#Wild fire Safety

[unitedstatesofworld]

The Devastation of South Fork Fire Ruidoso: A Wildfire That Changed Lives

Wildfires have a way of striking fear into the hearts of those who live near forests and wildlands. The South Fork Fire Ruidoso was no different. This catastrophic event, which started on June 17, 2024, left an indelible mark on the people and landscapes of Ruidoso, New Mexico. What began as a seemingly ordinary day quickly turned into a nightmare as the fire spread with terrifying speed, driven by strong winds and dry conditions. By the time it was finally contained, the fire had ravaged thousands of acres, destroyed countless homes, and forced thousands of residents to flee for their lives.

The Day the Fire Began

It all started around 9 a.m. on June 17, 2024, when a lightning strike ignited the South Fork Fire in the tribal trust land and U.S. Forest Service areas. At first, it seemed like just another wildfire, but it didn't take long for everyone to realize that this was something far more serious. Fueled by strong winds and dry conditions, the fire spread rapidly, covering an astonishing 15,000 hectares in its first day. The residents of Ruidoso watched in horror as the fireline crept closer to their homes, leaving them with little time to gather their belongings and evacuate.

The Forces Behind the Fire's Fury

Wildfires are often unpredictable, but the South Fork Fire Ruidoso was particularly ferocious due to a combination of factors. The dry weather, combined with strong winds, created a perfect storm for rapid fire spread. The fire moved so quickly that it overwhelmed the initial firefighting efforts, and soon, multiple teams were called in to battle the blaze. The fire's erratic behavior made it difficult for firefighters to gain control, and by July 3, the fire had expanded to 17,569 acres.

The Destruction Left in Its Wake

The South Fork Fire Ruidoso was relentless in its destruction. By the time the flames were finally extinguished, the fire had razed 1,400 structures and left 8,000 residents homeless. Entire neighborhoods were reduced to ash, and the once-lush forests were now charred remnants of what they used to be. The loss was not just physical but also emotional, as many residents struggled to come to terms with the devastation of their homes and community.

A Community in Crisis

The impact of the South Fork Fire Ruidoso was felt far beyond the immediate area of the fire. The Governor of New Mexico, Michelle Lujan Grisham, declared a state of emergency and mobilized resources to help the affected communities. Emergency shelters were set up for those who had lost their homes, and volunteers from across the state poured in to provide assistance. Despite these efforts, the road to recovery was long and difficult, as many residents faced the daunting task of rebuilding their lives from scratch.

The Battle to Contain the Blaze

Fighting the South Fork Fire Ruidoso required a coordinated effort from multiple agencies. Firefighters from the U.S. Forest Service, local fire departments, and tribal authorities worked tirelessly to contain the blaze. Air support was brought in to drop water and fire retardant on the advancing flames, and ground crews worked around the clock to create firebreaks and protect structures. The fire was eventually contained, but not before it had caused extensive damage.

The Role of the Community

In times of crisis, communities often come together to support one another, and the South Fork Fire Ruidoso was no exception. Local residents pitched in to help their neighbors, offering shelter, food, and emotional support. Fundraisers were organized to help those who had lost everything, and local businesses donated supplies and resources. The outpouring of support was a testament to the strength and resilience of the Ruidoso community.

The Aftermath: Picking Up the Pieces

In the aftermath of the South Fork Fire Ruidoso, the focus shifted to recovery and rebuilding. The damage was extensive, and it would take years for the community to fully recover. Federal and state aid was provided to help with the rebuilding efforts, but the emotional scars left by the fire would take much longer to heal. Many residents struggled with the trauma of losing their homes, while others faced financial difficulties as they tried to rebuild their lives.

Environmental Impact

The South Fork Fire Ruidoso also had a significant impact on the environment. The fire destroyed thousands of acres of forest, disrupting local ecosystems and wildlife habitats. The loss of vegetation also increased the risk of soil erosion and flooding, which could have long-term consequences for the area. Efforts to restore the damaged landscapes would be an important part of the recovery process, but it would take time for the environment to fully recover.

