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[duranduratulsa]

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[worldsokayestbabysitter]

this weight they gave me

(In which Hopper is still new to this whole large-found-family thing, and Steve is new to the whole family thing all together)

There’s a lot of things Jim has to get used to, after Russia and the monsters and all the destruction that ripped through Hawkins.

Living in a house that’s something like ten times the size of his cabin, for one. In the honest-to-god suburbs. Jim has neighbors. It’s horrific. 

They’re all offered a frankly stupid amount of money from the government, as compensation or hush money or both. Jim and Joyce use it to find a house big enough for all of them, plus a few more, because Jim knows that the kids will end up congregating here anyway. And they still have more money left over.

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[not-a-space-alien]

K&J x MMSS 3: Kane & Valen Part 11

Chapter 11 of the third crossover with @whumpsday!

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SERIES IS 18+ ONLY.

Warnings:  Aftermath of torture

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In this chapter: Precision mycology, Kane faces his fears

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When Kane and Valen are ready to go, Liz is the one who drives them to the house on human territory Valen owns–she's the one with a truck to carry anything Valen wants to take, and the plan is for them to go back to vampire territory after, and Jim is too scared to drive to the border, though he tells them anxiously to be safe. They arrive at Valen's house without issue.

Valen morosely walks up the driveway to his abandoned house. He pauses in front of his ill-fated car, up on four cinder blocks.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that someone stole my tires." He sighs. "Liz, ma'am, I hate to drag things out, but seeing as how I'll be unable to offer to drive us to the border myself, I must now reveal the unfortunate fact that the ingredients I had intended to gather need to be harvested during the day. Would you be willing to wait until sunrise, and help me collect them?"

"Yeah, no problem," Liz agrees. She keeps weird hours anyway.

Kane eyes the abandoned house with the broken windows that will surely stream in sunlight. "We're staying in there? During the day?"

"Kane, dear, unless someone has ripped them down, I have blackout curtains set up in every room except for the broken kitchen window. I lived here for months being active during the day without incident." 

"Okay... yes, that makes sense," he agrees, nodding slowly. "So we'll wait here while Liz collects the mushrooms? What if- what if other humans see us?" Kane is a fountain of nerves.

Valen hesitates. Oh, this is going to be a very hard sell. "Well...I was planning on going with Liz. It really would be safest for the three of us to stay together, to avoid incident with my dreadful neighbors. I have an outfit that protects me from the sun. I should have enough pieces to put one together for you also."

Kane chokes. "You what? You want us to go out there? In the sun?" He quickly realizes his only other option is staying back here, alone in human territory during the day, and begins to tear up from stress.

Liz looks away awkwardly, not wanting to get involved in their issue.

Valen takes both of Kane's hands. "Kane, dear, going out in the sun while covered up is much different than being held down and forced to lie in it with no protection. The worst that would happen is you get burned briefly before you can move to cover yourself, if there's an accident somehow. It wouldn't be for days on end. Just a few seconds, if anything happens at all. I did this regularly and only got hurt because I was alone. I certainly won't make you go, but this will go much faster if I'm with Liz to help, and I worry it might be more dangerous to leave you here alone."

Kane squeezes Valen's hands, not wanting him to let go. "I can't- I can't go out there, I can't go out there in the sun, and, and I can't s-stay here alone." He starts crying a little bit. "I'm scared."

"All right, that's all right. Eem..." Valen looks hesitantly at Liz. "What if you and Liz stay here, and I go alone?" Valen is scared to be out on his own, but he's well on his way to being back to full strength, and he has persuasion, which Kane doesn't have, so it would be safer for him to be alone than Kane. But he's also worried that Kane won't feel safe alone with Liz either.

"NO!" Kane wraps his arms around Valen, holding him close. "I don't want you out there alone! That's even worse!" He shivers, holding Valen, and quietly adds, "...I'll go.”

"Valen's right, it's safer if we don't split up." Liz agrees.

"Kane, are you sure?" asks Valen, exasperated. "You're shaking like a leaf. I suppose I could just give Liz as specific directions as possible, or go without."

"It's- it's all scary. All of the options." Kane says miserably. "We should just go together. If you're doing it, I can do it too. Being found on our own would be worse than being burned." He forces a smile. "But you can show me your house in the meantime!"

"Thank you for being so brave for me!" Valen knows that Liz is not a fan of Kane, and is probably getting tired of watching Valen trying to soothe him, so he leads them into the house.

The door is unlocked, so Valen expects most of his more valuable possessions will be gone....he did have a stash of money and jewelry, which was hidden, but maybe not enough to thwart burglars who'd had months at a time.

The first thing everyone notices is the smell, something rotting. It's overwhelming for Kane and Valen, but even Liz's insensitive nose can smell it. The second thing is the explanation: the power is off.

"Ouh," says Valen. "Yes, I suppose nobody was paying my electricity bill. I'll probably have to sell this house eventually....I don't suppose you, Liz, or Jim would want it?" He moves into the kitchen, cautiously approaching the fridge, the source of the smell. "Oh, oh dear."

He opens the fridge to reveal the bottles of not-blood with matts of mold blooming in them

Liz can definitely smell it too, and makes a face. Kane covers his nose, looking like he's trying not to barf.

"Yeah, I'll pass," Liz says. "It's kinda out of the way. Already got a house."

"Is that the blood?" Kane asks. "It's not supposed to be like that, right?"

"Ehm," says Valen. "No, it's typically much less foul than this...I wonder how long the refrigerator has been without power."

He starts to take out the bottles and uncork them, pouring them down the sink with plenty of running water. The sight is almost as bad as the smell, slimy bits of black and green being pulled along in the stream. "I do regret that we can't call Jim and tell him we arrived safely. Liz, if you wanted to assure him, you could probably ask a neighbor to use their phone, but I'm certainly not going to speak to them again."

"It's cool. Probably best to avoid 'em. Lemme help." Liz starts dumping more bottles. Valen is relieved when Liz starts to help, and he abandons her to finish the task as soon as is possible without being overtly impolite. He thinks that this is fair since Liz's nose isn't as sensitive as his.

Kane looks around in the meantime. "You have a lot of books. I guess that's not surprising." He smiles. "I like to read, too. Maybe I'll get into your science books."

Valen excitedly comes over to Kane. "You're welcome to read whichever ones you like." He starts picking books off the shelf seemingly at random, giving contextless facts about each. 

There isn't really much else to see in the house, besides the books and the bare mattress he'd been sleeping on, and his clothes, so he flips the basement light on and descends the stairs.

"The equipment I was using is all down here." It's mostly still there, if a bit dusty. "This is probably all I would really want to take with me besides the books. Oh, hold on, I should check something." 

He goes under the stairs and moves one of the wooden boards aside. "Aha," he says, pulling out a small lockbox. "I see no one found my valuables. Good." 

Kane looks curiously to the equipment. He doesn't really understand what most of it is, though he imagines Valen tirelessly working on his project down here. "You were just out here in human territory, doing this. All alone."

Valen flushes red. "Um, yes. In retrospect, it was... reckless and foolish of me to do so. I suppose I didn't fully understand the danger I was in. I had the conception of humans as too small and weak to be a real threat to me, a helpless animal that needed my charity and not... people capable of being driven to violence by fear."

