“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 34 (PG-13, D): Becoming a Real Family, May 02, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #905)

0a-Love-in-the-Great-Pine-Woods_story-cover_Dec2915byGratianaLovelace_180x297rev5(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; all rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins, the late Polly Holliday as the Waitress Madge, Donald Sutherland as Aldus Warren, Teri Polo as Lillian Warren, and Ewan McGregor as David Warren,  and others as noted.]

Author’s Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Author’s Recap from the Previous Chapter:   Celebrating their foster son Bobby’s two year old birthday last Saturday was just a precursor to the main event for Roger and Tessa Delaney—adopting both Bobby Trent and his now fifteen year old sister Alice Trent.


“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 34 (PG-13, D):   Becoming a Real Family

Monday, May 30th, 1956 will be a very full day for the extended Delaney and Wakeforest Families.  The first part will be to extend their family even more—with Roger and Tessa Delaney adopting their foster children fifteen year old Alice Trent and her two year old brother Bobby Trent at the Wakeforest County Courthouse—before going on to celebrate the adoptions and today being Decoration Day [(2)].

Tessa is a little bit nervous today. Not at the prospect of becoming Alice’s and Bobby’s real mother, but because this is a legal proceeding others are involved.  It is not cut and dried.  And when the Wakeforest County Orphanage Director and Social Worker Pauletta Perkins warmly greets Roger and Tessa Delaney and the children at the courthouse, Tessa can tell that Mrs. Perkins is keeping something back while they wait in the reception area for their adoption case to be called into court.

But it is not until Sam and Olivia arrive as family support, that Mrs. Perkins can take Roger and Tessa aside in a quiet corner of the reception area to speak to them privately while Sam and Olivia stay with the children.

Tessa: “What’s wrong?  Won’t the adoption happen today?”  Tessa asks Pauletta Perkins worriedly.

Mrs. Perkins: “I hope that everything will go according to plan. It is just that there has been a … complication.” Mrs. Perkins looks hesitantly at both Tessa and Roger.

Roger:   “Oh?  And what is that?  We have passed all of our home and parenting tests.  Surely we are an exemplary couple as adoptive parents.”  Roger states a bit arrogantly.

Tessa: “Roger!  Don’t go all high handed.  The judge doesn’t care that you’re a prominent businessman.”

Mrs. Perkins: “Actually, the issue is not with the judge, but with a deposition that was entered into the record regarding the family custody rights of Alice and Bobby.”

Tessa: “But they have no family.  That is why they ran away from the social aide people who wanted to adopt Bobby away from Alice.”

Mrs.  Perkins:  “It turns out, that is not entirely accurate.  It seems that a Mrs. Mary Dow—the sister-in-law by marriage of Alice and Bobby’s Mother Mrs. Alene Dow Trent, the late Mrs. Trent’s also now deceased brother Harry Dow—has come forward to question the adoption.”

Roger:  “To question it!  This is intolerable!”  Roger blusters.  And Sam, Olivia, and Alice’s heads turn toward the corner where Roger, Tessa, and Mrs. Perkins are conversing.

Tessa: “Pipe down, Roger.  We don’t want to upset the children.”  And, Tessa thinks, I don’t want him to upset me either.

Mrs. Perkins: “Yes, let’s everyone calm down.  This Mrs. Dow is not prepared to assume custody of the children.  But she does want to insure that they are being well cared for.”

Roger: “Oh I understand.”  His eyes narrow shrewdly.  “This Mrs. Dow has somehow found out that we are wealthy and wants to blackmail us into giving her money in exchange for her giving up her rights of custody.”

Mrs. Perkins tilts her head and shakes her head because she does not know the motives of Mrs. Dow.

Tessa: “We don’t know that.  Maybe she is truly concerned.”  Tessa grasps at hope.

Roger: “You are naïve to think that, Tessa.  Sadly, I have seen a much less honorable side of life from time to time.”

Mrs. Perkins:  “We are getting ahead of ourselves.  The judge asks that we three and Alice meet with Mrs. Dow in his chambers to discuss the situation.”

Tessa: “Oh Pauletta, we won’t lose Alice and Bobby, will we?  I couldn’t bear it!”

Tessa tears up and covers her mouth to stifle her sobs.  Roger puts his arm around her back to comfort her.

Roger:  “Tessa, everything will work out alright.  I promise you.”  Roger feels that he cannot fail Tessa in this one thing that she has asked of him—to become Alice’s and Bobby’s parents.

Tessa: “But you can’t promise that.  Just you saying it will work out, won’t make it happen.”  Tears are streaming down Tessa’s eyes.

Mrs. Perkins: “Tessa, we have to do this meeting in five minutes.  So I suggest you go to the ladies room and splash some water on your face.  Then we will all go in there and face this together.  Remember, Mrs. Dow is not going to ask for custody, so at worst, that might simply delay your adoption proceedings for a few weeks.”

Unfortunately, Mrs. Perkins knows well that this recently revealed Dow-Trent family member could forestall the adoptions completely.  But she is trying to be positive for the Delaneys.


After Roger has a brief chat with Sam and Olivia and Alice about the change in plans, he Alice-nervously-lookingup-isAnnaSophiaRobb_Nov2715google-sized-removed-mic-and-pearlsfeels that Alice [(3) right] is being rather stoic about the whole thing.  Whereas Sam and Olivia look duly worried—as is he.  Bobby at two years old is too little to comprehend the gravity of what being adopted means—as well as what might being prevented from being adopted means.

Tessa rejoins them and they all are shown into the chambers of by Judge Millard Barclay—he moonlights as judge for adoption days, when he isn’t usually  sitting on the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals.  Tom and Olivia are only allowed to join them because they agreed to sit quietly in the back and not interrupt while they hold Bobby.  There is also a stenographer in the room to transcribe the proceedings.

