#Georgia Family Packages | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dulc3vida · 10 months ago

Text

durazno

pope heyward x lamb!reader

content warning: a peach gets violated, blasphemy, the good stuff. 18+ read at your own risk.

2.4k words

Pope Heyward is not a religious man. He’s a man of science. He likes tangible things that can be studied and understood.

No matter how much he tried explaining that to Heyward, it didn’t matter. As long as he lived under their roof it meant he had to put on his best dress shirt and slacks every Sunday to go to church. It wasn’t all bad. Everyone was really nice there and the music was pretty good.

His favorite part of church is you. The preacher's daughter. Always at the front of the choir, soft voice singing “Christ Be Our Light” and other hymns. You’re truly an angel. You always helped lead the kids out of mass into their Sunday school classrooms. You always volunteered with the food bank and at the animal shelter. You even tutored after school at the public library.

It’s a self indulgent fantasy, Pope thinking he could have you in any way. You’re kook royalty, right up there next to the Camerons. Even if social status wasn’t an issue, a girl like you would never go for him. He reminded himself of that fact every time you caught him staring and smiled demurely from across the pews. You’re a nice girl, you smile at everyone.

Pope, unfortunately, always managed to look away before he could catch your eyes lingering and your teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip as you stared at him with curiosity.

After hurricane Agatha, you suggested to your father the church should gather resources to help with relief. You were surprised at his reluctance and you recited bible verses until you turned blue, not taking no for an answer. “Love thy neighbor, daddy. You taught me that.” He held out for a while, but nevertheless he agreed so long as you helped organize.

You rallied the support of all the kooks, gathering donations. They could never say no to you, even if they didn’t necessarily want to help provide aid to the inhabitants of the cut. You got on your dad’s boat with a group of volunteers from church and set sail for the mainland, returning with tons of food and other necessities. It took an entire day for your group to get all the care packages ready and to assign groups to specific addresses.

When delivery day came around, you made sure one specific address was reserved just for you. Your dad made himself clear that he didn’t want you wandering around the cut by yourself but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, you thought to yourself as your bike rode up the gravel driveway of Heyward’s. You prayed the night before that Pope would be there and God answered. Pope was on the dock, spraying some buckets clean with a hose. His striped button down open and his bare chest on display, making your heart pound in your chest. He doesn’t turn around to look at you when he hears you approaching.

“Almost done, Pops. Just got a few more.”

“Hi, Pope.” You greet, lacing your words with sweetness.

Pope whipped around at the sound of your voice. “Hey-Hi.” His face burns as he stutters over a basic greeting. It didn’t help that you were staring into his soul with your big brown eyes like a lost little lamb. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He almost thinks you’re checking him out.

“No.” You shake your head, soft waves cascading over your shoulders. There is an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say until you remember the bags in your hands. “I brought this… For your family… It’s from the church. You know, relief. It’s not much-”

“This is great, thank you.” Pope took one of the bags and then noticed the other one in your hands. “What's that?”

“Uhm… Peaches. For you.” You held the bag out, intentionally letting your fingers linger on his. “My dad went to Georgia last week for a church thing. These are my favorite.” You licked your lips as you watched him pull one out of the bag and dig his teeth into the flesh of the fruit. You wondered what it would feel like to be the peach.

Pope didn't know if he just wanted the fruit to taste good or if it was actually that good because he practically moaned at the taste. “This is the best peach I’ve ever had.” It made you laugh and it sounded like a melody. He could only imagine that you tasted just as good. “Thank-”

The sound of JJ hooting and hollering alerted both of your attentions. “Come on, loverboy! We gotta get a move on!” He called from the HMS Pogue.

“I should go.” You smiled at him warmly. “Bye, Pope. Have a blessed day.” You called out to his friends, waving as you turned to get back on your bike.

“You too, sweetheart!” JJ called back, earning a slap to the arm from John B.

“Don't be a creep, dude.”

“What? I was just being nice?”

Pope watched you swing your leg over your bike, the wind catching your skirt and blowing it upwards just enough to reveal your cotton white panties. JJ nearly broke his neck trying to get a better look.

“Pervs…” Kie rolled her eyes. “That's the preacher's daughter, you know that right?”

“I know.” A smirk spread over JJ’s face. “Church girls are always the freakiest. You know, pent up sex feels? Bet she humps her pillow every night starin’ at a cross-”

“Okay, that's enough.” Pope finally turns around once he is sure his hardening dick isn’t visible. “Let's go.”

“Ooh, peaches?” John B wiggled his fingers together and reached for the bag but Pope yanked it away. “Oh come on, there's at least 12 in there. Are you on your way to be in a math problem?” Pope sighed and tossed one at John B. He turned to Kiara and JJ who were sitting on their knees, groveling like dogs. They each get a peach tossed at them.

“That's what I’m talking about.” JJ bit his peach. “She's totally into you.”

“No, she's not. She's just being nice.”

“Hey, John B? You get any Georgia peaches in your care package?” He looked at the label on the fruit before biting the peach again.

“Nah. You?”

“Nah. Want my advice?” JJ tossed the pit of his peach into the water.

“I really don't-” Pope shook his head, taking control over the wheel of the HMS.

“Try that door. I guarantee it's unlocked for you.”

Pope was usually a sound sleeper. His dreams were never too scary and he was always able to fall asleep once he focused on his breathing for a bit. Tonight was different.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw you.

He couldn’t help it. You invaded his mind the second he stepped into your fathers church. When he raised his hand in worship it was always for you. As far as Pope was concerned, God wasn’t real. You were real. Someone he could genuinely worship and devote himself to completely. Selfishly. You were the lamb and he was the pathetic, cowardly lion.

Pope sat up in bed and looked around his room tiredly until his eyes stopped on the bag of peaches. He wasn’t sure why he brought them into his room but he knew he would regret it in the morning. He got out of bed and grabbed a peach before lying back in bed. He pressed a finger against its center, obscenely digging his finger inside and pulling out the pit.

Juice dripped onto his chest and onto his chin as he sucked all the fruit off the pit before tossing it aside, moving the peach down his boxers. It was a tight fit and it made him screw his eyes shut. It didn’t help.

All it took was 3 strokes and the image of the faint outline of your pussy through your panties and he was biting his hand to muffle the sound of his orgasm. He set the peach on his nightstand feeling the need to take a cold, cold shower before he went to bed.

In the morning, Pope felt guilty. Pope is not a religious man but something about what he had done made him feel the need to seek penance. He needed to face some kind of punishment, even if it meant confessing that he fucked a peach to the thought of the preacher’s daughter.

The only spot in the world where you could truly be yourself was the confessional. No one came to confess as much as they needed so it was only really ever used on occasions that called for it. You liked coming to the church on the days where no one was there except your father doing paperwork in his office. It was the perfect place to read books your parents wouldn’t approve of. From medieval torture methods to smut. Anything mildly taboo that you could sneak out of the public library. You always returned the books and repented.