"Me too, but without the charity, so you win." Kane takes his hand. "You won't be alone anymore."

Valen beams. "And finally someone to tell me the truth about how they taste. The–the concoctions!" he rushes to add. "Not–not any humans."

Kane smiles and kisses him on the cheek.

His good mood slowly dissipates as sunrise grows closer and closer. He keeps anxiously fiddling with his clothes, and won't get more than a few feet from Valen, following him around like a shadow.

Valen notes the impending sunrise as well, and throws open the downstairs closet, forming a pile of garments behind him. "All right, Kane, come here and I shall firmly wrap you up."

He puts an overcoat on Kane, followed by a second pair of pants, mid-calf boots, long gloves, and a hooded cloak. He packed plenty of backups, not wishing at all to be caught without such items.

He then hands Kane a mask. This one was his backup mask, but it's perfectly functional. It looks like a gas mask and has tinted lenses to block out the sun. He straps the mask over the cowl of the cloak, then for good measure gets a roll of duct tape and tapes the edges of the outfit shut, the pants and sleeves and the hood, so there is not a scrap of skin exposed.

He steps back to survey his work. "There, how does that feel?"

Kane stands rigid as Valen securely covers every inch of him. He's spent so long forcefully exposed. The hunters taking away his articles of clothing one-by-one, Nick forcing him into nudity time and time again. But Valen is the opposite. Valen made him clothing by hand, and now he's painstakingly covering him up to make sure he's safe. He tears up a little under the mask, emotional.

"It feels good," he says, a little choked up. "Thank you. I... I don't think I can feel safe going out in the sun, but this is as safe as I can possibly get. Thank you."

Valen smiles, then starts wrapping himself up the same way. His mask has a beak–he chose this one because it had room to put scented objects in front of his nose, to stop him from smelling humans...he hadn't trusted himself before, to smell them when he was hungry, although blocking that out is probably exactly what got him captured by surprise.

He also just likes the aesthetic of looking like a plague doctor.

Valen and Kane look at each other through their frosted lenses, both barely recognizable to the other. "Are you ready?" asks Valen. His voice reverberates in his mask now. "The sun is coming up."

Kane goes “Mmm” noncommittally, clinging to Valen's arm as they rejoin Liz.

"Let's get this show on the road," Liz says. "I figure we can take the truck, unless it's super close? You can navigate me."

"Oh, I always just ran there." He politely declines to point out that Liz is the reason why he couldn't do that now. "But the truck would probably be safer. I usually went through the woods, but I'm sure we can find a spot to park near the trail."

"Sounds good," she says with a thumbs-up. "Everybody in." She heads out the door.

Kane does not move, holding Valen’s arm in a death grip.

Valen steps forward a bit. "One step at a time now. The porch is in the shade. How about we start by going out the door?"

"Okay," Kane says quietly. He shuffles forward with Valen until they're both on the shaded porch, involuntarily letting out a whimper.

"Is me being here making it better or worse?" Liz asks. She's still bitter toward Kane, but she doesn't wanna impede anything if getting in the truck would make it easier.

Kane squints through the mask. "Um, worse. I'm s-sorry." Having a hunter here during something so stressful is making him even more afraid.

She nods. "I'll wait in the truck."

"Sorry," he whispers again, to Valen.

"It's okay," Valen whispers back. "We have plenty of time." Valen watches Liz get into the truck, then pulls Kane towards the edge of the sunlight. "Let's just start by putting one hand in, hmm?"

Valen goes to reach his arm out, but finds his limbs are trembling. He'd been trying to be brave for Kane, but he is also more scared than he'd like to admit. He's done this before, but ... that was before he'd known what the sun felt like, and been forced to lie in it.

Kane can't be brave if he sees you're scared. Valen does his best to suppress the trembling, and sticks his be-gloved hand into the sun. It doesn't burn, of course it doesn't, because they'd taken precautions. "See? It doesn't hurt."

Kane nods and slowly sticks his hand out. He gets it about halfway into the sun, then gasps, pulling it back. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not burned. I just got scared." He does the same thing a second time, then finally puts his hand all the way out and keeps it there, breathing heavily.

"There we go," says Valen. "Very good." He takes his hand and turns around, stepping into the sunlight so he can pull Kane forward slowly. ...Ripping the bandaid off quickly for himself definitely makes him feel better, and he can feel the warmth, but he is bundled up airtight. "Come forward more when you're ready."

Kane stares at Valen in awe for a moment. He just stepped out there like it was nothing. He's seen Valen after the sun. He knows Valen knows how bad it is. And yet, he's brave enough to do this no problem.

He takes a deep breath, then steps out all at once into Valen's arms, shaking.

"There we go," Valen coos, squeezing him. "Good job. See, it doesn't burn when you cover yourself up." He steps down the porch, leading them towards the truck. "Talk to me. How does it feel?"

"...Warm," Kane squeaks, voice saturated with fear. "It's, it's right there." He whimpers. "How are you not scared?"

"Kane, my dear," says Valen, voice finally cracking. "I am scared. But we've faced far scarier things than this before. We're proving we don't have to let fear win."

Kane squeezes Valen back. His brave, brave Valen. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm strong enough to protect you, now. I'm sorry that I couldn't before." He hesitates, then adds, "Will you sit in the back with me?"

Valen's heart melts when Kane says that. “Yes, of course.”

Kane clings tight to Valen as they make their way into Liz's truck, squeezing in. Kane grows more and more anxious as they get further from the safety of the house, especially now being transported by a hunter who hates him, even a kind one.

"So, where to?" Liz asks.

Valen directs her to drive for a while down the main road leading from his place–barely more than dirt and gravel, with how far out they were–and directs her to pull over to the side of the road nearby a visible trail. The trees provide some shade, though there is still plenty of sunlight between their dappled leaves.

Kane is grateful for the shade, even if he's still terrified. He remains a permanent fixture on Valen's arm. "You never got burned doing this, before?"

Valen pats Kane's arm as they walk. "Not once. In fact, all my problems only started when I took all this off in the safety of my own home."

Kane is only slightly comforted by this.

Valen starts to walk into the woods, then turns back. "Liz, ma'am, do you think perhaps you should put on some sunscreen? I wouldn't want you to get burned."

Liz chuckles and follows him. "I think I'll be fine. You're very sweet, though. Thanks. You don't have to call me ma'am, by the way."

Valen dips his head towards Liz. "I won't if you don't prefer it, but I mean nothing by it. I got into the habit of using honorifics liberally in my husband's estate, since it can be difficult to remember everyone's appropriate titles, and they get so very offended if you err on the side of being too casual."

Liz shrugs. "Makes me feel old, when I'm the spring chicken of this bunch. You guys are what, a hundred?"

"I'm 116," Kane says quietly, eyes focused on the pattern of sunlight on the ground.

"I'll be turning 87 later this year," says Valen. "Which, according to some, makes me too old for–Oh, look, here, everyone." Valen excitedly rushes forward and gets down on his hands and knees to examine a blood orange mushroom, growing in a sunny patch at the base of a tree. "This is exactly what I'm looking for. If we can get as many of these as possible, that would allow me to continue my experiments. Their caps are only open during the day." He unfolds a cloth bag from his pocket and gently plucks the mushroom from the ground, holding it by the stem. "Liz, this fungus contains a potent neurotoxin, so don't touch them with your bare hands."

