#Wooden Benches Uk

[classicmemorialbenches]

Techniques we use to depicting images on memorial bench designs

At Classic we have a number of techniques we use to depict images on our memorial bench designs and one of our favourite things to do is the colour resin inlay. There are several techniques that can be used. Here are,

✅Preparing the artwork

✅Carving the shapes into the wood

✅Pouring all of the colours

✅Skimming off the excess glue

✅clamped

[aisphotostuff]

Nature's Seat @ Bough Beech Reserve Kent by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Bough Beech Visitor Centre..Bird and nature lovers will be in for a treat on this walk as it winds its way down to the Bough Beech nature reserve. Discover undisturbed habitats as they combine effortlessly with the natural environment of the landscape that is untouched by invasive farming methods. Ancient hedgerows provide natural habitats for several species of small birds, the intertwined branches forming perfect nesting sites, whilst the centuries old wild animal tracks carve intricate pathways in the hedgerow network

[sovksluv]

Here me out, luke being like greedily obsessed with the reader who's like all cute and more soft aesthetic, he just can't help himself but to corrupt her sweetness and fuck her stupid :(

dove

𖤐 . pairing - Luke Castellan x bimbo!fem!reader

𖤐 . summary - Luke finally got to show his pretty dove just how much he loves her

𖤐 . content includes - smut MDNI!

𖤐 . word count - 993

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7

𖤐 . a/n- first time writing tumblr smut pls be nice 😓 (and be honest !! tell me if it’s bad or not)

from the moment he saw you, Luke knew he had to have you. with your short, pretty little skirts, plump, glossed lips, and pretty bows in your hair. 

you were just so perfect and soso innocent that he absolutely needed to have every part of you. he would watch you from afar, inching to touch you – to feel you.

you’d be laughing, sitting at the wooden table with your siblings, pure and unaware, lashes batting and plush thighs sitting so pretty on the bench. 

you poor, sweet thing. Luke wondered if you even noticed all the prying eyes on you – his prying eyes.

he wished he could be as close to you as they were, smelling your fruity perfume, feeling your perfect body pressed right up to his. 

he wanted to ruin you. he wanted to have your mascara running down your sweaty face, your eyes puffy from crying, the pounding of his fat cock just being too much for you.

a pathetic little cry left your lips, your arm desperately searching behind your back for anything to grab onto. 

Luke chuckled from behind you, grabbing your frenzied arm and reaching for your other one as well. 

he held both your arms behind your back, pulling your body up slightly, using the new advantage to shove his leaky cock deeper into your sopping cunt.

his dream had come true. you were bent over on his bed, eyes and pussy soaked, hands held tightly behind your back as he mercilessly pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. 

your whine drew his attention back to you, a chuckle leaving his raw and bitten lips. “mhm, dove – fuck. y’feel me?” he groans, eyes rolling back from the feeling of your sloppy pussy. 

you yelped after a particularly hard thrust to a certain spot, walls tightening around his stuttering cock. “Lu-uke-” you stuttered, drooling and breathless.

“such a pretty little pussy, dove- mine.” he groaned, your tight cunt making his unrelentless motions falter. “all for me right? s’all f’me?” 

you whimpered and cried, frantically nodding your head at his words. “y-yours, Luke.”

“mhm, mine.” he muttered, grinning and speeding up his movements, pride surging through his body at the visibly loud change in your sounds at his actions.

you felt one of his hands leave your arms, it disappeared from your body before it made harsh contact with the soft plush of your ass. it stung and left your skin red, a loud scream leaving your chapped lips when he did it again.

“a little freak aren’t you, dove? n’ i thought you were all innocent.”

Luke’s hand moved away again, and you were excited, craving to feel the sting of the slap once again.

but his hand didn’t come back down on your skin – instead, it grabbed at your hair, pulling your head up and your back flush against his searing chest.

you cried and moaned at the sudden angle change, suddenly feeling much more full.

your right arm moved up behind Luke, threading through his matted curls, pretty pink manicured nails sharp and scratching and pulling at his hair.

his breath got caught in his throat, his own hand trailing down your plush body, between your thighs, fingers finding your puffy, disregarded clit.

you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, almost silent noises falling from your lips at each deep thrust of his hips. 

Luke turned his head towards you, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck and sucking large, noticeable bruises onto your skin. 

your body was on fire – being stimulated from so many different feelings. his fat cock, the sloppy circles he left on your clit, his wet and cool lips on your warm skin. 

“mhm – my pretty dove,” he whispered in your ear, voice shaking with the ferocity of his own thrusts, sending goosebumps down your body. “y’were made for me.”

he moaned in your ear, practically whimpering. your pussy gripping him like a vice – a feeling he’d dreamt of for months.

“Luke i- c-an’t.” you whimpered, voice high and whiney and fucking pathetic.

“yes you can, dove, f’me, right?” his eyes fluttered closed, hands and hips working simultaneously to please you and your pretty body.

his cock pistoned into you, on the verge of bullying your cervix. “fo-or y-ou, Lukey.”

he relished in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt, hips stuttering. he was close, desperate to feel you finish before him.

“all mine, dove. mine mine mine.” 

you tried to wonder if he was saying it for you or for him, but you were too braindead to come up with a conclusion.

together, the pounding of his hips and the circling of his fingers practically threw you over the edge. 

you screamed, eyes screwing shut and mouth falling open, white hot pleasure flushing throughout your veins. 

“fuck, fuck fuuuuck-” he groaned, hips pistoning as he filled you up, warm heat flooded your pussy, his pace never faultering as he made sure you got every drip of pleasure you deserved.

Luke turned your head towards his, capturing your lips with his own, thrusts and fingers slowing. 

you whimpered into his kiss, mind hazy and pussy fluttering. you felt his lips turn upwards, the kiss deepening. 

his hips finally slowed to a stop as he let your spent body lay back down on his bed. he carefully pulled out of you, falling beside you, searching for his breath. 

you whimpered beside him, heaving and eyes fluttering closed. you were half on your side, back facing him.

