The Great Depression
It’s odd to admit that The Great Depression fascinates me, especially since it was a dark period in American history. But it does fascinate me, enough so that I’ve written several short stories and a couple novels (unpublished) based in the era. How people lived, what they ate, how they entertained themselves – most of all how they survived that period – it intrigues me.
Following WWI, during the Roaring Twenties the economy and America thrived. The present and future appeared bright. A few economists predicted that the good times couldn’t last forever, but the world paid little attention. Throughout 1929, there were signs of a slowing economy, and then on October 24th – what is now known as Black Thursday – the stock market crashed. In the following weeks, it was confirmed that the perpetual party of the 1920’s was over and that a new, bleak era was being ushered in.
For the next decade, America and the rest of the world endured the Great Depression. Images of bank closures and people lined up for soup kitchen often crop up in the history books and on the internet. As well as the famous photograph of the careworn mother and her children. My four grandparents lived through the Great Depression and that part of their lives affected their experiences and behavior. Even late in life, they couldn’t shake off those memories. Growing up, I heard countless stories of those days. My grandmother, Margaret, was very candid about the past. She would have just turned twelve when the stock market crashed and she would have been sixteen in 1933, which was considered one of the worst years during the Depression. Her memories were vivid, painting a picture that the history books couldn’t. She was the third of six children – her eldest brother died as a baby – her father was a boiler maker and her mother a housewife. They were a loving Christian family, which is what I believe brought them through the hardest of times. Grandma and her family never went hungry, however, there were many times they didn’t know they’d make ends meet. Yet somehow, they always did.
Hobos would show up on their back porch. A picture of a cat had been drawn on their fence, signaling to other hobos that a kind lady lived there. And my great-grandmother, Edith, was kind, feeding whoever was hungry. If great-grandpa, Charles was present, the visitor would be welcomed in the kitchen to eat and for a nice conversation. Charles always had a job, unfortunately he didn’t always have work and was often sent home. By 1933, his health began to fail and two weeks before Margaret’s sixteenth birthday, he died. Extended family planned to help, by splitting up the family. So-and-So would take Margaret, So-and-So would take Bettie, So-and-So would take Russel…but Edith was adamant: “We may starve together, but we will stay together.” For the remainder of the 1930s, they banded together to survive.
The weather seemed to turn against the country as well. Dust storms struck all over America, costing lives and ruining livelihoods. It soon became known as the Dust Bowl. Lightening accompanied the storms, and folks would hang chains off the bumpers of their cars to prevent them from being stuck. If caught in a dust storm, one would have to cover their face with a cloth and walk backwards against the gusts. Houses had to be shut up tight, windows closed and key holes plugged to prevent the dust from seeping in. But old houses had their crevices and dust would get in somehow. Decades later, Margaret and others who lived through the Dust Bowl, out of habit would place cups and bowls upside down in the cabinets because that is what they did to prevent dust from collecting on their dishes.
Clothing was rarely store bought. Dresses were made from stylishly printed feed sacks, using patterns, and sewn by hand, or by sewing machine. Sweaters and cardigans were knitted or crocheted. Shoes were worn at work and school, but at home if the weather was seasonable, they went barefoot to preserve their shoes. Clothing was patched and mended and passed from one sibling down to another, then onto another family. Like many of that era, Margaret left high school early to work. She was first a maid, then she worked in a number of factories. Her earnings of $4 a week went to the household. Later during WWII, when she earned $16, she was allowed to keep $4 for herself, and felt she was rich.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt was elected president and was eventually voted into office three more terms, holding the position until his death in 1945. After Herbert Hoover, who was oblivious to the suffering of the American people, many trusted Roosevelt would lead the nation through the dark times. His New Deal, his relief programs, his steadiness, his fireside chats were a beacon of hope. His assurances that they had “nothing to fear but fear itself” spoke volumes. Despite his attempts to alleviate the financial woes and troubles of the 1930s, the US didn’t rise out of the Great Depression until the onslaught of WWII.
Years later, Grandma told me that her life had been a hard one, but it had been good and satisfying. I believe many of that era would say as much. I don’t know if it is the Great Depression that is my favorite era, or if it’s the people who lived during that time. They possessed an indomitable spirit. After the Great Depression, they endured WWII and more or less saved the world. That generation proved to us that whatever trials we may face today, this too shall pass.
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Like Real People Do
Halsin x F! Tav
18+ hurt/comfort, tenderness, implied trauma, oral (f!), face riding, fingering (f!), pants cumming (m!), a little shadowheart love at the end. as a treat!
Since fleeing the vampire lord's grasp Tav is settling into a peace she has not known for years. And finds she has a large welcome guest in her perfect exile...
Part 1, Part 2
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Laying on her back in the grass she felt... happy. Content. A rediscovered feeling since her escape from his grip. The first gusts of night air tickling her face.
