#mary fields

[erenfox]

can we talk about how chaotic these two panels are??? there's naomi being a mama bear to lily, william displaying where ben gets his protective nature from, james and mary looking like they deal with this shit daily, daniel screaming when even lily isn't, and mariana just staring dead into the phantom's soul like fuck this im bored

really tells you where the children get their personalities from lmfao 😭🙏

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Mary Fields, AKA Stagecoach Mary 1832-5 December 1914. The first black woman employed as a Star Route postwoman in the United States. She ran mail between Cascade Montana and Saint Peter's Mission. She ran the mail route from 1895-1903. She was born a slave, ended up in St. Peter's Mission to help her previous employers sister back to health in 1984. She stayed on there and worked "men's work" like hauling freight. In 1895 Mrs. Fields got a job as a Star Route Carrier (Today called a Highway Contract Route). Star Route carriers were not U.S. Postal Service employees, these were contracts given to the lowest contract bidder. Mrs. Fields made a name for herself by never missing a deliver regardless of weather. She earned the nickname Stagecoach Mary because that was her preferred deliver method.

[annalaynee]

FIELD FAMILY THEORY 🔥🔥🔥 so spoilers and stuff 😋

ALSO THIS IS JUST A RANDOM THOUGHT I HAD IN MY HEAD AND ITS PROBABLY NOT TRUE AT ALL SO TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT🔥🔥🔥

I think that Logan and his grandparents changed their name. Because Logan, James, and Mary are all very common names and the last name Fields is also very common (also ik the whole gang has common names i just like to think into things too much.) Also since they were in a greek syndicate and Logan's grandparents seem to know atleast a little greek they would probably be greek themselves and the surname Fields doesn't originate from greece (as far as i know)

Also I just think it would be common sense to change your name after leaving a criminal organization because if the government takes it down even if you're not apart of it you're going down with it too.

Again, this is just a silly thought so I doubt its true so dont come at me for being unreasonable or something 😞

[iamumbra195]

!!!SBG CHAPTER 79 SPOILERS!!

This chapter is literally almost word for word how I Imagined the kidnapping of the parents all happened and I’m so proud of that fact lol

Mike swearing to kill those people when he was being knocked out and Emma taking the brunt of the attack to protect the other— Ashlyn really is her parents’ daughter XD

The Mike/Emma content was peak

AND LILY, BABYGIRL, BITING THOSE PPL TO PROTECT HER COUSIN, SOMEONE GIVE THIS BRAVE GIRL A MEDAL 😭

AND I KNEW THE GRANDPARENTS WERE SUS. WHAT SO FAMILIAR ABOUT THIS JAMES, HUH?

I also love the fact that Mike just doesn’t vibe with the grandparents lol. He just knows something is up and he hates it XD

And who’s this guy? Are we finally getting insight on the two parties that the cranes are hiding from that was mentioned S1? Because the mark on his hand doesn’t look like the usual paper crane, it looks like a different type of bird.

:O maybe it’s a sparrow like in that one panel from season one where Maverick was standing by a window and there was a sparrow perched on the window.

WAIT DO Y’ALL REMEMBER THAT THEORY ABT HOW MAVERICK MIGHT BE TRYING TO HEAL SOMEONE OR BRONG THEM BACK TO LIFE WHAT IF THIS GUY IS THAT PERSON OMG???

Legit can’t wait for next week 😭

[spidercoris]

SBG EP 83 FASTPASS SPOILERS

LOGAN WAS APART OF A SYNDICATE?!?!?!? WHAT.

I KNEW HIS GRANDPARENTS WERE SUSPICIOUS.

on a side note i KNOW his ass is excited for their grand escape plan 😭

look at that face (i say as if that isn’t his face every episode)

back to logan… i wonder what happened to his parents. did they abandon him or were they killed? AAAAAAA LOGAN LOREEEEE (i’m gigging thinking of baby logan just shooting people)

[kemetic-dreams]

"Stagecoach" Mary Fields, America's first African female postal worker, was known for her fearless delivery of mail across hundreds of miles in the dangerous Wild West.

