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marksmanrange · 1 year ago
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Discover Top Gun Classes and Firearm Training in Houston Texas
Hey there, fellow shooting enthusiasts! Whether you're new to the world of firearms or a seasoned shooter looking to hone your skills, finding the right place for gun classes in Houston can make all the difference. In a city as vibrant and diverse as Houston, there are plenty of options, but if you're looking for top-notch training and a stellar shooting experience, Marksman Range is the place to be.
Why Take Gun Classes in Houston?
So, why should you consider taking gun classes in Houston? Well, there are several great reasons:
Safety First: Understanding how to handle and operate a firearm safely is crucial. Gun classes teach you the fundamentals of gun safety, ensuring you can enjoy shooting responsibly and securely.
Skill Development: Whether you're a beginner or an experienced shooter, there’s always room for improvement. Professional training helps you refine your techniques and become a more accurate and confident shooter.
Legal Awareness: Gun ownership comes with responsibilities. Classes often include lessons on local laws and regulations, helping you stay compliant and informed.
Fun and Community: Learning to shoot can be a fun and social activity. Gun classes provide a great opportunity to meet like-minded individuals and enjoy the camaraderie of the shooting community.
Comprehensive Firearm Training in Houston
When it comes to firearm training in Houston, Marksman Range offers a wide variety of courses designed to meet the needs of shooters at all levels. Here’s a glimpse of what you can expect:
Beginner Classes
If you’re just starting out, beginner classes at Marksman Range are perfect for you. These classes cover the basics of firearm operation, safety protocols, and shooting fundamentals. You'll learn everything from how to properly hold a gun to the correct stance and aiming techniques.
Intermediate and Advanced Training
For those with some experience, Marksman Range offers intermediate and advanced courses. These classes delve deeper into shooting techniques, precision, and tactical skills. Whether you're looking to improve your marksmanship or learn defensive shooting skills, there's a course tailored to your needs.
Specialized Courses
Marksman Range also provides specialized training for those interested in particular aspects of shooting. From defensive handgun courses to long-range rifle training, you’ll find a class that fits your interests. These courses are ideal for individuals looking to develop specific skills or enhance their proficiency with certain types of firearms.
Learn How to Shoot a Gun in Texas
If you’re eager to learn how to shoot a gun in Texas, you’re in the right place. Texas is known for its strong gun culture, and there's no better way to embrace it than by learning to shoot with expert guidance.
Marksman Range’s instructors are not only highly skilled but also passionate about teaching. They take the time to ensure you understand each aspect of shooting, from the mechanics of the firearm to the nuances of aiming and firing. With their support, you’ll gain the confidence and skills needed to handle a gun effectively and safely.
Why Choose a Marksman Range for Your Training?
You might be wondering what makes Marksman Range the best choice for learn shooting in Texas. Here are a few reasons:
Facilities
Marksman Range boasts modern facilities that provide a safe and comfortable environment for learning. Their gun range in Houston is equipped with advanced safety features and a climate-controlled indoor shooting area, ensuring a pleasant experience regardless of the weather.
Experienced Instructors
The instructors at Marksman Range are seasoned professionals with years of experience in firearms training. They bring a wealth of knowledge and expertise to each class, offering personalized instruction that caters to your unique needs and skill level.
Comprehensive Course Offerings
Whether you're a novice or an experienced shooter, Marksman Range has a course for you. Their wide range of classes ensures that you can find the right training to match your goals and interests.
Commitment to Safety
Safety is a top priority at Marksman Range. Their classes emphasize safe handling practices, proper storage, and responsible use of firearms. This focus on safety ensures that you can enjoy shooting with peace of mind.
How to Get Started
Ready to take the plunge and start your journey into the world of shooting? Getting started with gun classes in Houston at Marksman Range is easy. Simply visit their website to view their class schedule and sign up for the course that best fits your needs. Whether you're looking to learn the basics or refine your skills, there's a class waiting for you.
The Benefits of Ongoing Training
Taking one class is a great start, but continuing your training can bring even more benefits. Regular practice and advanced courses help you stay sharp and improve over time. Marksman Range offers memberships that provide ongoing access to their facilities and discounts on classes, making it easy to keep learning and growing as a shooter.
Join the Community
One of the best parts about taking classes at Marksman Range is the opportunity to join a community of fellow enthusiasts. You’ll meet people who share your passion for shooting and gain valuable insights from their experiences. Plus, Marksman Range hosts events and competitions that add an extra layer of excitement and camaraderie to your shooting journey.
Conclusion
Whether you're new to shooting or looking to take your skills to the next level, Marksman Range is your go-to destination for gun classes in Houston and firearm training in Houston. Their comprehensive courses, expert instructors, and top-notch facilities make them the ideal choice for anyone looking to learn how to shoot a gun in Texas. So why wait? Dive into the world of shooting with Marksman Range and discover the thrill and satisfaction of mastering your firearm skills.
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ladybugkissing · 2 days ago
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I think it'd be very funny to date Graves and ask him for shooting lessons. (sfw, unedited, mentions of firearms but in the context of gun safety lessons)
Graves is like... entirely unserious about most things. You try to do any activity with him, and he'll likely just sit there, hardly participate in it, and use the time as an excuse to flirt with you. It's endearing, and you've kind of come to expect this goofiness in everything he does.
But then one day, you suggest that he teach you to shoot. Fully expecting him to drag you to a range and spend the next several hours pressed up against your back and whispering commands in your ear, you're entirely gobsmacked when he does the exact opposite.
Graves sets you down for a day and teaches you gun safety. Nothing funny or flirty about it. How to load a magazine, how to take apart and put a handgun back together, how to clean it. The phrase "the gun is always loaded" is now seared in your mind, tucked neatly between the folds of your brain. He's taking this shit seriously. If you even slightly tilted the gun to point away from the hard ground, he was hissing at you to watch where you were aiming.
So, that was totally unsexy. Maybe when he takes you to the range, he'll loosen up, right? Wrong.
Takes you to a nearly empty range in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Texas, puts these ancient-looking earmuffs on you that squeeze your head tight enough to give you a headache, and tells you to shoot at the target. There's clearly no point in him sexily whispering instructions in your ear when you clearly can't hear a word he's saying with the earmuffs on.
On the way back home, he's happy to tell you how proud he is that you're learning about this kind of thing to keep yourself safe, but getting cockblocked by this man's military instinct wasn't really how you wanted to spend the weekend.
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crowandmousewritingco · 10 months ago
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If You're Reading This
Pairing: Joel Miller x nb!reader
Word Count: 4.5k
Rating: PG-13, there's no spice. It's all angst bay-beeeeeee
Summary: You met Joel while out on a 'hunting run', you startle him and in return he almost shoots you. After everything settles the two of you get to talking and decide to stay in contact one of the only ways, via letters. Over the time writing each other, you grow feelings for him, and learn things about yourself that you don't know how he'll handle. Telling him, he goes silent, but you refuse to give up hope. Will your hope be enough to keep you going?
Author: Mod Crow (Got a new job so life has been ahhhhh)
Author's Note: The reader says their age. This was for @burntheedges' Roll-A-Trope! I was very back and forth on how I wanted this to play out, in the end I'm pretty happy with it.
Masterlist
Warnings: Language, mentions of suicide, and mentions of raiders and guns.
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Dear Joel,
Thanks for not shooting me today, I wasn’t even in my best attire to die. I’m kidding. Not about the not shooting me thing. 
It was nice really meeting someone who didn’t want to kill me or rob me. It was also nice having the help dragging a deer all the way back to this place. I only hope my butchering and fileting skills aren’t getting rusty. But hey, if they are, you said something about you showing me “the way it’s done in the big beauty of Texas” or however you worded it. I know you aren’t here, but I need you to know that I’m currently laughing. I made myself laugh. Gods, I’m losing it aren’t I?
 Anyways, I should probably start cooking myself something to eat before the sun goes down. If you ever head this way and stop at this place, you should leave me a little letter or something. Obviously, I left this one for you in an obvious spot -and that’s what you should do as well- then after that we can start putting them in more well-hidden places, we can’t have someone finding them before we have a chance to. But that’s for the next letter.
-Y.F.
P.S. Y.F. means your favorite, I know what I am, you don’t have to tell me.
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Hey Smartass,
Now that I like the sound of. Oh, and drop the formality, I’m not your pen pal or some shit like that. Ellie wanted me to tell you that “if you try to replace her as my favorite, she will stab you”. I don’t pick favorites. Just so you know. I haven’t had a favorite person in a while now…
God let’s stop talking about the sad shit anymore. I saw a baby squirrel on the porch as I was walking up. I thought maybe he had lost his mama or daddy; I’m thinking that’s what he also thought because when one of his -what I can only assume- parents came back they had scared that poor little thing so bad that he damn near jumped three feet high. I was kind of wishing you could have seen it, I remember you telling me how much you loved nature and all that stuff. Don’t read into that.
Anyways, I don’t know what it’s like heading up from the southwest, but Ellie and I ran into more raiders than we normally do. I don’t know why there’s more, but I’m not liking how things are looking.  
I left you some ammo and rations hidden in the fireplace. Ellie left you something, she wouldn’t tell me, besides that it was hidden in the bathroom. That’s all she told me, so I’m guessing that means good luck. 
-Joel 
I’m not calling you my favorite, I don’t have a favorite between you two nuisances 
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Dear party-pooper,
Yes, that’s what I’m calling you from now on, you fucking party-pooper. ANYWAYS, I found your stash, thanks. The ammo was a life saver…literally…the rations could have at least been a good one. You left me some beef jerky (the only good thing in that damn ration), some stale ass cracker, and some unidentifiable fruit-like substance. 