The Selune outpost had become her sanctuary, though she was still hesitant about worship. Seen too many messy gods in the flesh to put her faith in them, killed a few too.
In the weeks she had been there she had gotten stronger, her figure filling back out some. Her face a little less haunted. Even her laugh regaining its power. The life slowly dripping back into her.
Even getting closer to the worshippers, all of them recognizing her and waving hello. Of course they still didn't know who she was, her appearance quite different from the days of defending The Gate, and honestly it worked in her favor.
Of course Shadowheart had been with her every step of the way. Holding her on nights she woke shaking. Encouraged her to eat, bringing her the best fruit, a bowl filled to the brim with stew. Cheered her on as she managed her first few pull-ups in years on a tree outside.
Sitting up to breathe in the heady scent of the orchard, she heard a thud behind her. Turning to see warm hazel eyes filled to the brim with adoration, pack dropped in the grass.
"Tav!" Halsin exclaimed, rushing to her. Scooping her up so easily around her thighs. Holding her up high, close to the heavens.
His face split in a joyful smile as he spun her in a circle.
"Easy!" She laughed, his joy infectious. "You're going to make me dizzy!" As if she wasn't already, her heart lit up like a firework.
A few new scars peppered his face, but he still looked good. Really good.
"Your hair!" Tav marveled, taking a lock in her fingers. "It's long!"
Reaching below his clavicle, the chestnut tresses still deftly braided here and there.
"As is yours!" He smiled, gently pulling her long braid over her shoulder. "Impressive!"
She tried to hide the slight discomfort in her eyes. Her hair still something she hadn't processed yet.
"I'm sorry Tav," Seeing the strain in her face he released her braid, the end swinging back down to the base of her spine. His arm still holding aloft. All soft love in his eyes. "I've been so excited to see you I've forgotten myself."
She knew that he knew there was more to her discomfort, but appreciated the out.
"Oak Father preserve me, you are so beautiful. Memories didnt do you justice." One hand cupping her cheek, arm still supporting her around her thighs.
"Oh Gods, you're already going to make me cry." Tav laughed truthfully, biting her lip. "And you're going to have to put me down eventually."
"Allow me some more, please." He laughed, releasing her far down enough that she could wrap her legs around his middle. "My journey has been long and I've been nearly mad with the thought of drinking you in again."
Gods she missed the deep rumble of his voice, a bow pulled across cello strings. Sending tingles down the back of her skull.
She naturally rested her head on his chest, sighing contently. So warm.
"Please take me inside Halsin."
Laying back in a hot bath she melted under his touch. Strong hands massaging her scalp. The air heavy with lavender, rosemary.
It was almost overwhelming, being showered with so much care. After so long of being nothing but a prized posession to feel so loved was nearly too much.
Aware that she was softly crying again Tav chastised herself. Just be here, be with him.
"Would you like me to stop?" Halsin asked gently, hands slowing.
"No, you're perfect." She sighed, closing her eyes again. "I'm just... not used to this anymore. Being treated so well."
He cupped the back of her head, coming around to look in her eyes. "Did he hurt you?"
"Not physically." She winced slightly, not entirely truthful. Flashes of pale hands. Rough. Taking. "I was looked after. Oh he had endless servants to cater to me but there was only possession there, not care. Not love. I couldn't go anywhere without his approval." She laughed coldly. "Couldn't even decide what I wore. I was a glorified doll. One that he would fuck on the side. Just a thing to be paraded around. To do with as he pleases." She blinked, all of it pouring venomous from her.
"Is this...?" He trailed off, lifting her hair from the back of the tub.
"Yes," She sighed bitterly. "He liked it long."
He circled back behind her, braiding it in strong sure strokes. Kissing each tip of her ears.
She leaned back, suddenly so tired again. Would she ever be truly free of him? Would he haunt her body forever?
A sound of cutting jolted her eyes open. A weight pulling away from her head.
She turned as Halsin held a length of braid in his hand. Nearly a meter of it. The remaining falling gently onto the backs of her shoulder blades.
"Halsin!" She gasped, wide eyed.
"He cannot have you anymore." He said, voice barely above a snarl. Eyes glowing gold faintly.
She stared at him in shock.
Rising out of the tub she held both sides of his face roughly and caught his mouth in hers.
His hand gripping her hip, other tangled in her newly free hair he kissed back with restraint. A low growl reverberating from his chest.
Looping her arms around his neck she stood to go to him. He hooked under her thighs and lifted her out easily, not breaking their hold on eachother.
"Oh I'm getting you all wet." She blushed.
"Small price to pay." He chuckled, laying her down on the bed. Pulling the damp tunic off his wide shoulders.
She looked up at him, a thrill in her chest. Gods she had forgotten that he looked like that.