Today, you were halfway through A Certain Hunger when you heard the doors of the church creak open. You peek out of the door and immediately close it. Pope is making his way towards the booth.

He steps inside and closes the door, not daring to look towards who he thinks is the minister. Instead, he closes his eyes. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Pope inhales sharply when there is no response. He takes it as permission to continue. “I gave into temptation and lust. I… I…” Pope didn’t know how to describe it. “I… committed a sex act… with a peach. I feel incredibly guilty and it’s not the act that I feel most guilty about but who I was thinking about during it. I feel like I violated her in some way and-”

“Was it me?” Your soft voice made his heart drop. He thinks he’s hallucinating. It was silent for a minute before you repeat yourself. “Were you thinking about me, Pope?”

Pope took another moment before responding. “Yes.” He was mortified at your silence. “I’m really, really sorry-” He was cut off by the sound of your door opening and shutting. His mind raced with the possibility of you running to your father ready to tell him what a sick deviant he is.

Instead, the door to his side of the confessional opened and you closed the door behind yourself.

“Hi.” You practically whispered, a smile playing on your face that you were trying to hide. “Did you, really?” He nods, afraid to speak. “I’m sorry.”

Pope has to blink a few times to digest your words. “Why?”

“I was tempting you.” You confess, thinking on everytime you would give Pope a coquettish glance or your bold move wearing a skirt you knew would show your panties off with one breeze. He stared at you inquisitively. “I’ve been trying to seduce you. I’m sorry I led you to sin.” You knelt before him. “Recently, I have been overcome with lustful thoughts about you. I… I use the thought of you for pleasure.” Your confession was sending all blood in Pope’s brain straight down to dick. “I don’t think you deserve any penance.” Your voice quieted to a whisper before you carefully reached to touch his bulge. Pope made no move to stop you.

“What are you doing?” He questions, voice strangles at the feeling of your hand rubbing against his dickprint. You looked up at him, the same way you look when you take the body of christ into your mouth.

“Paying my penance.” You slip your hand down his pants and stroke his already hard cock. His skin is soft and it’s a little bit curved. Your mouth waters at the feel. You do what you read in your books, pumping your hand up and down slowly. You were enjoying this.

Pope’s breath gets caught in his throat. “Wait… Are you sure we should do this?”

“I can stop if you want…” You pulled him out of his pants, admiring how pretty his dick is in your hand. “But, remember Pope… The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not be in want. Neither should you.” You sink your mouth onto him and he feels like he is in heaven. “We can always repent. Love covers a multitude of sins and God loves us.” You reassure him, taking him back into your mouth.

Pope feels like he’s on fire from his head to his toes. His head rests against the wall as you bob your head up and down his length. He’s not a religious man, but this is the closest he has come to truly feeling God’s presence. He looks down at you and you are already staring at him, mouth full as you choke down as much as you can. You gag around him and come up for air, gasping as you kitten lick his tip before taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

You look beautiful. Your eyes never left him. Your hair stuck to your forehead from sweat and your eyes were all watery and glassy. You even had your heel between your legs, rocking back and forth on it. You moaned and it sent vibrations all through his cock. He wanted to worship you the same way you were worshiping him. He was praying for the strength to stay silent as his eyes roam the walls, staring at the intricate cross motifs carved into the wood panels. He had never felt the watchful eye of God until now.

It was truly a miracle he lasted as long as he did because it didn’t take much longer before he was trying to pull you off. “I’m gonna-” He panted out, breathing becoming ragged. You didn’t want to come off though. You forced yourself down until your nose touched the base of his cock. You could feel him pulsing as it all shot down your throat.

Pope almost screamed when you kept sucking after he came. You came up, pressing kisses against his dick. Neither of you spoke while you put him back in his pants and then nuzzled his leg, wanting attention like a needy lamb. He pet your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“Did you throw the peach away?” Pope shakes his head no. “Can I have it?”

this was unhinged and very self indulgent :p hope u like!

#pope x lamb!reader #pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #lamb!reader #smut #religious themes

311 notes · View notes

majesticcorn2000 · 7 months ago

Text

today anti-LGBT legislative package passed in Georgia (Sakartvelo)

can we talk about that for a moment?

i'm living in tbilisi now. i'm not sure i'm gonna stay here after THAT, unfortunately. sakartvelo is a great country. i'm so fucking grateful it welcomed me and my family here.

please speak about georgia. speak about sakartvelo. this is NOT OKAY. the "georgian dream" party wants to create russia 2.0 out of georgia. this is the exact same legislation package that made me and millions of other queers leave russia.

i don't see any posts about this because oh well it's soccer european championship going on or something but GUYS THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT.

#lgbtq rights #lgbt #queerphobia #homophobia #transphobia #georgia sakartvelo #sakartvelo #russia is a terrorist state #fuck russia #politics

94 notes · View notes

exhaustedauthorarc · 2 months ago

Text

Caitlyn Kiramann was Always a Fucboi: A Factual Account

Hey, the discourse around Caitlyn’s supposedly fast move on from Vi to Maddie has made me realize something. That yall didn’t realize that Caitlyn was, is and always has been a fucboi so welcome to my Ted Talk, lemme break it down.

Exhibit 1 A: When Cait comes home through her bedroom window her mother and father hear her and rush upstairs, her mother fully armed, then they see their daughter with a woman in her arms and breathe an almost exasperated sigh of relief. Cassandra says Cait “found a stray”. Why would she see her grown, police officer daughter come home through the window with a whole nother person and just call them a stray unless they are used to it happening a lot?

Exhibit 1B: Later when Caitlyn explains what’s going on Cassandra tells Caitlyn, “You and your… friend can address the council yourselves”. Why the pause and dismissive hand wave at the word friend? Well Caitlyn had already expressed incredulity at Vi being referred to as a stray and Cassandra is a well bred high society woman. And what do such women do when trying to say something crass delicately? They pause to find an appropriate word. If she meant friend she would have said friend, that’s not a hard one to find, but what do you do if you know your daughter brings home girls on the regular to hit it and quit it? Well you can’t say slut, or whore or fuckbuddy, so you say friend. Same thing happens down here in the south when old southern folks are tiptoeing around being crass (source: Lived in Louisiana and Georgia).

Exhibit 2A: Okay so maybe this slipped by yall, Imma break it down. Caitlyn went to Stillwater under the false pretense of working for her friend and newly appointed council member, Jayce, to talk to a Silco goon that turned out to be unable to speak. The reason being injuries sustained from a seemingly unprovoked attack from another prisoner. A prisoner who was such a problem she existed in the very bowls of the prison. Now we know Vi and what she didn’t do but Caitlyn doesn’t and Vi tells her nothing, in fact Vi doesn’t even tell her why she attacked the guy Cait came to see. This person could be Hannibal Lecter for all she knows and since she believes so much in the criminal system it would behoove her to think that whatever this woman did was worth locking up and throwing away the key. But she makes a deal, breaks her out and takes her to the undercity, a place this mystery prisoner knows better than Caitlyn ever can. Then they go into a whorehouse and Vi gives her the slip, now I don’t cite that as the evidence, but if you combine the knowledge that there is a – for all she knows- Jeffrey Dahmer clone walking around on her, and subsequently Jacyce’s, orders what does she do when she realizes she’s been given the slip? Something that may well have dire consequences for herself, her closest friend and innocents walking the street? She gets distracted by a pretty lady in a skimpy outfit.

