#auto on/off bulb

[pankj123]

Motion Sensor Bulb

What is a Motion Sensor Bulb?

A motion sensor bulb is a special type of lighting that uses motion-detection technology to automatically turn on and off. When movement is detected within a specific range, the bulb lights up, and after a set period of inactivity, it turns off by itself. This feature is particularly useful in places like hallways, stairwells, garages, basements, and even outdoor spaces where you may need light temporarily.

How Does a Motion Sensor Bulb Work?

Motion sensor bulbs contain small sensors that detect movement within a certain range, usually about 10 to 15 feet. When the sensor detects motion, it signals the bulb to turn on. After a set period with no detected movement, the bulb turns off automatically. This feature is especially handy in areas like garages, basements, hallways, and patios where you don’t want the light on all the time.

Different Types of ESYSENSE Motion Sensor Bulbs

1. ESYSENSE 7W Motion Sensor Bulb

The 7W motion sensor bulb by ESYSENSE is energy-efficient, using only 7 watts to provide bright light. It’s ideal for smaller spaces like bathrooms, closets, or hallways, where you need quick lighting that doesn’t consume much energy. This bulb also features the motion sensor auto on/off function, meaning it lights up when it detects motion and shuts off automatically when it’s no longer needed. This feature helps save energy and makes it perfect for spaces where lights are often left on accidentally.

2. Radar Motion Sensor Bulb

The radar motion sensor bulb is one of the most advanced bulbs in the ESYSENSE range. Unlike standard motion sensors, radar sensors can detect movement through thin walls or glass, which makes them perfect for larger spaces like garages, driveways, or outdoor areas. Radar technology is also more sensitive, so it can even pick up small movements, ensuring that the light comes on as soon as you need it.

3. LED Motion Sensor Bulb

If you’re looking for an energy-efficient and long-lasting option, the LED motion sensor bulb is a fantastic choice. LED lights use less electricity than traditional bulbs and can last up to 25,000 hours. With this type of bulb, you get bright light and energy savings without needing frequent replacements. Combining LED technology with motion sensing makes these bulbs eco-friendly and cost-effective.

Why Choose a Smart Motion Sensor Bulb?

ESYSENSE's smart motion sensor bulb is ideal for people who desire simple, contemporary lighting control. You have more control over when and how the light turns on thanks to this bulb's smart settings, which let you change the motion sensor's sensitivity, timing, and brightness. In areas like garages or entryways where you desire more specialised lighting options, this easy fix can have a significant impact.

Auto On/Off Bulb by ESYSENSE: Making Life Easier

The auto on/off bulb feature in ESYSENSE’s motion sensor bulbs means that you never have to think about turning the lights on or off. Whether it’s nighttime or a rainy day, these bulbs turn on as soon as you step into the room or space and turn off automatically when you leave. This feature not only saves energy but also adds security to your home by keeping dark areas lit when needed.

Benefits of Using ESYSENSE Motion Sensor Bulbs

Using motion sensor bulbs has many benefits:

Convenience: No more fumbling in the dark looking for a light switch. Motion sensor bulbs turn on instantly when they detect movement, making it easy to enter and exit rooms without hassle.

Energy Savings: Your electricity expenses will go down because the light only turns on when it's needed. Considering how energy-efficient LED motion sensor lamps are, this is particularly true.

Safety and Security: By providing quick lighting in places like driveways, entryways, and staircases, motion sensor bulbs help reduce the risk of accidents. Additionally, by lighting up as someone approaches, they can serve as a deterrent to invaders.

Long Lifespan: You won't need to change ESYSENSE's LED motion sensor bulbs very frequently because they last a long time. Over time, this lowers waste and saves money.

Eco-Friendly: These bulbs are a more environmentally friendly option for lighting because they consume less energy and last longer. 

Ideal Places for Motion Sensor Bulbs

Motion sensor bulbs are incredibly versatile and can be used in a variety of indoor and outdoor locations:

Hallways and Stairways: Perfect for lighting up as you pass through, making nighttime navigation safer.

Garages and Driveways: Motion sensor bulbs automatically light up as soon as you arrive, whether by car or on foot.

Bathrooms and Closets: Ideal for areas where lights are often left on by accident.

Front and Back Doors: Provides immediate light when you approach, making it easier to see your way at night.

Storage Areas and Basements: Ensures you have light when you need it, without requiring you to remember to turn it off.

How to Set Up a Motion Sensor Bulb

Setting up a motion sensor bulb is straightforward. Simply screw the bulb into any standard socket, and it’s ready to work. If it’s a smart bulb, follow the instructions to connect it to any apps or smart home devices. Once installed, the bulb will start detecting motion and turning on automatically.

Some bulbs, especially smart models, allow you to adjust settings such as motion sensitivity and how long the light stays on after detecting movement. Customizing these options lets you tailor the bulb’s performance to your preferences.

Why Pick a Bulb with Motion Sensors?

Selecting a motion sensor light bulb combines cost savings, security, and comfort. They're a fantastic option for any home for the following reasons:

Automatic Lighting: The ease of having lights that operate without the need for switches.

Cost and Energy Savings: These bulbs assist the environment and reduce energy costs with features like motion sensing and LED technology.

Long-Lasting Performance: LED motion sensor lights require fewer replacements because they last for years.

Extra Security: By unexpectedly lighting up and offering visibility in dimly lit locations, this is perfect for discouraging burglars.

In conclusion

Motion sensor bulbs are a better and more energy-efficient option for lighting your house. There is a motion sensor bulb to meet any demand, including the long-lasting LED motion sensor bulb, the radar motion sensor bulb for vast spaces, and the 7W motion sensor bulb for energy savings. Your house can become safer, more efficient, and brighter with the extra flexibility of a smart motion sensor bulb or the ease of a motion sensor auto on/off bulb.

Why wait, then? Take advantage of lighting that works for you rather than the other way around by switching to auto-on/off bulbs now! Whether you want to improve security with outside sensors, add convenient lighting to your home's entryways, or just take advantage of the hands-free convenience of motion-detected lights, motion sensor bulbs provide a solution for every room and outdoor space.

Motion Sensor Lights

Motion sensor B22 bulb 7W

Motion Sensor E27 Bulb

Motion Sensor B22 Bulb

Motion detector bulb

Motion Sensor Tube light

Motion sensor Tube light Auto Diimmable

Motion Sensor T5 Tube light 

Motion Sensor T8 Tube light

 Motion Sensor Tube light Auto ON/OFF 

Motion Sensor 2X2 Panel

Motion sensor Panel 36W

Motion Sensor Panel 40 W

Motion Sensor Panel Auto Dimmable

Motion Sensor Panel Auto ON/OFF

Motion Sensor Conceal Light

Motion sensor Conceal Down Light

Motion Sensor Conceal Light 10 W 

Motion Sensor Conceal Light 7 W

 Motion Sensor Conceal Light Auto ON/OFF 

Motion Sensor Mini PIR 

PIR Motion sensor

 Motion Detection UP to 6M

Motion Sensor 

Motion Sensor Auto ON/OFF 

[whohasthecards]

Hangster AU -- Firefighter Bradley & Best Buy Employee/Aviator Jake

AU where Bradley is a firefighter and Jake is still an aviator. Jake is on a long leave, probably because of the mission, and he takes another job to pass the time. He works at Best Buy.

Bradley comes to Best Buy to buy something, he's still in uniform, so Jake knows where he works at. And they snark at one another, but Jake manages to throw the box of what Bradley needs at him, smirking all the time.

---

"Can we stop debating the merits of 10 different wires and connectors and just give me the box, please," Bradley said exasperated as he held a hand out for the box this Ken doll was holding.

"Sure, here, catch," Jake said shrugging throwing the box lightly at him. "No need to get as red as your fire truck."

Bradley groans, rolls his eyes, and walks away. He was never wearing his fire department shirt in public ever again.

---

Bradley put his keys on in his bronco. And turn it. Engine sputtering.

"Oh come on," Bradley muttered, moustache twitching.

He stepped down again on the brake and clutch, twisting the key. Nada. Bradley groaned and hit his head on the steering wheel wondering who the fuck to call.

He jumped when he heard a knock at the window, seeing Ken doll, looking sympathetic.

He opened the door.

"Need a jump?" Ken-doll asked.

Bradley, sighed, "Yes please."

"Give me a sec to bring my car over."

"Thank you." ---

"Man, you've been having issues with the lights and radio, too? But you just replaced the bulbs, right?"

Bradley deeply sighed and rubbed the space between his eyes, "Yeah."

"That's fucked up, man, good luck, better bring it to the shop for the wiring."

"No comment on the wires on this one?"

"Car wiring is a whole another thing I ain't gonna touch, too much of a headache for me," Ken-doll said, flicking the toothpick in his mouth to the side.

"How do you know so much about wires, anyways? You work with it a lot at Best Buy?" Bradley said going back inside his truck to try to start it.

"Nah, not really, I studied engineering, and my other job. You pick some stuff up along the way."

"You studied engineering and you work at Best Buy!?" Bradley said fingers slipping from the ignition.

"Anything wrong with that?" Ken-doll said, raising a brow.

"No, I mean-- Oh look the car's starting," Bradley said flustered. "Thank you, man, I'm Bradley Bradshaw by the way, incase you need anything, I'm by the fire station." Bradley said holding out his hand.

"It's Jake, and if you need anything from electronic goods to repair, come to Best Buy for a wonderful service," Jake said shaking his hand and winking.

"Should add auto-repair to that slogan."

---

A series of events caused them to meet again. And they hit it off, go one dates and all that.

Jake likes listening to Bradley's stories about his job, and Jake tells him about some crazy customers he had to deal with.

Bradley never asked about Jake's previous job/other job, and Jake,,, forgot.

---

One day, Bradley's station gets a call for a jet having to do an emergency crash landing. And they have to make sure that the area is clear and be prepared for anything that might happen. If the pilot gets stuck or something gets lit on fire.

And they're listening in on the radio with the pilot and pilot's instructor telling him what to do. Calm, steady, smooth, and knowledgeable.

Familiar.

They arrive on scene, get the pilot out, and the instructor comes eventually in a rush.

"Is my pilot, okay?" A familiar voice asked.

"Yeah, we're getting him checked out at the hospital, nothing severe."

He hears the man sigh, "Good."

The man turns the corner, and his eyes flickered to Bradley for a moment, before focusing back on the fire captain.

"I'm Lieutenant Commander Seresin, thank you for helping during this incident."

---

"You work in the Navy!?"

"Yeaahhh--"

"You didn't tell me!?"

"I forgot!"

A pause.

"Also does the team know we're dating?"

"The station? No, why?"

"Wanna mess with them?"

"I'm listening."

[gretavanmoon]

Valor - Troubadour

Pairing: Daniel x OC

Word Count: 13k

Warnings: Cursin', Smokin', Drinkin'. Angst: Mention of Struggle and Poverty, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Weapons, Mentions of Murder and Death, Allusions to Shady Activities, Mention of Police, Concealing a Fugitive. Smut: Flirting, Kissing, Unprotected Sex.

Hey everyone! Thanks for being here! Was really missing the Valor world (what's new) and decided to satiate my needs with a little Danny spin-off. This story picks up just a few months after Chapter 14 ends and before the Epilogue, when Danny has decided to busk around the Midwest in search of fulfilling his musical heart and hitting the open road on his motorcycle. This Danny side-quest story will only be a few parts, but hope you enjoy the ride!

Big thanks to my bestie & cowriter @gretavangroupie for all the edits and wonderful idea inputs <333

Read Valor Ch. 14 here

Read the Epilogue here

TOPEKA, KANSAS

DANNY

“Cheapest bottled you got, please. From the back of the cooler,” I yell over the crowd as I pull off my hat, raking the back of my sleeve across my forehead to clear away the dripping sweat threatening to fall into my eyes. I’m tired and my voice is a barely-there rasp, but these past few weeks have had me flying on auto-pilot, running on fumes and the new high of performing on stage with a live band, just like I’ve always dreamed of doing. The bar we’re in tonight is crowded and full of loud-mouthed drunks, but honestly, I feel frighteningly right at home. 

Glass beer signs line the walls and the pool tables are barely lit and in desperate need of some new bulbs. The faded green felt is tattered and torn, and the cues have seen better days. I can tell that every cent this place makes is not going to the upkeep of the building, that's for damn sure. The walls are dripping with nicotine and and the floors are sticky with spilled beer and god knows what else. Truly, feels just like Canaries, a place I thought I’d never see the likes of again.