Judge Barclay:  “Mr. and Mrs. Delaney, Mrs. Perkins, and Alice.  We have some unusual circumstances today that need to be addressed before the consideration of the adoption can proceed.”

Alice:  Looking very tired and wan, Alice nods.  “I know, they said that Aunt Mary has turned up.”

Mrs. Perkins: “So you remember your Aunt Mary Dow?  Your Mother’s brother’s wife?”

Alice: “Only a little.  Before they moved away—and when Mommy was still alive—I visited them a few times.  Aunt Mary made me eggs and toast with jelly.”

Judge Barclay: “You don’t remember more about her?”

Alice: “No, Sir.  I was maybe five years old.  Bobby wasn’t even born yet.”

Tessa:  Embracing Alice, she whispers into her ear.  “Everything will be alright.  Mrs. Perkins says that Mrs. Dow doesn’t want to gain custody of you and Bobby.”

Alice: “Then what does she want?”

Judge Barclay: “That is what we will find out.  If everyone will please take a seat and remain quiet, I will have my clerk bring Mrs. Dow in here to my chambers.”

Everyone sits and the clerk leaves the room for a few moments.  When the clerk returns, he is accompanied by a petite middle aged woman dressed quite nicely, thinks Tessa.  Tessa also notices that the woman’s jewelry is very sparing—just wedding rings and earrings.   Mrs. Dow scans the room and sees Alice who is not looking up at the moment—since Alice is quite overwhelmed.  But Mrs. Dow smiles at the young girl, nonetheless.  The judge gestures to a chair for Mrs. Dow to sit in and she does so.

Judge Barclay:  “Mrs. Dow, as you know, your niece and nephew Alice and Bobby Trent have been fostered by this couple here for the past six months.  And this couple hopes to adopt them.”

By usual practice, adoptive parent identities are not divulged unless the parties give their permission.  And Roger and Tessa Delaney have not had the opportunity to waive their right to privacy, so the judge extends it to them as a default choice.

Mrs. Dow:  “Yes.  And I have been told that their foster parent evaluation reports are exemplary.”  Mrs. Dow nods, but she is clearly feeling distressed as she fidgets with a linen handkerchief in her hands.

Both Roger’s and Alice’s heads look up—Roger because Mrs. Dow used the word exemplary as he did just a few minutes ago, and Alice because the lady’s voice sounds familiar.

Alice: “Aunt Mary?”  Alice asks quizzically.

Mrs. Dow: “Yes, Alice Dear.  You’re looking so well.  I’m glad.”

Judge Barclay:  The judge taps his gavel once.  “If everyone would please refrain from speaking to each other directly in this ex parte manner, we might get through this quicker.  I will ask questions of particular individuals and you will direct your answers to me.”

Mrs. Dow: “Yes, of course, your Honor.”  She nods respectfully.

Then the judge looks around the room and everyone else nods.  He has their future Bobby-isanOilPainting-called-blueeyedboy-byDennisFrost-onEbay_Nov2715ebay-crop-sized-blurhappiness in his hands.  So they must do this his way.  Roger and Tessa are sitting quite rigid, holding each other’s hands with each one also holding the hand of one of their foster kids.  And two year old Bobby [(4) right] is a little tired, so he is sitting on his Papa Roger’s lap and dozing.  Mrs. Perkins is trying to keep a benign and hopeful expression on her face while Sam and Olivia sit at the back of the room.

Judge Barclay: “Now!  Mrs. Dow.  Please explain your reasons for coming forward.”

Mrs. Dow: “Well, I had finally received word three months ago that the children’s father had died six months ago–and that the children had gone missing.  I was frantic!  You see, my husband and I had moved away a few years ago–before his sister their mother died.  My husband was in the military.  And then he became sick and my focus was on him and not keeping up with what our niece and nephew were doing, I’m sorry to say.  If we had known that their father had died, too, we would have come forward to help them.  Then when the social aide people told me recently  that they were notified that the children had been found six months ago in Wakeforest and fostered by a local couple who wants to adopt them, this is my first chance to see whether the children were well cared for or not.”

Judge Barclay: “So you would have taken in the Trent children six months ago when their father died?”

Roger and Tessa exchange worried looks.

Mrs. Dow: “Yes, for a while.  But it would not have been a permanent solution.  You see, after my husband died—their Uncle Harry—I had to sell our home and move in with my sister.  But we don’t have enough space for growing children.”

Judge Barclay: “I see. And what questions do you have, if any, Mrs. Dow?”

Mrs. Dow:  “I want to hear from this couple, why they want to adopt Alice and Bobby.”

Judge Barclay: Looking over at Roger and Tessa, he asks.  “Would either of you care to respond to her question?”

Tessa: “We love them!  We want our home to always be their home!”  Tessa blurts out, then she hugs Alice to her.

Judge Barclay:  “And does that satisfy you Mrs. Dow?”

Mrs. Dow: “Partially.  But the husband is very quiet.  What are his feelings?”  She thinks that he does not look very fatherly in his three piece suit and stiff posture—albeit with Bobby napping on his lap.

Judge: “Sir, would you like to respond?”

Roger:  “Yes, I would.”  Roger says crisply as he looks confidently about the room and then he locks eyes with Mrs. Dow.
Tessa: Leaning in, Tessa admonishes her husband in a hushed voice.  “Be humble.”  She is afraid that her businessman husband does not show well to people who do not know him.

Roger: “It will be fine, Tessa.  Have a little faith.”  He whispers back to her.  “Your Honor and Mrs. Dow.  Six months ago, I became a father—at not a young age, mind you. Initially, the experience was quite daunting.   You must understand, I had a well ordered life—well, except for my second wife Tessa here.  She can be unpredicatable at times …”
Tessa: “Hhhh!”  Tessa gasps.  And Sam and Olivia look at Roger wincingly, but they keep quiet as requested by the judge.