"Oh, super noted," Liz says, taking several steps back.

Kane starts gently plucking mushrooms and putting them in the bag. "They don't smell like food. Do they smell like food after you do things to them?"

"Erm," says Valen. "Sort of. It's not... exactly like real blood.” Understatement of the century. “Unfortunately it usually tastes quite bad, and doesn't smell the same. Hence why I had to keep working on it." He stands. "This is a good patch, but I'm sure we can find more if we go a little further. Keep your eyes peeled, everyone."

They go for a nice walk, which is nicest to Liz and the least nice to Kane. When any of them try to help and point out or bring him mushrooms, it's about a 50-50 that he accepts them or holds them up and then tosses it over his shoulder declaring it a closely related, but not substitutable fungus, citing minor differences such as stem length, gill density, cap color or shape, or any number of indecipherable details. He always tells Kane the mushrooms he's finding have stems that are too short, but then when Kane starts pointing out ones with longer stems, he claims they're too long.

But eventually, the bag is full, and Valen is preening. "This is plenty, thank you everyone. We can go home now. I can freeze-dry these ones for a long-term supply.”

"Sweet," Liz says. "We can all get some sleep, then pack up the truck with anything you wanna take with you, then head out toward the border."

Kane is very relieved for this experience to be over. He has had a little bit of fun picking mushrooms, but the sun is just too frightening. "Yes. Sleep," he agrees.

"Excellent. Great work, everyone."

They see a few chipmunks on the way back to the truck, and drive back to Valen's house without incident. However, when they start making arrangements to sleep, Valen realizes that he doesn't have very much furniture, and the only real suitable place to sleep in the house is the mattress upstairs. He doesn't even have a couch, the furnishings of the house are so bare.

He tells them this in a very embarrassed way, unsure of what to do.

"I'll sleep in my truck, it's cool," Liz says. She is not gonna be caught sleeping in the same bed as Kane. She waves and heads out the door.

"It's- I can- I'm used to the floor," Kane says, trying to be polite.

“Kane,” Valen says, equal parts exasperated and amused. “The mattress is big enough for both of us to sleep on together.”

"O-okay," says Kane. "If you're certain." Valen waits until the door is closed, then goes around doublechecking the blackout curtains before finally starting to shed his layers. "See, my dear? We did it, and not a scratch on us. We're unstoppable!"

Kane takes his mask off to reveal a smile. "You're right. We really are. Three bouts with hunters and here we are, somehow." He starts taking off the duct tape, then stops, contemplating. "...It was worth it, I think. If it weren't for all of that, I wouldn't have ever met you. And I'd still be taking humans."

Valen blushes. "I'll take it as high praise that you think I'm worth all that. Though it pains me to know what you went through, I love the gentleness and understanding your experiences have given you now. It is so unfortunately rare among our kind." Valen sits on the floor, staring into the eyes of his mask. "Sometimes it feels so endless, to try and fight this uphill battle against the cruelty around us."

"Yes. I just wish I wasn't a part of it. I wish it wasn't Jim. I was so horrible to him, for years. Worse than most who own humans. I wish I could just take it all back," Kane says somberly.

Valen pats the spot next to him for Kane to sit down. "There's nothing that can be done about it now, except try to make it right. You have a unique perspective. You know what it's like to think that way, and to realize you're wrong. You'll be more able to convince people to change their minds than I would. People attribute my idealism to naivete."

"Yes, I suppose you're right." Kane agrees, sitting down and leaning against Valen.

Valen’s temporary house is barely set up for one person to sleep in, let alone two, but Valen turns out to be correct about the mattress being big enough for both of them. Valen lies down, and Kane cuddles up against him from behind like Valen’s a giant teddy bear. Valen leans into it, feeling much more relaxed and cherished here in this bare room on a mattress directly on the floor than he ever had at his husband’s luxurious estate.

***

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@cc1010foxy

@emcscared-whumps

@hurtpluscomfort

@melancholy-in-the-morning

@pigeonwhumps

@secretwhumplair

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@whump-addict

@why-not-ask-me-a-better-question

[writerwhowritesao3]

I'm sooooo close to finishing the final chapter of What Is And What Should Never Be!!

It's a long chapter. It's also heavy on trauma.

Hope people are excited to get, like, super bummed out lmaoo

Excerpt:

Jim sighed and wiped the rain off his face with his sleeve. He radioed in to the station that his last call of the night was completed and that he was clocking out. Powell had the night shift that night. Thank Christ, too, because Jim was fucking done.

Wayne Munson had called the station about an hour or so ago, reporting a domestic disturbance in the trailer next to his. Again. Said that his neighbors, Buddy and Mildred Wilcox, were screaming at each other and that he had heard several loud thuds and crashes. Again. 

By the time Jim got to the Forest Hills Trailer Park, the Wilcox's fight had mostly died down. He had taken their statements separately. Under the vinyl awning right outside the front door, Buddy, with the collar of his shirt ripped halfway off, had waved off the whole thing, saying that yeah, he and his wife argued sometimes, just like everyone else, but it was hardly anything to involve the cops in. In the kitchen, Mildred, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged, and her lip bloodied, had rolled her glassy eyes, mixed a generous shot of vodka into a cup of Sprite, and gave Jim a similar line. 

She declined to press charges. Again.

Jim shoved the key into the ignition. As soon as the windshield wipers swiped away the rain, he saw Wayne Munson's shithead nephew sprawled out on the couch on the covered porch of their trailer. The kid locked eyes with him, smirked, and gave a sarcastic two-finger salute before lighting up what Jim was choosing to believe was a cigarette.

Jim ignored him and started to drive off. He didn't want to give the kid a warning. Again.

He drove carefully, keeping the radio playing at a low volume. He was exhausted. He just wanted to get home, have a beer, and hang out with his daughter. He and El had a new nightly routine where they would read one of her books together, taking turns reading pages out loud. Her reading had been steadily improving. So had her communication skills. Jim wondered if maybe she would be able to actually attend school in a few years. Maybe earn a high school diploma so she could have some kind of life and job prospects when she grew up. 

The sky was dark and there were only a few street lamps, and Jim was so lost in his thoughts about El and what kind of future was in reach for her that he almost didn't see the person walking along the side of the road, maybe a dozen yards away from him.

What the hell?

Jim slowed his car as he got closer to whoever was foolish enough to be walking around in this rain in the middle of the night in a poorly lit area. He was officially off-duty, but damn, he was still a human being.

His jaw dropped when he saw that it was Billy Hargrove. The kid was hunched over with his arms crossed tightly against his body. He didn't have an umbrella. He wasn't even wearing a raincoat; just jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. 

What the fuck?

[offender42085]

Post 0533

“the victim’s brother, father and sister bare “animosity” toward me, so I will not address them” -- Offender

David Anthony Parga, California inmate AV0978, born 1986, incarceration intake in 2014 at age 28, sentenced to 50 years to life, projected discharge date not available

Murder

A member of the Westside La Habra gang that is tied to the Mexican Mafia, Parga was found guilty of second-degree murder and sentencing enhancements for being the triggerman in the fatal shooting of Leland Washington, an African-American Cal State Fullerton student with no gang affiliations who was attending a Halloween 2006 party in La Habra.

