#kentucky cousins

[goatcheese-anon]

I drew this because of the one tag in @plastilina-bana 's reblog of my shitpost... And now I can't unsee it (sorry for tagging you, though I thought you might be interested)

For context, for those that haven't seen Phoenix' concept art, one of his concepts looks almost identical to Kotetsu.

[apelcini]

i hope the original submitter to my middle school classmates survey over a year ago who sent in a response about some punk ass white boy named will ends up reading my comic someday. actually no wait i hope the original punk ass white boy will reads my comic and is like "man this closeted kid with the same name as me who just broke both his arms looks EXACTLY like me when i was younger" because he's genuinely one of my favorite characters and knowing that he's heavily based on a real actual person makes me even happier

[arcticmist0324]

I’m really interested to see how the Eastern Appalachian Kentucky counties fell as Vance is….. not exactly liked by a lot of these people. Did they end up being as red as last time?

[jolieeason]

Bookish Travels---May 2024 Destinations

I saw this meme on It’s All About Books and thought, I like this!! So, I decided to do it once a month also. Many thanks to Yvonne for originally posting this!! This post is what it says: Places I travel to in books each month. Books take you to places you would never get to. I will not be including places of fantasy. But, I will keep fictional towns/cities, but only if they are in real…

[cinnabuntastic]

Depression is a HELL of a drug. I need to go out and stare at the ocean for an hour or two; maybe that'll fix me.

[itsanautiething]

Kentucky has no low!!

[trendfag]

thinking about how my little cousin is like 16 now

[l3irdl3rain]

I should probably give you guys a little update on the foster situation.

My cousin has canceled twice on coming to meet Bug. She gets one more chance and then I’m going to start offering Bug to other people.

Cole is still available. However with my trip to Kentucky, getting sick, and then my impromptu trip to Michigan I haven’t had him at my house. He was meant to come back home with me as a foster but someone else needed me more.

2 years ago I caught a little of kittens under my neighbor’s house. They got adopted out to homes, however one of them (Gracie) just found her way back to the clinic because they couldn’t keep her anymore. She is extremely shy so I’m bringing her to stay at my house to try to work with her while we look for a home.

[mygoodgracies]

update cousins have moved more inland their house has storm shutters and pool should be ok etc so hopefully they aren't getting much damage what the main concern with this is the storm surge and winds really been hoping it will die down when it reaches land hope if any of my mutuals have family there are safe also this storm is no joke it's supposed to make landfall on thursday if i am right please ya'll stay safe <3

I really hate hurricane season please pray for my cousins they have to evacuate the fact my brother who job works for government is all I can say he’s saying people who don’t leave need to leave that this storm is gonna bad like Helen possibly that makes me so anxious for anyone else who’s in Florida

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

"concrete" - hotch x fem!bau!reader

your crush on your boss is so nearly at its breaking point; based on the request found here

cw: canonical violence, mutual pining, mild miscommunication, not a happy ending but not an unhappy ending lmao sorry luv ya

word count: 1.4k

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You’ve been crushing on your boss for exactly ten months and nine days. You’ve known him for close to a year, but when you think about it, that two month difference in time is just about what it takes to warm up to Aaron Hotchner. 

He was a statue when you first met him. Unwavering, stoic, and maybe even a little strict (definitely very strict). He didn’t crack a smile around you until the first case you ever worked with the BAU was wrapped up, and he definitely didn’t make any jokes until much later on. You discovered underneath the stalwart, brick wall you met was the same man, only softer. Like one of those hard-shell candies with a jelly center. He was incredibly kind, patient, observant, and honorable. 

And he would do anything for anyone on his team at the drop of a hat. 

You also got to see the more playful side of him as you got to know him, as your caseload with the BAU only grew. Sure, he was a stickler for paperwork and procedure, but was he though? 

You once saw him take over a report JJ was supposed to finish so she could make it to Henry’s t-ball game. You definitely witnessed him reassuring Penelope that it was okay that she hacked into the Interpol database for info on an UnSub, and when Derek needed help tracking down his cousin in Chicago, Hotch had the whole team pitch in, which was certainly some kind of ethics violation. 