Luke’s arm slithered towards you, wrapping around your waist and pulling your used body against his. 

he held you close, face shoved in your neck, mouth close to your ear as he whispered, “pretty, dove. all mine.” he kissed behind your ear, nipping at the skin there. you whimpered.

“you were mine from the start, weren’t you, dove?” his hand slowly trailed around your body, up your thigh and up your chest.

“mine, mine, mine.”

© sovksluv 2024, please do not repost or translate my work!

[enbycrip]

Folks, if you are talking about or sharing anything about “native plants”, please mention *your* location and *where* the plants are native to, not only country-wise but environment-wise.

So many people are learning about rewilding, gathering, foraging and gardening for food in harmony with the environment entirely online. Making your information clear for those people takes you little effort and limits confusion and misinformation getting out there.

The internet isn’t only “not just America”; many nations contain different environments with materially different conditions.

I live in Scotland. Most of the gardening and foraging information I get in the UK is calibrated for the south of England, which is a really different environment from mine - spring can come up to a month later and the south is semi-arid, which Scotland is *not*.

These days I actually look at a lot of Danish and Swedish gardening advice because their environment is a lot closer to mine. And that’s within one small nation. The world is wide and full of incredible diversity.

I am seeing UK-based pages sharing information about “native lawns” which contain plants from arid areas of the US because there’s no specificity in the original post. A small amount of information in the post, even a few lines, about locations, environments, context and goals would prevent this sort of confusion and incorrect information from spreading.

A lot of people are really enthusiastic and ready to be engaged in gardening for food, rewilding, gardening in harmony with the environment, soil preservation etc, but confusion and feeling they can’t trust information sources can really kill that. Make it easy for people new to the movement where you can, please.

ID: some photos of my native rewilded lawn from Scotland, UK, containing buttercups with butterfly eggs on them, yellow rattle, a willow tree, wild orchids, and many different grasses, and my small garden pond upcycled from a Belfast Sink surrounded by wild grasses, ladies’ mantle and wild geraniums and with woundwort and pondweed growing in it. There is a short path mowed in the lawn to allow safe passage of mobility devices and a wooden bench sitting in the long grass. A somewhat overgrown gravel drive and a front door with three steps up to it can be seen. The photos were taken in early June 2023.

[wonderland-productions-blog]

Drinking Games: An Orc Erotica Pt. 3

NSFW Warning; Sexual Themes & Content

Word Count: ~ 6,000 (~10-15 min read)

Fem Human X Male Orc

Size Difference | Slight Praise Kink & Dom/Sub | Shower Stuff

AO3 Link Here:

Alone, again. Bur-uke was back to work after gracing me with this quick time together during his break. It’d been hours and I’d done enough to entertain myself. All the chores my room required and all the hobbies and projects that fit in my luggage had distracted me as long they could. Still I could hardly get my mind off of him. Every spare second was filled wishing he was filling me. I sigh, hoping a drink for the early evening could clear my mind. 

I sip away at my drink, in the lively tavern reading a book I’d brought from my room. A booth tucked toward the end of the room have a couple uproars, though nothing that elicited more than a glance across my shoulder every now and then. A few tables and booths had filled since I sat down, with passerby coming and going filling the bar stools at any given moment. 

I hear the booth mention a girl, with one gesturing toward the front of the room. I look around, finding there to be no other women about, even the servers must have been busy elsewhere. I shrug it off, until I hear it again followed by snickering. 

I get up and they fall silent, only solidifying that it was me they’d been discussing. “Can I help you boys?” I sneer, looming over their booth. I slam a hand onto the tabletop, their beer bottles and tankards clinking as everything shifts.

“Figures he’d like ‘em feisty,” A drunken man mutters with a giggle, sinking into the booth. 

“Excuse me?” I raise my voice.

“Ah, ignore him. Absolutely sloshed. We just noticed you chattin’ with one of our lads is all,”  One man says waving a hand, trying to diffuse the situation. 

“Good to see him back in the saddle after so long,” Another chimes in.

“Settle a bet and tell us if he paid you, would ya?” the drunken man snickers.

“Like he needs to pay me,” I smirk. 

One of the fellows elbows another, each of them chuckling amongst themselves. My face reddens, realizing what I’d said. 

“He’ll be ready for you soon, showerin’ now,” the man sunken in the booth mutters, gradually becoming more incoherent.

So he’s in the shower, huh?

“Sorry about him,” one of the more sober men apologizes. “Hope to see ya around again,” he smiles and waves, attempting to silence his friend making a fool of himself. The drunken lad makes a remark about watching me go, though improperly recited and articulated worse. I roll my eyes, heading straight out the tavern doors after the embarrassing encounter. 

I set my book on the porch fence, running my hand down the wood post. My eyes lock with the ground, watching the wooden porch steps turn to loose, powdery earth. I trace a footpath woven in the sand for a few moments, happy to find shade soon in the heat. I look up to find what is providing the shadow I retreated in. I’d led myself to the bathouse. My breath hitches. I am a few feet from the men’s entrance. 

My heart pounds, and I look around. My hand trails down the door on instinct, shaking as soon as it makes contact with the handle. I slink my way into the bathhouse, shoving the hefty door open and carefully shutting it behind me. My fingers run down the door handle, twisting the lock to ensure my privacy. I do my best not to make a sound, though the water running should muffle any minor noise. My heart was racing; maybe this was a mistake. 

“I’ve made it this far,” I remind myself, deciding to push onward. I could see steam billowing out above only one stall that is tucked away in the very back corner. After fetching a folded towel from a stack, I begin stripping off my clothes. Forcing the fabric into a small balled-up clump, it makes its new home for the time being on a bench near the entryway. I fasten my towel around my body and carefully make my way over to the stall in use.