Tav was not a small person, tall, usually quite curvy and muscular. Filling out her clothes in several ways. Though the dark years had thinned her out significantly she was still not a waifish little thing.
But beside him? She was dwarfed. Still a whole head taller than her and twice as wide.
Crawling down to her he trailed warm up to her neck. Mouth devotional on the soft flesh.
She moaned softly, head falling back. Hands wrapping around his shoulders. Spreading her legs to make room for him between.
His calloused hands explored gently, around her hips, her waist. Up the outer side of her thigh. The touch lighting her up, leaving trails of need on her skin.
He was all slow, savoring. The pace making an ache in her pelvis. Driving her mad.
A soft growl in the back of his throat as she scratched lightly at his scalp. Saw his eyes pull closed. A shiver going down his back.
"Is this okay?" She asked softly. Is it okay that I'm broken goods? That I cant love you like you deserve?
"More than okay. Tav you bless me just being in my presence." He smiled, coming up to look in her eyes. Hand cradling the back of her head. "I'm the luckiest man in Faerun to share a bed with you."
She blinked at him, his sweet words so genuine they stung. Wanted to rip herself into pieces and rearrange them into a person who was better at this.
"Careful with the tender words, I'm all sharp edges now." She tried to joke, swallowed at the lump in her throat.
"I dont scare that easily. You are not too much for me." Leaned in to kiss her reassurance. "On Silvanus I swear it."
She melted into his kiss, eyes closing wet before the tears could escape.
"Please touch me Halsin." She urged against him, moving his wide hand to her breast.
He rumbled his approval, moving his warm mouth to her throat. Kissing, pulling, biting. The soft flesh of her neck his domain.
Calloused fingers brushing against her peaks, making her hips squirm. Back and forth across the pads of his fingers.
The teasing touch making her throb, hips arching up into his. His hard length greeting her seeking.
She felt him shiver again, taking her wrists and pushing them in an arc above her head. Snaring them down in one hand.
His free hand pushing down her front, their eyes meeting as he pressed fingers against her hard mound.
She groaned, eyelids lowering but never leaving his.
"Tell me what you want Tav." He urged lowly, fingers swirling slow sure circles. "Where you need me."
She paused. So long since she had been considered. What did she want?
"Put me on my stomach." She whispered. Shocked at her own words, how sure they tumbled out.
He hooked under her hips and easily flipped her, her shocked giggle eliciting a smile from him.
"Hips up." She grinned into the sheets. She felt comfortable, safe with him. A lightness in her chest under the waves of lust.
His arm pulling up on her hips, gripping her ass briefly. Groaning at the soft round flesh pushing between his fingers.
"Go down on me, please." She hushed. Being so direct making her blush.
"Oh yes," He rumbled, clearly more than pleased to fulfill her request.
His mouth met her cunt, licking hot stripes up her center. She choked out a moan. Hands gripping the sheets under her.
His tongue moving in flat dragging strokes, briefly pushing down into her entrance as he passed it.
Her hips already quaking, toes curling. "Ugh, that's so good." She groaned. Pushing back into his mouth.
He rumbled his pleasure deep in his throat, the reverberations against her making her shudder.
Licking tear drop around her clit, coming down to suckle it into his mouth, tongue pulsing.
She almost collapsed, seeing stars. A near indignant whimper leaving her lips.
He was suddenly gone from her and she looked down, dazed.
He had flipped onto his back, long hair splayed halo around him. Jaw coated in her wetness, his eyes flashed up to hers. Pulling encouragement on her thighs towards his parted lips. Pupils slitted, glowing bright gold.
She needed no further prompting, her thighs releasing to his strong hands.
His mouth pulling her in again, now fully devoted to her clit. Suckling and licking hard and insistent. Hand coming up to push inside her above him. Only two but already filling her to the brim, pulsing hooked fingers.
"Oh Gods," She whimpered, the arousal in her pelvis so full it ached. Both his tongue and fingers almost too much. Her hips moving in time with his worship.
She thought she would go mad, a mewling mess. All decorum gone as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Lewd begging moans muffled into the sheets her face was buried in.
He groaned hard into her, the deep sound unfairly pushing her to near edge.
"Fuck, I'm almost-" She warned, the ache pushing into itself, her limbs hot.
As if the his snarl of approval wasnt enough, his hand snapping down on her ass was overkill. The crack of it on the air joining the indecent sounds of his hungry mouth.
She pulled her arms into her body, white knuckled around the sheets, her orgasm hitting her in great violent jolts. Ripping through her, taloned and merciless. She screamed out muffled incoherent pleas into the mattress. His tongue laving up the cum that pushed thick out of her, clearly pleased with his reward, sighing hungrily into her.
Her body tremored rhythmically to his motions, little gasps leaving her in time.