Little did you know that Aaron was crushing on you, too. He didn’t word it that way in his head, of course, but the second he watched you stride into the conference room to consult on a case, he knew he was in trouble. He expedited the transfer paperwork himself, even followed Strauss in the elevator on her way out one night to make her sign it. 

He grew fond of you quickly, of your insights, your compassion with victims’ families, your quick wit. You always bring homemade cookies or cupcakes for the entire team when it’s someone’s birthday, and you always have a different perspective to offer on cases. He especially loves when you are clearly thinking hard about something, so you cross your ankles - sitting or standing, he’s noticed - and tap your toes against the floor. 

Aaron’s ways of showing affection were not lost on you. He brought you coffee on more than one occasion, but he also brought coffee to the rest of the team. He straddles the invisible line between Caring Boss and More Than That so well. You’re not exactly sure what his actions mean.

Like today, for example. The team is in a small town in Kentucky, and you’re deep into a case - a spree, four murders in four days. You have been awake for about twenty straight hours, give or take, and the world around you has turned hazy. 

You are combing through a suspect’s letters with Spencer, your eyes growing heavier by the second. Your chin is propped up by your arm, and you finally close your eyes, just for one second of respite. Your arm gives out and your head whacks against the table, a wake-up call no amount of espresso could ever provide. 

“Shit, Y/N. Are you okay?” Spencer’s out of his chair in an instant as you lift your head, rubbing the already-formed welt on your forehead. 

The spot is tender and red and you’re dizzy, the wheels on your chair not helping matters. Why are there three Reids hovering over you? They meld back into one Reid after you blink a few times, and as you’re nodding to reassure Spencer you’re okay, you hear Hotch walk in. “I heard a thud. What happened?” 

The conference room in the police precinct is teeny and already cramped, so Spencer has to move out of the way for Hotch to get to you. 

“She smacked her head on the table,” Spencer explains hurriedly. “I’ll get you an ice pack,” he scurries off, likely to ask one of the local officers, leaving you alone with Hotch. 

You’re still reeling and a bit disoriented from the contact with the solid oak table. Hotch takes the rolling desk chair beside yours, previously occupied by Spencer, and is hunching to meet your eye line. “You should really go back to the hotel and sleep for a little bit,” he says.

“Nobody else is,” you protest just as Hotch squares up to you to examine the welt on your forehead. You see him visibly grimace, his lips pressing deep into his face.

His thumb is suddenly on your forehead, padding around the bruise. It’s tender, and you know it would hurt if he touched you even a centimeter to the left, but he’s hitting it at just the right spot. You can see the lines on his palm.

“Yeah, well, no one else just concussed themselves,” he points out. You can tell just by looking at him that he’s tired, too. His eyes are heavy, the bags under them puffier than usual. 

“If I’m concussed, then I really shouldn’t go to sleep,” you point out, and Hotch’s expression tightens. 

“What day is it today?” He asks, retracting his hand and pulling back into his own space. 

“Wednesday,” you reply, then your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. 12:17 AM. “Thursday,” you correct. 

Hotch releases a pressure-cooker sigh and narrows his eyes at you scrupulously. You lean forward in your chair in a challenge. “I’m fine,” you insist. 

“I just wish you’d take care of yourself so I wouldn’t have to.” 

This catches you off guard. Your brows furrow and you frown at Hotchner, crossing your arms over your chest. “Excuse me?” you ask, feeling offended. What the hell was that supposed to mean? “You don’t think I take care of myself?”

Hotch’s mouth is hanging open just slightly, and he’s shaking his head. “No, Y/N, that’s not what I-” 

“You and I both know you would tell me if my performance was inadequate,” you decide in that moment - maybe it’s the potential concussion, or maybe it’s the exhaustion - to rip into him. “I don’t need a babysitter, Aaron.” 