Investigators and prosecutors originally surmised Parga killed Washington because he was black and to further the activities of the Westside gang, which like many Latino gangs in neighboring Los Angeles County has ties to the Mexican Mafia. Those gangs have for years targeted African Americans to drive them out of LA neighborhoods.

But Senior Deputy District Attorney Jim Mendelson would tell jurors Washington was part of a group that had been kicked out of the party and later returned to hang out outside, something that Parga considered disrespectful to his gang. After the party host warned his invited guest Washington and his group to leave, Parga walked up to the student athlete and shot him four times with a .22-caliber pistol. A bullet ripping through Washington's aorta, liver and small intestine caused him to bleed to death internally.

Parga's attorney, Ken Morrison of the Orange County Alternate Defender's Office, said authorities got the wrong man, according to a City News Service report that adds Parga fired Morrison and represented himself at today's sentencing in Santa Ana.

Imposing the 50-year term, Judge Steven Bromberg called Parga a “coward,” reports City News Service's courtroom reporter Paul Anderson.

“This was a senseless and a very, very stupid killing of a young man about to graduate college,'' said Bromberg, referring to Washington being a semester away from bachelor degrees in accounting and business administration. “The defendant's conduct was about as cold-blooded as cold-blooded can be, and that's what makes you a coward.”

Parga also got his chance to address the court, saying he felt Leland's brother, father and sister bore “animosity” toward him. Thus, he directed his comments to Bessie Washington, Leland's mother.

“I know there's nothing I can do to bring (the victim) back and I'm deeply sorry about what happened to him. To you, specifically, I want to say I'm sorry about what happened to your son.”

3f

[umnitsa]

I can’t wait to read big jim part 4, your idea where”they should have a backyard barbecue sometime. Just Big Jim and reader and some sexy half-naked fun with a hose. I can see Reader giggling as she gets sprayed with water and Jim with that focused, dark look, holding the hose, hiding his boner with his shirt.” is amazing. I just imagine big Jim without his shirt because is all wet🥵🥵

I can only imagine Big Jim trying to hide his lovely erection from you if he isn't wearing a shirt xD

Big Jim is a gentleman. A dirty perverted gentleman. You're having your fun, laughing and squirming under the water, running around as he chased you with the hose.

The water is running down your neck, over your breasts and he can see your nipples. Your ass looked lovely, he wanted to rip your clothes off and have you right there in the backyard, under the sun and the eyes of any lucky neighbors.

But he can wait. Later.

And the moment you finally see his hard on, because it's impossible to miss, you are both wet. He grins at you, a toothy, almost mean grin. It makes you feel like prey, you know he wants to devour you... And he will. You know he will.

It makes you shiver with anticipation.

"C'mon, honey." He says softly, turning the hose off. "Let's go back inside."

[slashingdisneypasta]

If you're bored, here's an imagine for you!

Since Jim-Balayla lives in America, and the health care system sucks out here, what if instead of going to the doctors whenever he is injured, he goes to Y/N?

Maybe they are long-time friends, so he knows that Y/N will take care of him. Or maybe Y/N was some random neighbor that Jim just had a feeling would help him, and this has become a tradition now. Either way, his bumbling accidents have made them come closer ^^ (Bonus points if Y/N is a nurse/doctor. Either currently practicing or retired)

You know I snorted when I saw 'Jim-balayla' XDD 👌

LET ME RAISE YOU... Ex-Wife Y/N/Ex Husband Jim. Broke up cuz Jim's crazy and Y/N didn't wanna put up with it anymore. Legally they are still married (Maybe he wouldn't sign the pages, or he refused to pay the bill; Something like that), they just don't talk anymore or live together.

BUT... they are still very comfortable together and very heart eyed despite it all. Shh. And if Jim gets himself gnawed on by a giant croc... Y/N will let him in immediately, no questions asked!

~

Tags: @masqueradeball

VSAnaconda!Jim Bickerman x ExWife!Reader || Drabble

"Jesus christ Jim, I- Where's your hook??" When he just kind of mutters something with a mad grin (The only word you made out was elepants), you want to smack yourself. He's lost so much blood he's probably seeing elephants in your living room right now. If he even recognises your livingroom. "Come on- Sit down, sit down, sit down." You sit him down on the couch then step over his legs and rush to grab the medical kit; Your heart racing.

This man- is insane. You honestly think that he must be part mutant, you swear. Or he's just really stubborn. Either way though, he needs to be tested. Maybe the government will pay you for him.

Not that you're frustrated, though- you're glad he is what he is, because otherwise he would be 6 feet under ground and that would break your heart. But, still... damn. Returning to the living room with the kit, you quickly step over his legs again, stretched out under the coffee table, so that you can set up next to him.

Flicking the kit open, you immediately grab out wipes, surgical sutures, and betadine. In his delirious state he still manages to put his good hand on your knee and squeeze- forcing you to pause. You take a deep breath, and glare at his face. A gentle glare. Some bite to it, sharp, but mostly just fond.

"... Goddamnit Jim, don't make me miss that." Leaving the hand there, you shift slightly to get closer to him, using your teeth to rip the wipe packet open. Spitting it off to the side, you pick it out. "Stay with me, alright?"

"'Right... "

~

That night you think you got a good... 3 hour of interrupted sleep? You were constantly getting up to check that his bleeding hadn't started again, or that he was breathing, and then to chat with him when started to come back; Just to keep him awake.

Turns out he went back to Blackwater- shocker. When you glared at him he just shrugged and gave a weak laugh.

Yawning, you sit down next to him again for the millionth time that night, and hand him a mug as you cover your mouth with your empty hand. You watch him take it and peer into it, look unsure, sniff it, and look even more unsure. "Sweetheart... what is this?"

"Rum." You say quickly, managing a straight face.

He looks at you like, 'oh really?', like he's suggesting that you're a liar - which you are, its just water, - , and you nod. "You're not lying to me for my health or something silly like that?"

"I would never."

"Mhmm... " Still suspicious, Jim takes a gulp- and immediately makes a disappointed face; Settling down against the cushions behind them stained blood red as you give a grin. "Ugh- betrayal."

"And you will drink it all." You say sternly, crossing your legs and sitting up straighter. "You lost a lotta blood; You need it. Doctor says."

There's a tiny grin in the corner of his mouth despite getting bossed around, rolling his eyes. "Oh, fine... if doctor says... "

As he watches your TV, gradually finishing the mug of water, you cant seem to take your eyes off of him. Watching carefully for any ripped stitches or signs of internal bleeding... wondering if he's too cold still, because he was ice cold to the touch when he got here and despite the blanket he accepted from you you're still concerned he may get sick on top of this, considering taking him to the hospital despite the bill you're bound to get stuck with, worrying about him leaving on his own later.

You know he has to, he doesn't live here and he cant start - you love him, you do. You think he's the only person in the world who can make you so happy, and he probably is. But he's also insane, and a pain in the ass that you just could never live with no matter how hard you tried, - but that doesn't mean you stop worrying.