The bartender furrows her brow at me as she turns toward the cooler, obviously thrown off by my odd request. As she slowly leans down, I can’t help but let my eyes rake over her backside, hardly covered by the ripped and cutoff Levi shorts hugging her hips and thighs. She pulls her hair to the side as she bends lower at the waist, reaching as far back as she can to get to the furthest beer. She’s bent completely in half, and I have to calm myself with a full breath of air to keep my thoughts from getting the best of me. It’s been a while, sue me.

I snicker to myself as I pop a few peanuts from the bar bowl into my mouth, satisfied that she fell right into my trap. 

Oldest trick in the book. 

Finally she pops up, returning shortly after with a frosty brown bottle in her hand. She unscrews the lid, tossing it against the wall at the end of the bar before it falls into the waiting trash can below it. 

“Just realized why you asked for one from the back of the cooler. You think I’m some kinda sleaze, or somethin’?” she asks, leaning her elbows down on the bar with just enough force to squeeze her tits together. Her hand is still damp from handling the icy bottle, and I watch as she gently rakes her fingertips across her collarbone. Hm… I am no stranger to her type.

I lift the bottle to my waiting lips and take a long pull, never breaking eye contact with her. Finally I swallow, leaning onto my own elbows to meet her challenging gaze. 

“Beer’s coldest back there. You think I want somethin’ warm after sweatin’ like a hog up there on stage all night?” I ask. “It’s goddamned hot in here.”

She scoffs and her eyes roll, standing back up straight as her expression tells me she is already over my shit. Still she looks at me, crossing her arms tightly across her chest, the faded words on her shirt barely legible anymore. “Just cause you play a little guitar don’t mean you can get whatever the hell ya want here,” she bites, her eyes now seething and sexy. 

I growl a little beneath my breath, flashing her a glance of my teeth. “Well it fuckin’ worked, didn’t it? I gave you a show, only fair you give me a little one, too…” I reply audaciously. 

“Fuck off, prick. ‘Fore I bar you,” she says, fighting back a smile. 

I stand and smile too, pulling a few bucks from my back pocket to lay on the sticky bar top. 

Her lips purse, “Band’s got a tab, you ain’t gotta pay now,” she explains, effectively ignoring the other patrons who are now nearly begging for the attention that she won’t stop giving to me. 

I bite my bottom lip as I squint my eyes at her. “I don’t like owin’ people. I’ll pay as I drink,” I insist as I take another swig off the top of my beer. “Unless of course, my money’s no good here?”

I watch her snap back in surprise as the music from the house band begins to swell from the stage behind me. Her tongue pokes through her lips as she blows the bright pink gum in her mouth into a bubble, eyeing me as it inflates and pops, and she pulls it back between her teeth. 

She slams her palm onto the money and swipes it from the bar top, spinning quickly as she heads to the cash register. 

“Danny, my man! Kickin’ ass and takin’ names!” Suddenly I feel the harsh palm of my new band mate Shawn grip across my neck, shaking me from side to side. He’s drunk already, but that’s to be expected of a front man who would rather chug a fifth of warm Jack Daniel’s before a show than warm his vocals up during sound check. “Hell of a fuckin’ set. Who the hell taught you how to pick a guitar, huh? The devil himself?”

I smirk a little, unable and unwilling to tell Shawn that yes, the devil was definitely with me for all the years I sat quietly in my room with my guitar, drowning out all the noise around me with whatever sound I could get to come from the damned thing. My foster parents, Ace… the revving of Valor’s engine all the nights that Jake suffered trying to fix her. 

“Just practice, I guess,” I yell back in his ear as he stumbles into me. “Practice and patience.” I’d never tell him the skill was born of necessity. He didn’t need to know that much. 

“Well, m’glad we found you on the side of the road when we did. You got more talent in your baby toe than Rog had in his entire fuckin’ body, man,” Shawn slurs, his own cocktail splashing onto my shirt as he speaks. “I mean that.”

I give him a curt smile and nod as he disappears back into the crowd, an elongated arm and pointed finger trained on me as he falls away. 

I couldn’t be more thankful for him and the other guys; they’d stumbled across me busking outside a little string of bars outside of Memphis right after we burned Ace’s down and I’d decided to hit the road on Ruby. I needed some space, I needed some freedom. And I needed the open fuckin’ road so badly I could hardly stand it. So that’s just what I did.

It was strange at first, being away from Jake and away from Joslyn after they were all I’d known for the majority of my life, but I knew deep down that if I didn’t go, if I didn’t leave, I’d get stuck right back where I’d started from in that goddamned town, running from the law and all the demons I’d decided to collect on the way. 

I knew Jake needed Y/N, and they needed to start a life together in privacy. I didn’t fuckin’ like it, bouncing from cheap motel to cheap motel, but after some time, I got over myself and my needs and began to rely on the road, and the sound of my tires spinning across it. I grew to love the feeling of a guitar in my hand more than the feeling of a socket wrench. And I began to like the sound of a loud, cheering audience more than the sound of a tuned-up Mustang engine. I reckon part of that is due to Y/N’s encouragement, getting me over my own fear of performing.

But that ain’t to say that I didn’t miss mechanicin’ a little. 

This band was full of miscreants just like myself, who had gathered together after realizing their talents and how much better they’d be if they meshed together. Their old guitarist, Rog was good, but he just didn’t have it in him, from what I understand. I didn’t want to settle down with a band, and honestly I’m still tossing around if it’s a good idea or not, but the money is alright. And sleeping in a shitty van beats sleeping under a tarp on a sidewalk or roach infested motel. Not that I am above that now.  

“Cowboy, your change?” I hear the bartender’s voice interrupt my thoughts, pulling me back into the headspace of the crowd and the chaos. 

“Nah, s’yours,” I reply to her, giving her a wink as she fights off another sweet smile, chomping on her gum again as she makes a point to give me a full up-down. 

Cowboy. I don’t like that. 

I’m far from a fuckin’ cowboy. Don’t think I’ve ever even mounted a horse in my life. I guess if I’m gonna continue to wear this cowboy hat, I’d better get used to the nickname. 

And if she’s gonna keep lookin’ at me like that all night, I’ll let her call me whatever the hell she wants. 

—

I drape the hat from a hook hanging on the motel room wall, making good on my new knowledge to never lay it down. I’d fallen asleep on a park bench one night a month or so ago with my guitar case open in front of me, and I’d woken up to the dirty old hat laying right in the center of it. Underneath it was the rip off the edge of a piece of receipt paper, some chicken scratch handwriting across the bottom of it: “Looks like you need this more than I do”, was all it read. 

I didn’t bother cleaning it, or trying in earnest to return it to its rightful owner, because they were right. A hat in the heat of the Kansas sun was like a godsend. It’s a pale beige straw with a camel brown leather strip, and I have to admit, it fits me like a glove. I made a mental note that day to take it with me wherever I go, and to always be thankful to the nameless stranger who had left it for me. Though it’s not my style, I still wear it with pride.

“Hat looks good on you, Cowboy. Sure you don’t wanna leave it on?” She smiles from her place on the bed. 

Yeah, I’d brought the bartender home with me, obviously, after we’d shared plenty of back-and-forth banter with one another between the few sets our band played tonight. She’d managed to get me pretty drunk after the last set, sliding me a double shot of whiskey on the house after I insisted on tipping her for every beer I’d ordered. 

I’d splurged on a king-sized bed tonight, forgoing joining the rest of the guys exploring the little Kansas town we’d found ourselves in. And I’m glad I did. The bartender, Sherry, I’d learned, is sprawled out in a red lace getup, making herself comfortable on the scratchy brown felt blankets and over starched sheets. She’s definitely fuckin’ sexy, and she’s easy to talk to, and I knew I’d made the right decision for the night when she didn’t actually get mad at me for my advances on her at the bar. She seems like just my kinda lover. 

I rip my t-shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor behind me before clicking off the lamp on the nightstand beside us. My mind is still swirling from the adrenaline of the crowd and the feeling of the music we make, and from the intoxication I’d put onto myself. Fuckin’ whiskey.

At the last second I change my mind, grabbing the hat from the hook before I crawl toward her on the bed, hand over knee as I place it directly on top of her head. 

“Yeah, I’m sure, think it would look better on you, anyhow,” I say, pressing it down a little to make it fit snugly on her. She giggles, reaching up to tilt the brim of it back to get a better look at me in the dim light reflecting from the cracked bathroom door. 

“You tryin’ to tell me somethin’, Cowboy?” she says, pushing me by the shoulders to lie back into the pillows. “Tryin’ to tell me what you want, tonight?”

She thrusts one of her legs over my waist, straddling me fully as she lets one hand drift across my ink-covered torso while the other readjusts the hat on her head. Fuck, she really is fine as hell. Has a different look to her than most of the women back in Joslyn. A little grittier, a little more confident in herself. My hands immediately grip her thick thighs as I lick my lips, glad she picked up on my insinuation. 

“I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, baby…” I say as my hips buck up into her, her bright red nails digging with a little force into my chest. My eyes blur from my drunkenness, but I can feel my heart racing with anticipation for whatever the night is about to bring me. The TV behind her is blasting late night MTV videos, Peter Gabriel, Dire Straits, ZZ Top… the light casting the silhouette of her perfect figure right in front of my face. Her tits are sitting perfectly in the lace, and I find myself slipping quickly into the feral mindlessness of foreplay. I reach my hand up to free her breast from the confines, gripping her left cup to rip it down. 

I feel my mouth salivating as her perfect nipple perks up, and I feel no shame in taking it all in my hand. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous baby…” I praise her, my filter nearly completely gone. I squeeze at it a few times before sitting up to take her in my mouth, bringing my tongue harshly across her nipple. Her head dips back at the contact as she sits down a little harder on me, grinding her hips a little and looking for friction. 

“Fuck, Cowboy, we’re really gonna get into this?” she asks, her hips already circling on my hardening dick. 

I hum onto her, making her hiss between her teeth. “Mmmhm, unless you want me to take you back home…”

“No no, no…” she urges, shaking her head side to side as it falls back, and I free her other breast, taking it into my mouth as well. “I’m good here.” 

Her nails dig into me a little bit more, showing me that if we want this night to keep going how it is, I need to get myself together. She huffs a loud breath as she sits back, unbuckling my leather belt as her hands start to hastily shake. Her head tilts down and she looks at me again under the brim of the cowboy hat, her bottom lip sucking in and out of her mouth. 

“You need a hand?” I ask, offering my help with the belt and button. She nods a little, and we work together to pull my pants and underwear all the way off. My dick springs free as she drops my pants to the floor and I can hardly decipher the string of words and obscenities that fall from her gorgeous red lips. She leans down, and without any warning at all, takes me all the way into her mouth. 

My head falls back in surprise as my hips act on their own, pressing themselves to get me deeper into her throat. “Oh, shit, Sherry baby…” My hands find hers, and I give them a tight squeeze to let her know that I’m okay with going forward. Not that I really had any say so, anyway. Her tongue glides across the length of my cock, already begging for more as she pays special attention to the tip. Her red lipstick makes for a sinful visual, even in the partial darkness. 

The air in the room is already starting to heat, heavy with the smell of lust mixed with cigarettes and bad decisions. I thought maybe I’d change when I left Joslyn, and I did, in many ways. But goddamnit if I didn’t keep the same fuckin’ love for my vices. Cheap beer, rolled smokes, and women. All shapes and sizes, all makes and models, fuck. I’ll never fuckin’ grow up, and I’m not sorry for it. And now I’ve added a whole new love to my roster- playing the ever-loving fuck out of a guitar. 

“You wanna look at me, or not?” Sherry breaks my train of thoughts after she pops her lips off the tip of my dick. 

I take a deep breath, watching as her hand takes the place of her mouth, slowly and languidly gliding her grip up and down the length of it. “Whatcha mean, baby?”

She crawls up on me, placing one hand on either side of my head. She leans down, placing the tiniest peck on my lips. “Reverse, or…” 

“Oh…” I breathe, my body begging for more of her touch, anything at all, anywhere. “Can I pick both?”

She laughs a true laugh, displaying a dimple in her cheek, crawling back down the bed and stepping off the end of it. Her thumbs hook in the side straps of her thong, and she slowly sways her hips from side to side, pulling it slowly down her legs. She shimmies free of it before turning around, bending at the waist as she gives me quite the show yet again, just like I’d tricked her into doing at the bar. 