Roger: “But in a very good way.” He hastens to add.  “We had both been widowed and then reconnected at our high school reunion nearly four years ago.  And we were married three years ago.”  Roger smiles down at Tessa and she bites her lower lip, wishing her husband were less loquacious.  “Anyway, Alice and Bobby came into our lives at a time when we could help them—give them a proper home, food, clothing, and caring.  But what I realized—and I believe that Tessa did as well—was that our lives had been missing something before Alice and Bobby joined our family.  You see, we had been missing them.  So  although our adopting Alice and Bobby today is about them finding a family to love and to nurture them, Tessa and I are also gaining a family with them.”  Roger smiles, pleased with himself.

Judge Barclay:  “Mrs. Dow?”

Mrs. Dow: “May I also hear from Alice’s own lips what she wants for she and Bobby?”  She asks the judge wincingly.

Judge Barclay:  “You may ask, but Miss Trent has the choice whether to respond or not.  Miss Trent?”

Alice: “I’m Miss Delaney, Judge.  That is what I want to be now.”  Alice has revealed her foster parents’ identity without realizing that it was to be kept secret.  However, Roger and Tessa are grinning lovingly at Alice.  Then she continues on, more quietly as her voice trembles.  “I miss my first parents very much—I will love them always.  But with Mommy Tessa and Daddy Roger, both Bobby and I have found a wonderful and loving home.  And we have lots of aunts and uncles—two are with us today.” Alice gestures to her Aunt Olivia and Uncle Sam sitting in the back of the room—and they smile back at her.  “And we have oodles of cousins.”  Alice smiles broadly.  “We haven’t had this before—so many people we can count on.  We feel safe.  And we feel loved.  Please let us become a real family with the Delaneys.”  She pleads.

Mrs. Dow:  “Thank you, Alice.”  She smiles at her niece.  Then Mrs. Dow turns back to the judge.  “Your honor, I have no objection to Alice and Bobby being adopted by the … Delaney’s, is it?”

Judge Barclay: “Very well!  Mrs. Dow, we will have you sign a form waiving your custody rights.  You must understand that this is irrevocable.”

Mrs. Dow: “I know, your Honor.  But if I may, I would like to give Alice and Bobby and their new parents my address and phone.  So that if they should ever need me in the future, they know how to contact me.”

Judge Barclay: “Is that acceptable, Mr. and Mrs. Delaney?”  Since the cat is out of the bag, the judge does not obfuscate regarding the Delaney’s identity.

Roger and Tessa exchange relieved glances.

Roger: “That is acceptable, your Honor.”

Mrs. Dow:  “There is just one more thing—well things, really.  If I may, Your Honor?”

Judge Barclay: “Such as?”  His eyebrow rises questioningly.

Mrs. Dow:  “I brought some family mementos with me today to give to Alice and Bobby—so that they would have a connection to their Trent and Dow family heritage.”

Judge Barclay:  “Please bring the items forward and place them on my desk.  Mrs. And Mrs. Delaney, Alice, and Mrs. Perkins may also come forward.”

Everyone complies and Mrs. Dow sets a small valise upon the judge’s desk and opens it.

Mrs. Dow: “Alice, and Mr. and Mrs. Delaney, What I have here in this valise—which you may keep to transport the items to your home—are family mementos for Alice and Bobby.”  She brings out each item and explains them.  “First, I went through our family photographs and brought with me pictures that I thought that Alice would especially appreciate—of her parents and grandparents.”

Alice: Taking a picture in her hand, Alice’s eyes go wide.  “Mommy!”  Then she turns to Tessa.  “This was my mother, before she got sick.  She was very pretty, don’t you think?”  Tears form in Alice’s eyes as she remembers her mother whom she lost in death.

Tessa: “Yes, Alice Dear–just like you.”  Tessa soothingly strokes Alice’s shoulder length blond hair.

Mrs. Dow:  “There are also letters that we had received from your parents with mentions of the children—the milestones they reached, or little things they had done.  I was especially amused by this one letter, where your mother thanked us for giving you a pink puddle for your birthday–she meant poodle, but she wrote quickly and misspelled it.”

Alice: “I remember that stuffed poodle.”  Alice smiles fondly.  “I used to sleep with it—until it got so worn that it fell apart.”

Smiling, Mrs. Dow then brings out various other family mementos and gives them to Alice and Bobby.  Then Mrs. Dow hesitates only briefly, and she removes her diamond solitaire engagement ring and hands it to Alice.

Mrs. Dow: “Alice, this engagement ring belonged to my late husband Harry’s and to your late mother Alene’s mother—your grandmother Alice Dow, for whom you were named.  They would want you to have the ring now.”

Alice: “Ohh!  It’s beautiful!  But don’t you want to keep it, Aunt Mary?”  I look up at my Aunt Mary in astonishment.

Mrs. Dow: “I have kept and treasured this ring for a very long time. But now that I’m getting up in years, it’s more important for me to know that I have passed it on to you to have for yourself and for your children and your grandchildren.”

Alice: “Thank you, Aunt Mary.”  I accept the lovely ring with gratitude.

Mrs. Dow: “You’re very welcome, Alice Dear.  You’re my little Alice, all grown up.”   Mrs. Mary Dow smiles with tears in her eyes as she cups Alice’s cheek.   Then Alice leans in to her Aunt Mary and they embrace.  “You be happy dear—Bobby, too.  Mr. and Mrs.  Delaney seem like lovely people.”

Alice: “They are wonderful parents, Aunt Mary.  We are loved and well cared for.”  And Alice’s perspective of the Delaney home being wonderful is not predicated on their material wealth, but rather on the abundant wealth of their hearts in welcoming and sheltering two lost souls in Alice and Bobby, and now becoming their parents.  Alice feels very blessed.