"You know~... Staring is rude, pumpkin."

"I am looking at you in a completely professional sense. I am your doctor." You insist, a slow grin spreading across your face.

"Mhm, sure you are." Turning his head from the screen to set you with a mischievous glare to which you rolled your eyes an finally looked away.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna kiss you." Its true. That look from Jim has made you kiss him before, and other things besides- and you don't need that right now.

"Ah, well, for fairness sweetheart if you remember- I'm not the one who stopped that." There's a pang in your heart at that, because its true; Jim never wanted to break up and he's consistent in reminding you that it was a mistake on your part - and he's waiting for you to come back, - , but you just sigh, shaking your head.

"Drink your water, old man"

Slowly he looks away from you again, touching the mug to his mouth with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. "... Yes ma'am."

From under the blanket his good hand slips carefully and sets on your thigh, and you sigh again; Crossing your arms.

But you don't remove it.

[whatamipan]

Things from Grian’s LL Episode (7) (Out of Order, Round 2) (First go deleted itself-)

-QUAD KILL, HELL YEAH

-Red Alliance, “One of Us”, a repeating theme in this series

-Bdubs self sacrifice for Jimmy, awww

-That ladder killed the Bad Boys like 4-5 times

-Scott self sacrificed for Jimmy, awww

-Jimmy was trying to make it so Grian could win, awww, told G to just stack time <333

-ANOTHER MINECART KILL!!! RIP that Tango

-“If you stood on Uranus, would you fall through?” -Grian, his episode at 9:45

-I’m not sure how those boys are still okay with going up the ladder.

-JOEL KILLED THE FAMILY, WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOUR COUSINS/AUNT?!?!

-Jimmy saying “You two are the real ‘Bad Boys’”-

-Jimmy fell with that minecart, RIP, there goes the hour total he was given.

-He’s, once again, first dead.

-At least they’re giving Jimmy a proper grave, right with Judge Judy and Executionor.

-Joel took Jim’s diamond mourning-gift from Grian!

-BigB being convinced to be “Bad Boy on the side-

-Bread is moldy ):

-Scar failed in killing this time…

-Grian admits to be desperate for friends, trying to recruit both Nosy Neighbors

-“No Skizz, your friends are still alive. Mine are dying or dead.” -Grian

-Joel killed BigB, the newest Bad Boy!

-Martin straight up killed him, couldn’t even let Noisy Neighbors/Bad Boys get the kill

-Joel died to Scott, and Grian admits to accepting it already.

-Grian showing the N.N. what actual allies/friends do <333

-Joel, even when on the verge of dying, is trying to help Grian when this <333

-Fell of the bridge, threw a Pearl, and survived, for once!

-Skizz death, sadge

-Grian and Joel killing Scar when he tries to ambush them-

-DOUBLE KILL WITH MINECARTS, G’s going crazy

-Grian’s got more time at less than 40 minutes in than he did at the start.

-Grian trying to self sacrifice for Joel now, instead of Jimmy ):

-Grian almost pulled a “TRAITOR SCAR” again…

-Right after killing G, Scott killed Joel

-Grian, once again, tried to get Joel to kill him but he kept insisting that Grian has to survive this, kinda poetic… Sacrificing once’s self in order to save another…

-Bye Joel… Bye Jimmy… Nosey Neighbor’s got a new member, and Grian had to have one more funeral…

-Bad Boys stayed til the end, Long Live the Bad Boys!

[nixeau]

LIMITED LIFE NEW EP SPOILER (RIP Bad Boys)

Grian's limited life episode started with losing 3hrs of time

Then progressed to all three of them going on a hunt for more time with kills via tnt minecart which only helped Grian get almost 15 kills in one episode.

Halfway through, Jimmy dies again with only 7 minutes to spare, begging Bdubs (who was offering his life for Jimmy), Scar and anyone to let him kill, Bad boys ofc helps him, only for him to quite literally slip up.

Following his death, Joel becomes reckless, Grian seeks new allies with the nosey neighbors, have g accepted that Joel will follow Jim soon. And he does, after refusing to kill Grian for more time.

On the same radius where Jim's lightning struck.

The same place the first one fell, the second fell

The episode started with 3 bad boys, and it ended with the bad boys dismantled, and Grian being the lone survivor

[geeky-politics-46]

This is all still accurate & all still true. Florida is gonna get ripped a new one by Helene, but again this really shouldn't be a surprise. Nothing has changed. To say you didn't know this could happen so you didn't think you needed to prepare is BS. Hurricane season started all the way back in June & they actually predicted a worse season than we have had. If you are in a flood zone you should have evacuated already, but if you haven't get out now! You guys are in the biggest danger. The rest of us just gotta wait it out. Be nice to your neighbors & civil service workers, they are doing what they can.

Find your favorite hurricane/storm related movies & TV episodes & download them now. Charge your extra batteries. Find flashlights & candles now, it's a lot harder once the power actually goes out.

Ps. Current location for Jim Cantore is in Tallahassee. About a 3-4 hours away from me in Tampa. I'm prepped & ready. So frankly, I'm hoping to use it to work on some stories.

We are still 36 hours out & he is already losing his voice.

This is definitely not the worst storm I've seen & for most Floridians, this isn't our first rodeo by any means, but wow, people are freaking out over this one. Yes, the rapid intensification is bad, but it has been really since Irma. It's not like we didn't know that the waters in the Gulf are like 90 Fahrenheit. This is an effect of climate change.

Prepare accordingly & follow the old adage: you hide from the wind, run from the water. If you are in a flood zone, evacuate now. The rest of you not in storm surge or flooding areas, just calm down & ride it out. If you are on the eastern side of the track (myself included), don't be shocked if there are some tornadoes or tornado warnings.

Be like me & just watch Twister during the hurricane! Also, make sure your extra battery packs are charged. Look for recipes now for Hurricanes just in case you lose wifi.

Also, for the non-Floridians, there will be people out doing stupid stuff. It's Florida. You shouldn't be surprised by this.

[attapullman]

Mo-Mo, I hope you're ok with me poppin in cuz I had a little thought for Rhett that I desperately wanted to share with you.

The ranch has had its fair share of critters, some tiny and some big but if we're talkin big, wait till you get a load of the latest horse that's come to the Abbott land.

You and Rhett had just gotten Artax settled when Royal, John and Pastor Jim had arrived about a week later with the big rodeo trailer. You and Rhett thought it was gonna be a good sized chestnut or mustang they were bringing back.

What you weren't expecting was the giant ass Belgian Draft Horse that came off the trailer.

Poor guy was a shaggy, matted mess with pretty bad hooves that needed to be tended to by the vet. Royal was pissed that someone had done this to a horse and when the previous owner confronted them about taking the horse, it got to the point where Pastor Jim ended up almost breaking the guy's nose (it took Royal, John and Wayne Tillerson all at once to get him off the bastard).

You and Rhett didn't wanna get too attached to him but Wayne and Royal ended up pulling the proper strings and lo and behold, the horse was yours. You and Rhett named him "Philippe" after Belle's horse from Beauty and the Beast although Rhett jokes that he should've been named "Beast" instead.