“Fuck… bring yourself over here…” I beg of her again, holding my two middle fingers up to beckon her. My entire body is writhing with want, and I can feel myself already teetering on the edge of pleading. She does as I ask, her bottom half completely uncovered now as she crawls up on me once again, before turning herself around backwards. Yes, baby. 

She glances at me over her shoulder before taking me in her hand again, working me up to where she wants me. She uses the utmost care in making sure I’m there again. She’s still flawless in the blue light of the TV as “Every Breath You Take” by the Police pops on behind her.

“Ugh, god I hate this song,” she complains quietly, and I barely hear her over the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears. I’m too blissed out with the visual of her ass grinding against me to even register what she’d said. 

“It’s so…whiney…” she complains again, her hand still working me. Her hand feels buttery soft against my cock, and I have to stop my stomach muscles from tightening in on themselves. God, I could already fuckin’ bust. “M’sorry Cowboy, I gotta turn this shit off. I can’t concentrate.” 

“Damn, whatcha got against Sting?” I chuckle, a little miffed that she’s hopping off me to reach for the television knob. She twists it once, and I huff an aggravated breath as the news pops on. 

It’s fuzzy and the picture is blurred, but I guess it appeases her more than the music did. She takes her position again as she grips my dick in her hand, leaning down just a little bit to take me in her mouth again. My hands knead at her ass as we pick right back up where we started from. My teeth are biting hard into my bottom lip, stifling the noise I want to let fly. “Goddamnit, Sher-“

Now, Sherry isn’t the first woman I’ve fallen victim to since leaving Joslyn, and she most definitely won’t be the last. Sometimes I think back on my time with Y/N, and how things had progressed so quickly with her before I got my head on straight and realized that I was moving in a direction my moral compass didn’t need to point. And when I realized my brother was madly in love with her. 

Things had felt good with her during that time, and honestly, I thank her for it. Though we only spent a fraction of time together, she gave me a taste of what it felt like to truly care for someone in that regard, and she let me know that maybe my heart is big enough to love someone other than just Jake and Bubba. Watching her and Jake together taught me more than they ever even knew, showed me that with the right counterpart, even lungs full of cigarette smoke and hearts full of resentment can turn on a dime, and reciprocate a love they’d never even known before. 

Love?

Nah, I never felt love for her. At least I don’t think I did. I did feel serious enough to want to change my life for her, that much was true. But thankfully I caught myself before I started to tumble. She helped me learn that I am capable of doing it, I can be that man for the right woman, if and when the time comes. 

But that time isn’t now, and that woman isn’t Sherry. 

“Fuck me, baby… god yes…” I groan into the thick air as Sherry finally sits all the way down on me, taking me fully inside her with one swift motion. I huff a fast breath through my gritted teeth, sitting up a little to get a better view of her. I grip her hips as she starts to rise up and down, getting a rhythm together as she starts to bounce. 

Her hands move from in front of her on the bed, and one reaches back and grips her left ass  cheek while the other holds on tight to my hat on her head. She feels like fucking heaven, silky sweet and velvety as she switches between backward thrusts. “How’s that, Cowboy? Feel good, baby?” she asks, her voice breathy as I watch her ass bounce against my thighs. She twists her head around to look at me with an eyebrow perked as she awaits my answer.

“Yeah… fuckin’ tight, baby, s’ perfect…” I could say more, but she switches herself up and hops to balance on just her feet, giving herself more space to ride me. She balances perfectly without the help of her hands, and somehow, the sight of her fucking just the tip makes me want to let it all go right there. Her wetness is dripping down on me, and it takes everything in me not to grab her hips and pull her all the way down again. But the show is just too damn good. I’m impressed, I really am, and I wonder if she does this with every victim at the bar that she flirts her way home with.

Ah, who gives a fuck. I’m her choice for the night just as she is mine. 

This view has me throbbing inside her, and for a second I don’t know what to do with my hands. She starts slowly swirling her hips, her hands balanced on her knees as she works me to near perfection. “You’re gorgeous baby, keep it right there…” I groan, my entire body starting to burn with need. I bring my open palm across her ass, eliciting a high pitched squeal from her, followed by a devious laugh. Somehow, I knew she would like that and the visual of my red handprint on her skin pushes me even further.  

I grab her hips and pull her down onto me, and I swear she feels even better than she did before. She falls back down to her knees into the position she was in before, still gyrating back onto me. I move my legs and sit up on my own knees, pressing a hand to her back as she leans down to all fours. I press deeper into her now, nearing myself closer and closer to the edge with this new angle. I feel rabid now, wanting to have all of her that I can in what I know will be this short span of time. 

“Ssss, fuck…” she grits, her voice a near whine now as I begin pounding into her ruthlessly. Her walls are fluttering around me violently, and I realize now that I never even told her my name. 

“Yes… yes…” She arches her back as she bucks her ass onto me, spreading her knees apart on the bed below and pressing her face into the mattress. “Harder, Cowboy, please…”

The hat is still hanging on for dear life as the room around me loses its shape, and all I can think about is the vicious sound of our bodies smacking together. I’m sure the neighbors are enjoying the sound of the headboard rattling against the wall, but I truly couldn’t care less. I’m trying to be careful not to leave bruises on her hip bones, but given the way the night has gone, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, anyway. 

Without warning, I feel her hand reach between her own legs, gripping my balls firmly in her hand, and giving them a few tight squeezes. The sensation has me mindblown and my knees weaken, like she knows exactly where my weakest spot is without me even telling her. 

“Fuck, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” I ask, my hips moving at an ungodly pace as she continues to squeeze. I’m not sure if she wants me to cum faster, or if she really just wants to give me a show. For this to be the first night the two of us have met, she’s really uncaring of any of her manners. 

“Mmhm…” her breath is heavy, pitiful and wanting as I continue my relentlessness. “Just want you to feel…good, baby…” she whines through the thick blankets on the bed. Her hands are gripped tightly into them now, as she holds herself in this position. 

I take a fistful of her hair in my hand tightly at the root, and pull her up to me. My sweat-covered chest is pressed against her back, and I grab one of her tits with my free hand. I stay buried deep inside her, and I can feel both our pulses raging through us as we catch our breath. “Sexy, Sherry…” I breathe into her ear. Her hips start looking for friction, and she begins grinding them back onto my cock again, slow and ragged as I know she’s getting near the finish line. 

She falls onto her hands again and I feel us both begin to reach that point, and the muscles in our bodies start to shake and tremble. My eyes blur over as I wait to hear the sweet noises fall from her lips, but instead I’m met with another sound. 

“Cowboy…” she says, her voice stern. But I barely hear her as I concentrate on my own pleasure. “Cowboy!” she repeats even louder, but I continue to drown her out, not letting up on pounding into her. 

“DANIEL?” she yells, quickly pulling herself away from me and hopping across the hotel room.

“What, what? What’s wrong Sherry?” I ask, suddenly surprised and confused. She rips a sheet from the bed and covers herself with it, and I notice that her eyes are blown out with fear. She cowers in the corner as her eyes dart back and forth, searching for her clothes. I’m completely confused, and a little blindsided as my body tries to figure out what it should be doing.

“You– I, it’s you!” She points to the TV as the picture flashes across the screen. All I see is the face of a news anchorman, reading something off the papers in his hands. 

I stand from the bed and walk closer to it, watching as he continues to read. “Sher, it’s just the news, what do you–”

“Get away from me!” she cries, stepping back harshly into the wall. “Don’t touch me!” She suddenly seems as if she is a trapped animal, searching for her escape.

I instinctively walk toward her. “Sherry, what in the world?! I’m sorry if I–”

“Stop! Don’t come any closer! You fucking liar!” Her eyes are wide and terrified as she looks at the television again, and I’m nearly frozen in place as I try to piece together the past few seconds. I look from her to the TV again, and the picture is staticy and fuzzy. I back away from her and adjust the antenna, watching as the picture clears a bit. I turn up the volume and listen to the anchorman speak. I feel my legs hit the back of the bed and I sit down harshly, waiting to see what in the fuck Sherry saw for myself. 

“Authorities are asking for the public’s assistance in locating these men, as they are believed to be armed and likely dangerous. It is positively believed that they are directly responsible for the death of a man in Joslyn, Missouri, by means of murder by arson. Both men fled the town shortly after the incident, and are believed to be living separately, or traveling on the run.” My hand shoots to my mouth as I watch in complete terror as a sketch of mine and Jake’s faces cover the TV screen. “Authorities are just now building a solid case, and need your help in finding these men. If you have any information regarding their whereabouts, please call the telephone number at the bottom of your screen.”

I feel the blood drain from my body as I take the first breath I have in nearly a minute, and I feel myself going into a state of shock. 

What… the fuck…

I feel Sherry’s body rush toward me as she drops the sheet that was covering her to pick up the clothing she had strewn across the dingy carpeted floor. “I gotta get out of here…” she rushes, her hands shaking. 

“Sherry, listen to me. I can explain-”

“Explain? Explain what?! That you’re a murderer?!” she screams, and I watch as fearful tears begin to well in her eyes. She hastily pulls her shirt over her head and I listen to her breathing pick up as she tries to calm herself. 

“I’m not a murderer, Sherry! Listen to me! I swear you have no reason to be afraid of me…I–I just let me talk, please…” I beg her, my voice rising with the temperature of my skin. 

“Stop. Shut up. I’m getting away from you, and I’m callin’ the police,” she says through a completely shaken voice as she steps back into her shorts. I can tell she is in complete self-protection mode. 

What in the fuck is going on? How did this happen?

My heart rate starts to rise as everything hits me… the sketch of my face on the screen, Jake’s face… armed and dangerous, wanted for murder by arson… My head is spinning with confusion, with worry, with the sudden want to run, myself. I think about Jake, and about Y/N, and how I haven’t spoken to them in a few days. Do they know? Where is Bubba, are he and Geraldine okay?

It’s then that I realize I can’t let Sherry go, I can’t let her call. 

“Sherry, stop. Can you just listen to me for a second?” I ask again, grabbing her by the shoulders with as little force as possible. She tries to pry herself away, so I switch gears, knowing that if she isn’t going to listen, I have to use another tactic. “You do not need to get into this, this goes a lot deeper than it looks on the surface, Sherry. Please. I’m not a monster. I swear to god, I’m not.”

“You expect me to fuckin’ believe you? You never even told me your fuckin’ name! Daniel, is that even it?” she cries, the tears flowing down her face. 

“Yes! Yes, that is my real name. That much is true. And the other man, that’s my brother. His name is Jacob. Jake,” I explain, trying to throw sincerity into my already panicked voice. I adjust her shirt that she had pulled back over her head, straightening the fabric to cover her more. “We are from Joslyn, Missouri. And… And-”

“And you fucking killed a man!” she yells, ripping herself from my hold. “You’re insane! Are you a serial killer? Because if you are, I swear to god that you won’t leave this goddamned town in one fuckin’ piece, do you understand me?” she threatens, catching her breath. “I’ve got friends, Cowboy, friends in low fuckin’ places who would walk to the ends of the earth for me. I wouldn’t test my fuckin’ luck. All it would take is one call, and you’d be a dead man, yourself.”

I watch as she swallows, suddenly feeling a bit brave as the sexual mindset completely leaves us both. 

“I don’t doubt it, Sherry. I don’t doubt that one bit.” I swallow down my panic and sit back down, trying to diffuse the situation as best as I can. In a split second, I bargain whether or not I should tell her the whole story, the whole truth, but I know that would leave her with more questions that I fear she simply won’t care to have answered, as scared as she is. I want to be honest with her, I really do. But I also want to seem as clueless as I can so as not to make things worse. “I’m not a serial killer. I swear to god. I may look rough around the edges, and barely have a penny to my name, but I’m no killer, Sher. Swear on my life.”

She’s clutching her purse in her arms, hugging into herself with her worried facial expression tight as she takes my words into consideration. She’s listening to me…

“Back at home, my brother Jake and I were into some deep shit, some shit we didn’t want to have anything to do with, but we had no choice. Had been years upon years of never ending cycles of threats and manipulation. We had nothing, we were nothing. We weren’t saints, but we were good, honest, working men. Just tryin’ our best to survive, ya know? We uh… we were being threatened, our lives were being threatened… our home. The people we loved…” I rub a hand across my face as all the memories of just a few months ago come rushing back to my mind. Bubba, Josh… and Sam…

“It was going to end badly. It was going to be deadly in ways that we couldn’t even fathom. Along with innocent people who loved us getting caught up in it, too. These men were monsters, liars and cheats. Gave a damn for no one but themselves. So we got some help. We got some help from our own friends in low places, Sher, and they helped us to make moves to end it, get us out of the situation. And it uh… It just so happened that the man who was threatening us, the man who wanted us dead, got caught in the crossfire. He came to kill us, but ended up killing himself, instead.” I know it’s not the entire truth, and there are details that I could go on about for days, but for now, this explanation will have to do. I have to make sure she sees my side of the story. If not, it’s handcuffs. 