Lessons Learned from the South Fork Fire Ruidoso

The South Fork Fire Ruidoso served as a stark reminder of the dangers of wildfires and the importance of being prepared. For many residents, the fire was a wake-up call to the need for better fire prevention and emergency preparedness. Local authorities have since taken steps to improve fire safety measures, including creating defensible space around homes, improving emergency communication systems, and conducting regular fire drills.

Moving Forward

While the South Fork Fire Ruidoso was a tragedy, it also highlighted the strength and resilience of the Ruidoso community. As the community continues to rebuild, there is a sense of hope and determination to move forward. The lessons learned from the fire will help to ensure that future wildfires are less destructive and that the community is better prepared to face whatever challenges may come.

Conclusion

The South Fork Fire Ruidoso was a devastating event that changed the lives of thousands of people. It was a reminder of the power of nature and the importance of being prepared for emergencies. While the road to recovery is long, the Ruidoso community has shown incredible strength and resilience in the face of adversity. As the community rebuilds, it is clear that the lessons learned from the fire will help to create a safer and more resilient future for Ruidoso.

[glambots]

So, most Daycares typically look after kids ranging from 1-to-5/6 years old, which means that Sun and Moon aren't just looking after babies. Mans looking after Baby-Babies. At least 10+ of them a day. That makes me wonder what their limit is. Do they have a waitlist for the Daycare?? Did they ever have Daycare assistants?? Or just a daytime security guard who watched from behind the desk? I want to know how the ins and outs of this place worked man!!

[hedgiwithapen]

DHD fluff: stargirl kids & the bonfire scene from power rangers where the kids are bonding

(set after 1x07) Rick’s the only one with a bottle in his hand, but he’s not drinking from it. The light from the bonfire--only lit after all the dead brush was cleared back well over ten feet, at Courtney's insistence-- burns in their eyes, glinting on the bottle, Beth's glasses, Rick's hourglass, Yolanda's medallion. It's high now, but there's no one for miles.

"We're a team now," Beth says, breaking the contemplative silence that followed the last of the marshmallows. "I mean... we were. but now we really are."

Courtney looks again at her bandaged hands, and nods. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help," she says.

Rick looks at her over the fire. "Well. We had Pat."

"And you did help," Beth puts in. "You were distracting Cindy. Even if you didn't know it."

"Right," Courtney agrees quietly. She looks at the staff, leaning against the bucket of sand  to her left. "And then I was stupid and tried to fight her on my own. Again."

"Hey," Rick says, suddenly standing. "You weren't stupid. That's what I would have done. What I wanted to do. She came after you. We all should have gone after her."

"Rick," Beth says softly, almost lost over the crackle of the fire.  He shakes his head a little, dismissive. But not of her, of himself. 

"Instead she almost killed you again."

"But now we know more of what we're up against," Yolanda says. "Henry's like his father. And Cindy's like hers. Legacies." Her fingers twist her St. George pendant.

Courtney shudders a little at the thought. "We have to stop them. Somehow."

"And we will," Yolanda says. " We're in this now. No going back. No matter how dangerous it gets."

"I wouldn't want to," Beth says, and blinks when everyone turns to stare. "What?" she asks.

"Nothing," Yolanda assures her, but the question's still there. Beth shakes her head.

"No, it's not nothing. I--I know I'm not exactly. Hero material.  But I want this, as much as you do.  Ever since I was a kid, I've only ever had my parents.  No friends, no boyfriend, no clubs anyone else ever wanted to be part of. And then suddenly they just stopped talking to me like I was someone they wanted to be around. And--what am I supposed to do about that? They stopped caring and I don't know what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Rick says hotly. " They're just not good--"

"They're good people--" Beth protests. 