Stopping just before the closed shower curtain, I kneel down, attempting to steal a peek beneath. On the pale tile flooring, I caught a glimpse of two firmly planted evergreen feet. This was undoubtedly Bur-uke. I take a deep breath, attempting to steady my shaky nerves as my fingers grip the thin fabric between us.

Flinging it open, my eyes lock onto Bur-uke for a mere moment before my vision becomes blurred. A breath escapes my throat as pressure is put against it, as well as the length of my back. Bur-uke’s gaze meets mine, and I see his eyes soften. His grip on my throat loosens, though does not completely lift. 

I straighten my spine, feeling my towel come loose with the motion. I reach for it, knowing I won’t be able to grab it in time. It hits the floor, instantly growing darker as it saturates. A sigh escapes me. I kick it over against the wall with a wet thud. My fingers find their way to the curtain once more, drawing it shut.

I make sure not to break eye contact with Bur-uke as I do this; watching his eyes widen makes my heart pound faster. He takes me in for a moment, looking me up and down with his mouth slightly agape. I make the first move, cupping his face in my hands and pulling him closer. He hesitates a moment, trying to hide his shaky breath. He plants his hands on my waist before pressing his lips against mine. 

He stumbles back a couple of steps, putting us beneath the running shower. Hot droplets of water glide down our bodies, and all the while Bur-uke hadn’t stopped kissing me. He pulls back for a breath before planting one more kiss on my lips. He begins a quick trail of kisses down my cheek, eventually burying his face at the nape of my neck. His canines once again graze my skin, provoking a strange flurry of excitement and fear. 

A hushed moan is pushed from my lips as he kisses my neck, only giving him more reason to persist. I run my fingers through his hair, settling halfway through with my other hand braced on his shoulder. His hands slide down my waist, and I feel his fingers kneading my hips for a moment. A gruff breath escapes him, and his hands travel down, cupping the back of my thighs. In one swift motion, he’d pressed me up against the wall. My legs had already found their way around his hips, and my grip on his shoulders tightened. 

His gaze was intense, and his cheeks had shifted to a darker, more vibrant green. “I missed you,” he finally says, breaking the silence between us. 

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I breathe. His grip weakens for a second, and I slide down his torso. After steadying myself, something stiff finds its way between my thighs. Bur-uke readjusts me, pulling me up closer and smearing a kiss on my forehead. 

“Think you’ll be okay?” He asks, planting his hands across my haunches. He rubs against me, and I am only able to respond with a quick nod as I catch my breath. I feel his hard tip prodding and sliding up and down my slit. He lets out a breathy groan, feeling the first few inches of his member becoming slick. My fingers curl, bracing onto his shoulders as I feel him spread me. 

My gasps and groans cloud the air with the steam rolling from the hot shower. Slowly I sink onto his cock, feeling him fill me inch by inch. I do my best to force down a couple of winces, knowing I just needed time. Bur-uke presses his hips against mine, and pushes deeper into me. My knees lock up around him, and a moan escapes through my clenched teeth. 

Again, another thrust. This time a bit faster, and I feel him practically forcing against my cervix as gravity pulls me onto the base of his shaft. Another, and another. Each time my body bouncing and gliding on his. He keeps his pace, lifting me with every thrust as if I weigh nothing. 

Bur-uke lets out a breathy groan between thrusts, leaving just enough time to make me shiver before shoving his way back into me. His brows furrow, and he shudders. His hand covers most of my forearm and he gives me a small tug, forcing me to grind down further onto him.

Pain and pleasure swirls in the bottom of my stomach and I know in either way I’m pushing my limits. I pull myself up a bit, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I can only plant a few kisses on his neck before Bur-uke goes even faster. I feel tension ramping up inside of me. Each quick thrust both pushing his member deeper in me and forcing moans out of me. My shakey arms wrap around his slippery body, and I know I can’t take much more. 

“What do you want?” He asks in a silky voice. His pace slows, teasing me. 

I bite at my lip and let out a begging whine. My cheek falls to his shoulder, and I let out a huff with every leisurely thrust. His steady, rhythmic pace leaves me wondering whether it is the shower water or drool pooling on his shoulder.

“You’re going to have to tell me what you want,” he says, lifting me off of him. 

I can hardly think while watching him pull me off, his cock bouncing back up as soon as I am off. I try to speak, though nothing but a breathy moan rolls from my lips. He grabs my wrists, holding them both in one hand, his thumb and middle finger touching to secure his grip. My wrists are pinned behind my back and he turns me around.

“Tell me or I’m going to have to guess,” He teases, pressing me against the shower wall. Bur-uke plants a hand on one of my hips, gently kneading my skin as he lets out a breath. 

“Come on, beautiful…” he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger with his spare hand. He drifts his hand down my neck and braces it around my collarbone. He frees my hands, which find their way pressed flat against the tile. I stick my ass out more, partially to get closer to him, but also because I felt my knees grow weak for a moment. I fail to realize that with my feet now on the floor I’m exactly at ideal height. Something glides along my spine and tailbone, forcing a gulp down my throat.

He trails a finger up and down my slit, only teasing me for a moment before pressing his way in. A winey moan escapes me, though I still can’t muster a response.

“Still can’t think of anything?” He asks, starting a rhythm with his finger.. “Or don’t want to tell me?” 

My breath hitches, and my ragged breathing reveals how close I am. He moves onto two fingers, penetrating that much deeper. He picks up speed, and something builds in me.  “I don’t want you to stop until you’ve filled me,” I gasp.

“D-don’t say that,” he stutters, shocked at my response. His grip around my collar weakens, and he slides his fingers out.

“Why not? Don’t think I can take it?” I tease. My eyes widen as I feel something different pressing against my slit. 

“Are you sure?” He whispers in my ear. 