He slid up over her, cradling her back to his wide chest. "Come here to me." He rumbled, pulling her to fall back onto his chest. Laying them down together.
She fell dumb into him, limbs puddled. Still trying to catch her breath. Eyelids fluttering.
"You didnt," She started weakly, gasped words catching. "We didn't get to you..."
He chuckled warmly, vibrating against her back. "No need, I already did."
She blinked, shocked. Focusing found it to be true, a wetness in his trousers.
"Oh," She marveled. Just her pleasure enough to send him over. Bit back a little proud smile.
"Oak Father sustain me, I dont know how I didn't wild shape." He admonished, gently pulling her hair behind her hair.
Her hair. She took a lock in her fingers, staring down at it.
"Tav I'm sorry I did that without consulting you." He sighed, gentle regret pulling in his deep tone.
"No," She stared, awestruck. "No I love it." Craning her neck to look up at him. "I'll think of you when I see it now. Thank you."
His eyes shone with tears, cupping her face. "You honor me." Pushing a soft kiss into her hairline.
"Hey, no crying." She whispered. Turning to press her head into his chest, letting her weight onto him. His hand threading into hers, secure. "Only I get to be a mess, okay?"
He laughed, his heart steady against her ear. A tranquil drum. Pulling her down, her eyes heavy.
"Can you stay? I dont want to be alone tonight." She whispered, eyes closing. Already drifting. Barely hearing his answer.
"I would want for nothing more, my heart."
Standing quiet at the base of a great tree, Shadowheart slid her hand into hers. Both staring down at the mound of small dirt. The night air chirping with insect song.
"I'll admit it," Shadowheart sighed, defeated. "I dont know what rites to speak at a hair funeral."
Tav smiled, squeezing her hand.
"Here we stand to honor the death of Luscious Locks..." Tav started, tone dour.
"Gone but not forgotten." Shadowheart nodded. "They will be released to the great comb in the sky."
Tav laughed. Knocking her head gently into her silver hair.
Great hands sliding over her waist. "Have I missed the reading of the will?"
She leaned back into him smiling, sighed softly at his all encompassing warmth. "Bad news, you didnt inherit anything. Sorry big guy."
He chuckled, planting a quick kiss on the crown of her head.
"You sure we cant talk you into staying another night?" Shadowheart offered, smiling warmly at him.
"Ah dont tempt me, I've already been selfish staying so long. They need me back home, someone's got to read the children their bedtime stories."
"You'll never hear the end of it, I'm sure." Tav teased, turning to hug him tightly. Burying her face in his chest.
"Thank you." She murmured. "For coming, for being here."
"Oh my heart, knowing you are safe here with us again. That will sustain me for quite some time. I'd love for you to visit some day, if you'd allow me some more of your company." His arms around her so steady and perfect she didn't know if she'd have the strength to pull away. She nodded into him.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked low, hand cupping her cheek.
"Mmm okay, just one for the road." She smiled, standing up on toes.
"Of course." He smiled, lips sliding against hers. All smothered fire and longing. A deep hum in his chest.
Pulling away too soon he rested his forehead against hers. Staring deep into her. His love pouring in.
Leaning back with a sigh.
"And you," He boomed, grabbing the back of Shadowheart's neck and planting a strong kiss on her forehead. "Take care of yourself! Of eachother, nothing is more precious."
Shadowheart squeaked, blushing. Tav throwing her a cheeky smile.
Hitching his pack up his shoulders he trailed one more kiss on her knuckles and turned to leave. Waving goodbye good naturedly at the worshippers pretending not to eavesdrop from their windows.
Shadowheart tutted her disapproval, eyes squinting judgment. "So nosy, all of them."
Tav smiled, watching him leave fondly. Turning back to her. "Oh let them have their fun. It can get awful boring around here."
She mock scoffed, hand to chest. "Oh is watching me pray for hours not stimulating enough for you? I'm hurt."
"Well the view is never bad." Tav shrugged, giggling as Shadowheart's hand shot out to pinch her side.
Tav darted around, her agile arms nearly catching her.
"No!" Shadowheart shrieked, laughing loudly. Running down the small ravine, Tav giving chase.
She laughed, breathless. Watching her silver hair bob in front of her. Catching her around the waist in a patch of undergrowth. Both tumbling laughing into the soft ground. Limbs tangled.
Tav kissed her softly, hand cradling her cheek. Shadowheart's gentle moan licking against her lips.
"I think," Tav started, pulling away. "I think I'm happy again." A soft wonder in her voice.
Shadowheart smiled up at her, eyes bright with tears. "And you even got a free haircut."
Tav laughed. "Actually, I think I want to shave the side." She mused, smoothing fingers along her temple. Gaze sliding to her green eyes, mischievous. "Wanna help?"
"Oh yes." Shadowheart's eyes alight, devilish.
"But first. Tell me everything."
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Part 4
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