"Parents." Rick finishes. "Trust me. I'd know.  Matt was a good uncle. For the first two days. Sucks as a fake dad, sucks as a person now. I hate him, I hate him as much as I hate the thing that took my parents.  But at least he didn't set me up to fail. So he's got that going for him, I guess. He's never acted like he cared. Not once. And I-- I'm cool with that." It's a lie, and the bonfire knows it.  He scuffs his feet in the dirt. "Sorry. You were saying--"

"No," Beth says. "No this is-- it's good. It's team building. and it's good to talk. Really--know each other. You know? The things that bother us... The things we want..." 

Yolanda tosses a stick into the fire, watching it shrivel. "I want my parents to care about me again, too.  I want everything to go back to how it was, but it can't. I can't. And I--is it stupid to say I almost don't regret it? That--at least I know who I can trust?  Who has my back? It's none of the people I thought it was. All those people who threw me away over a mistake. Over someone else's mistake, not just mine." She puts her head on her hands, clasped over her knees. "If I hadn't, I'd never have met you.  No Wildcat. No idea what was really going on. I should want to take it back. I shamed my family, but I...." she clutches the necklace again. "I don't know what to feel about it, I guess."

"How about you, Stargirl?" Rick asks. "What've you got?"

Courtney shook her head. "You know me. I'm an open book," she said quickly, easily. "I want justice for my dad. That's all."

The fire pops and hisses, audible in the silence. Courtney  watches it twist until the smoke makes her eyes burn.

[theheadlessgroom]

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"They're really not so bad," Randall admitted with a half-smile; despite his best efforts to squirrel his way out of it in his youth, he eventually buckled down and accepted that he had to do it, and for what it was worth, he wasn't so bad at it. He wasn't the fastest runner, nor did he excel in sit-ups and push-ups, but he was an excellent climber, and that had to count for something, didn't it?

As they continued to talk about it (with June and Wilhelm bringing up their own athletic experiences), Randall's mind wandered back to his previous train of thought-that of an uncertain future, and how much he hungered for a little one of their own. How exciting it would be, to teach her how to walk, how to talk, how to play, how to be everything she wanted to be and more...

Her. She. Would we have a girl?

He distantly recalled having that particular conversation with Emily, many moons ago. They hadn't talked about it much (having not had the chance to), but he admitted, when thinking about raising a family with her, he imagined them having a cherubic little girl, the very image of her mother...funnily enough, even after all these centuries, he still imagined the same.

He wondered if Emily still imagined what she told him-instead of a girl, having a little boy, the spitting image of his father...

[wherekizzialives]

Working with the Wheel: Midsummer, or Summer Solstice

[pandemichub]

(MSN AQI (Air Quality Index) Map)

Please visit MSN AQI (or other AQI maps. The Weather channel and AccuWeather are also fantastic) map on desktop or laptop for all areas under advisory and warning.

Advisory and warnings issued for parts of the east coast, Ontario and Quebec however other parts of the U.S. as well and as far Midwest as Michigan and Minnesota.

Wildfires have been linked to increased COVID cases and deaths. (Link).

PPE such as respirators, HEPA air purifiers, sealing windows and other areas within a home, hotel or other buildings to seal off outdoor smoke are all helpful to protect oneself and reduce exposure to the particles released and circulating from the wild fires.

An excellent thread of advice, please click on "view on Twitter" to be directed to read it in full.

Finally,

[malcolmreeds]

new botw spotlight lets goooooooooooooooooooo

[redgearguru]

Essential Survival Tips for Outdoor Enthusiasts

Did you know that nearly 90% of wilderness survival situations come from human mistakes or not being ready? This fact shows how key it is to be prepared for unexpected challenges outdoors. As someone who loves the outdoors, I know that learning survival skills is crucial for staying safe and strong in the wild. Skills like building shelters, starting fires, and purifying water are essential. They…

[musician-not-magician]

Hi!

Can we stop causing wild fires? Please be fire aware and use safe practices.

Some tips from the Department of the Interior are:

Avoid any activities that involve fire or sparks when it’s hot, dry and windy.