Mrs. Dow:  Then Mrs. Dow turns to Mrs. And Mrs. Delaney and hands them a slip of paper.  “And here is my contact information.  Please call me if there is ever a need for the children.  Thank you for taking them into your home and loving them as your own children.”  Mrs. Dow smiles at them cordially, and Roger and Tessa each shake her hand.

About fifteen minutes later, everyone meets in the courtroom for the formal adoption proceedings—after which, Alice and Bobby are now officially the children of Roger and Tessa Delaney.  There is not a dry eye in the court room—and there are relieved hugs all around in congratulations.

Today is a special day for so many reasons—for Alice and Bobby having a new permanent family with Roger and Tessa Delaney.  But also for the children retaining connections to their Trent and Dow family heritages via their Aunt Mary’s loving gifts.  And Tessa and Roger’s family and their extended Delaney and Wakeforest families can now move forward with their lives now.

Because in just four months’ time, Sam and Olivia will welcome their first born child—which they are reminded of as they leave the courthouse for a family picnic at the Wakeforest County Cemetery park for Decoration Day celebrations to honor the war dead, when Sam’s and Olivia’s baby kicks in her tummy, for the very first time—with Olivia quickly bringing Sam’s hand to her tummy to feel it, too, as the baby gives another kick.  Then Sam and Olivia smile lovingly at each other and they share a tender kiss.

To be continued with Chapter 35

P.S. To learn more about adoption, please visit:    https://www.childwelfare.gov/topics/adoption/


References for Ch. 34  by Gratiana Lovelace, May 02, 2016 (Post #905)

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) Decoration Day, now known as Memorial Day in the U.S., is a day to honor our military dead.  Originally, people would visit cemeteries and decorate the graves with flowers and banners; currently, Memorial Day occurs the last Monday of the month of May; for more about the observance, please visit  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_Day;

3) Alice Trent  looking up nervously is Anna Sophia Robb and was found at http://www.shattalarab.net/up/uploads/1418162081091.jpg

4) Two year old year old baby Bobby image is represented by an oil painting labeled, Per Google search: Vintage Dennis Frost Oil Painting Portrait Blue Eye Boy Illustrate in Book DAVID”was found at http://thumbs2.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/m9qlbLbMEEkpzbNhyVFNcTw.jpg



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Silly Saturday-Sunday—“Richard Armitage || [So NOT] bad-tempered and moody” vid, April 30-May 01, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #904)


The exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage (right)
is a lovely man in every RichardArmitage--TwitterAvatar-plus_revApr3016RCArmitage-viaGratiCapway.  If Richard Armitage is moody, then I am positively silly.  Works for me!

Thanks to Denise M. for sharing the link to this lovely and charming video of Richard Armitage’s [NOT] moody side!

“Richard Armitage || bad-tempered and moody” vid by frankreich


P.S.  I’m having a little treat of reading/writing and Richard Armitage fangurling (above) before buckling down to crunch some budget numbers for several hours tonight (Saturday night)–and possibly Sunday–in prep for fiscal year end stuff at the office on Monday.  I wonder if Harry Kennedy would mind coming by to help out?  Ha!

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Wild Wonderful Wednesday—Richard Armitage Character Gifs TheRApy,  April 27, 2016  Gratiana Lovelace (Post #903)

While I’m still trying to recover from whatever upper respiratory flu/seasonal allergy bug that has been invading my body the last three days, here are a few Richard Armitage character gifs I found–or were shared by others, Thanks!—for some Richard Armitage therapy, to cheer us up!

And if any of these are your gifs, please let me know so that I may credit you properly.



Now that I have your attention, we can all breathe a sigh of relief:

Well, some of us can breathe, anyway.  Ha!


Now don’t be shy:

On second thought, bashfulness is one of your most endearing qualities.  Sighhhh!

But, of course, we swoon with your boldness to express your love for your heart’s true love and soul mate– my personal favorite from Tempella Tumblr (as seen on my sidebar):


And you boldly take on athletic roles that show your graceful prowess in movement and use of sharp metal objects:

Because with a warrior’s skill, Richard Armitage portraying Thorin Oakenshield demonstrates his graceful yet deadly finesse (gif from Midnight xSun Tumblr, and a search of “Thorin” begat other gifs there.  Thanks):


And the piece de resistance as shared by Sueli on Facebook (Thanks!):

I rather like the old time movie feel of the sepia tone coloring—and it helps with unifying the various gifs together in the grid.  Whomever created this gif grid collage did a fantastic job!  If this is your gif creation, please let me know so that I can properly credit you.


P.S.  And if all of these gifs don’t clear my congestion—as I breathe more rapidly in delight–then nothing will. Ha! Hope you have a gReAt day!  Cheers!

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In Memoriam–Heaven couldn’t wait:  RIP Prince, April 23, 2016  Gratiana Lovelace (Post #902)

The losses to the entertainment industry keep coming:  David Bowie, Glenn Frey, Alan Rickman, George Kennedy, Garry Shandling, Patty Duke, and others.

Prince-scene-from-When-Doves-Cry-video-onPrince-Vevo_Apr2216cap-by-GratiPrince in “When Doves Cry” video, Cap by Grati

And now his purpleness, the purple one, The Artist formerly known as Prince, is no more.  He was only 57 years old when he died on April 21, 2016.  Heaven couldn’t wait—and it’s “Partying like it’s 1999” to have him join their musical chorus:


Prince’s music blazed trails as much for its distinctive melodies and unapologetic view of life and relationships:
1)“When Doves Cry”  from Purple Rain

2)  And seeming to channel Liza Minelli’s hairstyle in the video for  “Raspberry Beret”

3)  “Little Red Corvette”

Diminutive in height at only 5 ft 2 in tall, Prince dominated the music industry as a giant of a talent (as noted bel0w)—composing, recording, producing, acting—he did it all:

“Prince sold over 100 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling artists of all time.[2]He won seven Grammy Awards,[3] Golden Globe Award,[4] and an Academy Award.[5] He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004, the first year of his eligibility.[6] Rolling Stone ranked Prince at number 27 on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.[7]  “

He was a tidal wave of talent, with a zest for life to match.  And conveyed that joie de vivre in his videos, such as “Let’s Go Crazy”


Prince was the ultimate entertainer, entrepreneur, artist, and legendary music man.  He will be missed, but he lives on in his music, and in our hearts.