It took you, Rhett, Kayce, Rip, Billy and most of the hands and neighbors to help get Philippe back on his feet. Joy's dad, Art Hawk, a very well respected medicine man, even helped and though it took a while, Philippe was perfectly happy and content. Although, you two do find it hilarious that Artax is kind of intimidated by the gentle giant.

Philippe proves his worth around the ranch and even more so in the community. He's pulled the carts and wagons for the fire station and the police station after the chief had passed (he'd been around since Royal was a kid). He's even pulled the carts for Memorial Day and Fourth Of July for the parades and helped with the heavy duty work, but despite his hard work and huge size, Philippe is the most gentle giant you've ever met. Funny enough, he'll lay down in the hay too and let the babies climb all over him with no issue.

Now when his mate ends up arriving?? That's a different story for another day (lol).

I'm obsessed with Philippe! He is a staple of the community! I can't imagine how much all the kids in town must love when he's around to play during parades!

I'd like to imagine Philippe and Artax have some good ol' times in the barn - a trick or two on Rhett for sure!

[fkyumerica]

jo married a fucking faggot

and officer

tell him what to do

so I went on stage

looking like a fat guy

I was fred durst

and the dur

all of them

fuck them up

kill them

who cares

them again

look at a family

you're it

fuck you

no one will?

piece em together

picasso

he was

me again

bye bitch

I wanted to kill her

and his next wife

dahlia murder

but I wanna fuck her

and angela

no red lipstick

guys come over more

to fuck at me

then I saw her

alive right?

barolo

for red lipstick

do it

and you know what it was

or retarded too

he has money

and one trap

no one is your friend

so they left again

she got dumped

there too

all girls who fucked around

are it

and guys

never come back

I told em it too

and judge judy

hold your hard on

and die

we are not related

and she isnt related to jo either

yea yell at a few people

stole 58 million

for the ooh

then 18 guys fucking on her

wanting to kill her

but cant figure it out

how to smash one bitch

wont break in

do it anyways

I got a knife

and bye

and look

I got timmy and devin at once

they jumped in my yard

woo olololololo

tim tum tum tum tum timmy

she made food

his wife did

no its devin

he wanted to be skinnier to get a girl

and devin wanted muscles

well you met it

tear him apart

ripped off his face

rock

noroi

5

and jo smashed all my shit in my room

couldent do it

and fucked up her mom

to gay shout at her

to get it in

at the party

wayne's birthday

to fuck him up

with the guys

in nirvana

constant dope

to live

not hurting anyone

and fucking alive

we're all alive

well look at their party

and honker outside

nope

and what was a relationship

its all about the he said she said

bull shit

told his son

I think you better quit

taking that shit

or you be leaving with a fat lip

from her

biting you right

kids do it

jim was devin's dad with jo

and timmy

what?

his gay dad said to him

why arent you fucking her yet

it meant it

and angela

gay

he said it to her

so she fucked his dad

again

right?

no you get him once

and leave?

cant be fucking me yet

so she went to leon again

well it looked like it

look at the crowd

nonstop having kids

over 11

7-11 leon

drive me

I gave him a place to live

and then they did gay sounds

one guy knew it

do a few push ups

and bleach and tell me

video

who is it?

no one knows

the next generation

just goes to fight him

hey find the guys they dont want

and fight them

then mom

she was a whore who kept having kids

all inbred family

lamborghini mercy

I made fun of all of them

and I got a bull shit coming out right now

say something ugly

and they leave

I did tell myself off

then jim told timmy

he'd be giving him a fat lip

gay raping him

I said what it was

a word I made up

and who believes it now?

jen didnt get it

for 7-11 noise guys

well earth mama

try and be one

then a giant came out

spirit of detroit

I can get him

it was

a rape from him

I told it

boys don't go

you heard of the men of the 50s

they meet/mate there

the word was it

all I could do is watch

to learn

how they fuck up someones life

I can tell it

so the group never goes at you

but I met them

so they come over again

then chris and her group jo sent the giant boards at the giant to get it

to slide through and smash at them

I talked about statue of liberty before

and how he came with me

I was it too

had to talk like that

or I would be hit to death and raped unconcious pregnant

the guys who got up on the board

were it

50s kids

would do that to a woman

their kids would do it with drugs, the 50s kids

they were old already

and raped women their dad would hit

their grandpa would drag one over

and their son would hit her unconsious

throw her in the house

or den

and their sons would keep raping all of them

houses surrounding this area is it

what taylor

and their retarded kids of that

would just stay

and so did the date rapists kids

and they had the most fun on drugs with the great grandpas, grandpas, and dads

doing drugs and drinking with them

loretta lynn, the supremes, brenda lee

neighbors anyways

taylor, dearborn, and lincoln park

and those guys wives before, were anyone

hey lets look

dumb too

went for alcohol

and dumbledore, went for all of them too

and looked for food

and fat women to fuck from the back (their behind)

and the whole male family fucking them?

got pregnant with three at one

then morbid obese women

gay retarded too

and this generation now, had to get the most inbreds

for all the boat fat guys

they wanted to live in houses

and be on drugs the whole time

and injected alcohol to be skinnier

and take all the jobs

only us

and lady gaga is one, amy whinehouse

the house party girls

no school constant house party

and halloween

get in there and kill all of them

raped by what one?

out of 55

less than two minutes they are all dead

and red heads are them, the whore family

and what?

I hear you

kids outside?

homeless

so much for saying you were mexican

I wont help it

and what I say to them?

bull shit?

I think you better quit

talking that shit

PUNK!?

come and get it

I feel like shit

been treated like shit

bet you knwo I got a chainsaw

skin your ass raw

one of these days

I MIGHT JUST BReAK YOUR FUCKING FACE TONIGHT

GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BREAK

who the fuck is spoiled right?

and go and fuck them again

make more to take up the space

so you wont get killed

by nirvana guys you fuck after

made gay men dress like moms after

to rob me

to have nothing

well

there isnt anything

and guys do it once

kill a married mom

[vyrulent]

A near dead Jim is left outside the doorstep. Coughing and laughing at his own pain, everything starts to go dark

random || @kingofthewebxxx

Vampiric nature is on high alert before she even knew what had occurred. His laughter, his pain, his blood set her senses ablaze as she rushed to the door. Arms wrapped around him as her own panic threatened to overwhelm her.

Lucy pushed through the panic. The sight of crimson, near black beneath the sliver of moonlight, set her into motion. Without thought, fangs fell and eyes darkened -- though not in hunger. Fear pushed her as she wrapped him up against her. The fear of losing him, of losing the man she both protected and felt protected by, was bleeding. His heartbeat sounded as if it were slowing.

The white fabric of her silk nightgown quickly stained with his blood. Little care was given as she felt it warm and wet against her exposed skin. What mattered was keeping him calm, what mattered was stopping the blood from pouring free.

"Jim," hands shook as she bunched him close, as hand moved against his torso to find the open wound in hope of providing much needed pressure to the dripping gash. "Shhh, shhh," she whispered, hoping her words could calm both him and herself.

With little thought to potential neighbors and a reputation that may be gained, the sound of ripping fabric could be heard. Shaky hands worked to wad the ripped fabric up. She was never anything close to a nurse, but she recalled the sights from World War 1 when England had been hammered. She'd seen open wounds stuffed with handkerchiefs -- why couldn't her ripped gown work just as well? "Where's it at, Jim?"