Build your campfire in an open location and far from flammables.

Douse your campfire until it’s cold.

Keep vehicles off dry grass.

Regularly maintain your equipment and vehicle.

Carry a shovel, bucket and a fire extinguisher in your vehicle to put out fires.

Check your tires, bearings and axles on your trailer.

Keep sparks away from dry vegetation.

Check conditions and regulations before you use fireworks or consider safe alternatives.

Cautiously burn debris and never when it’s windy or restricted.

Dryad.net also provides some good tips! Below is a summary of what they recommend:

Create a Defensible Space by removing flammable vegetation

Practice Safe Outdoor Activities by adhering to fire restrictions

Maintain Equipment and Machinery

Dispose of Cigarettes and Matches Responsibly

Be Mindful of Outdoor Burning

Report Suspicious Activity

Utilize Prescribed Fires

Smokey Bear also has great fire prevention tips and explains everything super well! I’ve attached their link below.

Thanks!

[ismailfazil1-blog]

Camping Like a Pro: Strategies for a Successful Outdoor Adventure

Nature is calling, and you're ready to answer. But the thought of fumbling with tent poles or battling a stubborn campfire can put a damper on your wilderness spirit. Fear not, aspiring outdoorsman! This guide will equip you with strategic hacks to elevate your camping experience from fumbling beginner to seasoned pro.

[mohamed-meq]

Trying to help family trapped in Gaza for 11 months

Hello everyone, and hope you read my story.

I am Mohammad Meqdad, I am 22 years old

I try hard and struggle to get my family of 7 people out of Gaza to safety

Since the beginning of the war💔, my family and I have been suffering greatly from life. There is no clean water or healthy food. We try with all our energy to endure this life, but there is no life here.

Unfortunately, we were not able to leave here because the crossing was closed, but we are trying to collect money to buy supplies, and when the crossing opens, we will leave here to safety.

This is the place where my family and I live, and I cannot explain to you the extent of the insects that appear to us in the summer, the heat of the sun, or the cold of the winter😔💔🇵🇸

This is what my sisters and mother suffer in this world in the face of war, displacement from one place to another, the intense heat of the fires, and the lack of hygiene. We try with difficulty to provide what we can.❗❗❗

We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to help me reach the goal in order to secure the life of my family,and the beginning of a new life. Every help or donation through you makes a big difference. Do not underestimate how the difference is for someone who needs your support

• Thank you for complete reading

Mohamed meqdad

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Whenever Mohammed (@ahmed0khalil) tells me about his situation , it breaks my heart. They are struggling so much financially that they have to borrow money to buy anything! And food in Gaza is so expensive right now. He used to be able to buy a kilo of small sardines for about 50 cents, but now they cost 30 dollars. They can no longer afford food. It's so bad that they are now using spoiled flour full of weevils to make food, because that's all they have!

The situation has become so bad that Mohammed keeps raising the possibility of him being killed lately. "If the Israeli planes kill me...", "if we are not killed by Israeli occupation fire we will be killed by hunger...", "I just hope I can evacuate my family before I get killed"... He is afraid that they will die from bombs, he is afraid that they will die from hunger. Mohammed is only 19 years old, so young, only a teenager! He just wants his family to survive! That shouldn't be too much to ask for!

Mohammed is only 19 years old but now he is responsible of getting enough funds so that his 5 siblings can survive. His brother Fathi is blind, his other brother Abdullah is autistic, and his youngest brother is only 6 years old. They are just children. Please, help them.

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[beloveds-embrace]

Quotation marks around worshippers because they’ve lived long, brutal lives, constantly in war and fights and skirmishes and tearing others apart in a bid to simply survive and keep a malicious god content enough it doesn’t kill them and destroy what little they’ve fought hard to win.

John is the oldest. He’s lived long enough to know hope is just a word made by those already deafeated. It doesn’t exist. He has fought bloody and dirty to have his own spot. It’s all his, his only source of safety and isolation from the rest of the god’s violent domain. It should be just his, because trust should also not exist.