“Purple Rain” as sung by Prince at the 2007 Super Bowl


Purple irises to lead Prince home to heaven (irises below):


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Thursday’s RAndom RAmbling thoughts from Grati-land, April 21, 2016  Gratiana Lovelace (Post #901)

I have several RAndom RAmbling thoughts floating around my brain this week.  And I do not promise any cohesion to them.  I’m just writing them down for your consideration:

  1. Our university’s Spring semester is quickly winding down.  You can always tell when you’re near the end of a term—the pigs aren’t flying, but putting the fiscal year to bed takes almost as much effort as would one hundred people frantically blowing underneath  a pig to try to levitate it.  Maybe we need to see if we can paint the pig’s belly with a magnetic paint and then turn on a superconducting magnet to repel it—thus levitating it?  Of course with me being animal friendly, I would never suggest nor condone animal experimentation.  However, I am less fastidious about fish—and they are lighter weight for levitating.  Hmmm.

    Anyway, our department happens to have a 1200 plus pound example of a powerful coiled magnet tucked under a table in one of the advanced instructional labs.  It’s about one foot in diameter—yes, diameter—and about three feet long (kind of like the image below).  The magnet is not currently used and it is too heavy to move—at all.  And we can’t figure out how to transport it should we wish to try to decommission it.  They must have gotten it into the building’s 3rd floor with a crane nearly forty years ago contemporary to when the elevator addition to the building was installed.  The magnet is not going anywhere—which kind of feels like the state of higher education funding in our state the past year—no funding to universities yet and we’re working on borrowed tiome. Perhaps the state will pass a budget before the next fiscal years starts?  The phrase, when pigs fly comes to mind again.large-coiled-wire-magnetIMG_4014_Apr2016nsw-edu-au

2. Have I mentioned before that I work in a university science department’s main office? I am the business manager and departmental advisor and alumni relations person—my B.S. and M.S. are actually in communication and English, not science. But working around scientists and our students all this time, I love their gee whiz attitude about science.  What made me think of the superconducting magnet was that last week, an alumnus from 1989—yes, 27 years ago—stopped by our department office with his now college age daughter, and they were visiting our university  to chat, specifically to me.  I was very touched.

I’m in my 30th year in my department and I’m always delighted hear from and have visits by our former students.  In my role for alumni relations in our department, I have interacted with our alums quite frequently even from the 1960’s—when I would have been in grade school (Ha!).  However the oldest then living alum—at that time–that I had ever had contact with, graduated in the 1920’s.  So it’s humbling to work with so many generations of our alumni.

And for our alums who are still living—several as far back as having graduated in the 1960’s– I kind of serve as a bridge, a connection for our alums to our current department faculty and staff and students, since none of these alumni former professors are still teaching.  And of our alums from the 1980’s, only one professor has yet to retire, but he has a reduced schedule.  So, sometimes I’m our alums key link to their undergraduate experience.  That’s a daunting thought.  And this particular alumnus had had a 1989 undergraduate research project on—you guessed it—super conducting magnets.

I remember that he and his research project partner—a then rare woman science undergraduate (since we have a lot of women students and faculty in our department now due to our 30 plus years of recruitment and retention initiatives)—had back then eagerly showed me their small half inch sized circular levitating magnets (think TUMS medicine size, but not chewable, ha!).  It was really magical!   Below is a video with a similar levitating demonstration.   Who needs David Copperfield to make the Statue of Liberty vanish when you have the magic of science exploring daily phenomena in the world around us?

3. And, finally, as my own years advance—I’m in my mid fifties, which I admit freely (better than the alternative)—I find that I am trying to use technology as much as possible to stave off evidence of my aging. Better living through chemistry, as they say.  No, not my department, by the way.  Now that will have you guessing which science department do I work for?  Ha!  Anyway, advanced skin creams/lotions, hair dye, and my now vegetarian diet status are all attempts to diminish or delay aging.

And it’s not too little too late, because I stayed out of the sun—or used heavy sunscreen—since I was fair skinned.  And I have used facial creams since starting by sleeping with Noxema slathered on my face during my junior high and high school years—thirty to forty years ago. I have graduated to the Oil of Olay age defying eye gel—love that stuff!  So my skin is still quite supple and not riddled with age spots. Though I seem to have an age bump—a bb gun pellet sized nodule underneath the skin near my right elbow that I worry at—rubbing it every now and again.  It has only recently surfaced—and my doctor says that bumps of this nature are a sign of aging.    And it would be nice if the doctors would remove this bump.

However, my skin isn’t perfect.  I have bright red cheeks from a butterfly pattern of rosacea that is common amongst those with the Sjogren’s autoimmune disease/syndrome.  But makeup covers that redness up nicely.  And then, of course, I put on a pale blush over it to put the color back in my cheeks.  Ha!  And with my having Sjogren’s, I’m dry all over.  So skin lotions and creams, throat gel moisteners, etc., come in handy.  Maybe I’ll check with a dermatologist about that bump, though.

Of course, my dyed hair is a gradually developing work of follicular fabrications—dying 2013--Grati-reddish-hair-from-swimming-pool-chemicals_Apr2016gratithe few gray hairs, I have is what I mean.  For the longest time, I embraced my reddish auburn haired roots—literally, with styles that gave my hair a burnished glow (right, during my swimming pool chemicals period three years ago).  But last week, I opted to have my stylist try to dye my hair darker, for a more brunette hair coloring.  She did and I loved it!  My hair and my eye brows matched again!  Ha!