I feel bile rising in my throat from even disclosing this much. She shouldn’t even know that much of the story. I could have lied, I should have lied… but for some reason something deep inside me stops me from it. I’ve never been a liar in my life and I won't start now.

Sherry’s body is shaking with adrenaline, or maybe even fear, but she’s calm. “Why you tellin’ me this, Cowboy?” she whispers, pulling out a box of cigarettes from her purse. She plucks one out and lights the end, taking a long drag. Her hand shakes as her thumb and ring finger balance on her cheek, the smoke billowing around her face. 

I swallow. “Because, it’s the truth. Last thing I’m gonna do is lie to you. Don’t have any reason to.”

She takes another long puff, and I find myself envying the nicotine. “Why ain’t you lyin’ to me? You don’t even know me…”

I shake my head, pulling the sheet back over my exposed lower half. “I’ve never been one to lie. Never really got me anywhere but in trouble, anyway. I ain’t got a perfect past, Sherry, that’s the honest truth. But I’m not running from my demons, I’m running from a past that I don’t want followin’ me.”

She brings her lips into her mouth, taking another few puffs of her cigarette. I say a prayer that she’s considering my plea. It feels like hours that I stare at her just standing there, her eyes floating around the room before her cigarette is nothing but a filter. She moves to the nightstand, putting out the butt in the ashtray by the phone. She turns her back to me and blows the last puff of smoke into the air before her hand scratches the back of her head. 

“I ain’t gonna call the cops,” she admits quietly. 

I stand quickly and go to her, stopping myself from taking her in a full embrace. “Fuck, thank you thank you, Sherry. Really, I– Thank you.”

“You’ve got one hour. Get your shit, and get the fuck out of here,” she warns, crossing her arms again. “If I see you here still, it’s straight to the police. And don’t ever come back to this town, do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. I won’t,” I promise as I begin working to collect my few things from the floor. She stands and watches me as I pack, and I know that she’s fighting the urge to go back on her word as her eyes move from me, to the phone, to the door, and back again. This is taking a lot from her. 

I finally have my few items shoved into my bag, and I realize that reality is once again hitting me right across the fucking face. I sit on the edge of the bed and pat the blankets, inviting Sherry to come and sit by me. She does, slowly, and with the utmost caution. 

“Why you helpin’ me?” I ask quietly. 

“Cause,” she chokes, pulling her tongue to the side of her cheek. “Feel like you’d’a done the same for me. I’ve been where you are, Cowboy. Maybe not for arson, maybe not for murder, but I’ve been there.”

I nod in understanding, extremely thankful understanding.

“And I don’t feel like you’re tellin’ me the whole story. Sounds like you and your brother have some skeletons in your closet. And I ain’t no judge, and I ain’t God. Who am I to decide what your reasonin’ was?”

I take a deep breath, suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude for her words. I take her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips to kiss over and over. “I need you to understand that it was life or death for us. Was us or him. The cards we were dealt just happened to fall that way. We did nothin’ in cold blood, Sherry. Please believe me.”

She finally looks me in the eyes for the first time in a while. “I believe you, Daniel. I don’t fuckin’ know why, but I do. God, I’m insane for doin’ this…”

“You might be, Sher, but that’s why you and I were drawn to each other, I think,” I try to lighten the mood, and she gives me a half smile.

“Still don’t like you,” she groans, giving me a lethal side eye.

I stand and wipe my hands across my thighs. “You must like me some…” I lean down to her, letting my nose graze across hers. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away. I hear her breath hitch as I watch her reason with herself on deciding to let me, or slap me. 

When she doesn’t pull away, I lick my bottom lip, gently brushing it across hers as her eyes flutter closed. My heart rate rises again as my body reacts, suddenly pulled right back into where we had just left off minutes ago. I must be fuckin’ sick in the head. 

“Fuckin’ vagabond,” she whispers, her breath hot across my lips. “Criminal…”

I laugh against her. “I ain’t none of them things, baby. Troubadour, maybe…”

I let my lips crash onto hers again, pissed at myself for being this way. Why am I this way? I need to run…I need to call Jake.

But she kisses me back, her hand immediately flying to the back of my head to pull me in closer. God, she’s just as fucked up as I am.

It’s heated and messy again as I push her back onto the bed, her nails already digging into my back as we writhe together. She moans into my mouth as I press my groin into her, making sure I’m in just the right spot. We lie like this for a few minutes, both of us knowing we’re soaking up the last bits of each other that we’re going to get.

“I ain’t lettin’ you fuck me again, Cowboy. This is just a goodbye kiss…” she breathes, her teeth nipping at my stubbled jawline. 

“You sure?” I ask as my eyes roll back. “I never got to hear you come for me…”

She laughs a guttural cry, shaking her head as she scoffs at me. “And you won’t. Not right now, at least.”

I grind between her legs again. “Thought you told me to never come back to this town?” I ask cheekily.

I pull away, looking her in the eye as she takes a quick breath to speak. “People saw me leave with you. Same people who are watchin’ the news, right now. They will recognize you. They’ll be breathin’ down my neck with interrogation on your whereabouts before the sun rises. I was a drifter once, too. Looks like I’ll just have to go back to my old ways…”

“Run with me, Sherry,” I ask before my mind can even process the thought. 

“Nah, that’s not part of the deal.” She pats my chest with her hands, signaling me to get off of her. So I stand, understanding that our time together has come to a close, and I need to make a fuckin’ break for it. “Shame, though. You’re some of the best dick that’s come through this town in a while.”

I can’t help but laugh at her as she stands from the bed along with me. “Thanks, I think.”

“Get the hell out of here, Cowboy. Go. Don’t talk to nobody, and keep your head down. Head East and don’t fuckin’ look back, ok? There’s a fueling station about twenty-five miles outside of town on Route 40. Red pumps. Stop there, they don’t think twice about drifters. Call your brother from there. Let him know you’re comin’.”

“How’re you so good at this?” I ask her, slinging my bag over my shoulder. 

She sucks her teeth as she fixes her hair and residual lipstick in the motel mirror. “Told you I was a drifter once, too. Some things are just in your blood, ya know?” She turns to me, craning her neck up as we prepare to say an actual goodbye. 

“Can I give you somethin’ to remember me by?” I ask, holding my cowboy hat out to offer to her. 

She shakes her head, taking it from my hand and placing it back on top of my curls. “No, you’re gonna need it. It’s gotten you this far…” She adjusts it on my head, brushing a few stray hairs away from my face, in an act of pure softness. “Actually, wait,” she says, brushing past me to open her purse sitting on the table. A few seconds later, she emerges with a brand new Polaroid camera in her hands. “How about a photo to remember you by?” 

I second guess it, not really wanting a perfect stranger to have her own photograph of me, but Sherry has shown me more mercy than I deserve tonight, and a photo is the least I could do. 

“Sure, why not,” I agree, adjusting the hat on my head once again. 

“Here, put these on,” she suggests, handing me my aviator sunglasses that were by her bag on the table. I oblige, feeling a little out of place, but going along with it all anyway. She pulls the camera up to her eye and positions her finger over the button, making sure I’m in the frame. “Smile for me, baby…”

I know my cheeks blush at her words, but she snaps the photo before I have the chance to make myself look ready for it. 

“Hope I didn’t break your lens,” I joke.

“Nah, it’ll be perfect. Thanks.” Her smile sends butterflies through my stomach for the third time tonight, and if things were different, I might have asked Sherry to come on the road with me for real. But I know that the issues I’m running from are bigger than anything she needs to be involved with, right now. Maybe I’ll see her again some other time, in some other smoky bar.

I grab her chin between my fingers, laying a sweet kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you around, Sherry. Thank you. Be safe out there.”

She gives me a sweet wink as she sniffs a quick tear away. “Back at ya, Cowboy.”

—

“Come on… please pick up… pick up…” I whisper into the payphone as I try to will Jake to answer on the other end. The last we spoke was about six days ago, and he and Y/N had been traveling around scoping out places to live. They’d settled in a little apartment just outside of Memphis, where I had originally planned on busking around to make some cash. I liked it there, but the winds of change kept me rolling down the road to a new nowhere.

I’d ridden into this tiny slice of highway with only my guitar on my back and my bag hooked to Ruby, and I silently thank her for carrying me this far on my journey. The guys in the band had let me put her in the cramped equipment trailer that they had luckily left unlocked when I left the motel. Careless sons of bitches, I could have easily stolen anything I wanted.

I hated leaving them without any word, but they’ll most likely see the news, and be glad that I decided to run away, anyway.

“Hello?” a gravelly voice answers.

“Jake, hey, did I wake you?” I yell anxiously into the payphone at the gas station Sherry had told me about. She had been right, the attendant never even looked at my face as I threw my gas money onto the counter.

“Yeah, it’s fuckin 4AM, what’s wrong?” he replies, his voice thick and full of sleep. “Are you OK?”

Fuck. Of course he hasn’t seen the news. 

“Ah, no not really… are you uh. Are you with Y/N?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair as I peek around the corner to make sure Ruby is still sitting where I parked her. 

I can hear him rustling on the other end of the line, finally getting his bearings. “Yeah, she’s right here, why? What’s goin’ on?”

I clear my throat nervously, “Turn on the news. Local, maybe.”

I hear him rustling around again as he pulls himself out of bed, taking a deep, shaky breath as he wakes Y/N. “Danny, I don’t like that you’re not fuckin’ tellin’ me what’s going on.”

“Just go,” I urge him, my head on a swivel. 

There’s a pause before I hear him move around and switch the television on. “You’re lucky, we just got this fuckin’ TV yesterday… Hardly know how to work the damn thing yet.” he complains.

“Just–” I bite my tongue, waiting for him to see what he will inevitably see flash across the screen very soon. There’s a pause again and I hear the faint sound of Y/N’s voice beside him.

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” he says blankly. “Oh… oh, fuck. What–”

“Just listen to it,” I say quietly, letting him listen to the whole news story. 

“That’s our fucking faces, Daniel.”

“I know. I know it is,” I begin to pace as far as the short payphone cord will let me. “What the fuck are we gonna do?”

I hear Y/N’s worried voice again. “Jake, what… they can’t do this…”

“It’s gonna be okay, baby” he reassures her, but I can hear the doubt in his voice. “Danny, where are you?”

I clear my throat again, getting my head back on straight. “Uh, just outside of Topeka. ‘Bout 25 miles. I’m headed your way.”

“Do you know my new address?” he asks, overtop of more rustling and heavy breathing.

“Yeah,” I reply, “got it memorized.”

“Well forget it. We’re going somewhere else. We can’t be here,” he says angrily. 

“Jake, but, you just–”

“Y/N, do you remember Oz’s address? Lucienda’s?” I hear him ask her, and I immediately agree that going to them might be our best shot, even though Oz is most likely still serving his time for the last circus we got ourselves into.

“Yeah, I think so…” I hear her reply. “But Jake, we can’t just leave…”

I hear subtle aggravation in his tone, but he manages to keep it at bay. “I paid ahead three months’ rent, Y/N. We’re just… gonna leave for a while.”

“Jake what the fuck are we gonna do? Turn ourselves in?” I press. 

“I–I don’t know yet. No, we just play dumb for now. We need to get to Lucienda. Talk to her. She’ll be able to protect us for a while, she’ll know what to do,” he says. 

“I’ve got my fuckin’ bike, Jake. I won’t be able to make it anywhere fast, especially not to fuckin’ Miami,” I say, suddenly a little panicked again. I pull my tin of smokes from my pocket and light the end of one. The rush of nicotine instantly fills my lungs and calms me. Well, enough for now. 

“I know you can’t,” he says, taking a breath. “We need to go back to Joslyn first.”

“Joslyn?” I practically yell into the phone. Quickly looking around. “Are you fuckin’ crazy?! That’s the last place we need to go, Jake!”