Born a slave in the 1830s in the South, Fields found work with the help of a nun named Mother Amadeus after the Civil War. Initially, she worked in an Ohio convent, then moved to St. Peter’s Convent in Montana.

Despite working among nuns, Fields was far from nun-like. She was a regular visitor to saloons, smoked cigars, got into brawls, and wasn't shy to use her guns. After an altercation with a janitor at St. Peter’s, she was set up by Mother Amadeus with a job at the U.S. Postal Service in 1895.

Fields, the first African woman and only the second woman overall to hold a mail route in the U.S., demonstrated great resilience and courage. In her 60s, she dutifully protected her mail with a rifle and a revolver, unfazed by danger.

She often traveled 300 miles a week to cover her route. In snow, she would strap on her snowshoes and carry the mail in a sack across her shoulders, ensuring it reached its destination.

Her commitment to her job and strong character made her a local hero in Cascade, Montana. She was the only woman allowed to drink at the local bar who wasn't a sex worker, ate for free at the Cascade Hotel, and the townspeople built her a new home when hers burned down.

After eight years of mail delivery, she started a laundry business. Upon her death in 1914, the Cascade community held one of the largest funerals the town had ever witnessed in her honor.

[hozaloza]

Is anyone curious about my SBG Ponyverse story

uh

The lore is interesting. Like, there's hybrids and cows Wow so interesting/sarc

shut up😡 anyways, here's some random doodles I made (not exclusive to sbg bc in general, it's a sort of add-on to the mlp universe)

Here's Noah! In this au, he's Jacob's son, and they're both Crystal Ponies!... It makes more sense if he was colored in, but for now bear with me </3 Crystal ponies are more ancient, therefore look more like older horse breeds in our world. Hence, why his tail is like that. Crystal ponies should be extinct, so Jacob and Noah are currently in hiding rn (they opt for the they are donkey route since it's easier that way).

Next up, uh, Naomi!

Like the rest of her family, she is a cow! Cows usually live in the southwestern regions of the land, so their cutie marks are often related to farming and stuff. But some have other talents as their cutie marks! (Like Ben! He's got a musical cutie mark!)

Next two are post storyline Maverick (no spoilers, take a wild guess), and an oc I made for this au LMAO </3 (i'll design her human form eventually)

Again, won't explain Mavey, but I'll gladly explain Altha. She's Maverick's nurse post storyline, and she's a zebra! Zebra's don't get cutie marks like other horse like creatures do....instead, they get em tattooed! Most zebras tend to follow the path of medicine, and Altha wanted to take it a step further and study modern techniques. Some zebras tend to go this path, and she followed right through!

Lastly, my favorite one besides Altha....Mary! And technically what I imagined Changelings to look like

On the left: Mary in her disguise. On the right: Mary's true form before reforming. There's some backstory that I made for Logan's parents in this au, and that'll be explained another time if y'all want it! But basically, long story short, Mary and James did NOT want to be associated with their kind anymore. They retired from their hive group and moved out far to live a peaceful life. They wanted Logan to grow up a normal life (like how his parents would have wanted), but also wanted to ensure he didn't get hunted down if ponies found out his origin. So, they disguised themselves as an elderly unicorn couple raising their grandson. It was easier for Logan to possibly pass as normal in the dark since he took a more pony appearance in his true form, but Mary and James? Look at Mary's proper form, that does NOT look like a horse. So, disguising!! Logan was born reformed btw, bc his papa.

Oh and yes, his parents are a changeling and a unicorn. Part of the reason why the grandparents retired out.

Anyways, they always made him take the form of his unicorn form, and it didn't matter if he was alone or not; he wasn't half a changeling, he was a unicorn. That was that.