Hotchner shakes his head again. “I know you don’t need a babysitter,” he says calmly. Irritatingly calmly. “I just meant that there are many other things I’d rather be doing…” 

Your mouth goes dry. Obnoxiously, with the cadence of a confused basset hound, you say, “huh?” 

Aaron’s cheeks are pink now, and he swallows hard. “I’d better go check on Reid and that ice pack,” he murmurs, but before he can roll away, you grab the arm of his chair.  

“Aaron,” you breathe out, and suddenly he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world, like there’s a spotlight shining down on you from the ceiling of a little police precinct in Middle of Nowhere, Kentucky. 

His brown eyes are so soft at this moment. His eyebrows have softened from their usual piercing, investigative furrow. He knees press into yours, and you want so badly to bridge that gap between his face and yours. His mouth is hanging open, only slightly, and you watch with bated breath as his tongue juts out - just barely - to moisten his lips. 

The door flies open at that moment, and Spencer’s shifting three different ice packs among his hands. “I’ve got gel, I’ve got water-based, and they also had one of those beaded eye masks that people put in the freezer for self-care at home,” he laughs at this, stopping at the head of the table when he realizes he very clearly interrupted something. “Should… should I go?” 

You’re rolling back from Hotch, crossing your ankles and shaking your head. “No, you’re fine, Spence,” you say hurriedly and squeakily, just as Hotch clears his throat and rises from his seat. He lingers in the door on his way out. As you’re taking the gel ice pack from Spencer and placing it gingerly against your forehead, your gaze meets Hotch’s. 

He’s boring into you with those beautiful molten chocolate eyes, and he purses his lips pensively for one fleeting moment, as if to say, to be continued. 

“What was all that about?” Spencer asks as he sits back down. You shake your head. 

“Nothing,” you feel concrete tension in your jaw that radiates all the way down to your toes. You grab the next pile of letters and open one. The fact that you have to pretend like nothing just happened, like you didn’t just share an absurd amount of tension with your boss? It feels like your entire body is on pins and needles. “Let’s just keep going.”

[arcticmist0324]

Dear J. D. Vance,

I am our shared ancestors’ favorite many times great-grandchild. Sorry, not sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Maybe it wouldn’t be this way if you weren’t weirdly dismissive of Appalachia.

Not sincerely,

Ellie (your fourth cousin)

[the-muppet-joker]

I wish you well in your time of grief. I know how you feel. I had a horse in my life pass as well, not my horse brother but a horse cousin. I can understand how you feel.

Before I made peace with Bucephalus, I took no issue with the way all of the losers of the Kentucky Derby were ritualistically eaten by the Winner Horse. Now, having lost a horse relative myself, I see how much gratuitous suffering and loss occurs for people related to horses all across America. And for what? Entertainment? Mindless tradition? It makes me sick. Many such cases

[formosusiniquis]

my @steddiesummerexchange gift fic for @oh-stars! I was so excited to work on this prompt: penpals through childhood until they both graduate -- road trip to meet one another in person. Epistolary fics are always a favorite of mine. oh-stars is such a brilliant writer and bright spot in the fandom, I was excited to be able to write a little something for her, I hope you like it!

October 13, 1976 Dear Eddie,

Mrs. Simpson says I’m supposed to thank you for volunteering to be my partner even though you’re a fifth grader. I don’t know why I should though since now I actually have to do this stupid pen pal project. I know she only paired me with an older kid cause she thinks I’m dumb. But thanks for the extra work I guess.

She said she wasn’t gonna read these before she sent them off, just that she was gonna make sure they were a page front and back like they were supposed to be. But I don’t really believe her. So I guess I should actually write this right.

Hi Eddie. My name is Steve Harrington. I’m 10 years old because I got put in Kindergarten late cause my parents were too busy in wherever my dad does his business stuff and my au pair -- that’s fancy for babysitter who lives in your house -- couldn’t do it. My birthday is in September, almost at the end (the 27th), so I guess that’s why it was okay. When’s your birthday (Mrs. Simpson says a friendly letter is supposed to ask questions.)