The raiders though, they’ve actually been better. Based on my guess, I think they might have migrated up your way. If you think it’s getting too bad for a bit, I get that, don’t feel pressured to write me back whenever you’re here next. 
On a lighter note, Ellie hid a book that she’d think I’d like. So far, her shot in the dark has struck bull’s-eye. Tell her I said thank you. As for where she hid it -you’re gonna love this- she pulled the medicine cabinet off the upstairs bathroom’s wall, knocked out a small bit of drywall, and hid it in the wall before replacing the cabinet. It took me far longer than it should have, but who the fuck would look behind the cabinet on the wall? The cabinet, mind you, looked like it had never been pulled off the wall. Fuck, I really gotta give her credit for how creative she is with hiding places. You should take notes. Your hiding spots in the past have been…kinda in plain sight. Love you old man, but you suck at hiding. Expect, I give you credit to this last drop, up the chimney fluke. Maybe you still have it in you after all, old man.
Anyways…I left some things for you in the door of the fridge. It’s not much this time, things have been rough at this place. We let in this new couple, and they’ve been super suspicious. The first night they were here, the woman -Gabrielle- was found snooping around in the owner of the farm’s wife’s dresser. Gabrielle couldn’t give us a straight answer as to why she was snooping. That wasn’t even the weirdest bit, that same night the man -Kenneth- was snooping around in ALL of our shit. I woke up at gods only know, probably 3 or 4 in the morning. I didn’t think he got any of shit. I didn’t look though, and that’s on me. He got away with most of the things I was going to give you, what he didn’t take is hidden for you. I left Ellie some magazines I found about alternative bands from before the pandemic. I don’t even know if she knows what alternative music is, gods you probably don’t know what alternative music is. I’ll explain that to you in person one of these days. 
-Your favorite nuisance 
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You fucking child, 
You and Ellie act like the exact same person sometimes I swear. Sometimes I feel like it’s just Ellie leaving me these notes. 
Forget all that, you said that the ammo I stashed for you came in handy? What happened? Are you okay? Were you injured? What happened to the other guy? That’s something I would have paid to see. If half of what the shit you’ve said in the past were true, then you’re a pretty good aim. 
What you left me enough, the granola was honestly a god sent. You have no idea how boring coffee was getting. Ellie also said -and I quote- “Hell yeah these bitches look sick.” I have no idea where she’s heard that, because it sure as hell wasn’t me. 
Backtracking -kind of- I know we’ve talked raiders, how have those fucking clickers been? I think because of that “migration” or whatever the hell you called it, they’ve been out there killing those fuckers while they snuck through the shadows. Our raider problem went up, but the clicker problem. It’s been too quiet recently. But following that thought, your raider problem went down, so that means your clicker problem got worse. Didn’t it? Fuck… You’re a pain in my ass, but I like this banter I get to have. You should come with Ellie and I back to our little place. It isn’t much, but Ellie’s been complaining that where we are isn’t “comfortable”. I swear she says what she says just to test my patience. But, yeah, Ellie would love it. She’d never shut up and it wouldn’t be me for once. Just give us the when and we’ll meet you here.
-Joel M.
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Hey grumpy,
I think I like this nickname the best so far. I do swear one thing to you grumps, I am 100% NOT Ellie. I’m your…something. I’ve been kinda held up in my room at the farm this past week. I’ve been thinking about some things after the raiders. That’s not something I lied about; I am a pretty good shot. So was the leader of the little gang. He was 100% aiming for my head, I’m only alive because I got lucky. He drew his gun quicker than I did, he aimed quicker than I could, and he pulled that fucking trigger before I could…His gun jammed. It took me a minute to even register that I was still alive. When I realized though, gods, was I ready. Almost dying makes you really think about how you want to be remembered by people. 
I don’t even know if what I’m thinking would make sense to you. Ellie might, but all she’s ever known is…well whatever it is she grew up knowing. These are things that I haven’t thought about since���fuck, well before the outbreak. Bare with me as I try to figure out to explain this in writing that isn’t going to be a fucking novel. 
Actually, before I do that, I want to get this out there first. if you aren’t sure you want to be a part of this emotional blah, I got lucky. Ken left his bag open in Gabrielle’s room right next to her bag in her room! What’s even better? Neither of them were anywhere near the bags, Gabrielle was helping with dinner and Ken was helping with fence repair. I left you just under half of the ammo they had -hey, gotta keep myself safe- and Ken’s utility hatchet like thing (you’ll see what I mean). I also snatched you some more granola. I have no idea how this old couple is doing it, but they have so many oats. They also have a fucking bee house! You know what that means? Fresh honey! And just for you grumps, I snatched a mason jar for the two of you. Honey’s also good for a sore throat. I know it’s getting cold out there. I’ve actually been knitting (I know, I must be lying about my age. I’m not, I swear. I learned how to knit because of my grandma. When I was probably six or seven, I made a huge deal out of wanting to learn to do what my grandma was doing. So, she taught me. After the outbreak, I needed something to do with my hands, otherwise things…things would be incredibly different right now. Gods, sorry about the ramble.) some scarves for the two of you. You have no idea how much yarn got left behind in the stores. If after you read this, you decide you still want me to go with you I will. We can do it the weekend after next. Next week is my birthday and Marieann and George (the old couple of the farm) told me that it was “my day to relax and rest up after the hard year.” Who am I to go against what a sweet old lady tells me to do? That being said, I don’t like not knowing what’s going on and how the two of you are doing. At this point, what’s even the point of keeping track of birthdays anymore? Like, “Yay I lived another horrid year on this dying hunk of space rock, can’t wait to suffer through another one! Anyways, I'm sneaking out past curfew to leave you a note if the plan has changed. Anywho…I found more magazines for Ellie. I’ve hid them in the pantry. She’s smart. Your is hidden in the basement behind that dresser, it’s the same idea as what the kid did in the upstairs bathroom cabinet.
Back to the emotional blah…If anything I write doesn’t make sense, you can try asking Ellie. She may know. Gods, I thought it would be easier to write this out, not having to see your weathered (ignore that) expression change. To what? I don’t know. Anything? Fuck it…Joel when we meet, I thought I had figured myself out. When I met you, I was sure I was a woman. I don’t think that I am…I’m not a man either though. I’m neither? I don’t know how to explain this. Okay, so I was she/her when we met, you were -and still are- he/him. Well, if I’m neither of them I have to have a way to refer to myself, right? I do, instead of she or he, I’m…them. Or they! Well, it’s more like both, they/them. Gods I’m shaking so bad right now haha, I’m just really scared of losing you two…You two have been the first good thing since this shitstorm started. I know I can’t make you write me back, but I can ask you to at least leave me something saying you’ll either come back and write a new note or some kind of…I don’t know sign? That doesn’t feel like the right word, but note isn’t the word I want to use…I don’t know Joel, just please leave something. I don’t care how long it takes; I’ll keep coming back till I get another note from you. Even if that means I die doing this because you chose to leave, and I wouldn’t hate you for it. 
That’s all I’ve to say. I really do…like you Joel, when thinking, remember I am the person from all of those letters and the few times we met.
-Your Raven no    Magpie also no Crow now that’s one I like
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Joel, 
Hey, I came back this weekend, I’m 26 now! Yay! I’m not going to lie; I’m terrified right now. The clickers are getting worse around the farm, they aren’t too bad on the way here yet, but I know they will be.
I checked to see if you took the stuff, and you did. I saw that Ellie left me a comic book and a band shirt from one of those mags I gave her. I can’t believe she was able to find one, let alone one in my size. I also saw that you left me some ammo and another ration. I know it isn’t much, but it’s something. It gives me hope, and that’s all most of us have nowadays. Along with that hope, I also hope that you'll come back again. If that’s the case, I’ve left you both some things, same places as last. 
Joel, for you, more granola (enough for the both of you), a scarf for you, some peach preserves (Marieann opened up some preserves she had made to be opened about this time), and some bread I baked. I warn the bread isn’t pretty, but with the chill, it should last a bit longer.
For Ellie, her scarf, a couple of mangas I found (this will be fun to hear how that goes), a Swiss army knife I found on a dead raider (I know it’s gruesome, but it’s the world we live in now), and a slightly used deck of cards. I felt like she could find a way to entertain herself why you do whatever it is you do when you want to be alone.
-Your hope filled Crow
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Hey again,
You took the things again, and you left some more for me. It’s still something. No matter how little. It just hit me, these letters are going to be getting shorter and shorter until I hear from you huh?
Should I even keep writing to you? Maybe don’t answer that. Or do. You take all the time you need. I’m leaving you guys some more things, the same place as before.
-Your Crow
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Hey, 
I’m sorry about how long it took, I’ll be honest, I didn’t understand at all, and it freaked me out a bit. I asked Ellie if she they understood it and they did. They also came to realize that about themselves too. No, I don't fully understand it, but I’m willing to learn.
Thanks for the scarves, they’ve really helped with the chill at night. Ellie was so intrigued by that one that I’m guessing was the manga. I have no idea if they figured it out, but they’re having a blast trying. 
The clickers have been a bit more active around us too. I wonder where they’re all coming from though. 
Ellie and I are ready to head out, just tell us when. We’ve gathered all we could, the rest of the stuff we’re leaving is replaceable. Thanks to your scarf we’ve managed to carry a bit more stuff, not the way you meant for them to be used but they’re multifaceted. 