“Oh, yes,” I breathe. Bur-uke presses his body against mine, leaning over me and running his hands over my hips. One hand trails up my side and over my breast, while the other finds its way between my thighs. He slowly guides his way in, spreading me apart with his fingertips. I brace myself against the wall, eager to feel him drive his way into me. Despite how slick I was, Bur-uke still has to inch his way inside me. 

He slowly coaxes me further onto him. “I can’t keep my eyes off you… every inch of you looks so amazing” I hear him utter under his breath.  

“Every inch of you feels amazing…” I barely manage between breaths.  He holds my hips and teases his way in and out of me. Every move pushing him that much deeper, covering his member with my arousal. I feel his fingers knead deeper into my hips, and his breath was ramping. He is still for a moment, and I wonder if he is going to say something. “So tight…” he whispers and swallows. I look back, and see him mouth something. I barely make out “I can’t stop,” before feeling my cheek pushed against the cold tile a moment later. 

Pressure thrusts its way through my stomach, and the air is forced from my lungs. A small squeak conveys the slight sting deep inside me.

“S-sorry, I thought your arms were braced against the wall,” he admits, pulling halfway out. My fists had already balled up and found their place on the tile in front of me once more.

“I’m alright,” I chuckle, glancing back. I wonder how much more he would’ve done if I hadn’t hit the wall.  I find myself arching my back, and pulling myself onto him again. Those ivy-green hands find their way snugly around my waist, with his fingers nearly touching. A wave of shame and exhilaration rushes over me as I realize just how big an orc can be. I grind against him, pulling myself back until I feel his thighs against mine. 

I take a breath, feeling his full length deep inside me. He presses a tiny bit further, and I twitch around him. One of my legs flutters up for a moment and a gasp escapes me. My face is hot, and I find myself waiting for his next move. He starts a slow pace, a mix of his own thrusts and his strong hands pulling me onto his cock. 

By this point I am sure I’ve never had more fluid on my body. Between the shower, my sweat, the few tears that had rolled down my cheeks at some point, and the drool running down my chin and throat. Despite this, I still want more. I want him to use me however he wants for how long he wants, and I want him to cum on me everywhere he wants. 

He’d sped up his pace, keeping full, fast strokes while refusing to sacrifice any of his length. His breathing has become heavier, and his grunts now resembled a growl more than anything else. He was getting close, I can feel it.

A ragged breath escapes me, and I can hardly keep my eyes open. All I can focus on is his presence inside me, overflowing me with waves of pleasure and pain every thrust. Just as I’m sure I can feel him in the pit of my stomach he shifts to shorter, even faster strokes. 

His stamina seems endless, but all I could ask for right now is for him to finish before I can hardly move after this. The stimulation is far too much for me at this point, sending shocks rippling through my body with every movement. I can do nothing but take it, I could hardly keep my head from hitting the wall and my feet on the tile. Every ragged breath feels as if I were on the brink of death, but I never want it to stop.

A hand shifts from my waist to my shoulder, with a firm grip confirming what I anticipated next. He shoves his full length into me, his warm, steady body looming right over mine. He lingers deep inside me, pumping me as full as he can. He sinks his chin into the nape of my neck, planting a small kiss after catching his breath. 

He slowly eases out, quickly finding how horrible my balance has become. He catches me before I fully slip. He glances down at my legs, and I noticed his eyes widen. Bur-uke retrieves a cloth and wipes away what had been running down my leg. 

“I can clean myself, I just need a minute,” I chuckle.

“It's… it's my fault. It's the least I can do really,” he insists. He looks up at me, pausing for a moment. His eyes catch mine and I can't pull away. He slides his hands up my legs, wrapping them around the back of my thighs. I lift a wet lock of hair from his face and tuck it behind his ear. My hand trails down his jaw, and he rests his head on my chest. He lets out a small huff with a smile, and stretches for our lips to meet. 

“Let me wash you off,” he insists. I put my arms over his shoulders, lingering a moment to feel the water cascade over us. 

“You don’t need to do that…” I tell him.

“I want to. What if I let you wash me in return?” He reasons. 

I can’t help but let my eyes trail down his body. Anything to touch him again. To feel his skin against mine. I shudder. 

His touch is gentle, starting at my shoulders he massages and lathers me. Gradually working his way down, he rubs away every sore muscle and washes out any worry I may have. He reaches my legs once more, leaving a trail of suds down my hips and thighs. He suddenly averts his eyes, and grabs my hand. His grip twitches in both hands, squeezing my palm with one and spewing a jet of bubbles from the cloth in the other. He clears his throat. 

“You’re bleeding… tell me if I’m hurting you next time,” he sternly tells me. His brows furrow, and his mouth turns to a frown. 

“How can I make it up to you?” He utters. 

My heart skips a beat. I can’t answer. 

Bur-uke’s grip shifts back to my legs, only derailing to hold my haunches, seemingly on instinct. He clears his throat, focusing on the bubbles gliding down my body once more.

“You don’t need to make it up to me, everything else made up for the tiny bit of pain by comparison,” I reason, shaking my mind from all the ways he could make it up to me. 

“I insist. Maybe not now, but soon. Let's focus on getting you dried off,” 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask, wiping a few soap suds down his chest. 

He chuckles and holds his hand over mine. He passes me the cloth, and I take great pleasure in cleaning him. Bur-uke’s burly shoulders are firm and rugged. Sunburnt skin rubbing off with ease. His face has been covered with dirt and sweat most of the sweltering day, I can’t imagine how relaxing this must feel after construction work. 

As I start to scrub his shoulder blades he lets out a relieved sigh. Over and over, I rub his back, with Bur-uke letting out small gruff moans and breaths. “I haven’t felt this clean in a long time… Ironic all things considered,” 

“You should bring me into the shower more often,” I laugh.

“Don’t test me. But we should get you out of the men’s section now, huh? Gods forbid anyone tried to shower recently,” he chuckles.

He throws a towel over my shoulders, patting me dry before putting a towel on himself. 