My favorite things are yellow and sports. I’m the best at red rover and kickball, Tommy says it's cause I’m the oldest and biggest in our class but he’s a sore loser and couldn’t even break through the girl side of the red rover line. Do you play games? Mrs. Simpson talks about your Hawkins like it’s on a different planet but you’re just in Kentucky. It’s right across the river. I’ve been there a couple times when Dad likes me and we’ll go watch Louisville play basketball. Basketball is my favorite sport but the only outside court is at the park and the big teenagers are always on it.

When you write back you can tell me what sports and games you like. Does your Dad ever bring you to Indiana to watch stuff? The Pacers only played okay last season and they lost to Kentucky in the playoffs. Is that who you root for?

Oh and I’m supposed to ask you about school since this is like homework. I kinda already did that at the beginning, remember. Do you like English or something? Is that why you asked for extra work? Or was your pen pal last year just a super dud?

That’s front and back now.

Sincerely (cause we aren’t friends), Steve Harrington

October 25, 1976 Dear Steve,

First of all I didn’t ask to have to write a letter to some fourth grader. I was told because I’m the only kid who didn’t do it last year that I had to be your partner. I do like English but extra work isn’t fun for anybody. I’ve never had a pen pal before so you’re the best and the worst one I’ve ever had. Are teachers allowed to call people dumb at your school? Mine just look at me like a really weird bug on the road or something.

Your teacher sounds like a real pain in the side, that’s what my Uncle Wayne would say. I think it’s cause he’s pretending he doesn’t know the word bitch. She talks about this Hawkins like it’s on another planet because it’s in the Appalachian Mountains and people think everyone here is stupid and marries their cousins.

Some of them are stupid but they would be like that anywhere it’s not because they live out here.

I’m actually from Lexington though so it isn’t even my Hawkins, but my Uncle Wayne lives here and he has to watch me for a little while.

You didn’t really ask me anything good about myself. I’m Eddie Munson, I’m going to be 11 when it’s my birthday this year (Halloween the coolest birthday cause everyone gives you candy). Red and black are my favorite colors. I don’t like any sports at all, they’re all stupid but everyone knows about basketball here, it's more important than church. Everywhere has games but when you get to fifth grade you learn which ones are for babies.

I like imagination games the best cause then I don’t have to worry about anyone else playing with me. There’s lots of woods here so I can go in them and hunt monsters or dragons or be an elf like in my favorite books.

Wayne’s looking over my shoulder and says I’m supposed to ask you a question. So what’s your favorite book? Do you like fantasy, that’s my favorite but the science fiction stuff with aliens is cool too.

I know you asked about my dad but since I live with Wayne I’m gonna use him instead. He hasn’t ever taken me to Indiana cause “his truck weren’t meant to leave these hills” whatever that means. He said he roots for The Colonels but he wishes your Pacers luck this season. What’s a Pacer anyway?

Do I have to ask you about school too? I don’t think this is homework for me more like extra credit. If you don’t like English what do you like? Don’t say recess or lunch those are cheating answers.

Not your friend either, Eddie Munson

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[emchant3d]

My mamaw passed yesterday.

She wasn't my grandmother by blood - she was my cousin's grandma. I know it might seem strange to have been so close with her, but she was a member of my family from the moment I was born.

She called me her "nice grand daughter" when my cousin was in one of her moods. She welcomed me into her home and her life and her family and she loved me like I was hers.

There aren't words to describe how much she meant to me and how grateful I am to have had her as a bonus grandma. She was a loving, selfless, fiercely proud woman. Everyone who met her was better for knowing her.

I wish she could call me hon one more time. I wish I could hear her Kentucky drawl one more time. I wish cancer wasn't a monster who took one of the strongest women I've ever known and made her suffer and took her from her loved ones at seventy years old, well before her time.

She deserved better. We deserved better. The world is worse without her in it.

[sparkedblaze]

hello friends and fans!!

if you live in the united states

you are over 18

and you enjoy what little rights you have left

please

for the love of any god(s) you may or may not worship

vote.