I don’t know if Ellie has anything to leave, but I’m assuming it’s in the bathroom. I don’t have much to leave, I found some yarn. I just happened upon it when looting some cars on the main road. I also found a broken bow. I don’t know if you can fix it, but maybe that old man, George(?) could fix it, or maybe someone else in the house. They’re in the basement, it’s the only place they’d fit. 
I want to help you keep that hope alive. I have one of my own, I hope we can get somewhere warm and safe together.
Joel, with…
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Holy fuck,
Joel, you came back?! Thank you fuck…thank you. If you could see me, I am a mess right now. Gods you’d get a kick. 
I wasn’t able to fix the bow, but George was! I guess he used to bow hunt back in the day. He said it may take him a bit; he has to dig out his tools. I’ll leave a letter the night before with an update. If you find a letter then there’s kink in the plans, if you don’t find a letter then it’s because I was there waiting, or I died. Or some other third thing, I like being dramatic sometimes. 
With this plan may be happening, I’m not leaving much. This time it’s a kindle of firewood. Dry firewood hidden in the sugar in a mason jar. I remember you saying you drank coffee, and you were growing tired of the taste. So have some sugar, make it sweeter. Maybe add honey too. 
-Your Crow
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Dear Joel,
I know you hate the formality of these kinds of letters, but for once, just let it be. See the thing is I’m writing this as a “worst case scenario” kinda thing… I started writing about an hour ago for me, gods only know how long it’s been for you. To put in perspective the time difference, I’m writing this the same day I read your letter you had left, the letter about the plans about me coming with the two of you to find somewhere else. 
I don’t know what has happened to me to force my hand in leaving this letter, but if I had to take a shot in the dark, I’ve probably been shot by other survivors. I’ve been bitten. If I remember, I’ll try to come back and write what really happened. Anyways, I know we had a plan, I also know that you’re a strong man. You don’t need me; I would have just slowed you down. So now you have to promise me you’ll keep that kid safe. Oh, and if you happen to find yourself in Omaha -I know we’re several hundred miles away, but you never know- stop by 1004 Cicada drive. It’s where I was living when all of the shit hit the fan. Now, I won’t be there to give you the tour, so you better not go tracking mud or anything inside. 
Look, there are some things in that house that I think could be beneficial to you, I know you’ll find what you need. I have some things out in the garage, there’s some other things in the attic, and then there’s some things down in the basement’s crawl space. Now, it’s going to be dusty and dirty down there, but back before all of this, it was a beautiful basement. I had just finished painting it that beautiful blue color that has since been destroyed by some fucking raiders. Fuck, look at me gushing over my old basement. I must really sound like some weird fucker, huh? 
Anyways, if I’m dead and that’s why you’re reading this, I just wanted to tell you some things…Where do I even start? I guess I’ll start light, that’s what you do right? I don’t know why I keep asking questions, I don’t know your answers to them. Gods do I wish I did know your answers, writing this with the unknown has been killing me. If you could see me right now, you’d have a pretty good laugh, I’m shaking like the last fall leaf in a big dying tree in the middle of a tornado. Fuck, I’m rambling…Look I’m really happy we ran into each other when we did, that day you almost shot me in the forest -behind this decrepit house- I lied to you. You asked me why I was out there, I told you I was looking for some animals to catch. I wasn’t…I couldn’t take any more of this bullshit. So, I was gonna beat the zombies to my death, and I wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of bringing me back to be some brainless creature monster. I was going to paint a bit of the forest with gray matter. When you insisted on helping me because you also needed food, I was honestly kinda pissed. But now? Now I’m happy you stuck around. Joel, I don’t wanna make you feel any type of way but…You are the only reason I’m still here on this shithole of a planet. Also…you sticking around had affected me in ways I wasn’t expecting…Joel thanks to you Joel, spending all of that time with you, getting to actually know you, exchanging stories, all of that shit. All of that meant means far more than you could understand, and in that time, I grew to fell in love with you Joel. 
I should have told you in person not through a piece of paper. I know there isn’t much I can say now…. but I am sorry. I wish I could have told you in person, I really do, I wish I could have heard your lips say it back. I can only imagine how your raspy, yet honeysuckle sweet voice would say those three words “I. Love. You.” Gods the thought of it…
Anyways, if I keep going, I might accidently write you a book. For whatever reason it is that made me tell you where to find this, I’m happy I got to meet you when I did. Make sure to tell Ellie I said hi. You make sure you keep that girl safe or so Gods help you, Joel Miller. 
-Your Crow, with love
P.S. Joel I don’t know how much longer I have till I turn, but I just wanted to say before I die, I love you Joel, tell Ellie I love her too. I left you my remaining ammo and handgun. I left Ellie my lucky bullet casing -we both know she’ll love it- and my bracelet, the one with that little metal rabbit foot charm. You have no idea how excited I was to leave that lonely farm. I would finally be with people I cared about and who cared about me. Like who actually cared about me. 
I had a weird feeling that this is how things would go, so I planned. I know I’m leaving you my handgun and ammo. The handgun only has one bullet right now. You can fill it the rest of the way and leave, or you can do what I was too scared to do in the end…Kill me. Right now, I’m in the kitchen writing this. I don’t feel good, I feel like someone beat me with a lead pipe. My head is throbbing, and I can’t tell if I’m sweating because I’m hot with a fever, or if because of a cold chill. 
I thought I’d have a bit of time, you know, write you some more, pour my heart out on paper for you, but I don’t. It wasn’t a deep bite, but it was a bite, nonetheless. I tried to sneak past this clicker, I was doing so well until I lost my balance and stumbled, twisting my ankle. I didn’t try to fight it, I thought I’d have better luck running back here. I didn’t…  
I love you Joel, I really really ….
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*Joel’s POV*
Your writing at the end was practically ineligible, trailed off almost. Joel wasn’t quite sure, what he was sure of, was the feeling of his heart break. An all too familiar break, one he hadn’t felt since Sarah’s mom…
Joel quickly and silently tore his path through the house, he was certain that you were playing some kind of sick cruel joke. 
“Joel. Joel! Come on man,” Joel could hear Ellie, but for some reason his legs wouldn’t stop. He had to prove Ellie wrong, that’s why. Yeah, that makes sense. “Joel, Jesus fucking Christ. STOP!” Hearing Ellie’s loud voice had pulled him to a halt. 
“Joel, I know you loved them man, I did too. I don’t know what hell-bent path you’re on, but you aren’t going to find them okay. I know,” Joel looked to Ellie, his unfocused eyes taking a moment. When his eyes finally focused, he could see it, he could see the tears that were pouring from Ellie’s face. That’s when he realized he too was crying. “I looked for them after I found their rabbit’s foot bracelet. I think they’re in the basement, the door is locked or jammed. I can’t get it open.” Joel swallowed the pained howls that wanted to rip through his tired body. Clearing his throat, Joel quickly wiped his face on his jacket sleeve. 
“You stay up here; I’ll get it figured out. No matter what, I don’t care if you're curious or something else, don’t under any circumstances come down there am I clear?” Joel clenched his jaw, he needed something to focus on something, so why not something he can do. 
Ellie never responded verbally, but Joel saw the stiff nod. Turning from Ellie Joel tried to make quick work of finding the things you left. It took him far less time than he expected. Joel also found a key; one he could only assume you left. It wasn’t particularly noteworthy or showy, but if he had to guess, it would unlock that basement door. Was that even something he wanted to do? Kill you? Or rather, kill the already dead you? 
Heading back to the dining room, Joel looked at the things he had found in the house. The one catching his attention first? Your handgun. The one with only one bullet loaded in it. Picking up the gun, Joel examined it in his hand, the handle was worn, faint groves noticeable to the touch. The metal on it had definitely seen better days, days when the metal was clean and before it was used in all of this shit. 
Swallowing the lump in his throat down, Joel took the key -along with the gun- to the basement door. Standing there, Joel simply stared at the handle. God only knows how long he stood there, but hearing Ellie walk into the dining room, pulled him back to the doorknob in hand. Gripping the gun tighter, Joel carefully put the key into the knob. Giving it a trying twist, Joel felt it resist for a second, before a soft ‘click’ could be heard. Gripping the knob, Joel twisted it slowly and carefully pulled the door open. There wasn’t a single sound coming from the basement, maybe you had found a way to do this. Something he was now dreading. Readying the gun, Joel carefully made his way down the stairs, trying to be as light as possible on his feet. 
Once his feet hit the basement floor, Joel clicked on his flashlight. The basement wasn’t huge by any means, but it did have a smaller room off the back wall. Walking towards the doorway, Joel practically held his breath to listen for the all too well known cl-
The sound of clicking slowly filling the air as he grew closer. The sound put him to a stop. Can he really do this? Yes, because you shouldn’t have to be one of them. Clenching his jaw Joel continued on. 
In the doorway, Joel could barely make out the shadow of you, or at least what used to be you. It was kind of hard to tell for certain where the bite was for certain, but it seemed as if it was your shoulder. As he stood there, Joel was silent, he wanted to remember what you were like, this wasn’t you and he knew that. You were gone by now, long gone and he knew that. Raising the gun, Joel closed his eyes for a moment. Opening his eyes, Joel cocked the handgun, the click of the hammer grabbing your attention. Staring at what used to be your face, Joel could feel the tears run down his face. 
“I’m sorry I wasn’t quicker my Crow.” His last word punched through the silence, with the loud echo of a spent shell.