I tuck myself into another stall to finish drying and change into my clothes. I pull aside the thin white shower curtain to see Bur-uke waiting for me… Still in a towel. 

“Are-aren’t you going to get dressed?” I ask.

“Why would I? You go ahead, I’ll be right behind you. It’ll make it seem like we aren’t together. I’ll just be going back to my room anyway,” he shrugs. 

“People will stare,” I smile and roll my eyes. 

“Oh, and I suppose you don’t want people looking?” He raises a brow. 

My face flushes.

“If you want me all to yourself that’s all you have to say,” He smirks. 

“You know that’s not what I meant!” I sheepishly exclaim. 

“Mhm,” Bur-uke chuckles, tipping my chin up to make my eyes meet his.

I’ve never felt so small next to a man, so fragile, helpless, yet so safe. He makes my stomach flutter and my knees weak. This wasn’t intimidation, it was temptation. 

“I’ll see you sometime after we’re both changed.” He says, sounding more like an order than a request. “I understand if you’re tired, but it would be nice to have dinner with you,” he tells me, sending me off with a kiss.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x teen!reader - Weight of the world

Part 5:

Mr Evershed came by after school like he did every day, and you were working outside, chopping fire wood around the side of your house.

He walked over, and he set a bag of shopping by your front door.

“Good afternoon.” He greeted.

You looked over at him.

“Hello.”

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I’m fine. How are you?”

He walked over, sitting down on the bench a few feet away from you.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked.

You nodded your head, setting another log in front of you and you brought your ace up so you could swing it down.

“It’s been a month now (Y/N), I think you would benefit from talking to somebody about what happened.”

You paused, looking over at him.

“Why? It’s not going to change anything.”

“Because sometimes talking about how we feel can help us understand our emotions.”

“That’s a waste of time.”

You went back to chopping up some wood, and then you gathered it all, carrying it inside and he followed you.

He picked up the bag he left at the door and took it through to your kitchen, scratching Meeko on the back as he walked past.

You were putting some logs on the fire, and you put the fire grate back in place as you followed him to the kitchen.

“You wanted Milk, I don’t know where your fridge is.”

He handed you the carton of milk, and you walked to a cupbaord door, opening it to reveal a hidden fridge and he chuckled a little bit.

“And I thought you didn’t have any electricity in this place.”

“I have a generator, it’s in the basement.”

“Oh yes, the mysterious basement. That’s not normal for Uk houses you know.”

“Neither are dragons. Yet here we are in a world that has been dealing with both for a little over 150 years.”

He hummed a little bit.

“You’ve been keeping up on your history.”

“It’s common knowledge and anybody that doesn’t know it is stupid. Here.”

You handed him a wooden box and he took it, opening it to look inside.

“Bread?”

“You mentioned your daughters like chocolate chips, so I made a loaf for them, I had to use the dough for something and I don’t need more bread right now.”

He put the lid back on the box and smiled at you.

“Thank you.”

You nodded your head, putting the rest of your shopping away where it belonged.

“You asked me to bring you some of the work you needed to catch up. For a student who didn’t care much about school I have to ask, why do I have to keep bringing your work for you?”

“Tim said I had to keep going to school, he said it was important.”

Mr Evershed set your books down on the kitchen table for you.

“You’re doing this for him.” He spoke gently.

You took a deep breath, placing your hands on the counter as you looked out of your kitchen window.

“I’m going everything I do for him. He’s the only reason I kept on going this long, because if it wasn’t for him I would’ve given everything up a long time ago.”

“(Y/N)…”

You turned to look at the headteacher.

“I was raised by him, he was more than my brother. He was my father, my mother, my best friend, all in one. He fought for me when nobody else would. He protected me.”

“He was a good man.”

“He was more than that. He was the best man.”

You walked over to the pile of letters that were building up on the far kitchen counter, and you looked at the newest one addressed to you.

You set it aside with the others.

“We can help you find a therapist, you can go alone or I can come with you if that makes you more comfortable.”

“People die, that’s the way of life. There’s no point in being sad over something that was always bound to happen.”

“Of course there is, there’s always a reason to be sad over the loss of somebody, you need to grief, especially when it’s the loss of somebody so close to you.” He said gently.

You sighed heavily.

“That’s stupid.”

“No it’s not, it’s normal to be upset (Y/N).”

You went to reply but there was a knock on your door.

Glancing at him, you made your towards the door and opened it, looking at the group who stood on the other side.

“No.”

You slammed the door shut, and it was pushed open once more.

“You don’t have a choice. With Tim gone we’ve been sent to help you.”

“I don’t give a shit, turn around and go back. I don’t want your help.”

“You’ve not been preforming your duties!” A woman hissed.

You glared, pushing them all outside, and you turned to look at Mr Evershed who was stood in the doorway waiting.

“Give me a moment.”

“Of course.”

You went outside, closing the door behind you and you spun around to look at the five of them.

“You go back and you tell the greybeards that I’m done playing their game. I am done playing by their stupid rules.”

“You have a duty!”

“I don’t care Markus!” You snapped.

“And you should! Because things are getting out of hand! We’ve had to send people all over to clean up what you’ve not been doing!” Markus snapped back.

You took the knife out of your belt and aimed it at him, and they all took a step away from you.

“(Y/N) we can only do so much, we need your help.” Ebony said gently.

“I don’t care. Tell those old bastards if they want to get something done they can do it themselves.”

“You’re the dragonborn, this is your destiny, the role you were born to play in this world.” Violet spoke.

“I didn’t ask for this! I never wanted to do this!” You yelled.

You threw your knife into the ground at her feet, eyes boring into all of theirs.

“I wanted to be a normal teenager! I wanted to live with my brother!”

“He died a hero.” Frank said.

“He didn’t deserve to die! He shouldn’t have died! They should have sent more people to help him!”

“We had no idea how bad it was.”