Exhibit 2B: Next we need to note what actually happened in that brief moment between her and the girl. First we see Caitlyn has the mask customers can use to hide their face, but clearly she wants her face seen cause it’s in her lap, she and her family are prominent so this is clearly a part of the Kiramann ‘Do You Know Who My Family Is’ Rizz package. Next let’s consider the dialogue, the woman with her is saying “I’ve only ever imagined the gardens. This is all I’ve seen.” meaning Caitlyn was talking, likely bragging, about having been to some rather spectacular gardens to impress this chick. Tack onto that she, a by all accounts very observant detective, lets what could likely be a reincarnation of the Unibomber wearing red with bright pink hair walk directly in front of her, pause and walk away. All while doing the modern day equivalent of spinning her car keys in her hands and asking a girl “Hey, ever driven in a Lambo?”

Ladies and Gentlemen Caitlyn Kiramann has always been a chronic fucboi, I rest my case.

#arcane #Caitlyn #Cait #Vi #Maggie #caitlyn kiramann #league of legends #arcane season 2 #arcane s2 spoilers #arcane spoiler

29 notes · View notes

justinspoliticalcorner · 6 months ago

Text

Greg Owen at LGBTQ Nation:

Georgia’s parliament on Thursday pushed ahead a sweeping package of bills that would effectively outlaw LGBTQ+ identity in the former Soviet republic. The set of bills proposed by the ruling pro-Putin Georgian Dream party bans depictions of same-sex relationships in the media, outlaws gender-affirming surgery, and will make Pride events and the public display of the Pride flag in Georgia a thing of the past.

Parliamentary speaker Shalva Papuashvili describes the bills as necessary to control “LGBT propaganda,” which he said was “altering traditional relations.” The first reading of the bill titled “On the Protection of Family Values and Minors,” which draws heavily from Russia’s anti-LGBTQ+ “propaganda” law passed last year, drew widespread support among Georgia Parliament deputies. The bill is scheduled for second and third readings in the fall. In addition to outlawing public gatherings “promoting” same-sex relationships, the legislation would also limit adoption to heterosexuals, ban gender changes on official identification, and outlaw “LGBT propaganda” in education. Georgian Dream MPs have also proposed introducing “genetic” requirements in establishing legal marriage, whereby marriage would be a union of a “genetic woman” and a “genetic man.”

The Caucasus nation of Georgia is moving forward with its LGBTQ+ and transgender erasure bills.

#LGBTQ+#Anti LGBTQ+ Extremism #Anti Trans Extremism #Transgender #Transgender Erasure #LGBTQ+ Erasure #LGBTQ+ Rights #Georgia #World News #Pride #Shalva Papuashvili #Georgia's Antigay Laws #Censorship #LGBT Adoption

71 notes · View notes

darkmaga-returns · 7 days ago

Text

By Pam Martens and Russ Martens

For the first time in decades of sending holiday gifts to family members through the U.S. Postal Service (USPS), the majority of the packages we sent did not arrive by Christmas Day, despite the fact that we mailed early. One package we sent to Minnesota from the east coast overshot its destination by 1,825 miles and went to California. It then had to travel all the way back. Other packages did not show up in the USPS tracking system for days, until we filed an inquiry with the U.S. Postal Service.

One package that had to travel just four states away took 17 days. According to NASA, it takes approximately three days to travel 238,855 miles to the moon. (See thread posted below for how others describe the “wild journeys” their own USPS packages took.)

Louis DeJoy, the Postmaster General, calls this insanity going on at the U.S. Postal Service his “Delivering for America” plan. DeJoy was a large donor to Donald Trump’s first run for President and was put on the U.S. Postal Services Board of Governors by Trump in 2020.

DeJoy has come under withering criticism for the deterioration of USPS delivery times, despite six rate hikes since he took the helm of the USPS. The criticism has come from both Republican members of Congress as well as Democrats.

At a House Oversight Committee hearing on December 10, DeJoy was blasted by Republican Congressman Rich McCormick of Georgia for giving himself a performance grade of A. In response, DeJoy covered his ears like a child — in the midst of a Congressional hearing. The video of the interaction has gone viral.

During the hearing, Congressman Raja Krishnamoorthi (D-IL) held up a chart showing that DeJoy’s compensation for 2024 was $561,051, while there had been six rate increases during DeJoy’s tenure.

17 notes · View notes

fandomtherapy44 · 7 days ago

Text

TWD Daryl Dixion x Fem!Reader Chapter 4: Let's all calm down okay?

Summary: Y/n Grimes is a doctor who has a heart of gold and who wants to take care of everyone. She loves her family, but her whole world gets flipped upside down when her Dad goes into a coma, and a mystery virus is going around killing people. What will she do when she comes face to face with it? Read to find out more!

Paring: Daryl Dixion x Fem!Reader

WC: 3,066k

Reblog Banner

cafekitsune

warnings: Gore, sex, language, guns, and spoilers for TWD TV show series

================================================

The air was mixed with high aromas that our bodies were giving off from tension and stress, and our brows were not just sweating from the Georgia heat but the fact Merel Dixion was not where he was supposed to be instead in his place his cut-off hand. Daryl is making small circles around the blood puddle going through all the possible things that could have happened to his brother. The rest of us were just waiting for his reaction hoping it wasn’t deadly. Daryl’s breath just gets heavier and heavier until he pulls his crossbow on T-Dog. Coming to a breaking point in his mind.

“DARYL!” Without knowing I voiced out, jumping in front of him my eyes now straight in front of the arrow. My Dad and Glenn's bodies reactivly pulling their weapons on Daryl just in case.

“Y/n move now!” Dad told me like I was a child in a game but this wasn’t one.

“Daryl… I can’t imagine what you are going through right now but this is not the answer okay? I promised I would help find him didn’t I?” I don’t move my eyes from his. He nods. “Right so let’s do okay, that blood is fresh so he can’t be that far along we’ll find him.” He just stares hands shaking in his decision and to everyone’s relief, he puts the crossbow down.

“Thank you.” I nod my head at him.

“Don’t thank me yet not until we find Merle.” He moves to T-Dog again a lot more calmer this time. “You got a bandana?” T-Dog fishes out a blue one and handles it, Daryl, Daryl then bends down picks up the hand, and wraps it in the bandana. He then proceeds to put it in Glenn’s backpack. Glenn grimaced at it.