But in the back of my mind, I know he’s right. We don’t have to show our faces, just a quick in and out to hide my bike and grab the last bit of cash we ended up hiding back in Ace’s safety deposit box for emergencies. And, we have to make sure Bubba is safe. With this new surge of information, god knows whether or not Teddy’s guys have gone after him yet, looking for some type of vengeance.

“You know I’m right…” he says quietly. “How long has it been since you’ve talked to Bubba?”

I swallow, taking another drag. “Week and a half. Maybe two.” I hadn’t been traveling with the band very long, but I know that I had told Bubba of the good news of them hiring me on, so it was around the same time. The last we talked, he claimed he was safe and sound. 

“Same here,” Jake says, taking a long pause as he thinks. “Get to Joslyn, stay quiet. We’ll meet at the old house by the creek. Nobody even knows that place is there anymore. It’s our best bet.”

“Okay,” I agree, nodding my head. “You gonna call Bub? Or do you want me to?”

“I’ll call the diner. Tell Geraldine everything. She’ll tell the truth, Bubba will sugarcoat if there’s anyone fuckin’ with him.”

“True,” I agree, exhaling again. “We can’t get on a fuckin’ plane, Jake. Someone will recognize us. It’ll take us days to travel to Miami and we need to get there fast.” My mind suddenly starts to spin with all the different plans of action. None of them seem like the right one. Traveling to Miami seems like too much land to cover, but staying in Joslyn doesn’t feel right, either. 

“Then what the fuck do you suggest we do?!” he exclaims. “We ain’t got a fuckin’ home, anymore, Daniel.” I can tell he whispers that last bit into the phone. 

“I’ll meet you at the creek. We’ll make a plan from there.” I stomp my cigarette out onto the cracked pavement, my skin beginning to sweat with nerves as I glance around again. 

“Okay,” he says again through a huff of grievance.

“Bub’s okay, right Jake? He’s alright?” my voice feels hollow as the words fall. 

I can hear Jake exhale on the other end, the same rush of worry flowing through him as it runs through me. “Yeah, he’s alright. And if he’s not… If they’ve touched him again…” He’s quiet for a second, and I can almost hear his teeth gritting together. I know that the exact same thought is running through both of our minds. I haven’t seen Jake mad in a really long time, but I know it wouldn’t take much for him to snap back into his old ways, especially when it comes to Bubba.

“I’ll see you at the creek,” I say with conviction, and I hang up the phone, wholly not ready for this journey. 

—

Well, here I am. Joslyn. Dirty and run down as ever, quiet but loud at the same time. A once bustling town rich with life and aspiring men looking to provide for their families now a mess of cracked sidewalks and sunken rooftops. Failed and closed storefronts, abandoned homes… the list goes on. This place is never gonna fuckin’ change. 

It’s been a long two days’ travel coming back here, and I halfway regret not renting a vehicle to be a little more inconspicuous coming back into town. But, an unknown car rolling through Main Street might set people off all the same. 

My stomach churns with old nerves coming back to the surface again, old habits and muscle memory making me feel like my head is already on a swivel again. It’s nearing 8PM as I roll into town, so I’m careful not to hit the throttle on my bike any more than just a light idle. The last thing I need is someone hearing me and suspecting I may be back.

As the late evening sun begins to disappear from the sky, I pass by Wanda’s motel, still just as shitty and run-down as it was. Teddy’s dry cleaning building, now looking either half-alive or closed completely since he’s not around to make it look like an actual fake business now. The bank, the countless churches… and the grocery store. 

The grocery store. 

I grit my teeth as I realize that Jake, Y/N and I will need supplies and food if we’re going to be hiding out in the old cabin for a few days. I hope to god his ass thought to bring blankets and pillows, and hopefully some food. I wonder if they’ve beat me here. I have no way of knowing, besides going all the way there first to check, but then if I don’t stop, I risk spending a whole night without food or water. Or whiskey.

I quietly pull my bike into the back parking lot of the store, parking it alongside the building behind the ice cooler. My hands are already shaking, I have to admit, and as I pull the kickstand down, my eyes dash quickly to my sides to ensure no one has followed me. Just a few stray bodies here and there coming in to grab a TV dinner before retreating back to the trailer park to finish off a six-pack. The coast is seemingly clear. 

I pull a cigarette from my tin and stretch my legs, hyping myself up to go into this grocery store where nearly everyone knows my face. Or, knew my face. After a minute or two, my boot extinguishes the butt of my smoke and I take a deep breath, the finally-cooling Autumn air filling my lungs and bringing me back down to earth a bit. I grab the cowboy hat from my pack and place it diligently on my head, tucking my hair up underneath it to conceal another one of my identifying factors. I pull out my wallet to make sure I still have enough cash for some food, at least, and I step in through the glass doors. 

It looks and smells exactly the same, musty cardboard mixed with the faint scent of a floor cleaner, with the fluorescent lights overhead barely providing enough light to brighten the poorly stocked aisles. I don’t know why I expected it to be any different, we’ve only been gone a few months, though it feels like an eternity. 

I put my head down and make a mad dash down the first aisle, luckily remembering the place like the back of my hand. I grab a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a box of saltines, tossing them into a shopping basket I’d found abandoned in the aisle. “What else, what else…” I whisper to myself, ignoring the eyes of each and every person I walk by. My heart is thrumming in my chest as I pace up and down the aisles, throwing a few more cheap yet necessary items into the basket. 

When I’ve finally gotten it full, I race to the checkout line, but not before stopping and grabbing a half-pint of Early Times, a box of matches, and a bag of cut tobacco. I place my basket onto the checkout counter, keeping my head down still as I realize the clerk is someone who knows me well. Knows me very well. 

“You 18, kid? Can’t sell you this if not…” he says, his voice still just as crackled and raspy as the day I met him. He stands the whiskey bottle up on its base as I swallow my nerves down, one by one. He cranes his neck to look at me from underneath the bill of my hat. 

“Kid, hey, you got any ID on ya?” he asks again, his wrinkled hands the only thing I can focus on. Fuck. He sees my ID, he recognizes me. Recognizes me as the murderer on the loose, in the very town he ran from. My heart is pounding, how had I not thought of this? He’s never ID’d me before, but then again, he knew me. He snaps his fingers when he realizes I’m not meeting his eyes or answering him. 

I peek up gently, thankful that I’d decided to leave my sunglasses on at the last minute. “Ah, ya know, left it at home, I think. Had a long day. I don’t need the bottle,” I say, trying like hell to conceal my voice, yet keep my local accent. I push it to the side as I pull my wallet out and prepare to pay for the rest. 

“Shit,” he says under his breath. He scans the whiskey and slides it into a paper bag, slipping it in beside the rest of my items before hitting the total button on his register. “Ain’t no thing. Can tell ya hands is dirty, can’t deny a workin’ man his vices,” he grits quietly. “That’ll be $19.70,” he says a little louder now, and I feel a relief lift from my shoulders, all the sound coming back into my ears now that my heart rate isn’t flying. 

I can finally hear the muffled music coming over the speakers in the ceiling, along with the beeps of the checkout lines beside me. I pull a twenty from my wallet and graciously place it in the man’s hand. It’s funny, all the years I’ve been coming to this place, and I never learned this man’s name. He doesn’t even wear a nametag.

“Appreciate that, old timer. Saved me a night of sittin’ with my troubles,” I reply, avoiding his eyes again as he hands me my change. 

“Don’t we all need that,” he grumbles as he hands me my bags. “Ya know, I don’t recognize you. You from ‘round here?”

Goddamnit, goddamnit. Think.

“Uh, yeah. From up on Bolter Street. Been gone awhile, moved back to take care of my folks,” I say, clearing my throat. I used to live on Bolter Street, many many moons ago. That part isn’t a lie.

“Hmph,” he grunts, pulling a toothpick between his lips as he squints at me. “Not a lot of folk live on Bolter much anymore. Street kinda died with the town.” I can tell his tone is interrogatory, and I feel the sweat beginning to pool on my forehead. Get it together, Daniel. 

“S’why they called on me.” I nod and give him a curt smile as I begin to back away. “Have a good evenin’, sir.”

I grab the bags and tip the brim of my hat, making my way back out of the store and into the fresh air. “Fuck,” I breathe as I reach my bike. That was fuckin’ close. If it was that hard to get groceries, how in the hell are we going to do literally anything else?

I cram the bags into my side packs, uncaring if I smash the bread or not. I’m anxious, and desperately in need of a damned drink. I wish like hell I could go to Canaries’ for a beer, but who knows what state that hellhole is even in, anymore. Or if the clientele is even the same. Shit, that place used to be a haven for people like us, until it wasn’t. Until Teddy and his crew turned it into a place where you had to look over your shoulder every other second, or else you risked a cue stick across your back if you said a sly word. 

I need to make my escape, and I need to make it fast. 

I kick the stand on my bike and pull the key from my pocket, sticking it into the ignition and turning it over a few times before she starts. I plan to take as many back streets as I can to avoid going straight through town again, but that’s not as easy as it looks. Passing by the diner is going to be necessary. 

A minute or so later, I’m cruising by Louie’s Diner, the parking lot only holding two or three vehicles as opposed to the normal ten or twenty. Strange, I think to myself, and I slow down and peer in the windows a little more closely. There behind the counter is Geraldine, looking worse for wear than I had seen her in a very long time. Maybe ever, actually. My heart falls as I realize she looks nothing like herself. Her hair isn’t fixed, and her nails aren’t painted their normal bright, red color. 

I quickly glance to the end of the bar where Bubba normally sits, finding the chair to be empty. Again, my stomach falls at the realization that he isn’t there, waiting with Geraldine to finish up her dinner shift like he normally is.

Shaking my head, I concentrate my attention back onto the road in front of me as the abandoned houses begin to turn back into the forest, and the two-lane turns back into one. I snap my headlight on as I rack my brain, trying to think of where Bubba could be, if he is okay, and why Geraldine looks so down. My stomach churns with nerves at the possibilities, but I hold out hope that maybe he had just gone home for the night, and Geraldine is just tired. 

I cruise down the winding road toward the creek, trying like hell to breathe in the fresh air to calm me. I pray I don’t pass any police cars, or anyone who would recognize my bike. But as the asphalt turns to more of a rocky concrete beneath my tires, I begin to feel a little relief. Man, I could really use a fuckin’ smoke. 

I cross over the bridge and turn onto the dirt road, the same one that Jake, Ace, Bubba and I had used so many times to get to our special spot on the creek. Darkness has fallen now, and I find myself feeling a little nostalgic at the scenery. For the first time in months, I see things that I could recognize even in complete darkness, I take curves that I could turn blindfolded, and I begin to smell the scent of the murky water and mossy trees that line the creek. No matter how much I hated it, no matter how badly I wanted to run away, this will always be home. Joslyn will always be a place that lives in my heart, no matter how dusted and horrible the time I spent here was. 

I make another right turn, watching for any other vehicles to be parked and out for one last late-night fishing pole cast before the weather starts to break. When I find our spots to be empty, I gain yet another feeling of relief. The gravel turns into thick bedrock, and I use caution as I navigate Ruby down, all the way to the bridge by the swimming hole. 

I park the bike at the foot of the hillside and stand, remembering that I have a spare flashlight in my pack, equipped with brand new batteries. I dig it out and turn it on, slowly panning around to take in my surroundings again. It still looks just the same as it always did, the large leaf-covered trees leaning over the water to provide almost a storybook-like scene. But this town is anything but a storybook. The frogs and crickets know that their time is almost up, and their songs have begun to slow and their tones have become deep. Again, my nostalgia almost knocks me over. 

I push my bike over to a cluster of trees, lodging it between a few trunks out of sight of the road. I bite the flashlight between my teeth and begin pulling my bags and necessities from my side packs. My guitar suddenly feels like a burden, when for months all it was was an object of comfort. Now, it feels like something that might weigh me down the further along I go on this journey. Either way, I throw the makeshift rope case strap over my shoulder and begin lugging my things across the old bridge, straight toward the cabin. 

As I trudge through the thick mud, thankful for my high boots, the beam of my flashlight catches something reflective down the creek a bit, and I nearly drop all the bags in my hands. “Shit,” I gasp, gripping my hands onto everything more tightly. I glance over, realizing that my light had bounced off a tail light. I walk a little closer and shine the light more directly, seeing that the tail light belongs to Jake’s truck.

“Son of a bitch,” I mumble with relief, suddenly realizing that I’m not alone in the least. My best friends are just on the other side of this treeline. Not just my best friends, but my family. 