You scoffed.

“Of course they did, they always know.”

They all shared a look.

“We’ll keep doing what we can to hold everything at bay, but we need a whole army to take down the dragons, they’re struggling (Y/N). If you don’t help then this world is done for.”

“Then so be it. I don’t care anymore. They should’ve let Alduin take this world all those years ago.”

You turned around, making your way back to your front door.

“You’re a coward.”

You stopped.

“Turning your back on everything you were ever taught, abandoning your cause just because of a death. You both knew the price we pay for what we do.”

You said nothing as you walked back inside, slamming the door closed behind you.

Mr Evershed looked up from where he was sat on your sofa going through some paperwork, and he offered you a reassuring smile.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

You nodded, making your way over and you sat next to him, picking up one of your schoolbooks so you could start working.

You worked quietly for a few minutes but you couldn’t get what they had said out of your head.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked.

“Of course.”

Mr Evershed set his papers down, and you didn’t bother looking up from your work.

“If you had a duty to do, even if you didn’t like it, would you do it?”

“Well, it depends on what that duty was.”

“What if it involved saving a lot of people?”

“Then I would do it. If I had the chance to save somebody else then I would.”

You nodded your head, leaning over to pick up the cup of tea that he had made for you.

It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t made with natural herbs and plants like you made it, but out of respect for the fact that he made it for you you drank it.

“Why do you ask?”

“I guess I was just thinking about all those books where people save other people, even if they don’t know them.”

“Like superhero books?”

You nodded your head.

“I think sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do (Y/N), sometimes we don’t have a choice, we still do it. We can’t always do things that we enjoy doing.”

“I know.”

“(Y/N) look at me.”

You set your book down, turning your attention to him.

“Whenever you do something, always think of something worth doing it for. You don’t like school but you’re doing it for Tim.”

“He’s not here anymore, so what is the point of doing things for him now aside from this?”

“To keep his memory alive, I’m sure you both had many ideas that you shared, things you both wanted to do together.”

You sighed, looking away, kicking your feet up on the table.

“In a way, yes and no. We had some things we wanted to do, travel, explore, learn new things. He wanted to do other things I didn’t, have a standard job, live in a city, things like that.”

“You prefer the simple life out here?”

“People like me are better left on our own. That’s what I was taught, that’s what I believe.”

“That’s not true (Y/N), you more than anybody deserve friends. A family. A good home.”

“You don’t know me.”

He smiled a little.

“I know more than you think, I know for some reason you see it as you against the world, you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders and you don’t want to, I know you’re a smart kid, you like the simple life and that’s all you want.”

You glanced up at him.

“I’m sorry for whatever happened to you that made you this way.” He said quietly.

“You had nothing to do with it, why would you say sorry?”

“Because I can tell whatever it is took its toll on you, and it’s changed you. I just hope you’ll talk to somebody about it one day.”

“Life is unfair, we must all accept that.”

“There are still some good things to life you know.”

“Like what?” You scoffed.

Mr Evershed smiled, and he gestured to Meeko who was sleeping by the fire.

“Dogs for one.”

He gestured for you to follow him, so you got up and followed him outside, and he gestured to your garden.

“Your garden, you’re being self sufficient. Your horse, they’re god animals. It doesn’t have to be the big things that makes life good.”

You seemed more confused than ever.

“Life isn’t just about the big picture, about growing up, working, all of that. It’s about all the little things as well.”

“Like snowball fights?”

Mr Evershed smiled softly at you.

“Yeah, yeah like snowball fights. Did you ever have any?”

“Yeah, with Tim when we were young. We used to play pranks as well, I’d give him the ideas and he’d help me do them.”

He smiled a little more.

“See, there is good things in this world.”

The reached out, tapping the side of your head.

“And those good memories are what you need to focus on, focus on remembering them, and making more.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Will you come for a walk with me?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You walked over to your door, letting out a whistle and Meeko came bounding over and outside so you could close the door.

You took Mr Evershed down the trail next to your house, Meeko running ahead of you both.

“I don’t know how to make more happy memories.”

“Well, what’s something you’ve always wanted to do?” He asked.

“I have never watched a movie before, I think that would be interesting.”

Mr Evershed smiled at you.

“Well, I’m sure we can sort that out for you.”

“Why would you help me?”

“Because I want to. Because I think you need that right now.”

You nodded your head, putting your hands in your pocket as you carried on walking

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War Criminal Henry Kissinger’s Cambodia 🇰🇭 Legacy of Bombs and Chaos

When News of Henry Kissinger's Death Spread this Week, Many Disgusting Former World Leaders Lined up to Pay Tribute.

— By Ouch Sony & George Wright | BBC News | Phnom Penh & London

War Criminal, Most Disgusting, Boak Bollocks and Hell Bound 🔥 Henry Kissinger

Former US President War Criminal George W Bastard Bush said the US had "lost one of the most dependable and distinctive voices on foreign affairs".

Former UK War Criminal Prime Minister Bloody British Bastard Tony Blair described the ex-US secretary of state as an artist of diplomacy, who was motivated by "a genuine love of the free world and the need to protect it". Boris Johnson called Kissinger "a giant of diplomacy and strategy - and peace-making".

But peacemaker is not a term you're likely to hear many in Cambodia use when describing Henry Kissinger.

During the Vietnam War War Criminals, Kissinger and then-President Richard Nixon ordered clandestine bombing raids on neutral Cambodia, in an effort to flush out Viet Cong forces in the east of country.

Altogether, the US dropped more than 2 Million Tons of Bombs on Cambodia from 1965-1973. For context, the Allies dropped just over 2 Million Tons of bombs during the whole of World War II, including the bombs that struck Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Kissinger maintained that the bombing was aimed at the Vietnamese army inside Cambodia, not at the country itself.