It never really harmed Logan, just made him more confused on his past. WHY was he like this? And why did his grandparents dislike their heritage?....besides the love sucking and eating part.

Anyways, that's all I have for now (as in art....I got TONS of lore I wanna discuss...lol...)

[diioonysus]

black cowboys

john ware (1845-1905)

bass reeves (1838-1910)

bose ikard (1843-1929)

nat love (1854-1921)

bill pickett (1870-1932)

mary fields (1832-1914)

[newly-edgy-anon]

I just wanna go back home

Logan has a migraine during school and has to get driven home by his grandma.

"You're just in time," the teacher called out to Logan Fields, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. "Take a seat."

Logan, a lanky fourteen-year-old with shaggy brown hair, grunted a response as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. The bell had rung only moments ago, but he felt like he'd been running for hours. He stumbled into the classroom, the weight of his unspoken truth pressing down on him like a heavy fog. The last thing he needed was to be late, but the migraines had started again. They had become a cruel, unwelcome guest in his life, turning his mornings into a battleground of pain and nausea. He took his seat in the back, hoping the dim light wouldn't make his headache worse.

"So, Logan," Miss Harris said, peering over her glasses, "are you ready for the science quiz today?"

Logan nodded, his hand reflexively touching his forehead. "Yeah, I studied," he lied, trying to keep his voice steady. He hadn't studied. Not really. Not with the migraines keeping him up half the night, leaving him drained and dizzy. The words on the pages had swirled together like a tornado, and the numbers looked like a secret code he hadn't cracked.

The classroom chatter grew faint as his vision narrowed, the edges of the room blurring into a watercolor painting. He felt the throb in his temple intensify. The migraines had been happening more often lately, and no matter how much he tried to ignore them, they had a way of consuming his thoughts. He'd been to the doctor, but the tests came back normal. "It's just stress," they said. But how could that be? He was just a kid trying to get through the school year, not some kind of secret agent dodging bullets and solving world crises.

As Miss Harris began to lecture about the life cycle of a fern, Logan's thoughts drifted to his bed. It was his fortress, the one place where he could hide from the world when the migraines took over. The soft, cool pillows whispered sweet nothings to him, promising relief if he'd just close his eyes. The darkness was his sanctuary, a silent reprieve from the world's relentless cacophony. He wished he could be there now, curled up in the safety of his bedroom, with nothing but the sound of his own shallow breathing to keep him company. But instead, he was here, trapped in the fluorescent hell of his classroom.

The pain grew, each heartbeat a drum echoing in his skull. He clenched his jaw, willing the throb to subside, but it only grew stronger. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as the room started to spin. It was happening again. He had to get out of here.

"Miss Harris," he croaked, raising his hand, "I don't feel so good."

Her eyes scanned the room before landing on him, a mix of sympathy and irritation playing on her face. She sighed. "Go to the nurse's office, Logan. Get yourself checked out."

With a nod, he gathered his things and shuffled out of the room, the migraine leading the way like a malevolent guide through the gauntlet of staring eyes and hushed whispers. He knew what they were thinking: "Not again." But they didn't understand. They couldn't.

The nurse's office was a small oasis of calm, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The smell of antiseptic wafted through the air, and the walls were a soothing shade of blue that seemed to pulse in time with his headache. Mrs. Jenkins, the school nurse, looked up from her paperwork as he stumbled in.

"Logan," she said, her voice gentle, "What's going on today?"

"Migraine," he managed to spit out, collapsing onto the nearest chair. The room was spinning now, the edges of his vision turning into a kaleidoscope of colors that didn't belong. "It's bad."

Mrs. Jenkins nodded knowingly, her eyes filled with understanding. She'd seen this before. She rummaged through her desk and handed him a small white pill. "Take this. It'll help with the pain," she said, her voice soothing. "Lie down on the bed and try to relax. I'll let your grandma know."