Yet he still took in Ghost. His old name burnt away in the ashes of the crumbling arena, more scars than clear skin, face hidden with a mask and all his opponents dead, John still took him in.

He also takes in Johnny. Bright Johnny, with blood coating his teeth and who laughs in the face of death, as if the chaos only strengthens him. Johnny, with his wild grin and reckless spirit, has survived every fight, every slaughter, not by brute force alone but by sheer audacity. He revels in the violence, thriving in the blood-soaked madness that their war god delights in. Despite John’s reluctance, Johnny becomes part of his world- part of the strange, brutal family they’ve formed under the watchful eye of a cruel god.

But John doesn’t stop there. He takes in Kyle, too. Kyle, quick and resourceful, with sharp eyes and sharper instincts. He’s newer to this war, but no less hardened. He knows how to fight, how to survive. He has to, in order to endure the hellish existence demanded by their god. Like the others, he’s marked by the battles he’s fought, by the lives he’s taken, the blood that stains his hands. There’s no room for softness here, no room for weakness.

Together, the four of them are bound by the violence they’ve endured and the desperate struggle to appease a god who feeds on their suffering. They don’t question it. They don’t dare. It’s all they’ve ever known. It’s all they’ll ever know.

Then, you arrive.

But you’re not just some strange outsider, not just another fragile soul lost in the wasteland of their god’s domain. You are another god- a goddess. The goddess of fertility, of harvest, of life itself. The opposite of everything they know. Where they come from a world of blood and fire, you bring growth, peace, and something they can’t name- something they’ve long forgotten.

John is the first to notice the change. It’s subtle at first. The small patch of ground he’s claimed for himself, once barren and dead, begins to show signs of life beyond the very little moss that has made itself home on the rocks and cracks of his area. Tiny sprigs of green push up through the cracked earth, the soil somehow softer, richer. He doesn’t understand it, but he feels it- something shifting, something outside of his control. It leaves him with his hackles raised, eyes narrowed and shoulders often tense.

(He doesn’t shove you out. Doesn’t fight, or attack, or kill you. He doesn’t know why he lets you stay, like that moss that lingers.)

Ghost remains quiet, watchful as always. He doesn’t speak of it, but he, too, notices the strange calm that seems to settle around them when you’re near. The land seems less hostile, the sky a less oppressive red and more of a deep orange. It’s unsettling in a way that makes him wary, but he’s drawn to you nonetheless. There’s something about you that soothes the storm inside him, something that makes the endless violence seem�� far away.

Johnny, in contrast, is the first to approach you openly, grinning through bloodstained teeth. “Yer naw like the rest of us, bonnie.” he says with a laugh, almost in awe. He doesn’t know why he feels at ease around you, why the chaos in his mind quiets when you’re near, but he doesn’t question it. You smile at him, your touch soft as you brush dirt from your hands, tending to the small garden you’ve coaxed from the dead soil.

Kyle watches from a distance, suspicious at first. He’s seen enough in this brutal world to know nothing good comes without a cost. But as the days pass, he, too, begins to feel the shift. There’s a strange sense of peace when you’re around, a warmth that feels foreign but not unwelcome.

They don’t realize it at first, but you’re pulling them out of the war god’s grasp, slowly, gently, without them even knowing. With every seed you plant, with every gentle touch, you weave them further into your domain the same way your hands weave flower crowns for each of them. They don’t know that the violent god they served is weakening, that his power is crumbling as you pull the earth itself away from him, reclaiming it for yourself.

The land around them begins to change. The once-scorched earth softens beneath their feet. Where the air was once thick with ash and smoke, it now carries the scent of growing things, of rain, of life. They don’t understand how it’s happening, why the violence that once defined their world seems to be fading, but they can feel it.

And you, always quiet, always gentle, never tell them the truth.

