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Mister, mister.

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Just some businessman!au I quickly whipped up for Jason! Will I ever get to writing this business AU I keep wanting to explore? Stay tuned to Tea’s inner battle. This was supposed to be some attempt at writing angst and for a second there, I was going to stop writing at one point but it became like this instead.

Jason stares at you, feeling as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object - he might as well have been. Something similar to terror coiled to life in his belly. “You have this talent of taking me by surprise, Y/N. Could you run me by what you have just said?”

“I am in love with you, Jason Peter Todd.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

“It just happened, alright.”

Jason shakes his head. “No, things like this don’t just happen, Y/N. I am incapable of loving - you have an aversion to commitment! That was why we agreed to this arrangement between us.” Jason says harshly. 

“How is it my fault when you are the one stirring up emotions I did not even freaking know I possessed, Jason?” You are starting to feel dismayed. Perhaps telling him about your feelings had not been a good idea. You should have kept it to yourself. 

Jason looks at you in silence, running his fingers through his hair. “I doubt I can ever love you as you should be loved, Y/N. Being in love and all that. That’s just not me and you deserve so much more than that." 

Jason might as well just shoot you multiple times with his guns. At least the pain will heal even though you will get scars. This is a whole different thing entirely. You are not even sure if you will be able to heal from this pain.

"Maybe I love you enough for the both of us, Jason." 

To Jason, love is a concept that is often tossed around casually and now that you said it to him? His throat feels as though a stone had lodged itself halfway down and that terror in his gut has yet to go away. You let out a sigh as you look away from Jason. Perhaps this is too much to dump on him in one night. Maybe you should just head back to your own place for the night. 

Jason did not even make any move as you begin to pack your overnight bag. You slowly pad over to him and when he has yet to give you any sign or even say anything, you simply press your lips to his temple and walk out of the room, your heart breaking with every step you take away from Jason. 

By the time Jason comes out of his self-induced stupor, he realizes that the bedroom is empty and he panics slightly but that died down the moment he spots your belongings still lying about in the bedroom. He is about to get some food when his phone rang and Tim’s name appears on the caller ID. He frowns, wondering why Tim would call him this late. Is there a problem with the company?

"Timbers, what’s up?”

Tim curses and Jason is slightly affronted. Tim rarely ever curse. “There was an accident.”

Jason stands stiffly as if he had been turned to stone. “Where? Who?”

“Y/N’s at the hospital now, I’m sending you the name." 

Jason did not even wait for Tim to finish talking because the moment he heard that you were in the hospital, it seems as if the blood in his veins froze. He races outside, got in his Maserati and breaks every speed limit in Gotham to get to the hospital you are in. 

Nothing had happened to you. You are safe. You had to be. Jason keeps telling himself. What if he had left it too late to tell you? 

Jason had probably been in love with you for weeks – if not months - already! He had been too blind to his own feelings, called it lust and even fooled himself in to thinking he was incapable of loving someone. What a joke.

Jason stares in horror when he reaches the hospital. There are several ambulances, some paramedics are still carrying people down from the ambulances. There are stretchers by the door, occupied by elders, little kids, covered in blood, crying out in pain. He blanches, feeling simultaneous pity for the injured and relief because none of them are you. 

Though he doubts his nightmare is ever going to end until he finds you. 

His heart is thudding in his chest and his hands are ice-cold now.

But before Jason could even ask the receptionist about you, you walked out with a bandage on your head and Jason is as white a ghost, racing towards you.

"Jason!” You are surprise to see him here, wondering briefly how in the world had he known you were here. “What are you doing here?”

Jason reaches out to touch your head but stops himself. “You have a bandage on your head.”

You wince and nod your head. “There was an accident earlier, involving the bus I was on and several other cars. I’m alright. It’ll leave a scar I suppose but it’s okay." 

You are once again surprised when Jason put his arms around you. Relief washing over him. When Tim had told him you were in the hospital, he had thought of the worst. But now that you are in his arms, the nightmare is over. You are alive and safe. That is all that matters.

Jason tightens his embrace, not yet ready to let you go. "I have something to tell you, Y/N.”

Your brows furrow. “Can it wait? I just want to go back to my place and sleep. It has been a very exhausting day." 