"Sebastion!" She screamed out, hoping for help, hoping for some mental stability. She knew all too well that she could not trust herself to not turn him to save his life. She was already fighting the urge to bite into her wrist, to force her blood into his mouth. Kiss was pressed against clammy forehead, "Stay with me, Jim. You're not allowed to leave me yet."

[to-all-the-girls]

To All The Girls I've Loved Before (A serial novel)

Chapter 1

The first girl who ever got me into trouble was Marsha Setney. I was 12 years old and in the sixth grade. She lived four houses down on the same side of the street as us, in tiny Mt. Carmel, Ohio, a suburb of Cincinnati.

We had a riding mower. Dad had a green thumb, so we always had shit growing in our yard. There were peach trees and grapes in the backyard, two prize rosebushes in the front. In the winter, dad rented a big truck, drove to North Carolina, and bought fresh Christmas trees wholesale. He brought them back and sold them in the front yard. We strung bright lights above the trees so people could stop day or night and pick out their own Christmas tree. For the entire month of December, the place smelled like pine. When it snowed all over the trees, they were beautiful. It was a good place for three brothers to play hide and seek.

It was a hot summer day, and I finished cutting the huge backyard with the new riding mower. As I drove to the front, I saw someone running down the road in front of our house. It was Marsha Setney. Marsha was on the 9th grade track team, so she was always running up and down the road.

She was wearing tight yellow gym shorts. Her white t-shirt, drenched with sweat, left little to the imagination. As she passed by our yard, she glanced over at me, waved, and smiled, then broke into a trot again.

As she waved, I ran over one of dad’s rose bushes. The sound, as pieces of the rosebush and bright, red petals flew out from under the mower, made me sick to my stomach.

I stopped and turned off the mower. Picking up pieces of the rosebush, I tried to prop it all up together so that it looked normal. I picked up the petals on the ground and jammed them in my pocket. My head swiveled, making sure nobody had seen me.

My hands shook as I tried to fix the damage. I pictured dad yelling and screaming at me if he noticed the accident. Followed by a serious ass whipping with a switch. I jumped back on the mower, fired it up, and kept mowing the front yard. Joe Tekulve, our neighbor, walked over to ask dad about our grapevines. One thing led to another and dad started escorting Joe around to the front yard, proud of his gardening work. When I saw them, I drove the mower over to the driveway, shut it down, and waited.

“Jimmy!” I heard him yell a minute or two later.

My heart sank, and I felt nauseated. I got off the mower and walked around to the front yard. I looked at the repaired rosebush. Green leaves and bright red petals drooping in the summer heat.

“Yes?” I answered as I walked to where they were standing.

“Son, what the hell happened to my roses?”

I stared at the rosebush. “I don’t know,” I lied.

“Did you run over it with the mower?”

“No,” I lied again. “I don’t think so!”

“You don’t think so? Weren’t you paying attention to where you were driving?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you weren’t! Goddammit Jimmy!”

I stood staring at the dying rosebush.

“Jim, I need to get back over to the house,” Joe said, wanting to exit the situation.

“See ya later, Joe. I’ll bring some of that fertilizer over for you.”

Once Joe was around the corner of the garage, dad continued.

“Go put the mower in the garage and meet me in the basement.”

Dad had this thing that he did whenever one of us kids pissed him off and he decided you needed a whipping. He would tell you to meet him in the basement. Then he would go out to the backyard, rip a nice, long switch from the tree, and meet you in the basement.

“You know why I’m whipping you, don’t you?” he asked.

“Because I ran over the roses?”

“Jimmy, I couldn’t give a good goddamn about the fucking rosebush! I’m whipping your ass because you lied to me about running over it. You did, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“Then why didn’t you tell me it was an accident?”

I shrugged my shoulders. He started the switching.

“I don’t know why in the fuck you kids have to lie about anything!” he said, as he danced me around in a circle until the switch broke in half.

“Your goddamn mother lied to me every goddamn day, and you’re getting to be like her!”

In a few minutes, it was over. The switch broke. He kept preaching to me and cussing all the way up the basement steps. I sat down on those steps and dried my tears. That was the last time he ever whipped me. He smacked the shit out of me a few times one Sunday, but that’s a future chapter.

As I got older, the whippings stopped. The punishments then meant getting grounded. No roller skating on the weekends. No spending the night at Jeff Kring’s house. My siblings continued to do the switch dance when they pissed him off and needed an ass-whipping. The punishment we got as kids back then would send him to jail today if anybody ever found out about it. But hey, that was then, and this is now. Shit happens.

I didn’t know it, but Marsha Setney was my messenger of fate. Letting me know that, while delicious, women are trouble, and it’s best to leave them alone.

[naturecoaster]