They don’t know that you’ve been dismantling the war god’s domain piece by piece, tearing down the walls of blood and fire that have kept them trapped for so long. They don’t know that with every moment they spend in your presence, they’re moving further from the god they once served, deeper into your realm of peace and growth.

Their trust for you starts small.

You offer them food, but not the scavenged scraps they’re used to- fresh bread, warm and soft, made from the grain you’ve grown in the earth that once seemed too dead to nourish anything. “Eat,” you tell them with a soft smile, your voice a balm against the harshness of their world. “You’ve fought enough for now.”

John eyes you warily at first, his mistrust of softness deeply ingrained. He hesitates, but the hunger gnaws at him, and he finds himself taking a piece. It’s better than anything he’s tasted in years. The others follow suit, their suspicion momentarily forgotten in the simple act of sharing a meal.

When Ghost returns from another brutal skirmish, bloodied and bruised, you’re there. Quietly, without a word, you kneel beside him and start tending to his wounds. His body tenses at first and he is almost read to push you away- he’s used to pain, used to enduring it alone. But your touch is gentle, your hands soft and careful as you clean his cuts and wrap his injuries. He doesn’t speak. When this simple act becomes a routine, something begins to flicker in his eyes, something he hasn’t felt in a long time: relief. Safety.

“You don’t have to fight alone, not anymore.” you murmur, and though Ghost doesn’t reply, he doesn’t pull away either. The next time he’s hurt, he seeks you out before anyone else.

Johnny, always bold, is the first to embrace your presence without hesitation. He grins when you touch his arm, your fingers brushing away dirt from his skin. “You’re soft,” he says quietly, as if he can’t quite believe someone like you exists in their world. You only laugh gently and tousle his messy mohawk, unfazed by his wildness. “Maybe,” you reply, “You deserve it. All of you.”

Johnny’s grin widens, and soon, he’s lingering around you more often, like a star drawn to the sun’s orbit. He chatters about nothing and everything- battles he’s won, places he’s seen, jokes that make no sense. And you listen, never once judging the darkness behind his stories, always meeting his reckless energy with calm kindness.

And Kyle… Kyle is the last to trust. He watches you from a distance, wary and skeptical. He’s been burned too many times, lost too much to believe in something as simple as kindness. But even he can’t deny the peace that settles over him when you’re near. One evening, after a particularly grueling fight, you sit beside him, your presence quiet and soothing. You don’t push, don’t ask him to open up. You just sit there, offering him a slice of bread and a cup of fresh water.

“Why are you helping us?” Kyle asks, his voice low, guarded.

You smile, your eyes warm. Your face is always so open, so welcoming. Kyle does not know how you do it. “Because you’ve fought enough. You deserve rest. Peace.”

He doesn’t respond, but the tension in his shoulders eases just a little. He still watches you from the corner of his eye, but slowly, he begins to let down his guard.

As the days pass, you continue to tend to them- feeding them, healing them, offering warmth in a world where warmth is rare. They don’t understand it at first, but they begin to feel the shift. The land around them is changing, softening. The earth that was once barren begins to bloom with life. Where there was only death and destruction, now there are signs of growth- flowers, crops, greenery creeping up through the cracks in the wasteland.

John, who has spent his entire life guarding himself, feels it most of all. He watches you with something like confusion, like a man seeing the sun for the first time after years of darkness. He doesn’t understand why he feels calmer, why the constant tension in his body is easing. But despite his better judgment, he finds himself drawn to you- drawn to the softness he’s fought so hard to keep out.

You smile at him, always gentle, always kind, even when he’s rough around the edges. “You don’t have to fight anymore, John,” you tell him one evening as you hand him a fresh scone, drizzled with sweet honey and cream. “There’s more to life than just surviving. Let me show it to you.”

Ghost remains distant, but even he starts to let his guard down around you. The mask he wears, both literal and figurative, feels less necessary when you’re near. The weight of the violence he’s carried for so long feels lighter, though he doesn’t know why. It helps that he comes to you for every injury, your hands gentle and tender on his scarred skin.