Vorng Chhut Recalls People Being Killed By the War Criminal US Bombing

Vorng Chhut, 76, had never heard the name Henry Kissinger when bombs started dropping down on his village in Svay Rieng province, near the Vietnamese border.

"Nothing was left, not even the bamboo trees. People escaped, while those who stayed in the village died," he said. "A lot of people died, I can't count all their names. The bodies were swollen and when it became quiet, people would come and bury the bodies."

A 2006 Yale University report, Bombs Over Cambodia, stated that "Cambodia may be the most heavily bombed country in history".

A Pentagon report released in 1973 stated that "Kissinger approved each of the 3,875 Cambodia bombing raids in 1969 and 1970" as well as "the methods for keeping them out of the newspapers".

"It's an order, it's to be done. Anything that flies, on anything that moves. You got that?" Kissinger told a deputy in 1970, according to declassified transcripts of his telephone conversations.

The number of people killed by those bombs is not known, but estimates range from 50,000 to upwards of 150,000.

War Criminal US Dropped More Two Million Tons of Bombs on Cambodia 🇰🇭

One of the most notorious incidents was the accidental bombing of the small town of Neak Luong, where at least 137 Cambodians were killed and another 268 were wounded.

A New York Times report by Sydney Schanberg, who was later portrayed in the film the Killing Fields, quoted a man called Keo Chan, whose wife and 10 children had just been killed.

"All my family is dead!" he cried, beating his hand on the wooden bench where he had collapsed. "All my family is dead! Take my picture, take my picture! Let the Americans see me!"

Another man stood near an unexploded bomb in the town asked simply: "When are you Americans going to take it away?"

Unexploded American bombs littered the Cambodian countryside, maiming and killing people for decades to come.

Many also say that another consequence of Nixon and Kissinger's bombing campaign was that it helped pave the way for one of the worst genocides of the 20th century. Around 1.7 million people died at the hands of the Pol Pot-led Khmer Rouge between 1975 and 1979 - almost a quarter of the population.

An Estimated 1.7 Million Died Under Khmer Rouge Rule

Prior to that, the ultra-communists had little support, but its ranks grew as American bombs fell.

The CIA's director of operations reported in 1973 the Khmer Rouge forces were successfully "using damage by B-52 strikes as the main theme of their propaganda".

In 2009, the first Khmer Rouge official to be tried for crimes committed under the regime's reign of terror told the UN-backed court: "Mr Richard Nixon and Kissinger allowed the Khmer Rouge to grasp golden opportunities."

Kissinger always pushed back on criticism regarding the bombing of Cambodia.

"I just wanted to make clear that it was not a bombing of Cambodia, but it was a bombing of North Vietnamese in Cambodia," he said in 1973.

When he was 90, he claimed bombs were only dropped on areas "within five miles of the Vietnamese border that were essentially unpopulated".

Watergate Scandal Criminal Richard Nixon, Seeing Here Pointing at a Map of Cambodia 🇰🇭, and the War Criminal Kissinger Ordered Clandestine Bombing Raid on Cambodia.

Elizabeth Becker, an American journalist who covered the bombing campaign in 1973, said this was not the case.

"First you interviewed the refugees as they were coming away from the bombing, then you'd go to the bombing and there were moonscapes - you'd see the corpses of buffalo, you'd see houses burned, the rice fields gutted," she told the BBC.

"You saw the destruction and you thought: why was this modern air force bombing the countryside so much? In those days the farmers of Cambodia weren't even used to seeing motor vehicles, they routinely said to me: 'Why is fire falling from the sky?'"

Pen Yai, 78, cooperated with the Viet Cong inside Cambodia before the bombing started, but said large numbers of civilians were killed by American bombs, including his father and brother-in-law.

"I was so scared and could not sleep. People died everywhere. We just ran and recognised people who had been killed... we could not do anything," he said.

Many world leaders have praised Kissinger, who shared the 1973 Nobel peace prize for his role in negotiating an end to the Vietnam war and was later handed the Presidential Medal of Freedom - America's highest civilian award.

Prim Hen Says She is Still Angry at the War Criminal US to this Day

But few who were in Cambodia in the 1970s will remember his legacy fondly.

Prum Hen, 70, was forced to flee her village when American bombs started raining down. She said she knew little about Kissinger and felt little sympathy when informed of his death.

"Let him die because he killed a lot of our people," she said, adding that she still feels deep resentment towards the US.

"They bombed our country, killing a lot of people and separating people from their children. Later on, the Khmer Rouge killed husbands, wives and children."

Ms Becker said the gravity of Kissinger's policies in Cambodia cannot be understated.

"To say the bombing was imprecise... it was inhumane. It's not just the number of people, it's the legacy.

"You cannot exaggerate what it did to the country."

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Whimsical Wonders: Upcycled Garden Art  

You can create captivating sculptures even with bicycle wheels or discarded metal scraps to add a touch of whimsy to your outdoor space. These unique pieces make a statement and showcase your commitment to sustainable living. 

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A Day of Two Anniversaries: 75th Berlin Airlift/60th “Ich bin ein Berliner” Speech

On a sunny June evening, the John-F.-Kennedy-Platz in front of Berlin’s Schöneberg City Hall set the scene for a celebration of two significant anniversaries in Germany’s post-war history.

The flags of France, the UK and the US were flying in honour of the three Allied powers who occupied Berlin after World War II. Tents with benches underneath were fringed in matching white, red and blue bunting.

And underneath the flags of the Special Olympics World Games Berlin 2023 and of Ukraine, a stage was set up with musical instruments, an antique carved wooden podium, and a VIP area in front that seated about 180 special guests.

The massive steps of the City Hall were at first deserted except for a blue, white and red flower arrangement underneath two tarnished memorial plaques. Above it, the balcony.

Photograph: Scene in front of the Schöneberg City Hall, June 24, 2023. Photo: Edith Haimberger. Public domain.