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can you hear the music (ch. 1) - joel miller x reader
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even here, at the end of all things, some things persisted. one thing in particular, throughout all the places you had been. music.
summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano and find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world.
warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, platonic!ellie x reader, implied age gap, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, they kiss lolz, smut to come, pining, feelings.
words: 1.8k
a/n: a little sweet, a little bitter, a little self indulgent. I'm planning on this being a series! I hope you enjoy. warning tags only apply to this chapter.
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Two knocks. Three. More knocking, hushed squabbling from outside your door. You got up from your seat at the kitchen table, a piling mess of sheet music and scribbled notes.
Opening the door revealed your newest student, Ellie, looking very much like Joel was leading her to the gallows with that scowl on her face. 
“Can we just get this over with? I’m fucking hungry.” Ellie pushed past you, shrugging off her coat and kicking off her boots. 
“I’m sorry… ‘bout her. She likes doin’ this, I swear. Always comes back talking about it. Just give her some time to warm up to you.”
Joel had this particular look on his face whenever he talked about that little girl. His dark eyes would soften and he’d push a hand through his graying hair, his thoughts seeming like they were somewhere else entirely from his surroundings. The most he ever said to you was about Ellie. Everything you knew about Joel was from Ellie, naturally.
He was from Texas. He was fairly older than you– you didn’t have much experience from when it was before the end of the fucking world. He sounded tightly wound. He could play the guitar, and he’d taught Ellie a few things. Once, she’d said that he only liked piano music if Billy Joel was playing it, whoever that was. That made you laugh.
You gave him a thin smile, crossing your arms over your chest to ward off the draft that was blowing through the open door. “I know. She’s a great kid, I can tell she wants to learn. I think it helps her– you know, keeping busy.”
Joel met your eyes for the first time since the conversation had started, something painful and poignant seeping into his expression. 
“Yeah. I think so.” He was quiet for a few seconds before looking straight over you to grab Ellie’s attention. “I’ll be back in an hour. I’m down the street helpin’ Tommy with that old building. Be good,” he warned, before giving you a grateful nod and turning back. 
And that was your routine. Joel was usually short with you, a little quiet, a little shy. You thought he was a sweet man– and a painfully attractive one at that. All southern and rough, broad shouldered, puppy-dog eyed. He seemed like he would do anything to keep that girl safe. You were glad the community had someone like him.
You had started teaching Ellie a few weeks after they had settled into Jackson. It was mostly because of Maria’s recommendation, who you were fairly close with. Ellie had hated taking lessons from you more vehemently in the beginning, but the more you worked at it, the more comfortable you saw her get. 
“Come on, kid. This is good for your brain,” you would say, beckoning her to sit next to you on the piano bench. 
She scoffed, but yet she obliged. “This is dumb. I could be doing something useful. Like shooting guns.”
“Art is as important, Ellie. More important than shooting guns. For you, anyway."
Her fingers tapped gingerly on the keys and she played a scale they had learned the week before. “How would you know? You aren’t even old,” she countered. “How long have you been playing?”
You glanced over at the clock. You two were wasting time, but at least she was talking. “My whole life, give or take. I tried to hold onto it whenever I could. It was my favorite thing in the entire world.”
She nodded, seeming to understand. “That’s cool. I get why Joel likes you.”
You didn’t think Joel was someone who particularly liked you. He didn’t dislike you, clearly, but if he had given any hints, they had been falling on deaf ears. You tried your best to keep your expression neutral. “And why’s that?”
She giggled to herself as she flipped through the pages of her sheet music booklet. “‘Cause you’re both fucking weird.”
You laughed too, punching her gently in the arm. “Fair. Now stop stalling and play me whatever you remember.”
Life was special nowadays. More precious than it ever had been. You would have to cherish moments like these. Loss was all around, and loving always risked the hurt. You were really, really fucking tired of hurting. 
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Walking back to your home, trudging through the snow, you were tired. Working in Jackson’s small clinic was easy enough, but it was draining. You saw to children mainly, bandaging up wounds and dosing out rations of antibiotics when needed. The kids liked you, the parents liked you, and that was rewarding, but plastering on a smile and a light-hearted tone all day sometimes felt like too fucking much. 
So naturally, you were ready to pick a fight when you felt a broad hand consume your shoulder. 
You turned around to match the disembodied hand to a face, only to see Joel Miller. He looked tired, more tired than you, and a little sad. 
“Sorry, I wasn’t tryin’ to scare you. I saw you, and I…” He paused, looking down at the two sets of footprints that had outlined both of your paths. “Ellie isn’t feeling well. I think it’s best she skips y’alls lesson tomorrow.”
She released the breath she'd been holding. For some reason, he had the tendency to precede the things he said as if he was about to tell you that the world was ending. Again.
“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Is she alright?” 
“Yeah, she’s alright. This whole things a big fuckin’ adjustment, and I… I worry she’ll push herself too much if nobody stops her,” he explained. “She’s been with Maria all day. But yeah, she’ll be okay.”
Ah. He was worried about her. It seemed like he was always worrying about her. “I understand. Can’t imagine what it must be like for her. And you.”
She’ll push herself if nobody stops her. Who stopped Joel? Who looked out for him? His brother, surely, but was it like that? Did those two, hardened and stretched thin, have the time to be concerned about things like that? How long had he just been… going?
You reached a hand out to touch his upper arm, rubbing it a little before pulling away. “You’re a good man, Joel. I really think that, and I hope you know it.”
He laughed a little at that. “I haven't done any good, trust me on that.”
You dropped your gaze and looked away. You knew that everyone here, without a shadow of a doubt, had done things they weren’t proud of. Things they never would’ve done if not at the end of the world.
You were maybe 20 steps from your front door, standing out in the Wyoming cold with him. You tried to meet his eyes before speaking again, but he wouldn’t face you. 
“Come in. Please, I insist. Warm up, I just traded for coffee.”
He looked like he was fighting with himself for a few seconds, raising his head and looking off to the side. “Yeah, alright. Why not.”
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Joel Miller was sitting in your living room, sipping from a mug so carefully that you’d think he was afraid he’d break it. The fire was lit and casting warm shadows across the dim room. It was endearing. You hadn’t felt like this in a lifetime. 
“I couldn’t do it. What you do. Dealing with all those kids,” he said after a long lapse of quiet.
You shrugged, sipping on your own cup. “I love it. I never thought I’d have the chance to play music again, much less teach. It’s not perfect, but it's something,” you said. “Ellie tells me you play guitar.”
Joel rolled his eyes and finally sunk back into his chair instead of hunching over. He groaned a little as he did it, as if he stored all of his tension in his back. “Yeah, used to. I ain’t good at it anymore.”
“But you used to be?” You pried.
He finally looked at you, his eyes infinitely more dark in this light. “Maybe. Don’t think I’d be able to forget how to play even if I tried, so might as well put it to some use.”
You smiled. “I know. Funny how things stick with you. Muscle memory.”
He nodded. “Somethin’ like that.”
And it was true. There were lots of things neither of you would forget how to do, no matter how much time had lapsed in between the before and the now. And sure, most of what you had learned happened after the world had ended, but that was irrelevant. The most important things had always been there. You’d known how to love for your entire life.
His eyes wandered over to the old upright piano situated on the wall in the living room. “Is she any good on that thing?” He asked.
You thought about Ellie, who would curse everytime she slipped on a scale, who would argue fervently about how that squiggly shit on the sheet music could possibly mean anything, who learned faster than any of your other kids.
“She is. She’s impressive. She picked up Old McDonald Had a Farm like that.” You grinned, snapping your fingers for effect. 
He smiled thinly, his mind clearly somewhere else. “Explains why she won’t stop humming that shit. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“My pleasure, Joel.” You laughed. “You finished with that?” You gestured to his empty mug.
“Yeah. Hey, I’ll help you.”
You were elbow to elbow with each other at the sink, cleaning out the liquid and the scattered coffee grounds from the bottoms of your respective cups. Joel took yours and placed it on the drying rack, wiping his hands off with the towel you passed to him.
You leaned back against the island as he turned his back to the sink. He was so tall, so rugged, so handsome. His age only added to it. He had a softness around his eyes now, his features slightly obscured by the absence of much light.
“Should probably take off… Thank you. For the drink,” Joel began.
“Don’t thank me, I’d do it anytime. Tell Ellie that I hope she’s feeling better soon.”
He nodded, and he swallowed. He wasn’t making any moves to leave, save for his eyes on the door. They flicked back to you, watching you, scanning you up and down until he finally said, 
“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart, lookin’ at me like that.”
You weren’t really sure of how it all happened, but in an instant your bodies were pressed together with your lower back digging into the dull edge of the island counter, Joel’s lips pressed to yours like he was seeking oxygen.
His free hand felt up your body, and your skin was on fire. A match thrown onto a pool of gasoline. Everything was electric. He kissed you like he’d learned it in another life, back when love was free, when forever was a tangible thing, when strings weren’t attached. You felt it all on your lips and tongue, in the bonfire that was being fanned in your abdomen.
When he stepped back, you pulled him in for more. The opposite reaction to the Earth pulling down on you is you pulling the Earth back up. You tangled your hands in his soft hair, and his dug into the fabric of your jeans on your hips.
You both came up for air after a while, having migrated to the entrance of the kitchen. He had you backed up against the beam of the open doorway, tucking both sides of your hair behind you ear to see your face.
"Shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled, nipping at the warm skin on your neck.