Johnny is the most at ease with you, laughing more, fighting less, as though the fire that once consumed him is finally starting to burn out. And Kyle, ever watchful, finds himself relaxing for the first time in a long while, though he’s still unsure why he feels so drawn to you, so at peace in your presence.

Little by little, without them even realizing it, you’re pulling them away from the war god who has held them captive for so long. You’re bringing them into your world, a world of life and peace, where they can be more than just warriors, more than just tools of violence.

And the war god, once so powerful, is fading. His domain is crumbling, and soon, he will be nothing more than a memory.

But they don’t know. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

There is no need to drag them into what happens between gods, you reason to yourself, humming a sweet melody. Catching John’s gaze- they are working on your ever-expanding garden, tending to the soil- you smile and wave at him, delighted by the way his shoulders untense.

Yes. There is no need to ruin this little haven you’ve created.

[frudoo]

Mountain Man!Price save me… save me…

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected PIV, creampie ofc y’all know me. Also mentions of guns + hunting deer. Fem!Reader.

MDNI

“You see that one there?” John’s voice is low but not quite a whisper, using his pinky finger to point out a huge buck a couple hundred yards away from where the two of you are planted on the ground.

“Yeah,” You reply softly, keeping a watchful eye on the creature as it takes a drink of water from the creek.

“That’s who we want. Get a dozen meals offa him, easy,” he responds, pulling back from the scope to look back at you with a grin. “Wanna give it a go?”

Your eyes widen and you laugh softly, shaking your head. When you agreed to join him on his hunt, you were under the impression that you’d be acting as moral support, not as an accessory to… deer murder. You’ll cook the meat all day long, but actually killing the poor thing is a far different story.

“Nope, all yours, sugar,” You huff, glancing back at the big buck who was now feasting on a berry bush.

“C’mon, love, ‘fore we miss him,” John insists, lifting his arm and beckoning you closer with a jerk of his head.

You sigh heavily, scrunching your face as the dangling strands on the sleeve of his ghillie suit tickle you. He readjusts the rifle until the heel rests on your shoulder, gently explaining how to rest your head until your eye meets the scope and you can see through it clearly. Suddenly, the tattoos on his biceps make a lot more sense—what you thought were nonsensical spheres and lines are actually a common perspective for your man.

“Yeah, perfect. Don’t let him outta your sight, I’m just gonna…” John trails off, carefully bringing his arm back down and climbing partially on top of you. “Sorry, darlin’, it’s easier for me to show you this way.”

He positions your hand around the grip and your pointer finger on the trigger, then switches off the safety. Once he’s ensured that everything is properly structured, John rests his chin on your shoulder opposite of where the gun is. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try your hardest to keep your attention on the deer, but it’s hard when your husband’s hot breath is blowing against your face and his weight is pressing into you from above.

You try to get back in the zone by adjusting your body, but only succeed in pushing your ass back against his crotch. The low groan that emits from his throat makes you whimper and repeat the action, earning yourself a tut into your ear.

“Focus, baby, or we don’t eat for the next week,” John warns through gritted teeth, desperately holding himself back from grinding up against you.

Biting your lip, you allow your eye to focus on the deer once again, watching him strut to the next bush covered in vibrant red berries. The buck chomps down on a cluster of fruit gracefully, chewing slowly, unaware of the bullet you plan to shoot right into his heart. You suck in a deep breath, slowly start to press down on the trigger, but before you get the chance to fire, a pair of familiar lips attach to your neck hungrily. Your fingers clench out of instinct and the rifle goes off, but instead of hitting its target it buries itself somewhere in the dirt while the buck sprints away to safety.

Gasping, you drop the gun and push it away from you, turning your head back to look at John with furrowed eyebrows. His face is flushed beneath the streaks of green and black paint he had you smear across his skin, eyes wild with the telltale glint of lust.