“Y/n-” He tries.

“Hell no, Glenn.”

“Oh come on-”

“Glenn I can’t put the hand with medical supplies, sorry.” I shrug my shoulders I mean I could since everything is in a package but Glenn didn’t need to know that.

“Enough with the chatter let’s go!” Daryl grabs his crossbow and is halfway to the door already. Glenn sighs and follows with T-Dog. We start to make our way down the stairs. And my Dad grabs my arm.

“Y/n why did you do that?” His blue eyes asked with words I forgot how comforting they were to look at.

“To be honest Dad… I don’t know all I know is that if it was Carl out here I wouldn't stop till I found him and I wouldn't want people to stop me, so I guess I can understand him.” I gave my answer I knew it didn’t make sense but it felt right when I said it.

“I guess I can understand but that was dangerous we don’t know Daryl and we don’t know his reactions so promise you won’t do that again.” He pleaded.

“Okay, I won’t.” He squizzes my arm in comfort and keeps moving.

==========

The rooms of the building that we were going through looking for Merle were covered in dust and dirt, animals had taken over the spaces that the dead weren't habiting. A cracked shell of a building that once had a lively workforce behind it now the grey cold environment replacing it. Well, at least it’s easier to look for a missing person in it. Daryl was in front of our little search party taking out any of the straggling dead.

“It looks like Merle still was able to take out these sons of bitches even without his hand, rabies from an infested dog couldn't stop him, my brother.” Daryl pointed to the dead sounding proud of Merle.

“Any man no matter what will pass out from blood loss.” Dad pointed out as we moved on and he was right with that injury that Merle has I wouldn't be surprised if he was face down ass up in the next room.

I smelled a burnt crisp smell in the air and I knew what it was. The next little room was a little kitchen that had a stove and a hot spa and on it was skin.

“What is that?” Glenn asked almost gagging at the smell.

“It's skin Glenn it’s skin he cauterized the stump.” I held up the spatula.

“I told you no one could stop Merle but Merle,” Daryl replied. Being relieved that his brother was still fighting

“Don’t get your hopes up yet. He’s lost a lot of blood.” Dad once again tries to put reality in his face. Daryl seemed to take offense to that

“Well, he still got out of this saw trap.” Daryl walks to the busted window and we all look down where only a bloody towel and broken glass were left but no Merel.

“He left! Why in the living Hell would he do that?” Glenn questioned and he was right why would he do that?

“To survive.” Daryl was still pissed.

“You call that surviving? To maybe pass out or encounter those freaks of nature out there.” T-Dog pointed out.

“it’s better than being left for a happy meal by you sorry assholes. You couldn't kill him he an’t worried about some freak stopping him.” Daryl got all up in Dad’s face.

“About a thousand of them? A whole different ballpark.” Dad shoved right back.

“I don’t care what ball game is being played. Do what you want I’m going to get him.” Daryl tried walking away but Dad wouldn't have it.

“Darl wait!”

“Get your hands off me!”

“Now I understand he’s family I went through hell to get back to mine.” He speaks and his eyes point to mine so does Daryl. “But we can’t go half-cocked down the streets with no plan this isn’t the old world anymore so we will help you check some more blocks but you have to keep your cool.” Daryl is silent and glances to me and I nod my head as to say ‘just trust me’.

“I can do that.” I give a small side smile and he sees it.

“Okay great but I am not doing Batman patrol without guns okay so the bag frist.” T-Dog aonnoced talking about the bag of guns that Dad had brought with him from the sheriff’s locker from the old unit.

“Uh actually Batman doesn’t use guns.” Glenn said and the other three just look at him ‘like not the time’ and go out.

“Don’t worry Glenn I understand your reference.” I pat his shoulder.

“Thanks Y/n.”

“Anytime Glenn anytime.”

===================

“So who’s going to get the guns?” Glenn asks and the other three just look at him.

“Oh come on!”

“You got me out of that tank you're the man for the job.” Dad put confidence in Glenn.

“Okay, fine! I'll do it, but everyone follows my lead.” We all shake our heads in agreement. He gets a Sharpie, makes a little map on the ground, and gets random office junk to represent us.

“Okay there are three blocks and the bag is in the middle of the street so I want Daryl with me being back up and the three of you will be on the other side of the second block so that way I have backup on each side.” The way he talked he was so confident it was amazing to see.

“Why have me?” Daryl questioned.

“Your bow is quieter than his gun” Glenn was talking about my dad and he was right the gun would not win in the quiet contest.

“Makes sense, hey kid what did you do before this?”

“I delivered pizzas why?” Damn right, he did!

==================

Dad, T-Dog, and I were waiting when suddenly we heard a bunch of yelling and it didn’t sound so good. We run over to the alley and as we approach Glenn was being taken by a group of guys and Daryl was just getting beat up by two others.

“DARYL GLENN!” I yelled and ran over and by the time we got over the group had taken Glenn and ride off but they also left one of their own.

“OH I’M KICK YOUR ASS!” Daryl tried to jump him but Dad held him back.

“We need him Daryl we need him!”

I am leaning against the counter listening to Daryl ingratiate Miguel the fourteen-year-old kid I am trying to think what the best course of action is here I want calm but at the same time they took Glenn so my anger was trying to take over my brain.

“Where did they take him?” Miguel rolled his eyes.

“Man, I'm not saying nothing. That hillbilly jumped me yelling about his brother as if it’s my fault he’s gone.”

“They took Glenn they could've taken Merel!” Daryl pointed out.

“Merel I wouldn't name my own dog Merle.” Now that made Daryl feral and pounced on Miguel and Dad had to pull him off again.

“You know what I did to the last guy that pissed me off.” Daryl pulls out Merle’s hand and throws it at Miguel.

“AHH!” He falls to the floor out of fear.

“I’ll start with the feet this time!” Okay, this clearly isn’t working.

“Daryl let me try okay?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I got this.”

I lean down to Miguel and meet his eyes. “Miguel I wouldn't be assaulting the guy's brother’s name okay that is not the smartest idea for anyone, especially to the one who just thearted that he would chop off your feet okay? Look all we want is our friend back I know you can understand that.” I was trying to convey everything with that last sentence and my eyes praying that humanity wasn't all sapped from this young man, thankfully there was.

“Okay, but keep him on a leash I don’t want an arrow in the ass like palbo.” He nodded at Daryl, well that’s fair.

==========

Walking over to the location where the gang was staying was nerve-chopping, and the hot sun beating on us did not help. My brain did not stop thinking of what could be happening to Glenn my guilt steering the helm of my body. I should have said no I should have-

“Hey, doc?” I shake out of my self-pity party and turn my attention to Daryl.

“Huh?”

“You okay?” We were at the back of the group my Dad keeping on eye on Miguel and T-Dog having a gun ready just in case.

“You just look I don’t know lost.” He was right.