"Maybe not," you conceded. I didn't mean you couldn't want it– what he could give you. You'd all done wrong things. "You could still stay."
"Yeah," he responded, pressing his body against yours and sweeping a hand over to cradle your lower back. "Still could."
Maybe it wasn't a lie. Maybe that glassy, far off look wouldn't be permanent. It could be like this. You could have a reason.
And yeah, maybe Joel knew more than he let on. Some things never really left him.
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orvdiscrepancies · 5 months ago
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What’s your opinion on the live action trailer? No pressure.
I don’t know how trigger warnings work on tumblr but this has a discussion about guns and why I think it was a bad story decision.
Oh do I have thoughts.
I just plainly don’t like it. Like I think the setting as far as we’ve seen is cool. They did well on set design, but also the story takes place in mostly real places so that does like half the work for them. I think it looks nice and I like the color grading they did.
I also don’t think they did too bad with the casting. Do I know anything about South Korean actors? No. I hardly know anything about American actors. But I looked it up so close enough.
I think Nana is a great choice for Jung Heewon. She absolutely fits the vibes. Ahn Hyo-Seop also looks great. Chae Soo-Bin looks great, I just wish they gave her a wig or something that more matches Sangah’s hair color. Her hair is pretty in the trailer though. I don’t know about Jisoo. I’m always the person that prefers teenaged/young adult actors for teenaged characters but oh well. Also her ponytail just looks weird for some reason. Lee Min-Ho is also good. Just make his hair better. It’s either too well maintained or too flat in the trailer lmao. Which yes, I know typically Asian hair is very thick and straight. Trust me. I have the really thick Asian hair. But have you see how Joonghyuk’s hair is drawn?? Give me back that fluff.
Now let’s talk about the guns in the room and why I don’t like them for various reasons:
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Why. Just- just why- why change it?? Like at all??? I know more about Japanese culture than Korean culture (it’s the anime obsession. I’d love to fix that though. I love learning about new cultures) but a quick Google search tells me that swords are very important in Korean culture too. I would assume so anyways cause they’re in the same region.
If it were Americans making this movie, I’d maybe say that it makes a LITTLE more sense they change it. Americans are stupid sometimes and don’t do the cultural research. However, these are Koreans! The director is Kim Byung-woo who I know nothing about but still!
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Due to the change in weaponry, it feels like they’re catering towards American audiences. Which like- again- why? There is absolutely no reason. Sure, there’s an American audience for ORV. How big is the audience? I’ve got no clue. But either way, just because stupid Americans wanna watch the cool Korean movie doesn’t mean you gotta dumb it down for us. We can handle cool swords. Hell we LIKE cool swords. Wanna cater specifically for American audiences? Shoot the movie in English!
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Yes, swords are cool. But there also tends to be a homoerotic undertone to two guys holding swords if yk what I mean. I know that’s not all it is. Plenty of other characters hold swords. But if you just look at Dokja and Joonghyuk- I mean-
Anyways, I’m not sure how LGBTQ+ content is accepted in other cultures. Philippines is pretty lax about it. Japan is conservative, but their anime/manga content doesn’t seem too concerned about exploring those topics. I’m not sure about South Korea. I’ve consumed exactly 2 pieces of Korean content not including the very little K-pop I listen to (It’s ORV and The Vegetarian by Kang for anyone curious). So it could be to further limit that, but I think it’s more likely to cater to American audiences. Don’t even get me started on Americans and minority groups.
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Guns are easily accessible in America. Like very easily. As in I have like 3 in my house right now and I could go down to Walmart and get some more if I wanted. I don’t. But I could. Not all Walmarts do this but I live in Texas around a bunch of woods so of course we’ll have guns in Walmart.
Logistically speaking, how would they get guns? Joonghyuk can MAYBE be excused. I think his inter dimensional coat regresses with him (which I’ll post a story discussion about that eventually), so maybe he has one in there. But where the fuck did teenager Lee Jihye get a whole ass AWP? And why is putting stickers on it such a badass move??
I don’t know how to feel about her staying in her school uniform either. On one hand, it makes sense cause that’s what we first saw her wearing in the novel/webtoon. For any audience members not paying attention, it makes sense to have her wearing the same clothes if she’s not going to be explicitly introduced as Lee Jihye: survivor of that high school. But on the other hand, it also makes sense that she changed into something more comfortable. She probably had clothes in her locker or whatever and Dokja changed his clothes every few arcs in the webtoon.
I’d also like to talk about what I’ve heard about the movie. Since I don’t watch movies often, I don’t typically pay attention to the news surrounding them, but I know they took out the dokkaebis which makes absolutely zero sense. The dokkaebis are the inciting incident in the story. It’s like taking Mushu out of the LA Mulan movie (which I also didn’t watch). Without them, it doesn’t make sense at all. How does the streaming work? What about the constellations? How does the world end? So many questions and so few answers.
Also in the trailer, the subway looks like it’s being thrown around for no reason?? I’m glad they kept Gilyoung in there tho. I don’t know who his actor is but I half expected them to not include him considering how much else they’ve changed.
All in all, I probably won’t be watching it for various reasons. Including but not limited to: I don’t watch movies often, the guns are stupid, and I don’t wanna.
Now here’s the thing. My friend got me into ORV via a passing comment last year. She was like “oh yeah I’ve been into ORV recently,” I didn’t acknowledge the message for another SIX DAYS before I picked it up saying Gilyoung is my favorite character and I would cry if he died.
So obviously, I went to this friend and I asked her for her thoughts on the trailer too because this hyperfixation is her fault. Reap what you’ve sown @moonlitideals
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[Conversation with my friend on Instagram. Her drama was too silly to not just post screenshots.]
And she’s right. This movie would be the introduction to ORV for a lot of normal people. That’s a horrible first impression and we know that I care a lot about first impressions!
So anyways, neither of us like it ( *^^)o∀*∀o(^^* )
On the other hand, my mom (who watches k dramas) likes it, so my friend isn’t too wrong about drawing in the k drama crowd. But my mom also doesn’t know anything about ORV. She just likes the action lol.
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kaytheday · 1 year ago
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Dallas Winston In New York Headcanon
I've been wanting to do some of these for a little while because I am fascinated with Dallas's life before the events of The Outsiders.
Story Headcanon's
Dallas had a bad home life. His mother was in and out of the house and when he turned ten she was gone for good.
Later he grew to understand that his mother was a prostitute. 
His father canonically hit him and ignored him. I think this messed young Dallas up, and definitely contributed to his ‘look out for number one’ attitude.
He was ten years old the first time he was in jail or juvie or whatever they called it in the 1960s. He was put in jail for a robbery with some other boys.
Being in juvie for the first time also changed him. The reformatory in the Bronx wasn’t a good institution. While he did his time, other boys and the workers there beat on him, boys often didn’t have enough to eat, and the conditions were filthy. He came out hardened and meaner with black eyes and a selfish attitude.
He would be in and out of juvie or reformatory for the rest of his time in New York.
He was twelve when he started middle school and in the same year he started doing favors for an official outfit. He mostly just ran errands or did other low level stuff. Though this didn’t mean that he didn’t see anything terrible. He definitely did.
Later when he got into the 13-14 year old age, they let him do more high level crime stuff. 
He saw many murders while living in the impoverished neighborhood that he did. A couple of the ones were similar to the way he died. (getting shot while shooting at the police) Whether or not he got the idea from those shootings or it was in his subconscious can be debated. 
When he became an official mob associate, he became very paranoid and careful. After getting beat up by mob members for a stupid mistake, he became worried that he would be wacked.
He was anxious and was always watching his back. He worried constantly about being followed.
He was always prepared for a quick getaway, though he never originally planned on leaving New York City.
He left New York when he was 15 because he did a job wrong and accidentally got someone killed. Due to his paranoia he got out of town quickly and went down to Dallas Texas. 
While in Dallas he meets Buck Merrill who offers him a room in return for some work at the bar. That's how he gets into Tulsa.  
General Headcanon's
Dallas was born and raised in the Bronx. (I just see him as a Bronxy boy)
He got his St. Christopher's necklace from some Roman Catholic guy who lived in his building. The guy gave him a jacket as a favor and the necklace was in the pocket. He slept on this guys couch more than once because of his dad.
He learned how to bartend by watching bartenders at the Snakehead bar. Which was a gang hang out for some guys Dallas was associating with. 
He quickly learned not to trust anybody. He gathered this through his interactions in his home life and gang stuff. Because of this, he didn't have very many close friends and was always disappearing when he thought people were mad at him.
There were some kids in his building that used to beat him up. They stopped when they heard he had gangster friends.
He watched many gangsters die, he threw up the first time but after that he became indifferent to it. 
When he left New York, he took none of his parents' possessions. There was nothing he wanted.
There was one night a few weeks before Dallas left for good that his father was beating him. In between hits Dallas managed to get a gun out of his pocket. His father stopped and left the house. Dallas still doesn’t know why he didn’t kill him. 
He cried after his mom left.
He stopped crying all together when those kids made fun of him and then beat him up so bad he could hardly walk for the next few days. The next time he cried was in the hospital when died.
Upon comparing the reformatory he spent time at in New York versus the reformatory in Tulsa, he would say that the one in Tulsa was significantly nicer.
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soleminisanction · 10 months ago
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Since Jason has a lot of conservative talking points, like his war on drugs or punitive justice, I wanna see a fic that explores that in relation to Tim coming out. Let Jason respond negatively, let it drive a wedge between him and the rest of his family, and ultimately be the cause of Jason looking at his own beliefs critically. Let that be a huge part of his redemption arc. Meanwhile lmao Tim doesn't really care except Bruce and Dick are fussing and take him out to a baseball game.