Logan swallowed the pill with a gulp of water from the plastic cup she offered and gratefully collapsed onto the narrow cot, his backpack thumping against the floor. The pillow felt heavenly against his throbbing forehead as he closed his eyes and wished for the migraine to recede. The nurse's office was cool, the air-conditioning a gentle whisper in the background, and the pill was already starting to work its magic. The colors in his vision were fading back into the real world, and the pain was beginning to dull to a tolerable level.

His thoughts drifted to his grandmother, who would be at work, her worried face appearing on his phone screen in a few moments. She'd rush over, her eyes full of concern, and she'd ask if he needed anything. But what could she do? No one could fight this invisible enemy for him. He was on his own in this battle, armed with nothing but painkillers and darkness.

The minutes ticked by, the clock's second hand sounding like a drum in the quiet room. The pill was working, but the migraine was a stubborn beast. It hovered, lurking just beneath the surface, ready to pounce if he made a wrong move. Logan tried to focus on his breathing, in and out, slow and steady. The world outside the office grew fuzzy, and he found himself drifting in and out of consciousness, the pain a distant echo.

The door creaked open, and Mrs. Jenkins stepped in, a worried look etched on her face. "Logan," she said softly, "your grandma's on her way. She'll be here soon."

He nodded, not opening his eyes. "Thanks," he murmured.

The wait felt like an eternity, his body taut with anticipation for the sweet relief that came with his mother's embrace. Finally, he heard the familiar footsteps, the click of her heels on the linoleum floor, and the gentle rustle of her skirt. "Logan," she called, her voice tight with concern.

"Grandma," he said, his voice a mere whisper. The pill had taken the edge off, but the migraine still clung to him like a stubborn fog. She was there, a warm presence beside him, her hand stroking his hair. It was all he needed to keep fighting, to push through the pain.

"It's okay," she murmured, her voice a lullaby that soothed his aching soul. "We'll go home, and you can rest."

As she helped him sit up, the world spun around him again, the migraine not quite ready to let go. But with his mother by his side, he found the strength to stand, to walk through the school, the migraine's grip loosening with every step. The sun was too bright, the air too fresh, but he knew that soon, he'd be back in his bed, the darkness swallowing him up, and for a little while, the pain would be nothing but a distant memory.

And yet, as they made their way to the car, a tiny seed of fear took root in the back of his mind. What if the next migraine was worse? What if they never went away? The thought was too much to bear, so he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the comforting weight of his grandmother's arm around his shoulders, guiding him through the storm. For now, that was all that mattered.

At home, the cool darkness of his room washed over him like a balm. He collapsed onto his bed, the sheets still crumpled from the morning's hasty departure. The quiet was a stark contrast to the school's constant hum, and he sighed in relief as his mother pulled the curtains shut, blocking out the last of the sun's harsh glare.

"Water?" she asked, her voice a gentle murmur that didn't pierce the bubble of silence he'd built around himself.

"Yes, please," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. The migraine was still there, a dull throb that pulsed in time with his heart. But it was manageable now, a bearable weight that didn't threaten to crush him.

As she left to get the water, he heard the faint buzz of his phone. With a grimace, he reached over and turned it off. Text messages and notifications could wait. For now, he needed the sanctuary of silence, the quiet that allowed him to battle the pain without interruption.

When she returned, she placed the cold glass on his bedside table and sat on the edge of his bed, her hand lightly resting on his back. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," he lied again, not wanting to worry her any more than he already had. "I just need to rest."

"Okay," she said, her voice filled with doubt. "But if it gets worse, or if you need anything, just call for me."

He nodded, his eyes already slipping shut. The pill was pulling him under, the promise of relief beckoning like a siren's call. As his mother left the room, closing the door with a soft click, he felt the last of the tension drain from his body. He was safe, for now.

The migraines had become a part of him, an unwanted piece of his identity that he couldn't escape. They stole his nights and his days, leaving him feeling like a shadow of himself. But in the quiet darkness of his room, with the pillow enveloping him in a cocoon of coolness, he found a semblance of peace. A temporary reprieve from the world that waited outside his door.