“I can’t stop thinking about Glenn and if something has happened to him…”

“I’m sure he’s fine he seems like a tough kid.” Daryl was right but the logical side of my brain was not working that well maybe it was the sun and not drinking enough water.

“What if-”

“It’s going to be okay Doc!” He physically shook me by the shoulders.

“Okay okay, your right.” I almost lost it again! I need to take control of my emotions or it’s going to screw up the mission. And I know I would never forgive myself if something happened to Glenn like with… Hunter.

=======

The outside of the garage looks abandoned but we knew Glenn and the men were in there. Our feet slowly made their way to the courtyard.

“We have your man come out here to get him!” Dad yelled out loud to the building and the rest of us had guns ready of course Daryl had his crossbow and T-Dog was on the top of another building as a sniper. He was especially hoping he wouldn't have to pull the trigger.

Doors open slowly and a man walks out with an attitude of ‘You really want to fucking do this?’.

“You have our man and we have your man we want to trade.” Dad examined.

“You put an arrow in my man’s ass and kidnapped my other and you want to simply trade? You okay Miguel?” He turns to Miguel.

“They were going to cut off my feet Guillermo!” Miguel said with worry to him.

“You were going to cut off his feet, that’s sick man.”

“Just give us Glenn!” Daryl yelled pissed off.

“Well, you see the thing is for everything you put us through I think we deserve our bag of guns.” Our!?

“That's my bag of guns that I brought all the way from home!” Dad said.

“In this world, it doesn’t matter what is yours anymore all that does matter is who is willing to fight for it,” Guillermo responded with a cold tone.

“Oh yeah okay, what about we kill your boy!” Daryl impatiently said back.

Guillermo cleared his throat and whistled and at the top of the warehouse, Glenn was being held by two men practically almost being pushed off. My heart felt as if it was going to leap out.

“You get our guns then we see about a trade.”

“No Guillermo please…” Miguel pleaded.

“You have until four.” He goes back to the warehouse the door closing with Glenn still inside and with him my heart.

==========

“Is Glenn really worth some of our guns?” Daryl asked and Dad and I both looked at him. We had come to an old office building going through the gun thinking about what to do next.

“Glenn could have left me in that tank I was an idiot and a stranger but he still saved me, so yes he’s worth it Daryl,” Dad spoke with such adramtion as he does with anyone about anyone.

“And you?” Daryl turned to me.

“I could have left you in the woods but I didn’t and Glenn is the same.” My eyes and my mouth told the truth and Daryl saw that.

“Okay, so what’s the plan because we are not really going to give up our guns right?”

“No, we're not they are just going to have to give Glenn back.” Dad packed the guns.

“No no, you can’t screw over Guillermo like that…” Miguel tried to argue. knowing what kind of war would happen if we did.

“For you better pray he lets us.” Daryl pushed back Miguel with that.

============

We have fake confidence and hope pumping through our bodies praying that nothing will happen walking back. It was more like the Wild Wild West than movies could ever be.

“Hey, you okay?” Daryl asks me.

My hand tightens on my gun. My chest with it. And all I saw was Glenn being hurt.

“Yes.”

The big doors swing open and we go into the makeshift car garage guns raised.

“Where are my guns?” Guillermo asks with such attitude that he bought them himself.

“There are guns and we want our friend back.” Dad fired back.

“You know what I’m going to feed your friend to my dog really nasty big snarlers with eating anything thrown their way.”

“You do that we shoot your boy right now.” Dad cucked his gun.

Guillermo chuckles and whistles and about fifteen men jump out with guns, well shit. At this point, we are all sweating waiting for someone to make the first move. Someone does just not who we were expecting.

“Phillipe Phillipe!” A little old lady comes out of the blue and goes to I guess Phillipe. And starts to tell him something in Spanish.

“Tell the old lady to get out of the way she’s in my way!” Daryl shouted.

The lady turned to us ready to let us have it. “You leave Guillermo and Phillipe alone they are good boys!” All of us were super confused.

“Phillpe Mr. Smith is having trouble breathing again!” My doctor's ears perk up at that.

“No one is leaving till we know where Glenn is.” Dad commanded.

“The Asian boy is with Mr.Smith.” The lady tells us like it’s common knowledge. What is happening?

=========

She starts to lead us through the garage to this senior home. We walk through the hallway seeing old people living a normal life. We come to the cafeteria and in the middle is a small group of people with Mr.Smith in the middle and Glenn right next to him.

“GLENN!” I exclaim with glee and practically run over and bear hug him.

“Whoa! Y/n I’m okay I promise.” He tells me trying to comfort me.

I pull back. “You sure?” He nodded and pulled him back in. Thank God. I then see Mr.Smith.

“Mr.Smith I’m Doctor Grimes do you mind if I look over you.”

“A doctor? Wow, I've hit the jackpot!” I giggle at that no one has ever been that excited to hear that before. I started to check his breathing with my fingers on his pulse It seemed he had a small asthma attack.

“Okay, Mr.Smith I want you to sit up straight and just breath slowly okay?” I finish off with a smile.

“Thank you, Ms.Grimes you are a true angel.” Hearing that tears prick at my eyes at least I could give comfort to an old man in his last few years especially now.

I then hear a bark and see three little chihuahuas. Viscous dogs huh?

============

We had Glenn back and we were on are way back to the truck.

“Were you really that worried?” Glenn asks me and I am gobsmacked at that.

“Why would you ask that of course I was.”

“Well, I've never really had a friend care that much before.” That makes me so sad. I'm jealous of people who got to know Glenn in a normal everyday life.

“Get used to it. Because I’m afraid you're stuck with me Glenn, sorry.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly and give him a smirk.

“I think I’m okay with that.” We bump shoulders while walking.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you.” Daryl is now beside me.

“No one would do that for Merel in the old world.” He pulls up his crossbow while looking at the ground.

“I didn’t do it for Merel,” I responded.

“I know.”

========

The truck is missing the truck is fucking missing!

“Merle… he’s alive.” Daryl was right he’s the only one that makes sense.

“He took our TRUCK!” T-Dog screamed.

“Well let’s start walking we should reach camp by an hour into nightfall if we start walking now.” My feet start moving leading us not knowing the horrors that waited back at camp.