I could see that being interesting with the right writer, though TBH if Jason was written to respond negatively, I feel like it would be less about "conservative talking points" for him, in a political sense, and more from a more nebulous social sort of toxic masculinity -- y'know, that thing straight people do where they learn you're same-sex attracted in some way and they start immediately assuming you're attracted to them specifically, that you're going to hit on them or oggle them in the changing room or whatever.
That feels a little more in line with Jason as a character in terms of potential flaws that could then get a negative response from the rest of the family and provoke a change of heart. The way he gets written reminds me a lot of the libertarians I've known in Texas and Alaska who don't care who you fuck but think it's their god-given right to rig their property with land mines and shoot anyone who looks at them funny.
Nah, the character who tends to get written with full conservative political talking points, on top of a canon personality with some pretty blatant heteronormative baises that mean she really should've responded more negatively than she was written to, is Steph. Little miss "I need to defend the suburbs from the invasion of inner-city Black thugs gangsters with guns" who rants about how much she hates Bill Clinton and thinks the guy who's very obviously trying to jump her like a poorly-trained dog in her Batgirl run is clearly dating the female friend he called a bitch in his first line of dialogue, right up until she sees him hug an unnamed male friend, at which point she (or at least her audience) apparently? decided he was gay??? despite the fact that he spends the rest of the series making sad puppy dog eyes anytime she shows another man affection.
That's not even getting into all the times she accused Tim of cheating on her at the drop of a hat...
(Yes, I'm still salty about the Tim Drake Pride Special bullying Tim into outing himself to Steph to soothe her delicate ego and let her play the ~perfectest most supportive widdle ally who ever lived~. I don't blame Fitzmartin for it at all but fuck that shit.)
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beuatifulbuttercup · 2 years ago
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pjo/hoo characters who use a gun (bc it's cannon we know camp has them)
Drew Tanaka- This bitch refuses to learn to fight so Piper says fuck it and allows her to use a gun. She's surprisingly good at it.
Will Solace- He's from Texas, do I need to say more? He probably knew how to shoot a gun before he got to camp.
Malcolm Pace- IDK man the gays deserve guns
BONUS- the Hermes kids are not allowed guns. They're just not. Those dumbasses forget to turn on the safety on. Even though training is with fake rubber bullets it still resulted in someone losing and eye.
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sars-wulf · 1 year ago
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From Dust to Dust AU explanation:
The story behind this AU is that Anne is a farm girl. She lives in the new state of Texas, and is your average honest farmer. But one day, when she’s away from home, the outlaw, Bog and his gang raid her farm under orders from mayor Andrias to squash any dissenters. Anne’s parents are vocal about Andrias’ acts of corruption and they’re a thorn in his side, so he has them killed. They hurt Hop Pop, and scared Sprig and Polly.
Anne actually meets them on her way back, and Bog says “you’d better go on home, Boonchuy.” He doesn’t kill her because he doesn’t see her as a threat.
She arrives to the burning farm, and is just in time to see her parents take their last breath. They die warning her not to do anything, as Andrias is untouchable. But Anne doesn’t listen.
She takes her father’s revolver, and her mother’s bloody yellow poncho, and leaves in the middle of the night to avenge them.
On her journey, she catches up with bog and his gang, but they defeat her before they shoot her in the chest. They leave her body for the coyotes to eat, but her trusty steed, Bessie, drags her to a light in the darkness. This light is the camp of one Tritonio. Tritonio patches Anne up, and teaches her how to shoot a gun, shoot on horseback, and over all just how to survive. They even rob a train together!
After Anne learns all she can from him, he leaves (not after stealing her cash). Anne wanders into a bar to find a job doing bounty hunting, and encounters Sasha “the blood heron” Waybright.
Sasha helps Anne retrieve her stolen horse, and they end up bonding over wanting to capture and kill Bog. Turns out that Bog was part of Grime’s gang, and he ran off after shooting Grime in the arm, leading it to get amputated. They’re both after revenge. They end up bonding even more and Sasha catches feelings first. She rides off into the night as she can’t fall in love, she’s a hardened outlaw. So she leaves Anne alone, heart broken.
ATP, Anne has made a name as Calamity Anne. She’s a bonafide outlaw now, and she’s getting closer and closer to Bog and his gang. One day, she walks into a bar and encounters the sheriff, Marcy.
Marcy was Anne’s childhood friend, and they had a sort of strange will they won’t they thing. Marcy has been looking for Anne all this time, and Anne is looking for clues on Bogs whereabouts. They talk for a bit, but Anne finds out that Marcy is supposed to bring her in. She panics but a confidant of Bog’s sees her and calls out her name and causes a bar fight.
Marcy is like “YOU’RE CALAMITY ANNE?!?”
And Anne is like “Did the shoot out clue you in or was it the guy calling my name out?”
Marcy tries to convince Anne to give up her outlaw ways, but Anne is hellbent on killing Bog, and then going after Andrias. Anne catches up with Bog and his gang, and she kills them, FINALLY. But Marcy was watching from a distance and she’s shaken by how cold blooded Anne has become. What happened to the warm farm girl she fell in love with?
Marcy is also gathering evidence and documents to expose Andrias’ corruption. She begs Anne to wait, but Anne can’t wait. She needs to see that man dead in the ground. They part ways, finding that they can’t be together, if Anne is an outlaw and Marcy is sheriff. Anne rides off into the sunset, her heart grows colder as she hears Marcy’s cries for her to come back.
Now, about sasharcy. When Marcy was just a deputy, she met Sasha. Sasha wanted to get some incriminating documents for her gang to use. So she used Marcy, and basically swindled her into falling in love with her. Unfortunately (fortunately), Sasha kinda felt something back. So she runs away with the documents, never to be seen again. Marcy had her heart broken that night, and it was one of the reasons she doesn’t trust Sasha after they all get together.
One day, deputy Yunan is sent to capture Anne. After an intense firefight, Anne is captured, and dragged to the town to be executed. Sasha hears about this, and decides to save her, as she’s done some soul searching and doesn’t want to give up on love anymore.
Marcy also hears about this, but by the time she makes it back, Anne has already disappeared and the town is in chaos. She displays the evidence to everyone and gets Andrias outcasted from the town. But after that, she runs after Anne and Sasha, hoping to catch up with them. She also discards her sheriff badge, tired of politics and the job she’s become disillusioned with.
Marcy catches up with the two outlaws, and joins them in trying to go after Andrias, who has now fell into his role as a crime lord. Anne learns to open her heart up again, and finally accepts the two women as her romantic partners, (only after a lot of sweet talking and I’m sorry’s). Ofc Sasharcy gets together after they have an argument and tussle on the ground, kissing. Hate kisses!
There will be more details later, but this is what I have for now!
Thanks for reading all of my rambling lol
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stagbeetleboy · 2 years ago
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I literally can’t stop thinking about how bad Texas chainsaw massacre 2022 was.
The conflict was poc lead gentrification, where they were attempting to chase out the residents of a white town. And that the scary poc trying to steal an old lady’s house and remove her confederate flag causes her to die of a heart attack. (The white final girl feels real bad about this) (the final girl is the one where supposed to sympathize with)
The secondary conflict was the final girl that was traumatized by a school shooting learning to get over her anti gun stance and pick up a gun and defend herself.
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misstictart · 6 months ago
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[Simpsons OC ask game]
11 – Now tell us something your OC hates. I've already mentioned this briefly when talking about people she'd strive to avoid- but I cannot answer to this question without talking about what (or who, in this case) she hates the most: her father.
She can't say he didn't take care of her- as he was the only one who'd look after her while her mother was constantly absent - too busy being the Mafia's boss.
But. Awful circumstances and lots of mental abuse made it that she'd rather see him die (or kill him herself, in some exceptional instances) than spend another second in his company.
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Ironically enough - he's right.
Claryce used to be the very chatty and energetic kid- and loved her father more than anything else. She used to think he was so cool- she'd listen to his military stories and think, wow! My father is one of those heroes who fight for America! Isn't this the coolest thing ever?
So she tried everything to get his attention.
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Except Harold wanted a son more than anything else- someone to root for and to carry his family's legacy. Instead he was stuck with a loud and smart girl (even smarter than him at times, which was frustrating for him) so, really, at first she was just someone who'd become a housewife and make lunch/do chores when she'd be old enough.
...Until the day Claryce stole her mother's gun and tried to shoot with it to impress her father- while the familia got a scare (but didn't scold her because her mother loved her so much), Harold had a realization. He hadn't a son, but he could raise her LIKE a son.
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And from this moment on, Claryce noticed her father was proud of her. For the wrong reasons, of course. So papa likes it when I use guns!! Sure!! I'll learn things a kid isn't supposed to learn so my dad smiles at me!
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Consequently, Harold spent more time with his daughter, teaching her his ways. And of course, that one kid with who she spent time with once in a while was distracting her with his stupid books and plays so. Let's say he didn't think fondly of Bob. (Even more in the present timeline, as he'd be just a criminal like the others. When he thought his daughter couldn't be even more of a walking disaster, it turns out she's still hanging out with him as an adult! Truly wasted potential, he'd think).
But as you can expect, it didn't last long. As soon as her father had to move to Texas (and she went with him) - the trainings turned stricter, talking to her like a general would address a rookie soldier - the compliments turning more and more into "good, but this could be better" until his usual catchphrase "you're better than this".