I put a little pep in my step, letting the thick pine branches pull at my sleeves as I traipse along the muddy creek bed, straight up the incline and onto the trail to the cabin. I feel excited to see them, but also in the back of my mind I know that our meeting isn’t going to be a joyous one. It’s going to be one of deciding on our next move of survival. 

After a few minutes’ hike, I’m finally to the clearing at the cabin, and what I see in front of me isn’t what I expected in the least. Instead of the old, dilapidated building I had spent many a summer in, the cabin is now more of a house, with a new roof, a repaired front porch, and even a brand new front door. What in the hell?

I see a faint light on inside, and I stop for a second, hesitating on whether or not to proceed. Is someone living here now? No, no one knows about this place except for us. And maybe a few trusted others who have caught word of it over the years. 

If it weren’t for me seeing Jake’s truck, I may have considered turning around, but just as I approach the rickety stairs of the cabin, the front door flies open, and a silhouette that isn’t Jake is standing in the doorway. 

“Daniel, my boy! You made it!”

“Bub?!” I drop my bags and the flashlight in my mouth, rushing up the stairs to greet the old man. He wraps his arms around me as I take him around his shoulders, the both of us pounding our open palms against each other’s backs. “What are you doing here? We were going to surprise you!” I say as we finally break apart. 

“Surprise? You boys ain’t as slick as you think you are…” he chuckles a raspy laugh as he replaces his cap on his head. “Practically raised ya, and ya can’t even tell an old man you’re comin’ home?”

“Ah, Bub, we were going to, but–”

“Hey you just gonna leave me hangin’ over here?!” I hear Jake’s familiar gravelly timbre fill the air as he plummets into me, almost knocking me back as his arms embrace me. The embrace of a brother. “Heyyy, brother…” I laugh, not sure of the last time Jake and I actually hugged. It’s funny, we spent so much time together for so many years, I was positive that when I left him and went my own way, I wouldn’t think twice about it. And I didn’t really, until I’d find myself needing to ask him a question only he would know the answer to, or I’d hear an old Neil Young song in a bar. It was at those times that I realized he’s the other half of me, and he always will be. We do alright being apart, but the world feels more at ease when we’re together.

We pull apart, and I catch sight of Y/N leaned in the doorway, her arms crossed across her chest as she eyes us with a sweet, familiar smile. “Well looky here, the two outlaws, themselves,” she grins, and I immediately pull her into the same embrace that I’d pulled Bubba into. She feels a little different now, not sure why, or how, just different. Her hair is longer and she’s got a suntan from the Tennessee rays. My mind hardly ever reminisces on the time we shared together, and I’m thankful for the fact that we have been able to stay good friends after our whirlwind romance. She’s as much a part of me as Jake is, now. Just in a different way. 

I feel her fingernails scratching at my back as we hug, and her voice is muffled as she tries to speak with her mouth pressed against my chest. “You two really couldn’t even manage to stay out of trouble for six months, could you?” she playfully complains. “The hell am I gonna do with ya…”

“Not even funny, Y/N,” I say, pushing at her shoulder as Jake and Bubba make their way inside the cabin with my bags in hand. We follow them in, and Bubba pulls the door closed behind me. He pulls a deadbolt, and a slide-lock, and a chain lock across the brand new door, and kicks a wooden wedge up underneath it. 

“Damn, what is this, Alcatraz?” I ask, too surprised to take a look around the place. 

“Might as well be,” Bubba says, rushing over to the windows to pull the heavy blue curtains in front of them. 

“What the hell is going on?” I ask, finally taking notice of the state of the cabin. The interior has been completely re-done, though not all brand new, it looks better than it used to. The floor is no longer caved in, and the roof has been repaired. There’s a table and chairs, and a large couch in the living area, along with two recliners. There are dishes on the shelves, and a wood stove has been installed in the corner of the kitchen. “What happened to this place?”

“Come, sit, Daniel,” Bubba beckons me, and I make my way over to the chair he has pulled out for me. Jake and Y/N follow suit, and he takes his seat last. The air in the room is heavy, and I realize that the only light is coming from three oil-burning lanterns placed around the old tables and countertops of the house. The warm flickering glow accentuates Bubba’s wrinkles, reminding me yet again that he isn’t getting any younger and that the world has continued turning. 

“I was just tellin’ these two, Danny, I took the liberty of movin’ up here ‘bout, oh, five, six weeks ago. Been trying my best to fix the place up, make it feel like home. I know you two wouldn’t care, and I know your Pops wouldn’t have cared eith–”

“Wait wait wait,” I cut him off. “Moved? What do you mean you moved?”

“I mean, I moved. All my things are here, in the back bedroom,” he responds matter-of-factly.

“What about your trailer? Your place?” I ask, my hands flattening across the dusty wooden tabletop.

Bubba licks his wrinkled lips, bringing his hand up to rub across his shaven chin. “Sold it, son. Property and all. I just… wanted away from it. Wasn’t doin’ me no good.”

“But you said right before we left that you were happy, when we asked you to come with us, you said you were fine–”

“Hell, ‘course I did, Daniel. You wouldn’ta left and gone out on your own if I’d’a told you my plans.” He pauses, clasping his hands together. “Plus, Geraldine and I separated, knew this would be a better place for me, anyway. Give me somethin’ to keep my hands busy.”

All three sets of our eyes grow ten times in size. “Bub, what?” Jake nearly yells. “You separated? Why?”

Bubba waves us off, almost like it is no big deal. “Aw, shit, boys. You know damn good and well why. After y'all left, shit fell apart even worse than it was already fallin’. After Teddy died, and his posse didn’t have a head honcho no more, they started goin’ out on their own, causin’ more trouble than they had before. Stealin’, botherin’ folk… Teddy was a piece of shit but he kept those vagrants in line, I will say.” He rubs his hand over his chin again as he adjusts his legs under the table. “Anyway, I… I didn’t feel safe… havin’ these ties with you boys, and, and the shop burnin’ down and the history we already had with Teddy. I just didn’t want Geraldine caught up in it, ya know? Didn’t want her worryin’, or worse yet bein’ a new target for them boys. She don’t deserve that. Don’t deserve it at all. Thought it best I just leave her to herself.”

“Bubba, that’s ridiculous!” Jake says, and we nod in agreement. “I–I mean, I know where you’re comin’ from, but. You two are in love, made for each other.”

“Yeah,” Y/N adds, “wouldn’t you feel safer being with her? I mean, keeping a closer eye out for her is easier when you live in town, right?” 

Now I know why Geraldine looked so down. She had just gotten dumped. 

I pull the half-pint of whiskey I had shoved in my pocket, cracking the lid and tilting it back for a few refreshing seconds. I pass it off to Jake, and he happily rips it from my hand and does the same.

Bubba grits his jaw and shakes his head and hands at us. “It was for the best, just trust me. But that’s enough about me. We need to figure out what in the hell to do about this new problem of yours.”

“What happened in town?” I ask. “After we left? Did they come after you?”

“I said enough about me, Daniel. You hard of hearin’?”

“He asked you an honest question, Bubba,” Jake says calmly. “Did they touch you again?”

Y/N’s eyes are trained downward as she doesn’t dare bring them away from staring at the table. She knows good and well that if Bubba says yes, that the two of us are going to come unglued. 

“They didn’t touch me. Tried to, few times but.” Bubba shakes his head furiously from side to side. “They don’t know I’m out here. Geraldine still brings me supplies. I try my best and make myself scarce.”

“What do you mean they tried to?” Jake demands.

“Can’t ya leave it alone, Jacob?”

“Tell me, Bubba!” he raises his voice. “What did they do?” I can see the flame of the candle light flickering in Jake’s eyes, and unfortunately, I know that look all too well. It’s the same one that’s probably in my eyes, right now. 

It’s pindrop silent in the room as we anxiously await an answer from Bubba. He’s breathing hard from his flared nostrils, and wringing his wrinkled hands together. He pulls his red handkerchief from his back pocket and pats it along his brow, and I know that if he doesn’t say something soon, I’m gonna jump out of my skin. Hard to tell what Jake would do.

Finally, Bubba looks up from his hands, swallowing hard as his voice is barely audible. “If I tell you boys, you promise not to leave this cabin?”

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[pyrory]

sellbot cog redesigns!!!! :D thought process + extra design deets under the cut! (waning: its very long LOL)

cold caller: loosely based off of their tto trading card! rotary phone because uhhh. duh they call people, big pointy nose resembles icicle, elongated eyes / eye scopes? idk lol resemble allan. the shape of the receiver is supposed to resemble earmuffs almost? + little teefies

telemarketer: this is probably the most. vague design LOL but they're an auto-dialing machine! specifically based off of the one from the simpsons coz it.. felt fitting idk. i definitely took some liberties but they have a speaker mouth, an indicator bulb for a nose, and the cassette portion is their eye ^_^

name dropper: this was one of the harder names to translate into a design since it doesnt have any ties to any physical items / ideas? so i ended up just building upon their base design. the glasses and bun give them an uptight secretary vibe + gave them more droopy features such as a longer nose and hoop earrings to replace the old ones

glad hander: not much to say about this one. HAND!!!!! my original redesign for this had their eyes on their palm while the fingers sat on top but. idk. it felt more fitting for their hand to be in a fist while the eyes were on the fingers. it makes their middle finger look like a nose

mover & shaker: shaker -> salt & pepper shakers. ez pz. the lids look like little hats too

two face: this was a little tricky coz i like the double face look they originally had. but double talker already has that model and i think it fits them much more than it does two face. i cycled through a few different ideas but eventually ended up with this, inspired by the mayor from the nightmare before christmas & the way his head operates :P

mingler: nothing changed. literally perfect. mingler is peak cog design. just tweaked their colors and gave them a stronger head + hair shape that stands out against the others

mr. hollywood: same with name dropper & mingler, they have a vague name thats hard to interpret BUT the og design was already so good there wasn't much to change Anyways. i was subconsciously inspired by Something while designing them but i dont know what, i guess 50s celebrities? also inspired by ernesto de la cruz from coco!

as a general rule of thumb: i stuck to the same color palette for all of these designs (except for the blue in cold caller & two face. obviously) in order to communicate the fact that they're from the same department. for the more human cogs i tried to separate different parts of the head using color & lines (forehead, cheekbones, chin, nose, etc) in order to give them a subtle robotic look but you can't really see it lol... i tried to keep their GENERAL head shapes but some of them wandered a little far

+ i actually made palettes for all of the cog departments to work on if i ever want to make more redesigns! i'll stick them here since they're on topic

[colethewolf]

The hale industries sex bots were once the most advanced and realistic toys anyone can buy, the newest model idea has just been completed and ceo Derek can’t wait for a full demonstration of the Sti-13s abilities tomorrow, the bot, named after its impressive 13 inch cock, will be the most powerful TOPS model they’ve ever made.

the prototype has already been set up in the executive board room, a bed and recording equipment ready for the big debut and Derek’s certain this will be the one to put hale back on top after the disastrous jacks-10s almost bankrupt the company. According to studies People wanted a sex bot that could take charge, initiate foreplay, and pound a hole like no other ever since Argent designed those damned Dom sc-0tts.

The night has run late, Derek’s usually do lately, and everyone has gone home. As the ceo passes the board room he notices the spot lights were never turned off and quickly goes to ensure no bulbs blow out before the big show. The board room was never designed for this kind of display, the large charging boxes containing the sti-13s and er-1ka needed for tomorrows show required the main power outlets, so Derek has to crawl over the mattress in order to unplug the lights but as he bends over the edge of the bed and a pair of robotic hands grip onto his pants he is reminded of the sti-13s “presenting protocol” a self initiated sex protocol that reacts to visual stimulus.

As the bot pins him to the bed Derek can see the blinking red recording light flip on and as the lights dim outside the spotlight on the bed Derek scrambles to remember the briefing and what he needs to do to stop the machine. the prototype of course has a few problems namely a lack of refractory period or auto stop function, hence why the demonstration was supposed to be on another bot in order to secure the funding to fix these problems.

All Derek really needs to do is turn the st-13s off with the remote… which is currently in his office… on the other side of the building… but perhaps the bot will need to charge afterall how long could this thing really go for? desperately he looks to the charging box as his pants are ripped at the seam. Bold lettering on the side taunts him as he reads

“twice the battery life of a Dom Sc-0tt stays charged for a full 48 hours!!”