===================

chapter 5 ----- >

#the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #daryl twd #daryl dixion x fem reader #twd fanfiction #shane twd #rick grimes #carl grimes #lori grimes #the walking dead fanfic series #twd series #y/n the walking dead #daryl dixion x reader series

7 notes · View notes

mrbingley · 3 months ago

Text

i'm working on a ttrpg for my family for christmas (mom and two siblings) when they visit. the gist of it is: santa letter heist. all santa letters with no return and no deliverable address are sent to the mail recovery center in atlanta, georgia (this is true (there will be more true things: fun lil info about the postal service incorporated in just b/c i have always been a lil fascinated with it)). every year elves have to break in and steal all the santa letters so santa can read them.

one postal worker is convinced elves are stealing their mail but no one believes them (very crocker from fairy god parents). yr after yr this sole worker has added to the security of the facility in hopes of catching the elves. there will be fun traps. one room will be a maze of lasers that the players only have five seconds to look at before they have to pick a spot/path to start on (which may or may not be a dead end) and a laser that moves across the room will make them have to keep going.

there will be an NPC “elf” who joins the players on this heist. but they’re actually a leprechaun. they wear all green instead of the festive christmas red/green elves typically wear. they dyed their ginger hair white and the tips of their fingers are white (but, oh, that’s just snow or sugar powder!). they agreed to help the postal worker take down the elves in exchange for all the gold that was in any of the letters/packages sent here.

once the players get to the final room where the letters are stored, the leprechaun books it for the pile of gold—not the santa letters—and alerts the postal worker who is hiding in a fake bag of letters. boss fight ensues.

i haven’t come up with the mechanics yet but they’ll be simple. one of the elf abilities will def be “giving spirit” where they can compel someone to give them something with the power of the gift giving spirit of christmas (can only use this once and still have to roll for it).

my twin already pitched her elf character. who doesn’t live in the north pole anymore and lives in arizona like a cowboy. when they lived in the north pole they were the one who wrangled and taught the reindeer (they loved cowboys from a young age and no one believed in their ability to be a cowboy so they had to teach themselves how to be one with the reindeer). they wear regular cowboy boots but because they’re a tiny elf the cowboy boots look like thigh high boots on them. the reindeer are def the players getaway vehicle. i'll think of other ways to incorporate my twin's elf's backstory into the mechanics and plot.

i'll be making illustrations of their elves. maps. item cards or scenes that would be fun to see. possibly some sort of tangible, physical mechanic (like the popularity/high society meter in the court of fey and flowers (maybe a nice vs naughty meter; and elves intrinsically mustn't drop into naughty or it hurts / maddens / mutates them?)).

anyway. i’m excited to dig into a project like this that can consume my attention for the next couple months. i'm doing this because 1) it's fun to make and run campaigns 2) i'm too dang poor to buy anyone christmas gifts this year 3) i want to make a one shot that is fun and polished enough that i can publish online.

#ooc #J: text #J: life #i'll make more posts about this as i continue working. like i did for my circus campaign #christmas elf heist campaign

8 notes · View notes

brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year ago

Text

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Twenty One - Power Couple

England had fought their way out of the Group 16 and were now preparing for the quarter finals. The morning before the game against Nigeria your girlfriend picked you up from your hotel room, “I’ve come to escort you to breakfast ma’am” she said with a posh accent while holding her arm out for you to take. You congregated in the canteen at your usual table with Millie, Jordan and Lucy - not many others could handle the hyper behaviour from those three first thing in the morning other than you and Jordan! After breakfast staff were giving out promotion packages that had been sent to the team during the tournament, the names were read and the players went to collect their boxes. You paid no attention as you continued munching on your breakfast, oblivious to your name being called from the front of the room. Jordan prodded you out of your trance, “(y/n/n), that’s you!” she said excitedly. “Me?! I’ve got a box?!” you questioned with a mouthful of crumbs as she nodded enthusiastically at you. Shoving the rest of the toast into your mouth you went up to collect your box, returning and staring at the giant package on the table in awe. “Why are you so shocked?” Lucy questioned you in her deep voice, chuckling at the deer in headlights look on your face. “Because I’m not a footballer am I!” you responded. “No but you’re all over our social media and you’re dating Daly, you two are like the power couple of woso right now” she said stealing your other slice of toast from your plate and shoving it into her mouth before you could complain. “Power couple? Us?” you turned to your girlfriend for clarification. The whole table nodded, “someone had to take it from Sam and Kristie!” Millie laughed. You hadn’t really been paying much attention to the outside world lately, too wrapped up in the World Cup bubble you hadn’t noticed all of the attention your relationship had been getting. “Are you gonna open it or just stare at it all day?” Lucy pushed the box towards you. You decided to hang back today and not go to training so you could enjoy your box of goodies.

Back in the room you started to unpack the box when your friends FaceTimed you, they spoke about seeing you on the TV and Rachel giving you her match ball in the first game. You asked for the gossip from work to give you a sense of home and then finished unpacking your box with them. There was clothes, trainers, a water bottle, random things like pens and stickers, jewellery and EE had sent you a new phone with a free contract! “Aww, our little (y/n/n) has grown into a fully fledged WAG, look at her Georgia” Katie scoffed from the other side of the phone. “Why did you say that like it’s an insult?” you questioned your friends while swooping your hair over your shoulders dramatically. “Look at you getting all these free things just for dating Rach, you’re the definition of a WAG!” they laughed together. “Hey I’m not complaining!” you batted their comments away as you continued the show and tell. Everything had come with instructions on how many social media posts you should make for each one, how many times you need to be photographed wearing the clothes and you had to put the stickers somewhere visible to your followers. It was like homework! And typically that’s something you were never very good at - always forgetting it until last minute! Knowing that if you didn’t complete your tasks right away you’d completely forget about them, you prepared posts for the coming weeks for the items. That took up a few hours of your time and the team hadn’t returned back to the hotel yet.

A couple more hours passed and you’d tidied your room, caught up with English TV shows, doom scrolled the entirety of tiktok and called every member of your family. Everyone you knew were now fast asleep on the other side of the world and you were bored. Suddenly remembering you had packed your vibrator you found it out of your suitcase, pulled the curtains and made sure you’d locked the door then crawled into bed. The no sex rule was testing you, especially seeing Rach in her England gear 24/7. Turning the TV loud to disguise the vibrations, you slipped it into your underwear and relaxed to enjoy the sensation that you had been longing for for weeks. Sinking into the session you zoned out every other thought apart from how you wish Rachel was the one between your legs instead of your toy. It didn’t take you long to edge close when suddenly there was a knock at the door, loudly jarring you from climaxing. Knowing all too well from the knock pattern it was your other half, you rolled your eyes and tried to force yourself to finish quickly but the rhythm had disappeared. Another loud knock at the door and your name being called from the other side lead you to kick the covers off and toss the vibrator underneath them. Dragging your body to the door and opening it to see a smiley Rachel with arms full of snacks. “Miss me?” she asked waltzing herself into your room and wiggling out of her tracksuit “you have no idea” replying sarcastically, rolling your eyes once more as you closed the door. ‘I know I wished for her to be here right now but she couldn’t of been five minutes later?’, you thought to yourself.