Back to square one- stuck in a situation where she could never satisfy him, no matter how hard she tried (it was often blamed on the fact she was a woman). Until she asks herself a different question: do I want this. Am I happy with this situation. You'd be surprised to know it wasn't the case/s. The rest of the story is here.
To this day she still heavily resents him for what she (and her therapists) believe to be one (if not the main) reason she still struggles with her mental health. The day she discovered her father was back in Springfield, she spent days locked in her flat crying her eyes out. It's that bad.
Anyway yeah. She hates him lots, as you can imagine. :')
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theoriginaldeadman · 6 months ago
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@railheist
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"Now if you brats don't behave UNCLE SKULL GONNA STEAL YOUR BONESSSSSS."
Skull scared a bunch of bullies from picking on a kid as he lines some cans up and been teaching the kid how to shoot......Skull GREAT with a gun but he not that good of a teacher as he groan and turn around.
There with the cow boy hat.
"Heya partner! I been trying to teach little Tim here how to.....use a BB gun well and gosh darn it.....i'm not a very good teacher since this sack of bones learning it was different. I see you looking like a proper cow person........can ya help teach the kid how to shoot?"
Yes....the skeleton somehow talking with a texas accent
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1loser-going-2-hell · 1 year ago
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Richard Ramirez
Born February 29, 1960, Died June 7, 2013 (Age 53)
Richard Ramirez was an American serial killer who was active during the mid 1980s, who was mainly known as the Night Stalker, but was also known as the Valley Intruder and the Walk-In Killer. Ramirez killed at least 14 people and committed 21 assaults, most of which took place during home invasions in the Los Angeles area, which caused a panic that caused gun sales to go up.
CHILDHOOD
Richard Ramirez was born in El Paso, Texas, on February 29, 1960 and was the youngest of 5 siblings. His parents, Mercedes and Julian Ramirez, were Mexican immigrants, and his siblings all had birth defects due to the fact that his mother worked in a boot factory that exposed her to harmful chemicals while pregnant with them. Richard's father, a former policeman in Mexico, was prone to having violent fits of anger that caused him to be physically abusive to his family. When Richard was 2, a dresser fell on his head, which caused a large laceration, a swing hit his head when he was 5, which caused him to have epileptic fits, and according to Biography.com he also suffered multiple other head injuries when he was young. He was also diagnosed with epilepsy after he had seizures in class.
When Richard was 12, he became close to his older cousin, Miguel, who also went by "Mike." He used to be in the military, and fought in the Vietnam War. Miguel told Richard about the torture he had inflicted onto multiple Vietnam women, and shared some polaroid photos with Richard that showed Miguel posing with the decapitated head of a woman. Mike also taught Richard things that Mike had learned in the military, like how to fight.
One quote from Richard Ramirez's biographer when he spoke to A&E network states: "When his cousin showed him those photographs, Ramirez became sexually aroused. And it was right around the age of 13." Also when Richard was 13, he witnessed his cousin, Miguel, shoot his wife, Jessie, fatally in the face with a revolver. Miguel was found not guilty by reason of insanity and was released after four years of incarceration at the Texas State Mental Hospital. After he was released, he and Ramirez continued contact with each other. When Richard was 15, he got a job at the Holiday Inn, and was given the master key to all the rooms. He would watch people in their rooms until they were sleeping, then broke into their rooms to steal their valuables. One night while Richard was doing this, he wanted to rape a woman. He hid in the closet of the woman while she was in the bathroom, then tried to rape her. Her husband caught him, and successfully fought him off. Ramirez was arrested, but the charges were dropped.
EARLY ADULTHOOD When Richard was 18, he moved to Los Angeles, California, where he was homeless and living on the streets. He also became an alcoholic and a cocaine addict. He befriended many friends that were similar to himself, and they all started living at the bus station. Richard spent the last of the little money he had on a master set of keys to Toyota and Honda cars, and every night he would steal a car and drive around Los Angeles to find a house to burglarize. One night, a woman asked Richard to buy her PCP, but later at her apartment she turned down Richard's advances, and then he raped her. Within two years of repeating this process every night, he began committing more severe crimes. He started raping women and robbing them when he was through. By the time he was 23, he had lost contact with his family.
VICTIMS Victim #1 - Mei Leung
Mei Leung's story has been embellished in multiple news articles for publicity and shock value, which is rather disgusting because she was only 9 years old when she was raped, stabbed, and strangled by Richard Ramirez. According to the most recent news stories of Mei's murder, Mei was walking back home from a friend's house with her younger brother, and while they were walking up the stairs in their apartment building, Mei dropped a dollar bill down the stairwell and into the basement. She went down to go get it but she never came back. Eventually, her brother came back to look for her but instead he found her hanging from a spigot.
A police officer on the case, who was interviewed on the New York Post stated:
“If you can picture Christ on the cross, that’s the way she looked. Her head was drooped and her chin down. It was a sad sight to see. She kind of got to me.”
The case was not tied to Richard Ramirez until 2009.
Victim #2 - Jennie Vincow (age 79)
Jennie's body was found by her son, Jack Vincow, in their shared apartment. Her body was found with a slashed throat and multiple stab wounds. She was killed on June 27, 1984.
Victim #3 - Dale Okazasi (age 34) Richard Ramirez murdered Dale Okazasi on March 17, 1985, by shooting her in her own home. During this attack, Ramirez also murdered Maria Hernandez, who was 20, but she survived.
Victim #4 - Tsai-Lian “Veronica” Yu (age 30)
On the same day (March 17, 1985) of the murder of Dale Okazasi, Ramirez dragged Veronica from her car and killed her.
Victim #5 - Vincent Zazzara (age 64)
Ramirez broke into Vincent's home and killed him while Vincent was asleep.
Victim #6 - Maxine Zazzara (age 44)
Maxine was killed during the same attack of her husband, Vincent Zazzara, on March 27, 1985.
Victim #7 - Willaim Doi (age 65)
Ramirez fatally shot William Doy when he broke into his house in Monterey Park on the 14th of May, 1985.
Victim #8 - Mable "Ma" Bell (age 84)
Mable Bell was killed after Ramirez attacked her at her home in Monrovia, California, on June 29, 1985.
Victim #9 - Mary Louise Cannon (age 77)
Mary was killed at her home in Arcadia, California, on July 2, 1985.
Victim #10 - Joyce Lucille Nelson (age 61)
Ramirez beat Joyce to death, and also burglarized her home in Monterey Park on July 7, 1985.
Victim #11 - Max Kneiding (age 68)
Max was killed by Ramirez, and was attacked with a machete as well as shot on July 20, 1985.
Victim #12 - Lela Kneiding (age 66)
Lela Kneiding, the wife of Max Kneiding, was also killed on the same day after Ramirez broke into the home the couple lived in, in Glendale, California. He also robbed their home.
Victim #13 - Chainarong Khovananth (age 32)
On July 20, Ramirez was shot and killed while he was sleeping in his some in Sun Valley.
Victim #14 - Elyas Abowath (age 31)
Elyas was shot and killed on August 8, 1985, in Diamond Bar, California. He was killed during the burglary of his family home.
It is now known that Richard's crime were all acted out in a similar way. He would steal a car, drive around Los Angeles for multiple hours at a time, then find a house that was dark. Then, he would park his car and look around for a way in the house. While Richard was doing this, the people within the house were always asleep. Richard would then look into all the bedroom windows and figure out who was home, and then he would shoot all the men in the house directly in the temple so that they were killed instantly. However, this action would cause a loud noise which woke up the women in the house. Once the women were awake, Richard would tie them up with whatever was available while he went to go get the children out of bed. Richard would torture and rape the women in front of the children before he killed the women, and then he would let them beg for their lives and then rob them.
RAMIREZ'S BELIEFS IN SATANISM
When Ramirez was around 18, he started reading books by Anton Lavey, the founder of the Church of Satan. Then, he stole a car to attend one of Lavey's Satanic ceremonies. After this, he called his mother to say he'd been 'touched by Satan.' He believed that his Satanic impulses were in line with what Satan would have wanted. Later on, he would also carve inverted pentagrams on his victims' palms and even yelled "Hail Satan" in the middle of court.
SOURCES Note: please let me know if I got anything wrong! And if I did get information wrong, I am sorry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xghc6gxWvi0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAnyT4JsnKs
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Bonnie starts a heated argument with Buck and Blanche:
"One day, just before Clyde came back with Billie, I was sitting in the car in the garage listening to the radio when I heard Bonnie and Buck cursing each other. Then I heard Bonnie tell Buck to call me in, that she could whip me. I didn't know what it was all about, but I went in just the same. She jumped off the bed and began cursing me. I never found out why. All I ever learned was that she was just tired of us being with them. I had tried to be so good to her. There wasn't anything else I could do for her that I hadn't already done. I couldn't understand her angry outburst. She wanted to fight, but she was a sick woman. I would take anything she said before I would ever strike her.
I told her if she still felt the same way when she got well then we could fight it out, but not now. Then she said she would have Billie do her fighting for her if she should come back with Clyde and her mother. And she would tell Clyde to whip Buck, then they would leave us. Apparently Bonnie and Buck were talking about W.D. Buck still thought Clyde should have never gone after him. Then Buck started talking about a certain officer in Texas. Buck knew him as a tough guy, not afraid of anyone. Buck said he hoped Clyde would never run into that particular law officer, that it would be just too bad for Clyde and anyone with him. Bonnie got mad and said Clyde wouldn't be afraid of that officer, or of any officer.