And as he drifted off to sleep, the migraine's grip loosened, allowing him to sink into the oblivion he so desperately needed. For a few precious hours, he could be just Logan again, not the boy with the unexplained pain. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting his room into an even deeper shade of blue, he knew the battle wasn't over. The migraines would be back, ready to claim another piece of him. But for now, he had a brief respite. And in the quiet of his room, he held onto that small victory, clutching it tightly as he slipped away into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a world without pain.

Word count: 1,731

[petervintonjr]

"One of the freest souls ever to draw a breath... or a .38."

Put some freakin' respect on the name Mary Fields. Born enslaved in 1832 Tennessee, after the Civil War Mary first traveled west to Ohio, and then eventually settled in Montana with a convent of Ursuline nuns. By all accounts a fierce, short-tempered woman who would never apologize for the space she took up, Mary eventually parted ways with the order and set out on her own (which might --paradoxically-- argue that the nuns held to their creed and did an excellent job raising her!). Other versions of the tale depict her as having been expelled from the order, but whatever the circumstance, by the time she reached her mid-fifties she had established a track record of many entrepreneurships --some failures, some successes. That list includes steamboat chambermaid, groundskeeper, laundry worker, restaurant owner, and madame.

Standing at an intimidating six feet and boasting that she was "always ready for a good cigar and a drink," Mary embraced her reputation as a brawler and was never shy about arguing for unpaid (or underpaid) wages; yet at the same time was famously compassionate with children (of any race), and in particular deeply passionate about gardening. Equally at home in a saloon or at a baseball game, Fields disdained much that was stereotypically female, up to and including her preference for mens' clothing.

In 1895, at the age of sixty, Fields landed a U.S. Postal Service contract to become a Star Route Carrier; essentially a lowest-bidder contract offered to "celerity, certainty and security" freelancers --making her the second woman, and the first African-American woman, in such a role. Known alternately by the nicknames "Stagecoach Mary" and "Black Mary," she drove her assigned stagecoach in all types of weather and over all types of terrain, becoming something of a Wild West legend in her own time. After eight years she retired and took up gardening in Cascade, Montana. She never married nor bore children, but one friendship she cultivated in those later years was the up-and-coming actor Gary Cooper, who later reminisced fondly about her, remarking that she "could whip any two men in the territory" and "had a fondness for hard liquor that was matched only by her capacity to put it away." She died in Great Falls, Montana in 1914, and the city of Cascade established a tradition of honoring her birthday.

[americanssweetheart]

Women in History Part Two

If you were to open a history book right now, you would not read about a woman's accomplishments during the founding of the New World until several chapters in, and even then, she would be in the shadow of a man. Women were very active in our history and made a significant change. It is not your fault you never knew this. Blame the journalists at the time and our education system! Here are a few women who made a significant impact on American history. 💐

Deborah Read Franklin was born to a British carpenter in 1708 in Birmingham, United Kingdom. She was most known for her marriage to the Founding Father Benjamin Franklin. However, many people don't know her essential role in founding the United States, which was taking on her family's businesses and managing them within the colonies. Deborah took over the postal system for her husband. Her duties were to map out the areas so they could form a post office system.

Elizabeth "Eliza" Lucas Pinckney was born on December 28, 1722, on the island of Antigua, a British colony in the Caribbean. Eliza was an American farmer who transformed agriculture in colonial South Carolina. Eliza faced many setbacks during her lifetime. Her mother had passed away, leaving Eliza with her brother and dad. Eliza was left to run their plantation independently while her brother and dad went to return to the island and travel. During this newfound alone time, Eliza began to experiment with new crops. She discovered dried dates, the color indigo, a way to create slik without killing silkworms, and plated oak trees so they could generate stronger boats. With her new profound knowledge, Eliza shared it with others so South Carolina could prosper in different aspects. She was able to enrich the colonies and provide for families.