Tossing herself onto the bed followed by a loud “OW!” she moved her hands under the covers to pull out the vibrator she had landed on. “Did I interrupt something?” she asked cheekily, holding the toy up into the air. “Errr, kinda!” laughing while trying to snatch it away from her. “Your timing is always impeccable Daly!” your words snarky knowing that she is famous for being late to everything, except today when she was back early. Of course she would be early the one time you’re trying to rid yourself of pent up sexual energy! But there she was half naked on your bed holding your vibrator with a suggestive look in her eyes making your fanny flutters return. “Well don’t let me stop you!” she announced patting the mattress to suggest you join her. “You know that’s not allowed Rach” you said winning the toy back and shoving it into your suitcase. “Nooo, the rule is no sex, not no watching your girlfriend mastibate” she sassed trying to persuade you. “Yeah? And who’s gonna be the next person to knock on that door, hmm?” knowing Millie is never too far behind wherever Rachel is.

Right on queue there was a knock at the door, flying it open to Millie who immediately walked into your room and threw herself onto the bed. Making herself comfortable and turning on the tv for your nightly Love Island catch up sessions. After the episode finished Millie’s phone rang. “Oh shit, it’s Jill! I was supposed to tell you she wants you for.. something, I can’t remember. Hi Jill!” she announced before answering the phone call “yeah, they’re just coming now, bye!” hanging up as quickly as she answered, “Jill wants both of you on Lionesses Down Under and she wanted you an hour ago so you better go.” Looking at her confused as Rach pulled her trackies back on “have fun!” she shouted in a high pitch voice but made no effort of moving off your bed as Rach pulled you out of the room.

“Are you sure you want me in this?” you asked while quickly shoving your hair into a bun. Jill said you didn’t have to do it but you and Rachel had been the most requested when they did the last call out for guests. “It’ll just be like Coffee Club babe” Rachel encouraged you, “you were great at that, remember?” as she lovingly moved the clasp of your necklace behind your neck. “But this is live, what if I swear or say something wrong?” starting to get into your own head. The encouragement from both of them softened your anxiety a little as you cosied up on the sofa, holding the three lions pillow in front of your body for comfort.

The interview was homely, Jill asked questions to both of you and opened up with “today we have football’s hottest couple on the sofa, Rach and (y/n), we’ve been receiving your questions for them all day so let’s get to it”.

We know (y/n) doesn’t play football so how did you meet?

R - at Wembley after the USA game, she caught my attention in the crowd and I knew she was someone I wanted to get to know the minute I saw her.

This made you blush, you know exactly how Rach feels about you but hearing her confirm it to the world just felt different.

So would you say it was love at first sight?

Y - Have you seen her Jill? Need I say more?

R - Absolutely! She was proper belly laughing with her friends which I thought was adorable.

Rachel’s hand found your thigh during that question as she looked at you with adoration. Jill asked what your World Cup predictions were and you stated you had complete faith in the girls that they could take it the whole way. Rachel’s goal is to win but know they have a huge target on their backs after the euros last year.

What’s it like dating a footballer on the world stage?

Y - Incredibly exciting but also extremely stressful at the same time. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than watching her doing what she loves, I’m so proud to be her girlfriend.

What’s it like dating someone who’s not a footballer?

R - A breath of fresh air to be honest! I’m actually able to live with my girlfriend for once and know she’ll always be at my games and not be caught up with her own club. I can see a future with (y/n) because I don’t have to wait weeks to see her, she’s just always around which I love.

Your eyes kept finding each others as you giggled throughout the interview like love struck teenagers.

What’s your favourite thing about each other?

Y - Her ability to make me laugh til my ribs hurt and how she makes me feel like the only girl in the world. I’ve never had someone that treats me like Rach does.

R - She keeps me grounded. I’ve never fallen so hard for someone before and that’s down to (y/n) just being herself.

We’ve heard you talk about (y/n) being your good luck charm, is that true?

R - Well yeah, every time she watches me play we win so next season I’m sure Villa will be in the top three!

“Sounds like I might need to buy a hat soon then!” Jill reacted to her statement. Rachel paused for a second with a pensive look on her face “you know, if we win the World Cup I might have to propose Jill” she chuckled while squeezing your leg.

“Well I’ll be waiting for my invite in the post when we get home then!” the tall woman joked as she rounded up the interview. When you were off air the complements came rolling in, “you did so well! You had nothing to be nervous about, the comment section was going crazy!” Jill wrapped you both into her long arms “aww I love you two, you’re so cute together!” she pawed, “you make my job so easy!” Saying goodbye to the retired footballer you made your way back to your room by skipping down the corridors. Opening the door to find Millie passed out on your bed Rachel immediately put her hand over your mouth and dragged you back into the hallway. Of course this made Millie a prime target to her antics, getting you to hold the camera as she planned to scare jump her. Creeping up to the bedside and screaming in her face made the blonde scream and sit up startled, swearing at Rachel as she pulled her onto the bed. You didn’t get away with being an accomplice lightly either as this lit a fire in Millie to become loud and hyper well into the night - not ideal with a very important game tomorrow!

Part 22 - Home Coming 🔞

#rachel daly x reader #rachel daly #woso masterlist #woso x reader #woso fanfics #lionessss x reader #england x reader #millie bright #jill scott #lucy bronze #Jordan nobbs #lionesses

66 notes · View notes

instructionsnotincluded · 9 months ago

Note

i would love to just know some basic info about rosie <3

like what’s her favorite color? does she plan on having a family? her favorite movie/song/singer? (idk remember if this is inputted in previous asks or true mother but) how’s her relationship with her family like?

she’s just my girl and i lover her sm!

Rebecca Rose Phillips, Captain for the ATA! Deep red hair that is sometimes maroon in the right light, she loves the latest fashions and very much hates the rationing in England, but is thoroughly enjoying the shorter hem lines because of it.

Rose grew up in Georgia, but her family moved to South Carolina sometime in her yearly teenage years. She’s the youngest of three children, she has two older brothers. Her family is fairly close, she had a good childhood, did all the things southern girls of her age did. And all the things they were told not to do. She lost her virginity to her brother’s best friend after they moved and when he tried to propose she happily turned him down.

Rose started to learn to fly at sixteen, when her older brother learned, and she’s been in the sky ever since. Her oldest brother joined the army in the early 40s and passed in late 1941 after the Germans bombed a railway station in Norway. He never even saw any action and had been waiting on a transport to base. Which, after the initial grief, was when she decided to join the ATA.

Rose’s mother hasn’t spoken to her since she left, they had a massive argument when Rose joined and they both said very hurtful things. Her father sends her occasional care packages and updates her on what’s happening at home.

Her other brother is happily married and a doctor in North Carolina, he has four kids and Rose sends him condoms as a joke.

Rose’s favorite color is yellow, like the flowers that grow in the field outside her family’s house. Once Rosie finds out, he brings her one every time he sees her and that’s what has her falling for him. Among other things.

Rose likes all music, but she and Bucky bicker about it after the war. She prefers more lyrics than instruments and he disagrees. Rose loves to dance, and she’s dying to enter a few competitions. Begs Rosie to do one of those “last ones standing” competitions when they go meet her family.