Then she said she was glad W.D. was back again, that he had more nerve than Buck and me together. Then Buck got mad when she had said I was afraid to shoot coppers and that I was excess baggage and in the way. He told her that when she was well he would show her whether or not I was afraid of her. He said he would have her settle this and see to it that it was a fair fight. He would make sure there was no gun play. "Well, call her in here," Bonnie said. "And don't wait until I am well. I am well enough now." That's when I came in. W.D. came in about that time too. He got Bonnie back in bed. She told him what Buck had said and that she was going to tell Clyde how she had been treated while he was gone. She said she wouldn't have anyone but W.D. to protect her if the cops should come in. She said Clyde knew she would get no protection from us and that's why he left W.D., to take care of her.
Buck told her she knew better than that! He said if anything should happen she knew she would be the first one put in the car and that he would fight for her just the same as he would for a sister, because Clyde loved her. Then he said she should be ashamed of her outburst. Bonnie told us to get out and leave her with W.D., that he could take care of her until Clyde came back. When she jumped off the bed earlier, her burns started bleeding and hurting her again. She had to have more Amytal to put her to sleep." — Blanche Barrow, "My Life With Bonnie And Clyde"
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fists-on-up · 1 year ago
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Fast Car
This isn't really a gaylor post, but what's in a blog?
I saw a TikTok from MHB on last night's performance of Fast Car that reminded me of something. He said, basically, that he was touched seeing Tracy Chapman & Luke Combs, a guy you'd think was her total opposite, singing it together. This reminded me of a guy I knew.
I live in Texas, born & raised. I'm very familiar with the good ol' boys & the not so good ol' boys. I worked with a guy named Russ for years & it was the kind of job where you're just in a room together for 12 hours at a time. Russ is the quintessential Texas guy. He loves shooting and fishing and church. He named his actual children after gun manufacturers if that gives you an idea. But Russ is also sensitive & kind. He's one of two men I worked with that not only didn't take issue with taking orders from me, but genuinely respected me. And I respected him. He's also hilarious, and we very quickly learned that he, myself, & another lesbian who worked there were the best team. We worked well together, but we also had similar sarcastic senses of humor. We'd talk about girls, shoot the shit, it was great.
We worked together for years & were really good friends. But it was also a little weird because we couldn't just hang out outside of work. A married man doesn't just hang out with women like that. And that type of married couple doesn't have a lesbian over for dinner. No one really talks about how hard it is to have friends as a lesbian.
But one day Russ said something I never forgot. We were goofing off & he jokingly said he needed to stop talking to us so much or he was going to end up slipping up around his wife. I asked what he meant & he said when he met his wife he liked her so much he kind of just pretended to be this other version of himself. A version he thought she wanted. Of course they end up married & years later he's still pretending. The goofy, hilarious side of him? She didn't know that Russ. The kind, compassionate guy who actually loved being around queer people? She didn't know him either. The guy who thought religion was used more like a weapon & questioned his own beliefs? She had no idea. Every time he tried to just be himself, she hated it. So he stopped trying.
Russ is a great singer & guitar player. His wife doesn't know it, but his favorite artist is actually Tracy Chapman and Fast Car makes him cry. Because men like him don't like artists like that. And they certainly don't cry over Fast Car. But they do. He & I had a lot of differences, but believe it or not our biggest was that I was free to be myself, for better or worse (and I've had a lot of worse).
Fast Car always made me emotional because it has that inherently Sapphic quality to it that was largely unique to that time period. Tracy still isn't out, but you could feel it then & you can feel it now. Hell, she's a big part of how I learned to feel it. But now when I hear that song, I just think of my friend & how it resonates with him. And I hope that one day he can actually feel like he belongs.
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“A Paris to Marfa March for Reproductive Rights” by Gayle Reaves, from the November/December issue of Texas Observer magazine:
Above: Louise Culbertson, 15, organized protests and rallies all over Texas on behalf of reproductive rights.
Louise Culbertson’s passion for political activism started when she heard about the murders of 17 students at a Parkland, Florida, school in 2018. With her mother’s help, she organized a demonstration in support of stronger gun laws in her hometown of Marfa. About 200 people showed up.
Culbertson was 10 years old at the time. She was proud to put Marfa on the map of places that had marched against gun violence, a list kept by March for Our Lives, the national organization of young people formed in the wake of Parkland to push back against the epidemic of shootings. 
It was something Marfa needed, Culbertson said. The fear of a mass shooting at her own school was real. The shooting at a Santa Fe, Texas, school had happened the same year as Parkland. Four years later, Uvalde’s tragedy would reinforce the bitter, tragic lesson. What happened at Parkland and the other schools “really, really scared me,” she said.
Fast-forward to summer of this year, and Culbertson, now 15, was organizing protests and rallies all over Texas, this time in support of reproductive rights. And doing it from Paris, France. Anger at the reversal of Roe v. Wade had turned up her activism by a couple of notches. Thanks to her mother’s French background, Culbertson and her brother had been able to enroll in school in Paris two years earlier. But Culbertson was coming home to Texas for the summer with a mission.
She started planning in April, and in May got in touch with a nonprofit called Deeds Not Words (founded by former state senator and gubernatorial candidate Wendy Davis) that helps young women build a stronger voice in politics. With their mentoring, Culbertson put together protest events in five cities. Amid Texas’ mind-numbing summer heat, she and her mom, Valerie Breuvart, drove from Austin to Houston, then to Dallas, El Paso, and home to Marfa. In Austin, only a handful of young people showed. In Houston, Dallas, and El Paso, Culbertson said, the turnout was about 20 to 30, from young teenagers to adults. Back home in Marfa, her event drew about 50 fellow protesters. In the other cities, Culbertson said, the events were in one place and featured speakers and people chanting and holding up signs. But in Marfa, she said, “We actually marched.”
“I loved it,” Culbertson said. “I definitely learned a lot. … We had great speakers.” And of course, she got to meet people all over the state and immerse herself in politics.
Where does her determination and interest in politics come from? Her father, Don Culbertson, is a physician’s assistant and her mother a teacher of art history. For more than a decade, they have owned and run a medical clinic in Marfa, with Breuvart working on the business side. “I was raised with my parents talking a lot about politics,” Culbertson said. She described them as “strong Democrats” who took her to polling places to show her how elections worked. “All my passion for politics comes from my parents cheering me along.”
The couple shared their daughter’s fears about gun violence and her concerns about the quality of the schooling that she and her brother would get in Texas. In 2021, they took a year’s sabbatical and went to France.
“We live here [in Marfa]; we have a business, our home. Louise was born on the living room floor here,” Don Culbertson said. But his wife’s background gave them the “opportunity to get a kick-ass education” in Paris for their kids. “And so we’re doing that. We’re so excited,” he said. For now, he and his wife return to Texas for a few weeks several times a year. While in France, Don Culbertson participates in the clinic via telemedicine. The whole family comes home in the summer. 
Louise Culbertson said that the language instruction she’s getting in Paris is the best part. The schools she would be going to in Texas offer little in the way of foreign language programs, she said, whereas in Paris, “half of my courses are in English, half in French, and you have to take a third language.” A small city in Texas—even if it’s Marfa—can’t offer the social life that is available in Paris, and then there are, of course, the opportunities for activism.
In Paris, Culbertson is active in a group called Democrats Abroad France doing things like helping register Americans to vote back home. Her brother Victor, 18, is “even more happy than I was to move to Paris.” She called him a “classic teenager … having fun.”
Her activism probably wouldn’t go over as well in other parts of conservative rural Texas. But Marfa and Presidio County tend to be a world of their own—very oriented toward the arts and politically, as she said, “one blue county in a whole pool of red.”
Culbertson “grew up in this town. Everybody looks out for each other here,” said Lisa Kettyle, a founding member of the Big Bend Reproductive Coalition. Culbertson said the coalition has helped her plan her local protest events. 
Natasha Acevedo, an outreach manager with Deeds Not Words, said Culbertson contacted the nonprofit last spring via Instagram. She shared her idea of a series of events around the state supporting reproductive freedom. The Roe v. Wade decision had “really made her feel heartbroken,” Acevedo said. Culbertson was one of the youngest activists they’d ever worked with, she’d reached out to them only about six weeks before the first event, and “she lived in a whole other country,” Acevedo said. But Culbertson “wanted some mentorship, and that’s what we do.” So the nonprofit agreed to help.
Deeds Not Words, which has been around about five years, has chapters on a handful of college campuses and is looking to add more. Acevedo said the group’s goal is to empower young people to deal with problems of gender inequality and to think about what a society built on equity would look like. “A lot of young people are very passionate about wanting things to change” but don’t know how to get started, Acevedo said. The nonprofit teaches them about building a community of like-minded people and starting with smaller concepts.
Acevedo helped Culbertson find the people she needed in each city, showed her how to create a pitch for her ideas, and met with her weekly to check on her progress. The 15-year-old was tenacious, passionate, and intelligent in how she dealt with people.
“She ended up having all the events she wanted,” Acevedo said, even though turnout was small for some. It shows that “no matter how young you are, you can make a difference.”
Culbertson said her aim is to “continue to grow awareness” about the repercussions of Texas’ severe abortion laws. A year after Roe v. Wade was overturned, she told the Big Bend Sentinel, “It’s still important to keep on marching … because this hasn’t gone away yet. And I’m not going to stop until it does go away.” 
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