Born on May 8, 1753, in West Africa, Phillis Wheatley Peters was the first African American to publish a poetry book. While enslaved in Boston, her owners saw her profound craving for knowledge and began teaching her the subject they were teaching their kids. Phillis was excellent at writing and began crafting poems that were mainly elegy (poems that showed respect for dead loved ones.) During this time, African Americans were prohibited from publishing any work, but this did not stop Phillis. She began publishing work in Europe, and she went mainstream. Phillis Wheatley was one of the first few women to be published and the first African American person to be published.

Known for printing the Declaration of Independence, Mary Katharine Goddard was born June 16, 1738, in New England. Mary was an American publisher like her younger brother, William Goddard. Mary Goddard was given the Declaration of Independence secretly and told to print it. She printed it after hours so every citizen could read it. Mary was given credit; at the bottom of the page, you can see her name written. Mary was the postmaster of the Baltimore Post Office from 1775 to 1789.

Former First Lady to the first president of the United States, Martha Washington, was born on June 2, 1731, in Chestnut Grove. She is known for helping manage her husband's estate and caring for her family. Many people do not understand that Martha visited the winter encampments during the Revolutionary War to motivate them to keep fighting. During this time, men quit because of the harsh conditions they were facing. Martha would knit for the soldiers, bring drinks, and dance. She helped America get through the Revolutionary War.

Thus, women have been in the shadow of men since the dawn of time. Women have made significant history, yet we have not made them a household name. Women's lasting impact on history should be a key factor in learning history.

credits to @dollywons for the border

[alexa101234]

CH girl scouts clone Women of the West and Calamity Jane's best friends.

[1emon-ice]

Inspired by a dream I had yesterday

Comics aren’t helpful for art block

[annalaynee]

⚠️SBG EP 79 SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT SO IF U DONT WANNA SEE THAT SCROLL AWAY ⚠️

WDYM JAMES⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ WHAT DO U MEAN NOSTALGIA⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ WERE U AND MARY KIDNAPPED OR SOMETHING OR IS IT NOSTALGIA ABT SOMETHING RELATING TO THIS⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ MAYBE ABT ONE OF LOGANS PARENTS OR BOTH OF THEM⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ EXPLAIN FURTHER I NEED TO KNOW.

[iamumbra195]

!!SPOILERS FOR SBG FASTPASS CHAPTER 83!!

Don't have the energy to really put any effort into this post but this chapter was fun and really interesting.

So we got Ryan's backstory and the reason why he's sticking his neck out to help the kids. We also know that he met Maverick in jail which I have a feeling means that they somehow broke out of jail together and that's why Ryan doesn't have many options, despite clearly wanting to back out of all this business. There's also the fact that Jasmine apparently suspects something is going on with him and has been keeping an eye on him recently. I have a feeling he's going to be busted and he and Alex are gonna suffer from it.

We've also gotten confirmation that the Fields family are retired members of a crime syndicate and that Logan has definitely had some experience with guns. I'm really curious about his parents at this point. Were they friends of Mary and James who died and the two of them took Logan in before retiring? Logan is giving major undercover spy vibes lol. His reaction to Tyler's question about his experience with guns has me super curious.

Overall, great chapter, can't wait for next week

[hozaloza]

Thomas likes eating weird food combos

Jasmine steals the most random stuff from anywhere

Ryan is scared of fish

Maverick is a clueless father who would hold his child by the leg and go "So...how do I care for this--" (He prob tried being a father, but Mary didn't like how he did, so just got custody of Logan. Maverick got pissed and started this whole shit out of spite bc his child's grandparents didn't like his parenting) "I CAN BE A GOOD FATHER MIND YOU!!"

"You held him BY HIS LEG"

meanwhile Logan's over here wondering how life would've been if he grew up with this man

"...I can't tell if it would've been better or worse--"