Rose has a really tough exterior, her mother raised her to be a lady, but not one to be walked all over, and Rosie has a good time getting to the center of that toughness where she keeps her heart.

#mota-chats

12 notes · View notes

silent-raven13 · 2 years ago

Photo

Okay for my Modern Welcome Au fanfic, I’m making a Mother’s Day chapter, and I decided to draw all the moms. Everyone except for Miss Beagle is my own thoughts how they would look.

Miss Beagle belongs to Clown aka PartyCoffin. I just fan drew her in a cute Barnaby’s paw print apron (You can see his pup print and the large one) and I decided to give her a first name for the fanfic, since she needs one and a cute mama nickname. “Big Mama Betty”

Anyway in order!

Monique Dear “Mama Dear”: Mother of Eddie Dear lives in Louisiana and is a post-man. Her husband die in a terrible truck accident before Eddie was born. She is a feisty, spunky woman that loves to go out doors, train for anything survival. She is a sweet mother and big tiger mom. When she sees her groan son, she would give him a bear hug and pick him up like he was a toddler. Very accepting and would sound like Carol from OK KO (VA: Kate Flannery) She’s always working out, since she have to lift heavy packages, and can cook!

Eleanor Frankly “Mother Frankly”: Mother of Frank. A calm, soft spoken woman. She is a Neurosurgeon, has the most steadiest hands. When she uses knives or scissors, she always cuts beautifully; one thing Eddie finds amazing because hello Crafting! She’s very intelligent, comes from a very wealthy family. Lives in New York, specifically Mid Manhattan with her husband. Yes, they are happily married, but once they saw Monique... 🤭 let’s just say they wanted to do a poly relationship.

Serenity Joyful “Mama Llama”: Mother of Julie. A funny nickname Jonesy came up when he was a toddler and stuck to the Joyful family. Don’t mind the colorful vomit skirt, rainbow monsters love to represent their family. Since, Serenity is all about Maximalism boho-chic outfits, she loves to represent her children’s colors. Believes in nature, spirituality, crystal healing, and listens to trees. Very laid back, sweet, and always goofy. Believes problems can be solved with yoga and Chamomile tea. Lives in the Rainbow Forest not far from the Welcome Home Residents.

Charlotte Partridge “Mama Lottie”: Mother of Poppy. She’s exactly like Poppy, but sweeter like honey! Very caring, hates cursing, and she knows how to cook. Her socks were made by Poppy, when she learned how to sew. Loves to support and protect all her children. She will treat everyone like her own kids. Lives in West Virginia!

Maria Gloria Pillar Garcia “La Jefe or Tu Jefe”: Mother of Howdy. In my fanfic, Howdy is Mexican American. As a joke, him and siblings like to call their mom, the boss or say, “Tu Jefe esta llamando” It’s a thing I noticed with Latino Americans say about their parents like the joke, “Your mom is calling you or My mom...” You don’t have to get it if you don’t. It’s a thing I’ve seen. Anyway, she’s the boss of the family, and knows how to run things. I mean this woman gave birth over 300 caterpillars, so she has the right to run her family and the family’s ranch. What I can say about her? She’s a Monarch butterfly, lives in Michoacán, Mexico. Used to live in East LA.

Chantelle Darling “Mother Darling: Mother of Wally. Lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She’s funny, nice, but cross the line with her and she’s the first to fight. Very protective of Wally, and his a widow. So her and Monique are gonna get along just fine.

Miss Beagle “Big Mama Betty”: Mother of Barnaby. That dog is a HUGE mama’s boy! Everyone in the neighborhood knows her, she’s sweetest Mother Hen.

I’ma say this too. If they were Humans, All of them except Maria and Monique would be African American/black! Monique would be biracial. Maria would be Mexican American with dark brown skin tone. My Au is about inclusivity for BIPOC/POC.

60 notes · View notes

beardedmrbean · 11 months ago

Text

An Alabama family has hired an attorney after one of their dogs was shot and injured Sunday by an Amazon driver attempting to deliver a package to their home outside of Birmingham.

Police in Hueytown, located about 13 miles southwest of Birmingham, declined to charge the driver after determining that he shot the dog in self-defense. But the Kirk family claims that the dog was chained on the porch and that the driver had no reason to be on their property since they had not ordered a package.

“If you notice dogs, why are you steadily walking toward the dog if they’re a threat to you?” Rose Kirk, the homeowner, told WLBT. “If I don’t know a dog, I’m not going to go near it.”

Kirk told Birmingham news stations that she was inside her home with her children Sunday night when she saw the Amazon delivery truck parked outside her home.

Moments later, she said she heard a single gunshot.

In surveillance video released by the family to local news stations, the two smaller dogs, Solar and Lunar, can be seen lounging on the porch of the home as the driver slowly approaches. When he notices the dogs, he can be seen drawing a handgun and shooting Solar as both dogs run off the porch toward him.

"He noticed them, but instead of backing off, he did not back off," Kirk told WLBT, adding that she hadn't even been expecting a package. "He had no reason to be on my property.”

Patrol officers with the Hueytown Police Department were dispatched to Kirk's home and interviewed the driver, who had fled down the road.

"It was reported that the dog was being very aggressive and charged at the delivery driver," the department said in a news release shared on Facebook. "The driver, who was armed, fired a single shot at the dog in an attempt to get away."

"Through the investigation by patrol officers on scene, it was determined that there was nothing more to this investigation rather than a delivery driver attempting to defend himself," the release said.

Kirk family hires attorney

The family rescued both dogs in 2017 from the Birmingham Humane Society, according to WLBT.

Solar survived the shooting, but now suffers from internal bleeding after the bullet entered his shoulder and exited his chest, according to the family. The family has set up a GoFundMe page seeking donations to cover the cost of Solar's veterinary expenses.

The Kirk family has also hired a Birmingham-based attorney "as legal counsel to investigate the matter," according to a statement provided to USA TODAY.

"At this time, the focus of the Kirk family is on the continued recovery of Solar and working to heal themselves emotionally after this tragedy," attorney Travis McCormick said in the statement. "Solar is still recovering at this time from his injuries and remains under the care of his veterinarian. However, the family remains hopeful that Solar will soon make a full recovery and return back to his loving family that misses him dearly."

Amazon said drivers prohibited from carrying guns

The shooting occurred around the same time that a woman in Georgia accused an Amazon driver of attempting to steal her family's puppy from their front yard.

Whether or employed by Amazon or a third party, the company's drivers are prohibited from carrying firearms regardless of state and local laws, Austin Stowe, an Amazon spokesperson told USA TODAY in a statement. Delivery drivers are, however, permitted to carry non-lethal deterrents for self-defense as long as they are legal.

“We are in touch with the customer and we’ve reached out to Hueytown Police Department as they investigate," Stowe said in the statement. "The driver involved is no longer delivering packages for Amazon.”

#nunyas news

15 notes · View notes