A week later when hale industries releases the full 9 hour prototype debut video, preorders for the sti-13s breaks company records, not that Derek cares much as the research team take his measurements to begin work on their newest BOTtom line product the H413, specially designed to take the largest cocks and modeled after their most requested hole yet

I fucking LOVE this concept. Also, clever names for the different sex bots. I'm guessing that 48hr play time with the St-13s bot was more than enough proof to the company that Derek was the perfect specimen for a new bot. I sure hope that was recorded by security cams

[jonahfisher]

STATS • CONNECTIONS • PINTEREST

GENERAL.

full name: jonah abraham fisher nicknames: jo, jojo, fish gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him age / birthday: 34, november 22nd orientations: bisexual, demiromantic previous occupation: tattoo artist, mechanic, business owner birthplace: staten island, new york status: single family: sylvia fisher (mother, deceased), mark fisher (father, unknown), judah fisher (fraternal twin), aunt wc, cousins wc strengths: artistic, creative, protective, inquisitive, loyal weaknesses: paranoid, sarcastic, gloomy, reserved, untrusting time in nyc: 34 years time at the wexley: brand new

PERSONALITY.

first and foremost, jonah thinks in pictures. his mind is a canvas and the only thing that changes is the paint or shadings that spread across it. creativity is where he thrives the most, which has always left him more reserved. he tends to drift off into his own world or observe and bank it for later. that doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention (though sometimes he isn’t) and it’s worked well that his brother has been happy to speak for him whether he wants him to or not. no matter, he’s not afraid to speak up if someone is wrong or he disagrees. he’s generally perceived as gloomy and his sardonic quips don’t help matters much. this is where he’s often contradictory to himself. he enjoys people, being around them and especially if they are like-minded in some sense. to those that he loves and/or cares about most, he is loyal to a fault, which extends to the community he was raised in. with that loyalty comes the willingness to help, which likely came from his father. he’s not the smartest bulb in the bunch but he is quite passionate about art and philosophy, not limited to conspiracy theories and things of that nature.

BIOGRAPHY.

     when sylvia fisher found out she was pregnant, she was excited to grow her family with her unsuspecting husband, mark. his shock was far from the first surprise to be had, though. first it was the discovery that she was having twins and the second, more unfortunate, was that he would be raising the boys alone. sylvia passed from complications during the surgical c-section, rare as it was but still a risk all the same. that didn’t stop mark from raising his boys to the best of his ability though. his sister stepped in to help, already having kids of her own, as mark being a staten island firefighter kept his schedule busy. 

     despite jonah’s being seven and a half minutes older than his twin judah, he hardly felt like the eldest brother. he was not as outgoing, nor as smart as him. the one resounding ability he had was input of wild ideas and half-developed plans that judah would complete, fine tune, and run with. he was his best friend growing up and honestly, still is. sure, they didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, but they could normally find some kind of compromise and their father instilled the same values in both of them. hard work, community, loyalty, and helping those who can’t help themselves. with these values they were able to finish school mostly unscathed and without burning the place down, turning into somewhat suitable adults with blind ambition that ended up working out for them in the long run.

     jonah didn’t waste time with college, higher education was not his destiny nor was it even an interest. he was already an artist, he wanted to further this talent— sharpen his skills in a mode he’d already been practicing with, tattooing. jonah got an apprenticeship with a long time artist and shop and soaked in the knowledge like a sponge. learning was much easier when it was all visual. eventually he got the idea to open up a shop of his own in the part of the city he loved. judah encouraged the idea and furthered it with the addition of an auto shop as well. which was perfect because their uncle, had left his auto-shop to his brother mark who, in turn, gave it to the boys to use to create a future for themselves in some way as long as they didn’t sell it while he was still alive. it was perfect, and together they fixed the place up to be the first (as far as they knew at least) tattoo, piercing, and auto shop in the world.

      when the outbreak happened, they had been going about their day like any other. jonah had woken up on his half of their renovated airstream and started coffee, then popped a jimmy dean breakfast sandwich in the microwave. it wasn’t until they were both already in the shop waiting for their first appointments for the day that they heard the warnings. they didn’t waste any time springing into action, jonah didn’t even take time to be smug about one of the many doomsday predictions he’d spouted off coming to fruition finally. he was already prepared. together they cleared the shop of extra vehicles and used them to help block entrance. they then locked down the shop and went out to help the community the best they could. a couple employees and a few community members locked down with them and helped them secure the building fully.

     everything had been going as good as it could under the circumstances. for months they were able to sustain themselves on the supplies they’d stocked up in storage (making a few runs for more to neighboring places when possible). judah had kept the backup generator going, maintain the solar panels on the roof, and the well their uncle had put in before they were even born gave them a water source, though they still needed to conserve it. there wasn’t as high of a risk of water contamination with factories no longer running. they’d even found a way to attach the airstream by tunnel so they had more space to sleep and privacy. but all good things must come to an end. mutiny was the means to the end. it started with one of the shop residents not liking the way things were done and once the snow was off the ground they made their move to take over. some of them still sided with the fishers, and it started a fight that ended with unnecessary violence and their safe place stolen from under their feet. 

     jonah had half a mind to start the place on fire so no one could have it, but it was judah that reminded him they could maybe return again someday. perhaps when karma (if that’s something you can believe in) pays them back. they took what they could and set out to find what was next. what they found, was a boat and later they witnessed a whole fireworks show. they kept their distance but made their way into manhattan and kept looking around until they found the wexley. it ain’t home, but they’re hoping they can hang out until they figure out what to do about getting their shop back.

HEADCANONS.

father went on to be chief of the fire station he worked at, jonah often hung around the firehouse 

got into a fair amount of trouble when he was younger, but after he became an adult the most he got in trouble for was a few physical altercations now and then

fully believes aliens exist and thinks its possible theres cryptids as well. hates the government.

believes in a lot of the 9/11 conspiracies but doesn’t talk about it much because it would bother his father

[shepards-dead-fish]

All caught up on entertainment and household tasks this break! If we didn’t have 40-hour work weeks, we’d get sooo much more done as a society.

Started watching a Korean show called Light Shop. Delighted that it’s turning out to be more horror than expected.

Visited 3 new countries in December - first time in Europe too! (Austria, Hungary, Czech Republic). Am insanely jealous of everyone’s perfect transportation systems. 😒

Saw Nosferatu, of course. Very much enjoyed it, even if I wasn’t quite a fan of the ending. I went to the theater about 6 or 7 times this year? Mostly in the summer. It was an excellent year for horror movies!

Finally got around to watching a movie on Hulu called Beans. Was very good and seems to be completely underrated, as it came out in 2020.

Have decided I will finally clear other items on my to watch lists, like Devs, Legion, Chevalier etc.

Purchased the game Grounded but have learned survival games still really aren’t my thing.

Re-downloaded Hollow Knight to replay, as it’s a favorite.

Finished Star Wars Outlaws. It’s… fine. Kinda the definition of mid. Wish they’d done more with the story and characters.

Played the Christmas level of Astro bot. It’s so cute!

Read 126 books this year! About 30 of them were loved, many were mid and many more were hated lol. And we shan’t speak of the number of books lying around the house which haven’t been read yet 🙈

House stuff:

Settled on new bedroom color (the whole thing is gonna be a cozy green with light oak furniture). Will take time to repaint and change the furniture/decor.

Hired someone to assemble massive new bedroom bookshelf and am quite happy with it. More room for books!

Got around to cleaning my car’s headlights, which I kept ignoring. Auto maintenance is not my jam.

Swapped out air filter with the off brand model, which is superior to the official model, which SUCKS and should not be used. Side-eyeing AprilAire so much for their shitty product.

Replaced light bulbs which went out and which had covers (time-consuming getting the covers back on, as opposed to the more simpler light bulbs in the house). At least these ones lasted like 6 years.

Took down a few Christmas decorations here and there; mostly small stuff.

I hope 2025 is a good year but uhhh I guess we’ll see. 2024 had me feeling restless (pre-election) and then depressed post-election. Not sure I’ll even travel much this year, aside from work or family get togethers. Maybe I’ll do a bathroom model, assuming prices aren’t astronomically high…

[eyeofnewtblog]

Weird car things that seem like common sense but maybe kind of aren’t?

So, even very experienced mechanics still come into a parts store and are like “I have no idea what this is but it still needs to be fixed” so never be ashamed to say you don’t know.

If you take only one picture of the part and bring that in, i automatically dislike you because you as a customer need to actually be able to assess that the thing you are buying is the thing you need. I’m basically going off of your words and the part picture in the system.

I personally can automatically (pun intended) see that you brought in an upper or lower control arm, a fuel pump, a starter or alternator, a tie rod end… I literally cannot find the EXACT PART unless I know what year make and model you’re looking for. Please for the love of god actually give us the year first so that we actually remember what you said you wanted.

Ladies who know nothing but have lots of questions are honestly my absolute favorite. Like, I get it, you were never interested and no one ever taught you, but now it’s suddenly keeping your from getting to work. I gotchu fam.

Ladies that get sent to pick up stuff: holy Christ on a stick, I feel for you, you were given zero information, you already have zero knowledge, any questions I ask you will absolutely not have the answers to and on top of that you look so fucking helpless and I can tell it grates o you but you’re THERE and you have ONE JOB even though you might get yelled at later and honestly that’s admirable.

If you’re getting asked a lot “is this it?” Or “is this everything?” Or even “no mas?” It means that you are, specifically, an annoying fuck wit and I would very much like to bash your face in lbecause you just made me make eight separate trips to the back for eight separate parts and honestly giving you a dose of pepper spray seems like the quickest way to make you “not my problem” but that’s heavily frowned upon I hear.

Lots and lots of people make life easier for themselves and decide to google shit before they even get to the counter. I am absolutely going to google shit in front of you like you’re a dadgum noob. Is it really actually helpful with the older crowd? Yes. Is it appropriately humbling to people my own age? Yes.

Basically, any time you need to buy a part from an auto store, come in with your VIN (take a picture of it off the engine, have the registration, insurance or title, literally doesn’t matter which, we can find a way,)

Also the easiest parts to install/replace are most kind of sensors (o2 usually, pay attention to upper or lower) pay attention to upper and lower radiator hoses, light bulbs (finger oil ruins the whole bulb so get gloves when you replace them)

Coolant doesn’t matter much but googling it before hand will help me a lot…

[byenycfm]

Jonah Fisher || 34 || Loft #602 || Kyle Gallner || Closed

Personality:

first and foremost, jonah thinks in pictures. his mind is a canvas and the only thing that changes is the paint or shadings that spread across it. creativity is where he thrives the most, which has always left him more reserved. he tends to drift off into his own world or observe and bank it for later. that doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention (though sometimes he isn’t) and it’s worked well that his brother has been happy to speak for him whether he wants him to or not. no matter, he’s not afraid to speak up if someone is wrong or he disagrees. he’s generally perceived as gloomy and his sardonic quips don’t help matters much. this is where he’s often contradictory to himself. he enjoys people, being around them and especially if they are like-minded in some sense. to those that he loves and/or cares about most, he is loyal to a fault, which extends to the community he was raised in. with that loyalty comes the willingness to help, which likely came from his father. he’s not the smartest bulb in the bunch but he is quite passionate about art and philosophy, not limited to conspiracy theories and things of that nature. 