But then I noticed a funny thing this past Monday—one week out from my brunette hair dye job.  My auburn highlights started peeking through—and even a single gray hair surfaced.  You see, I wash my hair every morning in the shower.  I like that freshly washed hair sheen to my hair every day.  But I think that also means that I’m washing away the brunette dye.  Dang!  Oh my hair still looks nice, I just wanted it to be less red. Oh well.

And maybe my newish (since March 2nd) vegetarian diet (with less protein) is having an affect on how my body assimilates hair dye or other body enhancing chemicals—such as makeup?  I need to work harder to consume more protein since I’m not getting it from meat sources.  So it’s back to more apples and peanut butter for an afternoon snack.  Snap!

And these meandering rambling thoughts of mine bring me back to what started me thinking in the first place—and why you’ve possibly waded your way all the way down my post.  The new picture of the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage with his definitely reddish brown hair—dare I label it auburn?–taken with his “Berlin Station” tv show stylist Maske (below; thanks to Teresa A for pointing me to it!).  Yup, Richard and I could be hair color twins almost.    Though I’m sure that the lighting above his head has something to do with it.  Ha!  And I seriously think that almost 45 year old Richard shown below in 2016 while during production of his EPIX produced tv show “Berlin Station” as had some great facials or skin creams/lotions, because he looks great!  He is smiling, relaxed, stubbled (always more youthful than having a beard), and handsome (as always), etc.  Sighhhh!

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original image                         Grati’s color correction


And below left is Richard Armitage again at that earlier Berlin, Germany Medienboard film industry event:

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2016                            2009

Also very nice!  Sighhhh!  Richard Armitage (above left) doesn’t look a day over … 38. And, for comparison, above right  is a picture of Richard Armitage at the age of 38 in 2009. Not bad.   Of course, his boyishly/bashfully faint smile (in the left image) adds to his overall youthfulness and charm, IMHO.   Whereas the 2009 portrait on the right seems to have the teeniest bit of a smirk hovering around his lips, trying to burst forth—making him smoulder quite magnificently!

So if Richard Armitage has found the fountain of youth, maybe he can share it with the rest of us?  Pretty please?  And if he likes, I could see if anyone in our department wants to try that levitating trick for him as his prize/reward.  Or, are there 100,000 plus Richard Armitage fangirls willing to exhale forcefully upward–from underneath him–in repeated puffs to try to levitate Richard?  Well, his 6 foot 3 inch height would require more effort—in terms of lung power–to levitate.  And doing so with Richard would definitely be more fun than with trying to float/levitate a pig.  *wink*


Nota Bene:  Oh no!  I forget to label my post with a *facetious alert* notice at the beginning.  Oh well.  At least you might be impressed with my ability to paraphrase  blowing anywhere near Richard’s direction.  *face palms*

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“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 33 (PG-13):   Playing nice in the sandbox, April 18, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #900)

0aaa-Love-in-the-Great-Pine-Woods_story-cover_Jan0516byGratianaLovelace_3intall-rev7(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; all rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins, the late Polly Holliday as the Waitress Madge, Donald Sutherland as Aldus Warren, Teri Polo as Lillian Warren, and Ewan McGregor as David Warren,  and others as noted.]

Author’s Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Author’s Recap from the Previous Chapter:   Sam Wakeforest opens up to his wife Olivia about his World War II experiences and how it affected him.  He also reveals to his wife some of his reasons for beginning a relationship eleven years ago for five years with Lola Campbell, now Lillian Warren—their baby’s nursery room designer.  After speaking with Lillian/Lola over the phone to gently let her off the hook as their designer, Olivia convinces her husband Sam to explain himself to Lillian/Lola—and he does, ultimately apologizing to and thanking Lillian/Lola for helping him through a tough time in his life acclimating to civilian life after the war.  Lillian/Lola quietly thanks Sam, then hangs up.  Sam may never be fully able to make amends to Lillian/Lola, but it is enough for each of them that he cared enough about her to try.

And Sam’s wife Olivia feels a burden lifted off of their shoulders.  Though Sam and Olivia need time to recover their equilibrium, the little ones in the extended Wakeforest and Delaney families have their own wishes and time tables.  Because though Sam and Olivia have four more months yet to wait for their bundle of joy to arrive and they become parents, Sam’s sister Tessa and her husband Roger—Olivia’s brother—will become real parents next week via adoption as their foster son Bobby turns two, with his charming fifteen year old sister Alice also being adopted by the Delaneys.  But first, they have Bobby’s 2nd birthday party to enjoy.


“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 33 (PG-13):   Playing nice in the sandbox

Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney does not do parties by halves—nor even by two thirds.  She goes all out—as evidenced by her family birthday party for their soon to be adopted foster daughter fifteen year old Alice last month.  Now comes Alice’s toddler brother–and Tessa’s and Roger’s foster son–Bobby’s two year old birthday on Saturday, May 28th and Tessa will make it a child’s extravaganza.  This party is kind of a double celebration since on Monday morning, Tessa and Roger Delaney will legalize their adoption of Alice and Bobby.

Though Tessa’s party planning has been in the advanced stages for several weeks, her 2nd husband Roger Delaney merely asks her to be somewhat restrained for his sake.  The man has been wed to her for two years and he should know better.  Roger asking his wife Tessa to be restrained is akin to asking the sun not to shine or the stars not to twinkle.  It just isn’t happening.  And this Saturday birthday party and related activities will test Roger’s limits of patience and endurance.

But then, for the Wakeforests—especially for Roger’s four brothers-in-laws—needling Roger out of his comfort zone is just one of the perks of their sister Tessa being married to him.  And Tessa’s eldest younger brother Sam Wakeforest—who also happens to be married to Roger’s sister Olivia—will be the ringleader.