ESPECIALLY if you live in a swing state. your vote matters SO MUCH.

a swing state, for those who dont know, is a state whose vote for president is won within a specific margin (i’ve seen three and five points as the main margin for swing states). these are states that are winning by FRACTIONS. by twenty votes. every. single. vote. matters.

so, if you and a group of friends decide to go vote, you have just closed that gap even more. even if it’s just you. thats one more vote to close that twenty vote lead.

the swing states in the last few elections were:

arizona, colorado, florida, georgia, illinois, indiana, iowa, kentucky, maine, maryland, michigan, minnesota, missouri, montana, nevada, new hampshire, new jersey, new mexico, north carolina, ohio, oregon, pennsylvania, tennessee, virginia, washington, and wisconsin

if you live in any of those states, you and your friends. your brothers and sisters and cousins and mom and dad. your neighbors, the local librarians, teachers, starbucks employees, everyone youve ever met or spoken to needs to flood the polls!!!!

YOUR VOTE MATTERS

please stop letting people convince you that it doesn’t

signed

your friendly neighborhood queer, raised by conservatives (understatement), who knows what it’s like to live surrounded by their ideas and their laws. who knows how fucking terrifying it will be if anything they talk about or plan goes through.

[louis--wifey]

How tall I think all of the states are

I don't think I've done this before if I have, I forgot. I'm bored and I have nothing better to do. (I'm gonna list them by tallest to shortest and with minimum commentary)

Note: as I am writing this note, I am midway writing this whole thing and realizing that basing it off of the size of state is not the right choice. I am now going with energies but I am not changing any of the commentary that I already made because fuck that

Alaska - 6'8"

I've seen people put Alaska as over 7 ft tall and I have a cousin, multiple cousins actually, who are in fact over 7 ft tall and I don't think you guys understand how tall that is. It is terrifying to be barely over 5 ft tall and have somebody towering to feet over you. My neighbor is 6'7" and that is about as much as I can handle without feeling like I'm about to get trampled by a fucking Sasquatch. Alaska is tall but he's not 7 ft tall and I will stand by that

Texas - 6'4"

California - 6'3"

I know that Texas is fairly larger than California but California is long. I see him as being tall and skinny but not taller than Texas tall like barely shorter than Texas tall.

Montana - 6'2"

New Mexico - 6'

Arizona - 5'11"

Nevada - 5'11"

Colorado - 5'11"

Wyoming - 5'11"

Oregon - 5'10"

Minnesota - 5'10"

Idaho - 5'10"

Missouri - 5'10"

New York - 5'9"

Most of these are, in fact, based on the size of the actual state however New York has 5'9" energy. I can't explain it but he does.

Nebraska - 5'9"

South Dakota - 5'9"

North Dakota - 5'9"

Oklahoma - 5'9"

Alabama - 5'9"

Mississippi - 5'9"

North Carolina - 5'9"

Tennessee - 5'9"

Utah - 5'8"

Utah is another one that is not based on size of state because he has too much smol boy energy

Kansas - 5'8"

Pennsylvania - 5'8"

Wisconsin - 5'8"

Georgia - 5'8"

Louisiana - 5'8"

Illinois - 5'7"

Kentucky - 5'7"

Virginia - 5'7"

Arkansas - 5'7"

Iowa - 5'7"

Ohio - 5'7"

South Carolina - 5'7"

Michigan - 5'6"

Michigan is actually the biggest one of all of the midwest states but I'm making him the shortest because he has too much blouse energy to be taller than 5'6".

Washington - 5'6"

West Virginia - 5'6"

Maine - 5'6"

Indiana - 5'5"

I take it back, Indiana is shorter because he has skirt energy and he has even smoler boy vibes than Michigan

Connecticut - 5'5"

Florida - 5'5"

Florida is 5'5" because Ben is 5'5" that is my only reasoning.

Maryland - 5'4"

Hawaii - 5'4"

Massachusetts - 5'3"

New Jersey - 5'3"

Vermont - 5'2"

New Hampshire - 5'2"

Delaware - 5'

Rhode Island - 4'11"