Biography:

 when sylvia fisher found out she was pregnant, she was excited to grow her family with her unsuspecting husband, mark. his shock was far from the first surprise to be had, though. first it was the discovery that she was having twins and the second, more unfortunate, was that he would be raising the boys alone. sylvia passed from complications during the surgical c-section, rare as it was but still a risk all the same. that didn’t stop mark from raising his boys to the best of his ability though. his sister stepped in to help, already having kids of her own, as mark being a staten island firefighter kept his schedule busy. 

     despite jonah’s being seven and a half minutes older than his twin judah, he hardly felt like the eldest brother. he was not as outgoing, nor as smart as him. the one resounding ability he had was input of wild ideas and half-developed plans that judah would complete, fine tune, and run with. he was his best friend growing up and honestly, still is. sure, they didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, but they could normally find some kind of compromise and their father instilled the same values in both of them. hard work, community, loyalty, and helping those who can’t help themselves. with these values they were able to finish school mostly unscathed and without burning the place down, turning into somewhat suitable adults with blind ambition that ended up working out for them in the long run.

     jonah didn’t waste time with college, higher education was not his destiny nor was it even an interest. he was already an artist, he wanted to further this talent— sharpen his skills in a mode he’d already been practicing with, tattooing. jonah got an apprenticeship with a long time artist and shop and soaked in the knowledge like a sponge. learning was much easier when it was all visual. eventually he got the idea to open up a shop of his own in the part of the city he loved. judah encouraged the idea and furthered it with the addition of an auto shop as well. which was perfect because their uncle, had left his auto-shop to his brother mark who, in turn, gave it to the boys to use to create a future for themselves in some way as long as they didn’t sell it while he was still alive. it was perfect, and together they fixed the place up to be the first (as far as they knew at least) tattoo, piercing, and auto shop in the world.

      when the outbreak happened, they had been going about their day like any other. jonah had woken up on his half of their renovated airstream and started coffee, then popped a jimmy dean breakfast sandwich in the microwave. it wasn’t until they were both already in the shop waiting for their first appointments for the day that they heard the warnings. they didn’t waste any time springing into action, jonah didn’t even take time to be smug about one of the many doomsday predictions he’d spouted off coming to fruition finally. he was already prepared. together they cleared the shop of extra vehicles and used them to help block entrance. they then locked down the shop and went out to help the community the best they could. a couple employees and a few community members locked down with them and helped them secure the building fully.

     everything had been going as good as it could under the circumstances. for months they were able to sustain themselves on the supplies they’d stocked up in storage (making a few runs for more to neighboring places when possible). judah had kept the backup generator going, maintain the solar panels on the roof, and the well their uncle had put in before they were even born gave them a water source, though they still needed to conserve it. there wasn’t as high of a risk of water contamination with factories no longer running. they’d even found a way to attach the airstream by tunnel so they had more space to sleep and privacy. but all good things must come to an end. mutiny was the means to the end. it started with one of the shop residents not liking the way things were done and once the snow was off the ground they made their move to take over. some of them still sided with the fishers, and it started a fight that ended with unnecessary violence and their safe place stolen from under their feet. 

     jonah had half a mind to start the place on fire so no one could have it, but it was judah that reminded him they could maybe return again someday. perhaps when karma (if that’s something you can believe in) pays them back. they took what they could and set out to find what was next. what they found, was a boat and later they witnessed a whole fireworks show. they kept their distance but made their way into manhattan and kept looking around until they found the wexley. it ain’t home, but they’re hoping they can hang out until they figure out what to do about getting their shop back. 

Pre Outbreak Occupation: Co-Owner of Tattoo / Piercing / Chop Shop  Previous Zombie Experience: just the ones that would get too close to the shop and the ones they had to deal with on day one. he isn’t a stranger to killing chompers. Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Residence: Studio #602 Years residing at The Wexley: Post Outbreak New Arrival Connections: Judah Fisher - Fraternal Twin Brother

[doggiewoggiez]

One of my favorite cameras in my collection is this counterfeit Canon I got at a Goodwill a few months back. There's a number of these cameras on the market under various names, usually close-but-not-illegal names like Canomatic or Olympia or some shit but mine says straight up CANON on it with the stylized text and everything.

(above: example of the same camera under the Canomatic name)

These things are made by the Ouyama Corporation in Taiwan, and needless to say they are a load of cheap dogshit. The lens looks removable, even has a button for it, but the button is fake and the lens doesn't come off. In fact, the large lens itself is fake, there's a tiny glass lens in the base of the lens. To distract from the all-plastic construction there are heavy lead weights inside to give it a professional feel. The flash it comes with is weighted too but if it wasn't it'd actually be a really solid flash. The camera takes AA batteries which is weird.

A couple observations:

Shoots 35mm even though some other branding markets them as digital cameras.

Rather than auto-rewinding the film at the end of the roll, you have to manually turn the dial (which on a real SLR would be for shutter speed) to a rewind option and press the shutter button.

The aperture is a square which I hear results in weird triangular bokeh.

Has an adjustable aperture and at least some light sensing capabilities, as if you cover the light sensor or it's dark and you don't have the flash on it actually switches to bulb mode, though without anywhere to attach a shutter release cable to, it's not very useful.

For some reason there's two viewfinders, a second lens top-down one like a TLR would have, and a rangefinder on the left. The top-down view, I assume, tries to replicate the focus of the lens, since it's blurry until about five feet out.

The timer does work but it counts down with this insanely loud annoying beeping like a smoke alarm.

There is no ISO setting and no pins to detect ISO from your film roll (I use plastic self-rolled cassettes anyway so it doesn't matter).

You CAN in fact actually take pictures with it. It is despite everything a real camera.

(Photos from this JCH article by Joe Aguirre, 2012)

There's not much info on these cameras but there's a Camera Wiki page and an article on Japan Camera Hunter about various forms of this thing if you want to know more. I'm excited to shoot a roll on this and see if anything at all turns out!

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[lysspossum]

I woke up from my wild dream this morning and hit the ground running????

Got up, went to a bakery almost a half hour away, got bread, got breakfast and coffee at nearby coffee shop, went back to bakery cause they had fresh scones by then, took a friend some baked goods and chatted for a bit

Got home, sat for a bit before my grandma needed me to take her to the bank, stopped by auto parts store on the way from bank and got windshield wiper and replacement headlight bulb, sister asked if I’d come over and stay with nephew so she could do errands just as I was dropping grandma off

Went over and played with him for a while, then she came back and I got home and ate dinner and then remembered I needed engine coolant. Back to auto parts, got home and replaced windshield wipers and headlight, filled up coolant tank

Now I’m curled up in my hammock chair

may not be capable of a single thing tomorrow but at least today was productive 😬

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[mossfeed]

just changed my bf’s brake lights in a parking lot after buying the bulbs myself bc i will not let my loved ones get ripped off by auto shops

[jennkenobionline]

OBS CAMERA TUTORIAL

Wondered how you can go from THIS?

TO THIS?!

with literally two lamps, some trial and error and OBS? I got you!

For the record I am using the Logitech Brio in both photos, I've made adjustments with my lighting set up and while it's still not PERFECT it's a lot nicer to look at (in my opinion)

Now for this you will need:

-A webcam -two-three light sources (lamp, ringlight, softbox, etc) -OBS -Splitcam (optional, but I find it give me better control of my colour correction needs) -LUTs (once again, optional!)

Onward to the tutorial!!

When I say lighting is important, I MEAN IT. I learned a lot from lighting when a friend who was in photography taught me the 3 point lighting system. Basically to avoid "dorito shadows" as I like to call them on your face you need to have at least two light sources pointing on you at once. My set up looks like this:

I know, what on earth am I doing streaming when I should be making ART.

Anyways, I have two main source lights (three would be ideal) I have a soft box that is placed slightly to my left and pointing DOWN at me and a ringlight that is directly in front of me with my webcam pointed slightly angled at me (does that make sense?!) behind me are my 'mood' lighting, the fancy coloured lights that give my room the neon-spacey-retrowave kinda vibe I like. You can use whatever lights you want depending on your own personal style! I literally use a $10 ringlight, a soft box lamp, some LED colour changing bulbs in random lamps and some fairy lights I got off amazon. NOTHING FANCY!

Option 1. OBS These are settings that I ALWAYS deselect and play with as leaving it to the webcam software to auto-adjust leads to yellowy, dull or over exposed visuals.

After adding your webcam source select it, right click and select PROPERTIES

then select "Configure Video"

you will get a pop up that looks like this. Now to avoid your camera looking super WARM or COLD or risking a blow out from high exposure DESELECT the following: - White Balance - Exposure (found in 'Camera Control' Tab) - Focus - Low Light Compensation

Then adjust accordingly to how you'd like your camera to look. Don't forget to play with brightness, contrast & saturation!

Next up are LUTs

Luts stand for Look Up Tables and are meant for colour correcting photos/video. You can find a lot for FREE however, I make my own based on the specific colour correcting I require. To use LUTs in OBS right click your camera source and select FILTERS

Here you will see a section for audio/video filters and one for effect filters. We are using effect filters!

Hit the '+' at the bottom and select "Apply Lut"

Now you need to locate your file folder you keep your Luts you've either made or downloaded in, you can also adjust the amount on your lut filter to appear nicer and not so harsh.

For further adjusting hit the '+' again in the effect filter area and select "colour correction" here you can adjust brightness or contrast further as well as Gamma and Hue!

Option 2. Splitcam Video Driver

Download Splitcam! https://splitcam.com/ Splitcam offers dual streaming but with how I run my stream (alerts, graphics, scene switching) I use it as a webcam source.

Splitcam offers a LOT of adjustments that can make your webcam feel more like a DSLR (if your computer is capable of handling it)

Once you've added your webcam via Media Layers +

Click the three dots '...' next to your camera source and select Driver Properties and deselect the same settings I listed in the OBS tutorial

Now Splitcam offers SO MUCH so I will only tell you the settings I mostly use.

Quick adjust, essentially adjusts the colours of your entire "canvas" it also offers a skin smoothing tool (however you need a stronger PC for this to work otherwise it will look all stuttery)

In before a viewer sees this and goes all "OMG FAKE!! U USE FILTERS OMG!!!!111" shut the FUCK UP, no one ASKED YOU, and you are probably the same lame ass who drools over someone who ABUSED the liquify tool in photoshop to the point their background is warped because she looks like a cartoon mom from the 90s. PUH-LEEZE (no offence to those ladies, you do you boo, just poking fun at the people who actually think it's real lmao)

Next up are EFFECTS! Click the three dots next to your camera source

Here you will see where you can adjust colour and light, LUTs, backgrounds, frames, masks (I DO NOT recommend using any of these, some adjust eye colour/slim your face and look WEIRD AF)

Go around and play with what is there and see what you like! I personally use LUTs in here as well as the Highlight/Shadow effect to adjust for what looks best for me. As well as in 'Background' I use Blur to give my webcam that depth that DSLRs have!

Now from here I then go into OBS to select my finished colour corrected source and select "Splitcam Video Driver" as a 'Video Capture Device' then add all my cool overlays as I'd like!

I hope this tutorial is alright, and my bad if it's kinda rushed!

[inkweavers]

I generally try not to go out unless it’s raining.

The reason is two fold.

1) I can wear a hoodie and no one will bat an eye.

2) No one can hear the damn thing buzz.

The forecast said it would rain, so I prepped for errands. The sky was overcast and clouds heavy with the stuff.

But it’s like the old boss knew I’d try something, so He held the rain back.

That’s just like Him, the fucking prick.

Okay, fine. Just, get to the grocery store, get some lettuce, some bleu cheese, some rice, maybe a seltzer. No one should notice.

Right?

I hopped on my bike because I couldn’t trust the people on public transit not hearing the hum, but I made sure my hood was tight on. No chances. No risks. It’s just a simple milk run.

Everything would be fine.

Getting there was easy. Car noises tend to drown out anything you could hear.

And thankfully, the grocery store was busy and loud. Even if it wasn’t, I could still pass off the buzz as the florescent bulbs overhead. No risks, no chances.

Everything is fine.

Well, except the crowds.

If I bump into the wrong person, someone having a bad day. I could just instantly right it, and that would out me right then and there. So just, act like the last three years is still happening. That still is human enough. Avoid people, don’t touch, mask up.

Everything is fine.

I get the lettuce, the rice, the cheese with no incident. I pause at the wine aisle. It’s been a while since I’ve had the stuff. Maybe I should-

And that’s when the young adult ran into me. College aged, stressed out. Exams, had to be exams. She mumbled a halfhearted apology and sped on. I exhaled, thinking I had it made.

I decided against the wine.

See? Like I said, everything is fine.

I argue with the auto teller, trying to get it to not talk to me.

They changed the User Interface, and removed that option. Easier use for the deaf. They had a point but it was still a lot to deal with. I get outside, and it’s still overcast but dry. I nearly flip off the sky when the student says hi.

Fuck.

“Uh, hey.”

“You’re an angel aren’t you?”

FUCK.

“Uh, no, what gave you that idea?”

“Well, after running into you, I suddenly remembered all the answers to my test.”

Every muscle in my body is tensing. This can’t be happening. “Wow, what a coincidence.” Trying to play it off, I side step the college student.

No dice, she intercepts. “More like Miraculous.”

“Jeeze, kid, I’m not an angel.” I lie.

“Please, I hear the halo buzzing.” She said, and then pulled down my hood.

Light illuminates everything. I push past her, unfurl my wings and make like a Blackbird.

Midway home, I flip off heaven. Those fuckers are watching, I know it.

do angel halos buzz like neon gas station signs