The day begins innocently enough—at 6:30am in the morning on Saturday, May 28th 1956.  The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and a smallish 4 ton bulldozer—fitted with a shovel rather than a plow–and three trucks heavily laden with supplies trundle up the driveway of Delaney Manor.  And then the four large vehicles proceed to drive around the large mansion—on the grass, or what now used to be grass before the bulldozer tracks churned it up—and make their way to the backyard of the property.

With bulldozer and trucks gears shifting loudly, the inevitable happens—as Roger Delaney is rudely awakened from his sleep as he bolts upright in bed.

Roger:  “What’s that sound?”  Roger looks around and sees and hears the loose objects on his dresser jangling and falling off to the thickly carpeted floor with a thunk.  Bulldozers are not called earth moving equipment for nothing and their four tons ambling across the back lawn do create a vibration effect—along with the loud rumbling noise. He shakes his contentedly sleeping wife hugging her pillow next to him.  “Tessa!  Wakeup!  I think we’re having an earthquake!”  Tessa wears ear plugs to ward off Roger’s loud snoring—which, though lacking in whole house vibrational effects, is noisier than the bulldozer.     So only Roger’s shaking her rouses Tessa from sleep.

Tessa: “What?”  Tessa sleepily looks at her alarm clock that says 6:45am.  “It’s early.  Go back to sleep, Roger.”  She closes her eyes and tries to do just that.

Roger:  “No!  Something is happening!  The whole house is shaking!”  Roger jumps out of bed in alarm—and with an alacrity not usually found in his often deskbound 51 year old banker’s frame–and he dashes around to Tessa’s side of the bed.  Whereupon, Roger tries to lift her into his arms and carry her to the door jam—something he learned in civil defense in high school.  However, the petite Tessa is still too much for her middle aged husband as she squirms and he collapses with her onto the plush carpeted floor—with her landing on top of him.

Tessa: “Hey!  What’s going on?”  Tessa startles, now fully awake.  “Roger, If you wanted some morning nookie so bad, all you have to do is ask.  She winks at him coyly.

The fact that each of them are only partially clothed—with Roger wearing only his pajama pants bottoms and Tessa only wearing her husband’s pajama top—means that bare skin is in abundance.  And the still sometimes staid Roger blushes.

Roger: “Tessa, not now!  We have to go see what is going on in the back yard!”  Their master suite faces the back yard, so they are hearing and feeling the full effects of the invasion.

Tessa: “Oh!  Yippee!”  She squeals as she pushes off of her husband and stands up.

Roger:  “Ufff!”  Roger coughs with Tessa pushing off of him.

Tessa:   “I forgot!  Sam and the boys were coming over early to build Bobby a sandbox from us for his 2nd birthday!”

Roger: “A sandbox? From us?”  Roger bellows in confusion.  And Tessa nods brightly as she slips on some undies, then some pink exercise stretch pants.  “In our back yard?”

Tessa peels off Roger’s pajama top and throws it to him—leaving him momentarily speechless at viewing her charms in the full light of the morning.  Then Tessa quickly dons a bra and zips up her pink exercise jacket.

Tessa: “Oh, come on!  We have to show them where to put the sand box!”  Tessa kisses her surprised husband on his lips, then skitters out of their bedroom, in order to head outside.

Roger: “Tessa, wait!”  But Roger’s appeal is too late as he stands and puts on his pajama top and dons his red brocade robe–tightening his belt as if to gird his loins for battle.  But all it has the effect of doing is cutting off his circulation around his hiatal hernia that was recently repaired.  So he loosens his belt.

Eventually, Roger also makes his way downstairs and out onto the terrace to see what all the fuss is about.  The vision that greets him is his tall and taciturn brother-in-law Sam using the Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill bulldozer and carefully scraping off the grass where Tessa is pointing about 20 yards beyond their patio terrace—while his other brothers-in-laws unload their wood and tools from their three trucks.  Sam will reuse this grass sod later to repair the side yard grass that was torn up by the bulldozer tracks.  But Roger doesn’t know that yet.

Roger flails his arms and runs over to Tessa standing at the base of the terrace steps.

Roger:  “Stop!  Stop!  What are you doing?”

Tessa: “I told you!  They’re building Bobby’s sandbox.”  She shakes her head and continues to point to where Sam is scooping up the grass and making a level spot to situate the sandbox.

Roger: “But I don’t want a sandbox!”  Roger tries to make himself heard over the din of the bulldozer.

Tessa:  “Silly!  It’s not for you.  The sandbox is for Bobby’s 2nd birthday today!”  Tessa rolls her eyes and Roger fumes, speechless, for once.

Then as they carry their wood and tools, the Wakeforest brothers  each file past a stupefied looking Roger Delaney, greeting him with swift nods of their heads.  With Kevin and William each holding one end of several 8 foot long and 2 inch thick wooden boards.

Kevin:  “Roger.”

William:  “Roger.”

Todd: “Roger.”  Actually, to be fair, Todd is limping a bit and still using a cane from his earlier mountain injury last fall.  So he is carrying the power tools, screws, and such.

Roger: Then Roger finds his voice again.  “But a sandbox will track in sand!  It will be a mess!”  Roger tries to reason with his wife Tessa—as if reason had anything to do with it.

Tessa: “Oh Roger.  We’ll vacuum. You won’t notice any sand being tracked into the house.”

And yet, Roger is undeterred—still trying to put forth an argument against a sandbox—even as Sam completes the ground leveling and verifies that with leveling tools after Sam hops down from the cab of the bulldozer.

Roger:  “Buttt … but ..”  Rogers sputters, then points.  “It will ruin the view if you put the sandbox there.”

Tessa: “The only view that I care about is being able to watch Bobby play and supervise him from the terrace.  That is, when I’m not playing in the sandbox with him.”  Tessa glares at her husband Roger.