My Reactions to Hurricane Idalia

It has been a long, hot summer. The hottest summer on record in many parts of the U.S. After thousands of people relocated to Florida over the last several years, I would guess they are rethinking their decisions. And then, Hurricane Idalia came to visit August 29-30. I am tired. Once again, Citrus, Hernando, and Pasco Counties were spared a direct hit. Those north of us, particularly Perry and Steinhatchee, Florida, were accosted by powerful winds and water surges that ripped off roofs and took away homes and structures. Some people take it all in stride, like the boat owners in Old Homosassa who met up at the local market in their boats. This photo was on Ryan Jenkins's Facebook page the day after the storm hit with the title, "First annual bring your boat to the jiffy store party." In 2022, we were spared a direct hit from Hurricane Ian, which devastated the Fort Myers to Punta Gorda area. They are still cleaning up and rebuilding from that huge hurricane, and some things will never come back. Hurricanes are Hard on the Emotions The emotions of hurricanes are hard. First, there’s the hype. “Get your water, gas for the generator, canned food, fill up the bathtub, put all of your outdoor furniture into a safe structure, etc.,” from the various emergency management departments, the news, and neighbors. Not to mention the weather shows, commentaries, memes, and stories. "Category 1, category 2, category 4 with sustained winds of…" And last year, we dodged a direct hit. Education about which side of the storm will get the worst wind, rain, flooding… Voluntary evacuation orders. Mandatory evacuation orders. School closures. Shelter openings. Sandbag stations. Jim Cantorelli is here. Spaghetti models. And now it’s over for our part of the Nature Coast… except for the cleanup, particularly in the coastal areas. And insurance claims. And rebuilding damaged areas, structures, and fences, clearing debris, and trimming trees. I am tired. Are you? And who is ready to talk business now? We are all whirling from what is and what could have been. Tired, and grateful that we didn’t get a direct hit. I live 25 miles inland, so I don’t have much cleanup, no flooding, and I live in a pasture, so I don’t even have tree cleanup, but I am recovering from the company of my children who had to evacuate with my 2-year old grandson who just doesn’t understand any of it. We did the same thing last year for Hurricane Ian, where we dodged the storm head-on, but were prepared and went through the emotional roller coaster. And then the survivor’s guilt when I saw my friend’s places in Sarasota and Punta Gorda destroyed. Particularly hard was seeing the video of a church camp I had stayed in a few months earlier for a conference that is now gone. Taken away by the storm and unable to rebuild. Image of Ozello from Ozello, Florida Facebook page. Peck's Old Port Cove restaurant can be seen by its grey pitch roof in the upper left corner. What about My Neighbors? “Are my neighbors ok? Did the power go out? Have the warnings, watches, and advisories been lifted?” This time, with Hurricane Idalia, my empathy is focused on the coastal areas of our Nature Coast, from Port Richey to Cedar Key. With friends owning property in Weeki Wachee, Hudson, Homosassa, Ozello, and Crystal River, the devastation and cleanup look daunting. I have heard reports of a 9-foot tidal surge along our coast. Many will need help to get through this. Some will need financial assistance. Some will need manpower. All need prayer. Good news at the Ellie Schiller Homosassa Springs Wildlife State Park: the animals are safe. After one of the storms many years ago, the Park created safe areas and procedures for each animal in their care. August 28-29, they were used. Hundreds of people were rescued from the flooding by local sheriff departments, firefighters, Florida Fish and Wildlife, Florida National Guard, and the Florida Forest Service. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RvuNSeE2Rs Now it’s time to assess and repair - and there is help available from local, state, and national governments, as well as the Red Cross and several other organizations. Residents will group and help each other in the coastal areas. Look for Facebook groups that will Florida’s State Assistance Information Line: 1-800-342-3557 If you have a small business, please register at FloridaDisaster.biz and take the Business Damage Assessment Survey to help state and local leaders communicate the impact of Hurricane Idalia on our area when reaching out for federal assistance. Please note that this does not apply for assistance. That is another step. Things are Moving Forward Already Pat Manfredo captured this relaxing sunset outside her Land O'Lakes home Wednesday night. Once the tide receded, the coastal residents and businesses began cleanup. Meanwhile, those in the central and eastern parts of the Nature Coast are open for business. Restaurants are reopening, some with limited menus. We went out for pizza at Angelo's Pizzeria in Inverness last night, although the pizzeria's phones weren't working, their food and service were a welcome treat. If you're in Brooksville, Chop Block stayed open regular hours Tuesday, opened for dinner on Wednesday, and is open for both lunch and dinner Thursday, returning to regular hours and days. In New Port Richey, the White Heron is offering a relaxing pot of tea and some delicious scones in their tea parlor, or a light lunch and Happy Hour, which includes cucumber and chicken salad sandwiches without the reservations that are usually required. Masaryk Winery is open for brunch this weekend. New Port Richey police and firefighters rescued residents from Hurricane Idalia. Image from their Facebook page. Government offices have reopened. All Pasco County Parks, Recreation, and Natural Resources reported that all of their recreational complexes are back open, as well as the Heritage Park Community Center, Wiregrass Ranch Sports Campus, and James Irvin Civic Center. Withlacochee River Park, Crews Lake Park, Moon Lake Park, Middle Lake Park, Peterson Park, and Lake Lisa Park are open. Anclote Gulf Park, portions of Starkey Wilderness Park, and the Coastal Anclote Trail will reopen at noon today, August 31st. As tired as we may all be, let's keep on moving forward and taking care of each other. NatureCoaster will continue to cover public information to help you get back to your routines. Read the full article

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Police emails urge 'serious discussion' about the future of Panda Game

The Ottawa Police Service raised the need for a "serious discussion" about the panda game's future in the aftermath of a second straight year of rowdy street parties, according to emails obtained by the CBC through an access to information request. Deputy Chief Steve Bell, then interim chief of the OPS, voiced his concerns in an email sent to the mayor, city councilors, and several high-ranking city officials shortly after midnight on Sunday, Oct. 2, the day after this year's game between the Carleton Ravens and the University of Ottawa Gee-Gees.

"This post-game activity was completely unnecessary and totally unacceptable," Bell wrote. "Sadly, it raises the need for a serious discussion about the future of this university event."

In a new release later that morning, the OPS stressed the dangerous and sometimes criminal activity of some participants but did not question whether the game should be canceled in the future.

Police said they arrested seven people during raucous post-game celebrations, during which one partygoer was videotaped dangling from a street light several meters above a crowd. Charges included public intoxication and mischief. Police also issued 88 tickets for open alcohol and fined two drivers $2,000 for noisy mufflers.

Anticipating similar celebrations to those that swept through the city's Sandy Hill neighborhood after the 2021 Panda Game, when revelers filled the streets and flipped a car on Russell Avenue, police vowed to take a "zero-tolerance approach" to any illegal behavior after this year's game.

Kim Ayotte, general manager of emergency and protective services with the City of Ottawa, told CBC in an email that the city has "engaged in conversations with partners" about events that took place after the 2022 Panda Game, as well as a pre-game tailgate party. Ayotte did not indicate whether those conversations contemplated the Panda Game's future.

Ottawa police, whose current chief, Eric Stubbs, was hired weeks after the game, did not respond to multiple requests for comment.

CBC Ottawa filed the access to information request shortly after the Panda Game and received more than 100 pages of emails, mostly operational updates sent by police to city leaders. In an email sent around 3:30 p.m. on game day, police notified city officials that "there were a couple individuals who went for a swim in the canal" but had since exited the water.

In multiple reports, the police touted the comprehensiveness and success of their own crowd management efforts. "We developed a very large, expensive, and resource-heavy plan to ensure public safety during this Carleton University and University of Ottawa event," Bell wrote. "It was good that we did." This evening, our officers and our colleagues from the OPP were called upon to manage large, hostile, and belligerent crowds that refused to leave the area.

A report prepared for the Ottawa Police Services Board estimated the total cost of policing the 2022 panda game at between $300,000 and $500,000.

Despite the positive reviews from the OPS, some Sandy Hill residents were frustrated with what they saw as a lack of police action. Robert Reid, who lives near the epicenter of the celebrations, estimated the crowd occupying an intersection near his home was between 500 and 1,000 people at its peak.

He said some drunk and belligerent members of the crowd shoved, physically assaulted, or threw objects at his neighbors. Reid said the crowd dispersed quickly whenever police advanced, but officers rarely did so. "There's nothing like a row of 50 cops sitting there looking at them and not saying anything to give them the impression that what they're doing is fine," he said.

In addition to police communications, CBC's access to information request turned up three emails from residents calling on then-Mayor Jim Watson to cancel the game. "As a city taxpayer, it pains me to think that I am paying the policing costs for a big rip-roaring party by those who pay no taxes," wrote one resident, whose name was redacted. "The City of Ottawa is going to hell in a handbasket."

The Panda Game has attracted controversy throughout its long history, which includes brawls, break-ins, and commando-style raids by students to liberate the trophy.

Ayotte said the city has not yet received an event application for the 2023 game. A spokesperson for the University of Ottawa said in an email that the school is in the "preliminary stages" of planning next year's event. This year, Carleton University's "student experience office" organized a post-game cleanup effort to clear debris left by the crowds in the Glebe and Old Ottawa South.

On its website, Carleton quotes an assessment of $42 million in economic benefit that can be attributed to the Panda Game. "We recognize and understand the importance of being a good and responsible neighbor," said a spokesperson for the school. "Consultations with our community partners are ongoing."