#pollysolomons

[peakyblinded]

requested by @pollysolomons

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@pollysolomons: 

Alfie Jr had been sitting alone in the pub, in the late afternoon, when he’d drank too much again, and been turfed out. He’d decided, in his infinite wisdom, to finish off his afternoon drinking session in the fields.He wandered, and stumbled, losing a shoe or two along the way, until he reached the oak tree he had sat under with Katie. Junior took a metal flask full of whiskey out of his waistcoat pocket, and supped it.He knew he drank too much, too often. He knew he was only doing to numb everything he was feeling. He knew that it wouldn’t make anything better in the long run, but it did for an hour or two. Junior felt courage and strength when he drank, and one day he hoped he’d feel courageous enough to leave this life. Take his father’s gun and go to a place where he’d never be found.He shook his head, drank the rest of his whiskey, and passed out underneath the oak tree, flat on his back with the empty whiskey flask in his open palm.That was how Katie found him.

Betty had sworn she’d seen Jr wandering around but Katie had ignored her, sure that she was just teasing her about the boy she liked to spend time with. But, when Farmer Boycie came out to the fields where they were chasing the sheep  ( the collie whose job it was laid out in the grass, enjoying the sun and refusing to get hot chasing disobedient sheep. ) and told Katie to go investigate what looked like a drunk slumped by the great oak, Katie’s heart sank.

Dutifully she went and the knot that had formed in her stomach tightened painfully seeing it was in fact Jr. She could smell the alcohol before she reached him and knew that he must’ve been enjoying an afternoon drinking session. ( The reasons why were obvious to her and it made her feel terrible for him and all others who were suffering this way. )

Kneeling down at his side, Katie took the whiskey flask from his hand, sniffed it, sighed and then gently shook him by the shoulder, hoping to rouse him before Boycie came up with a gun and escalated the situation.

“Alfie, sweetie... it’s Katie...”

[ronmanmob]

Who are your favorite blogs to RP with? XD

Hi Nonny :) I love all my RP blog-friend-people, but but those I talk with most are @brooklynislandgirl, @tarnishedhalo, @hislittledxll. @rebelledhexrt, @quietgrxce, @morgansmornings, and @pollysolomons. Seriously though, I love everyone round here. Wanna write with all of em!

[carmen-kray]

How lucky am I to be surrounded by strong women 🖤

@pollysolomons

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@pollysolomons:

Alfie Jr had been walking through the fields when he’d been caught talking to himself. He’d sat in the long grass, as he often did on days where the sun threatened to leave his skin a rosy red, and started thinking out loud. He didn’t realise he was doing it. It was like he had too many thoughts spinning around his head.

On this day, he’d been murmuring about the truth. It made him sound mad; what normal person talked to themselves about the complexity of truthfulness? In reality, he’d been thinking about the trenches again. The truth of battle… The friends he’d lost. The bombs. The shooting.

He turned to see a girl standing behind him. She looked like a land girl. Alfie struggled to stand, for even though the wounds he’d collected from the war had healed and he’d regained the use of his legs, he still felt a fair amount of pain when he made sudden movements.

‘I’m sorry. I-I was…’He didn’t finish his sentence. He felt tears fill his eyes, and his face drained of colour. Alfie felt sheer panic as he tried to explain himself and offer up an explanation for his odd behaviour. Junior didn’t look the girl in the eye.

With the sun beating hard down upon them in the fields, work had been tough. Katie was stubborn though and had persevered until it was completely necessary to take a break from both the tractor and each other. Katie had taken her lunch and walked up to the grassy knoll where she usually sat, overlooking the rest of the farm.

This time there was someone there. Out of reflex she dropped her lunchbox into the grass and reached out to help when he tried to stand but withdrew when he managed. As he turned, her breath caught in her lungs. This had to be the boy Alfie had spoken of when they’d crossed paths. 

The shell shock was written all over him and Katie felt her heart strings tug.

“You’re fine,” she insisted gently, bending to pick up her lunch box again. “please, sit... don’t strain yourself. I’m just going to sit by the tree,” she gestured to the large oak not a foot or so away. “and eat lunch...” she paused and offered what she hoped was a kind smile. “are you hungry?”

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pollysolomons

‘You.’ He smiled, and went on to answer her question more seriously, though Katie was on his mind most of the time.

'I dream of what it’s going to be like after the war. What I’m gonna do. I want to buy an 'ouse next to the sea… one with a garden. And I want a brood of kids and animals. I want freedom.’

“Charmer.” Katie answered with a bright smile and a faint flush to her cheeks.

Laid back in the long grass in their spot, Katie listened to him talk about his dreams and found that they tallied quite well with her own which gave her a hopeful feeling for their future.

“A brood of kids?” She sat up on her elbows, fixing him with a questioning look. “How many children are we after having, Mr Solomons?”

[ronmanmob]

♥♥♥

This most excellent positivity meme!

@standunshaken  is a multi-muse blog that I’m just AWED by. I mean I’m awed by anyone who can maintain more than one muse at once - Ron’s…fucking demanding and I love him for it xD - but this…DAMN. There’s a whole WORLD made here, with intricate characters, high tension, interwoven story arches, ALL KINDS! It’s a treat to watch Mun weave their stories on my dash, and even more of a treat when I get to weave them with ‘em <3 10 thumbs up! A** perfection with a western twist right here.

@hislittledxll is manned by a lovely, lovely person who I think the absolute world of. Her writing is spectacular. Her muse, Monica, has a life of her own, she’s so well researched and from-the-heart written. And-

‘N she’s my wife. Monica. Not th’writah. Monica.’

..Yes. In certain verses Monica is indeed Ron’s wife <3

@pollysolomons is a relatively new blog I’ve been following. Mun’s a sweetie and has lots of really interesting headcanons about her characters that she weaves into her writing nicely. Also! Here be another multi-muse blog, and we know how Pumpkin-mun feels about multi-muse blogs! LOVE EM! I’ve got so much respect for folks who just got out there and tell their stories, writing expanded universe stuffs and bits and pieces. It’s all so interesting and lovely to see on my dash. Much recommended, this one! Go go, quick! Follow!

[peakyblinded]

Hi, do you have a gifset of Alfie telling his workers to stay away from Jewish women? Thank you ❤️

Nope, I don’t. I’m sorry. Does anyone else have one or know where to find one?