Roger: “And it will be huge!  Those must be 12 foot long boards!”

Tessa: “A boy has to have room to play, and room for his playmates!”  Tessa argues.

Sam saunters over to Roger and Tessa and folds his arms across his chest—him clutching the rolled up sandbox plans in his hand.

Sam: Then unfurling the sandbox plans with a photo of what the finished sandbox will

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look like [(2a) right] and showing them to Roger, Sam clarifies.  “Actually, the sandbox pit will be 6 foot square and two feet deep—with  1 foot wide and 8 foot long bench seating all around bringing the sandbox up to 8 foot square.  And we’ll even make a removable sandbox top for you to prevent critters from taking it over.”  Sam and his brothers will build up the sides of the sandbox with partially notched corners for strength and to serve as a base for the bench seating—fitting the boards together rather like Lincoln Logs toys [(2b)] that they played with as children, Lincohn Logs being the present that Sam and Olivia will give to Bobby for his 2nd birthday today.

Tessa:  “See, Roger?  Not 12 feet!”

Roger:  “8 foot square is still big!”  Roger pouts like a little boy.

Sam:  “Give it up, Roger.  Tessa is winning this one, fella.”  Sam’s sister Tessa grins broadly at her husband Roger.

Roger: “How can you be so blasé, Sam?”  Roger looks at his brother-in-law Sam with a look of annoyed confusion.

Sam:  “Not my wife.”  Sam cocks his head at his brother-in-law with a smirking grin.  Then Sam returns to help his brothers build the sandbox for their nephew Bobby.

Roger’s mouth drops open in shock. His brothers-in-law are doing his wife’s, their sister’s, bidding—without consulting him.

Tessa:  “Close your mouth, Roger Dear.”  Tessa gently pushes up on her husband’s chin.  “You’ll catch flies with that.”  Then she turns to her brothers and waves.  “Thanks, fellas!  We’ll have breakfast out here on the terrace for you in an hour!”   Then clasping her husband Roger’s hand in hers, Tessa returns to the house, tugging him along.  “Come along, Roger. If you’re a good boy, you’ll get a present, too.”  Tessa smiles coquettishly at her blushing husband Roger—who then catches up to her and hurries her along into their home.

Later around lunch time, Tessa and Roger Delaney host a wonderfully playful extended Delaney and Wakeforest family wiener roast 2nd birthday party for their foster son Bobby—with lawn games and such.    And Bobby is thrilled with his new sandbox!  His smile is so wide that Tessa thinks his face might solidify into a permanent grin.  Then Bobby grabs handfuls of sand and putting it on overturned pail bottoms.  Bobby hasn’t quite learned the concept of putting things into something yet.  But all of Bobby’s foster cousins show him how it is done.  And Bobby’s sister Alice also helps him build a castle and moat.

And in true Tessa form, the birthday celebrants—including adults–are all admonished to doff their shoes and socks and wade into the sandbox barefoot.  And though muttering mightily, Roger removes his shoes and socks and rolls up his trouser pants leg and stiffly stands in the center of the sandbox next to his foster son Bobby—who tugs on his papa’s pants leg.  Roger looks down at the happy child—at Bobby’s glee in scooping sand with his shovels.  And Roger can’t help but smile at Bobby’s carefree innocence.

Then Tessa calls everyone back to the terrace for the birthday cake.  Roger waves at his wife with a smile—not watching as Bobby scoops more sand.  Then Rogers leans down and he lifts Bobby into his arms and hands him off to his brother-in-law Sam standing outside the sandbox–who carries him to the terrace with his wife Olivia by his side as they dote on their foster nephew.  And Roger carefully steps out of the sandbox—him not wanting to sit down on the wooden bench, in case he might get splinters or snag a thread on his trousers.  But, of course, Sam and his brothers had already planed and sanded the seat bench smooth to prevent splinters—on Bobby.

Later that afternoon—after seeing off all of their family after Bobby’s birthday party—Tessa carries a very tired 2 year old Bobby up to his bedroom for a nap.  Meanwhile, Roger walks into his den study to sit and rest a bit, too.  But he snaps his fingers and realizes that he has become so uncharacteristically comfortable being barefoot that he left his shoes on their terrace.  He will go and retrieve his shoes to put them on—like the staid buttoned up banker he is, even on the weekends.  But first, Roger reaches down to unroll his trouser pants legs—and some of Bobby’s sand that he had put into his papa’s rolled up trouser pants legs folds, falls out onto the carpet, to Roger’s chagrin as he grimaces to an empty room.

But then Roger smiles and thinks that sons come with sandboxes—and sand.  Because come Monday, their foster son Bobby and their teen foster daughter Alice will become their children legally.  And both Roger and Tessa can’t wait to officially become their foster children’s official parents.

To be continued with Chapter 34


References for Ch. 33  by Gratiana Lovelace, April 18, 2016 (Post #900)

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2ab) The sample sandbox image was found at http://cambiumgroup.ca/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Latitude2007-GardenProducts-Sandbox.jpg;  for information about the history of Lincoln Log toys, please visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln_Logs ;


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THUD Thursday: Richard Armitage 2013 LA BAFTA Tea Party portrait beard manip from RA Bulgaria launches 1,000 bursting ovaries, April 14, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #899)

The oh so talented British actor Richard Armitage is a dangerously handsome man!


Oh my!  That seductively piercing smouldering gaze, long hair, and a beard?  Even if the beard is a manip, it is masterfully done!


This beard manip above (watermark says RA Bulgaria) just launched 1,000 bursting ovaries!  Sighhh! Love it!



Although, a recent 2016 Richard Armitage as Daniel Miller filming “Berlin Station”, sighs rather heart stoppingly, too!  Thanks to Noemi Standring for the gif link!

Richard Armitage Armitage Army on Instagram: “Thank you to UltraVeloce on twitter for the gif 😀…


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