"No.” Jason pulls away to smile at you and your heart races. Jason looks really good whenever he smiles. “I think I finally came to my senses - shocked the hell out of me too with it. When Tim called me, I swear to fucking God, I was so afraid something had happened to you.”

You notice that Jason’s voice is unsteady. “Yeah, I hit my head and have to get it stitched but it is alright.”

Jason shakes his head, giving you a cracked laugh. “Here I am, trying to bare my heart and soul to you and you’re not even paying attention, Y/N.”

You made a tiny gasp, stilling in his arms, staring at him as if he had just lost his mind. “You’re joking, aren’t you? You told me earlier you were incapable of loving - ”

“See what I mean? You haven’t been paying attention to what I have been saying, Y/N.”

“I think I must have a concussion or I am in a dream. This is cruel.”

Jason shakes his head at you before he leans down to kiss your parted lips with all his newfound love, pulling you to him. He doesn’t care if this will end up being in the newspaper tomorrow, he doesn’t care about anything but you. 

“I love you, Y/N. When I thought I was about to lose you forever, it hit me right in the face. I don’t ever want to live through the last half-hour.”

The smile you give him is so bright and lovely. “I love you too, Jason.”

Jason leans down to kiss you, pulling you closer, happy to know that he is holding his whole world in his arms. Happy to know that he is home. 


Tim stares at his phone, frowning. “Jason hung up on me." 

Dick looks at his younger brother. "Why?”

Tim looks away from his phone, looking at the computer where you had been registered. “The bus Y/N was in had a collision with a few other cars and you know how I like to keep track of everyone right? Her signal pinged at the nearest hospital so I told Jason.”

Dick chuckles, nodding his head in understanding. “Jason’s probably going to call you later." 

Tim frowns but nods his head regardless. If Dick says so, Tim is just going to hold on to his words. 

imorcaBy the 1930s day fashion for women was above the ankle - and almost anyone was too poor to afford using extra fabric.

Post in reference

This particular dress was donated by the Weyerhaeuser family (founders of a massive timber company that’s worth like billions today). While some wealthy families were affected by the Depression, many were not. This is a fairly typical day dress for someone of that social standing at the time.  

The Old Sawmill Trail in Zavalla, Texas. Take a 3-mile hike through the Angelina National Forest to explore the remains of the historic Aldridge sawmill. Fab photo by Cornel Zyp @nelis1975.
Trivia: In 1905 Hal Aldridge, founded the Aldridge Lumber Company. The timber community of Aldridge grew to 76 buildings, among them a hotel, warehouse, and company store. By 1918, the mill was producing approximately 125,000 board feet of lumber each day. But natural resources have their limits. By 1923 the mill closed and by 1927 Aldridge was a ghost town. A fire took the original mill. The remains of the concrete mill - hand-poured in 1911 - still stand.


Mysterious Dolls

21 porcelain dolls on bamboo stakes were found at Bear Creek Swamp in Alabama. They are all wearing different dresses and all their faces have been painted white. Autauga County Chief Deputy Joe Sedinger said authorities tried to contact the timber company that owns the land, but no one got back to them.

The Montgomery newspaper reports that it has been a rite of passage for groups of teenagers to enter the swamp at night to look for monsters or creatures that are said to roam the swamp.

Bear Creek Swamp is claimed to be haunted by the spirit of a mother looking for her lost child. The dolls are thought to be part of a “ritual” local teenagers do to summon the “spirit.” 

Here is the lowdown on the history of Elkmont, which has been receiving a lot of attention lately due to a recent online article talking about the “discovery” of a forgotten town in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The picture you see here was taken in the Daisy Town neighborhood in October of 2012.

Elkmont’s history begins sometime around 1908, when the Little River Logging Company operated in what would soon become the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Prior to the logging outfit’s presence in Elkmont, this little town was a sleepy farming community high in the mountains. The logging company’s actions drastically changed the landscape of the Smokies. They logged the ancient virgin forests and created vast, clear cut areas. Life in Elkmont was not easy, at least not at first. The economy now revolved around the lumber industry and by this time, a railroad, machine shop, post office, homes, and other buildings were built here. Being a logger was dangerous work and included many risks. Elkmont is also the site of a notorious train wreck that happened in 1909 which involved a logging train manned by engineer Gordon A. “Daddy” Bryson. The train lost control on a downhill grade and it derailed, killing both men. During the 1920s, most of the good timber had been harvested from the Smokies. Since the lumber company could no longer cut quality timber in Elkmont, they decided to move elsewhere in search of more timber. The lumber company soon moved operations to Middle Prong, which is upstream from the former town of Tremont. The railroad was removed and a make shift road was put in its place.