After 5 p.m., guests trickled into the VIP area to be served water and Bouvet sparkling wine. Locals had gathered in greater numbers, standing and sitting in the square. A small wedding party drifted by from the registry office at the far side of the City Hall. And the US Air Forces in Europe Jazz-Band from Ramstein began playing jazz and swing music.

🎶 The Stars and Stripes Forever 🎶

🎶 A Tisket A Tasket 🎶

🎶 Straighten Up and Fly Right 🎶

🎶 Sing, Sing, Sing 🎶

In the VIP section, former and current city officials, as well as members of Germany’s Bundestag, took their seats.

Berlin’s current mayor Kai Wegner (CDU) was joined by predecessors Franziska Giffey (SPD; she is also Wegner’s governing coalition partner), Michael Müller (SPD), and Eberhard Diepgen (CDU).

Diplomats from Austria, France, Ukraine, the UK, and the US joined them.

Jörn Oltmann, district mayor of Berlin-Tempelhof-Schöneberg, greeted everyone in his opening speech. He paid tribute to the 87 people who died in the Berlin Airlift that began 75 years ago, delivering supplies to the half of the city that had just been cut off by the Soviet government’s land blockade.

The Berliners in the audience applauded warmly when Oltmann mentioned Gail Halvorsen. In the Airlift, Halvorsen was the US Air Force colonel who pioneered the ‘Rosinenbomber’ drops of chocolate, gum, and other candy for Berlin’s children.

It’s also the 60th anniversary of the “Ich bin ein Berliner” speech that John F. Kennedy held at the City Hall.

Oltmann said of the President, “You are still a Berliner in the hearts of the people of our city.”

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty. - John F. Kennedy, Inaugural Address (1961)

Mayor Kai Wegner took the stage next. [Two or three people booed. So perhaps he was being ironical when he said “Vielen Dank für die freundliche Begrüßung” (’Thank you very much for the friendly welcome.’).]

Wegner himself is too young to have been an eyewitness. Yet his father joined the almost 500,000 people who gathered before the City Hall to hear President John F. Kennedy on June 26, 1963. It was a troubled time, but Kennedy’s words inspired.

“Mein Vater verließ diesen Platz voller Hoffnung.” (’My father left this [City Hall] square full of hope.’)

Wegner’s conclusion: “feiern wir jeden Tag die Freiheit in unserer Stadt” (’Let us celebrate the freedom in our city every day.’)

Photograph: U.S. Ambassador Amy Gutmann speaking at the Schöneberg City Hall, June 24, 2023. (CC BY-SA 4.0)

US Ambassador to Germany Amy Gutmann signed the guest book of Tempelhof-Schöneberg. She received a small sculpture from district mayor Jörn Oltmann, as the US Air Forces in Europe Jazz-Band from Ramstein played another song.

In her speech, Ambassador Gutmann recalled the nerve-wracking, high stakes of the Cold War era with its bristling arsenals of nuclear weapons.

Like the other politicians on the stage, she seemed to be putting herself in the shoes of Kennedy and imagining what it was like to navigate the era as a statesman. Certainly Kennedy gracefully managed to conduct himself as a “global citizen,” in her phrase.

Thanking Berliners for “opening their homes and their hearts to victims of war.” she was likely referring to over 200,000 Ukrainian refugees passing through the city since early 2022.

Referring again to the Russo-Ukrainian conflict, she said that today: “’Wir sind Ukrainer.’” (’We are Ukrainians.’)

Caroline Kennedy, the sister of John F. Kennedy who is serving as US Ambassador to Australia, spoke in a pre-recorded video message. She translated the “Ich bin ein Berliner” message for the present day to “Slava Ukraini.”

Finally Timothy Shriver, chairman of the Special Olympics and nephew of Caroline Kennedy, took the stage.

Lightening the mood and radiating charm to which the crowd responded enthusiastically, he reminisced about his experiences at the time when his uncle Kennedy visited West Berlin.

His mother Eunice had organized a “Camp Shriver” back in the United States, inviting children with intellectual disabilities. Three-year-old Timothy was playing amongst them; his only responsibility was ‘to have fun.’

But Shriver noted that while the Berlin Wall divided sibling from sibling, children from parent, etc., families were separated for more than one reason in the 1960s.

Children with intellectual disabilities might be secluded  from the family home, and from their communities, behind the walls of institutions.

The Kennedy family’s own experiences with institutionalization inspired Eunice to organize the Special Olympics.

In the meantime, the Berlin Wall has fallen. “The world can change.” But people with disabilities still face barriers when they participate in schools and in the workplace.

Photograph: Scene in front of the Schöneberg City Hall, June 24, 2023. Trees belonging to the Rudolph-Wilde-Park. Photo: Edith Haimberger. Public domain.

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Recollections of then-mayor of West Berlin, Willy Brandt (d. 1992), after President Kennedy’s speech

“In der Geschichte Berlins war solch ehrlicher Jubel noch keinem Gast zuteil geworden.”

“Den Augenblick vor der Kundgebung, da er lachend in meinem Amtszimmer die berühmten vier Worte -- ‘Ich bin ein Berliner!’ -- einübte, werde ich nie vergessen.”

“Den Dokumentarfilm über seinen Berlin-Besuch hat er sich wiederholt vorführen lassen; so erzählte es mir seine Witwe am Abend nach der Beerdigung.”

(Willy Brandt. Erinnerungen. Berlin: Ullstein, 2014)

(’In the history of Berlin, such honest rejoicing had not been shown to any other guest.’ ... ‘The moment before the speech, in which he laughingly rehearsed the famous four words ‘I am a Berliner!’ in my mayor’s office, I will never forget.’ ... ‘He asked several times to be shown the documentary film about his Berlin visit; that is what I was told by his widow on the evening after the burial.’)

Photograph of John F. Kennedy at the Schöneberg City Hall on June 26, 1963, by Cecil Stoughton. Credit: White House Photographs. John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston

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