“John, I had him! Why-”

“Fuck the deer,” He growls, no longer attempting to push down his desires and instead covering your body entirely with his own. “Got my own pretty, wide-eyed doe right here.”

John grasps your throat and tilts your head back so that his mouth can hastily smash against yours. His tongue shoves its way past your lips, tasting your shock, devouring the unspoken questions that dissolved before they got the chance to slip out. You don’t hesitate to kiss back, eyelids falling shut as his big hands glide between your body and the dewy grass to fumble with your cargos. The button snaps a little harsher than it should and you already know you’re gonna need to sew a new one on when you get back to the cabin.

“Fuck, your cunt’s already so damn wet,” John exhales heavily as he pulls your pants and knickers down just past your hips, exposing your ass and the glistening slick that’s collected between your thighs. “My cock’s just gonna slip right in.”

You whine at that, arching your back in invitation. John hisses and smacks one of your asscheeks hard enough to sting his palm. He chuckles at the little squeal you let out before sitting up on his knees and shoving down the pants of his ghillie suit just enough to expose his dick. It’s already throbbing, fully erect and dripping pearls of precum onto your raw skin. He glides the engorged tip through your warm folds before sliding home in one deep thrust.

The two of you shudder in sync as he bottoms out, hitting the barrier of your cervix with a blissful, dull pinch. John wraps one arm around your neck, allowing you to rest your head on his bicep as he holds himself up with his opposite elbow.

“Fuckin’ deep, ain’t it?” He grunts, punctuating each word with a strong pump of his hips.

“So deep,” you confirm with a gurgle, cheeks completely squashed between the fat and muscle of his bicep and forearm. “Feels so good, John.”

“I know it does, my sweet doe.”

Every thrust is devastating, the veins and ridges of his fat cock rubbing perfectly against the sensitive walls of your tight pussy. Raspy groans fall from his lips and echo into your ear as he nibbles on the lobe, the sound of skin on skin ricocheting throughout the busy woods along with your pretty moans. The head of his dick punches against that rough spot that makes you scream, and he chuckles, angling his hips so that he can make you see stars over and over again.

“That’s right, love, scream for me. Let the fuckin’ mockingbirds hear you, so every single soul that comes through here knows how pretty you sound when I make you cum. Yeah, just like that, baby, sing for me, sing for the birds.”

His words encourage you to obey, your cunt clamping down on him like it’s trying to keep his cock inside permanently. Rivulets of slick cream cling to every inch of his dick as he buries his face in your neck, uncaring of how the strands of his ghillie suit brush against your skin, overwhelming your senses. With a final thrust, he pushes himself deep and releases his potent load into your willing womb, spurts of his seed painting your walls an off-white.

Once the two of you have calmed down, breathing evening out, John gently pulls out and shimmies your panties and cargos back up your hips, effectively keeping his cum contained. He moves from on top of you and stands, pulling his own pants up and tucking away his spent cock, then throws the rifle over his back. You’re utterly useless, laying on the grass and mumbling something incoherent. Your lover just chuckles and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you back to the cabin, safe, warm and definitely planning to have leftover soup for dinner once again.

(When he returns to the woods the next day for a successful hunt without your distracting presence, he hears an awfully familiar call from a certain bird in one of the trees.)

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Watching the MAGAs online scream about how this guy was able to get a gun with a history of weapons charges and mental illness and it's like... y'all are SO CLOSE to the point. You're basically standing ON the point. If the Point was a fire you'd be burning alive... and yet they miss it entirely. It's absolutely wild.

You mean... a white Republican with a history of mental illness and weapons charges could get an assault weapon in Florida, which famously has zero gun laws?? Say it isn't so!!!

(Like. This is the lamest "assassination attempt" in the history of time and it still smells of Trump desperately trying to distract from his 826 other ongoing fiascos, but also. This very much is not rocket science.)

Anyway, I suggest the Democrats write an omnibus gun safety bill, name it the Protect Donald Trump Act, and double dog dare the Republicans to vote against it. It would be hilarious.