In 1910, Elkmont was also a slowly developing resort town that eventually became known as the “Appalachian Club”. Members of this club built many cabins of different architectural styles along a path which started at the Wonderland Club. Elkmont became a well-known destination for tourists who were making their way through the area and the resort provided a rustic charm and comfort for visitors.

In 1926, Congress passed a law which authorized the creation of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and Elkmont had began another era in its history–from being a logging camp to quaint resort town and to National Park property. The property owners at Elkmont were offered long term leases and the Appalachian and the Wonderland Club were taken by the state and were sold for half their value. The long term leases were relinquished in 1952 for 20 year leases, which would allow enough time to bring electricity to Elkmont. The leases were renewed in 1972 and even though some of the buildings were given longer leases, the last of them expired in 2001. In 1994, Elkmont was added to the National Register of Historic Places.

*clears throat* Timber do you…need company…in the woods? *rubs neck*

t’would be great if ya stayed by me…
Apparently dogs are sociable animals
*Timber barked as Parzival rubbed his huge neck*


Where The Average Weekend Is Anything But: Portland and The Timbers Army

Photos captured by Jordan Beard

Over the past week, Portland, Oregon was situated right on the middle of the global game’s map. From Thierry Henry to Mario Götze, icons and phenoms were filling the streets as the MLS All-Stars welcomed Bayern Munich to town. We were at Providence Park for that match, and it was great. But it wasn’t Portland.

The stadium was packed to the brim and full of fans from overseas, but it wasn’t Portland. So, we returned to see this city’s side play Chivas USA to take in an “average game” and witness the atmosphere that the Timbers Army and company could create.

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Okay, I’m putting this out there.

We all have loved Billie Jean. It’s got a lot of history behind it for us. But, someone suggested buying/trending Kesha’s “Timber” as a way to not only celebrate the end of this circus, but to also show support and solidarity for Kesha and her ongoing battle with Sony. And I think this pretty well encompasses our happiness for Louis being free of this as well as our collective disgust for Sony as a company, as well as our collective support for Kesha.

So, with that, I am suggesting #ProjectTimber. Buying, streaming, trading, and playing “Timber” by Pitbull ft. Kesha whenever this news becomes official.


1,000 Logs + 4,000 Boulders = Happy Fish!

Brush Creek, located in southwest Oregon, is a tributary that feeds the Umpqua River. The Brush Creek watershed contains important habitat for coho salmon, winter steelhead, cutthroat trout, and Pacific lamprey. Historic practices of stream cleaning (removing all the logs from the stream) unfortunately left Brush Creek with poor habitat for fish and other organisms. The “bedrock dominated” habitat had very little gravel for fish to spawn in and very few deep pools that provided cover for adult and juvenile fish. This is an example of this “simplified” habitat.

The Brush Creek watershed restoration project began in 2012, and has placed over 1,000 logs and 4,000 boulders in over 11 miles of stream, drastically improving the fish habitat in the watershed. By placing logs and boulders in to the channel, the logs are able to slow the stream down, thus allowing spawning gravel to drop out during the winter months. The logs and boulders also provide cover during high winter flows for adult and juvenile salmon and trout. The project is a result of a partnership between the BLM, State of Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife, the Partnership for the Umpqua Rivers, and Lone Rock Timber Company. 

Future plans include riparian noxious weed removal and planting of native species and effectiveness monitoring of the instream restoration work in the form of photopoints, spawning surveys, and snorkel surveys to count juvenile fish. This restoration work will act as a “band-aid” fix to provide fish habitat until the trees in the Riparian Reserves can grow and fall into the stream providing the source of instream wood and fish habitat into the future. 

For more photos of the project, head on over to: https://www.flickr.com/photos/blmoregon/sets/72157648390649430/