rion at 6 27/.. – abundance of yellow turncap lilies – and wild sunflowers? in the woods – at 6 35/.. very bad bit – one of our 2 escort men rode my horse thro’ the rapidy river and I scrambled honeypot down by the side – would not let the men talk but said nothing against their singing (picturesquely well) for the last 1/2 hour –

Carraoule (Cār-răh-ōōle) in sight at 7 50/.. on knoll of hill on other side river looking like little white buildings – I wondered that we went on so far without crossing the river but concluded we were obliged to make a detour – met 17 or 20 men by our wayside – all native mountaineers armed and clad armed like our escort with gun and some of them a sword and kindjal and Tchok – a few words of conversation – some went on before and we and the rest followed till halted at 8 1/4 – a few long small poles set up meeting in a point and a few small leafy branches thrown over them to the north and a fire in front and this our bivouac for the night – why had we not crossed the river to Carraoule? no bridge or merely a tree over the river – we could not cross – why did not Adam tell me this before? – angry at him – I had thought of an officer commandant and 40 Russians (for George had said 40 soldats – no danger) and supposed there must be some women and that we could get milk and be tolerably comfortable – and that my horses loose shoe could be fastened on – I kept my thoughts to myself set the Cossack to bring 3 pieces of wood, and arranged Ann’s bed very fairly – she said she was comfortable – no wood conveniently for me so spread my burca and saddle cloth on the ground put on my light cloak, and wrapped myself in my mackintosh for the night – shall be not so much bit – tho’ the biters fleas, etc.? are carried about with us in our clothes – Ann had an egg and I my Rêbi cake and my last 1/2 of little cheese and supped very well – very fine day – unluckily never thought (in my disappointment and anxiety at such a bivouac for Ann) to look at thermometer or compass – I think it was about 10 when I lay down – Ann asleep at the time –

Anne’s marginal notes:

off from Outséré.

old church and source gazeuse delayed us 1/4 hour

acidulated spring at Outséré

spruce fir.

2 days from Rêbi to Vladicavcas –

WYAS pages: SH:7/ML/E/24/0156 SH:7/ML/E/24/0157 SH:7/ML/E/24/0158

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