#sh Oklahoma

[theinfinitedivides]

Wyatt Flores dropping an entire EP of absolute delicious material today that feels tailored specifically for Eliot Spencer............. ty for your service sir

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[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Can't Take the Home out of Oklahoma (Javi Rivera x F! Reader)

A/N: Thank you to everyone that read We Found Love in a Tornado, this is a continuation of that. I also have another part already written and ready to post! I also recommend listening to Out of Oklahoma by Lainey Wilson while reading this. I had it on repeat the whole time I wrote it.

Pairing: Javi Rivera x F! Reader (Kate's Sister) *No physical descriptions besides mentioning younger sister.

Warnings: 18 + Language, angst, some sexual situations (no smut..yet), and movie spoilers.

“I lost three of my best friends so you could get your big grant money!” Javi shouts at Kate and she takes a step back like he’d struck her. His hands are still shaking as he replays the words over and over like a broken record. “Shit, Kate, I-”

Kate pushes past you and runs towards the white truck and you don’t hesitate to follow. “Baby,” Javi follows close behind running to keep up, “no, please don’t go.” 

“No Javi,” you stop holding up your hands, “that was too far, give her some space.” 

He freezes, tears tracking through the dirt staining his cheeks. But you leave, climbing in the passenger seat beside your sister and taking off into the night. Kate is silent, her knuckles bright white with how hard she is clenching the wheel and you slip off your boots and lean back closing your eyes. 

“You don’t have to go with me, you know,” she whispers, her eyes still on the road. 

You sit up slowly opening your eyes. “I’m not letting you go again,” you reach a hand out and leave it outstretched before her own holds on tight across the center console. “We Carter girls got to stay together. Let me know when we get there.” 

Kate huffs out a broken laugh, “And where are we going?” 

“You can’t take the home out of Oklahoma, Katie, you’ll know when you get there,” she squeezes your hand but doesn’t let go and you lean back closing your eyes. 

Several hours pass before the truck slows down and you blink away the sleep, the old farmhouse a friendly site. You sit up, look at Kate with a small smile, and follow her out of the truck, finding the spare key and entering the house. 

Everything is as you left it and you quickly find two glasses and fill them with water from the jug in the fridge. “Mama, it’s us,” Katie calls when a shadow moves in the doorway, her arms opening for us. 

“My girls,” she embraces us and presses a kiss to our head, before looking at our disheveled appearance and the blood drying on Kate’s cheek. “What happened to you?” 

“Nothing,” Kate shakes her head, “we just needed to come home.”

“You go take a shower, I’ll get you some extra clothes and clean up the bedroom,” Mama hurries towards the stairs. 

“You shower first,” you hold Kate’s hand and follow mom up the stairs, “you stink.” Kate smiles sadly before giving you a playful shove. 

“If I knew you girls were coming, I would have had the room all set up,” Mama tosses shirts and magazines into a box before putting it on the bed with a sigh. “What happened out there?” 

“We survived an EF4,” she covers her mouth, “barely to be honest. If it weren’t for Kate we’d probably be dead. Javi and Tyler covered us from the brunt of the damage.” 

“Javi? He came by a few months ago looking for you two. And isn’t Tyler your boss?” 

“Yeah, he is. He’s a really great guy, and absolutely losing his mind over Kate.” 

“No, he is not,” Kate blushes coming into the room and ringing out her hair with the towel, “we’re just acquaintances. If you want to talk about someone losing their mind it’s Javi! He ran into a Tornado and confessed his love for you live on camera.” 

“He did what now?” Mama looks between you two, before crossing her arms with a smirk, “I am going to have to see this video.” 

“Tomorrow,” you tell her, “I promise you can see the video tomorrow. Tonight he’s on my shit list.” You walk away towards the shower, stripping off your clothes. 

“Uh oh,” Mama calls, “trouble in paradise?” 

“You tell her,” you shout at Kate before getting in the shower and washing off the dirt and grime from the day. When you emerge Mama is gone and Kate is snuggled under the covers of the queen size bed of her former bedroom. 

“Do you need anything?” you ask her, tugging on the clothes Mama left at the end of the bed. Kate doesn’t say anything, just pulls back the cover with a raised brow. You don’t hesitate crawling into the bed beside her and flicking out the light. “You okay?” you whisper, turning to face her.

“No,” she shakes her head, “Javi was right. They died because I got it wrong. I killed them.” 

You reach over and pull her into your arms, letting her cry against your chest, her arms wrapped tight around your waist. “Listen to me, Katie,” you whisper when her cries slow, brushing her hair out of her face, “it was a horrible tragedy. And there is nothing you did that could change that. That storm took everything from you, when are you going to stop letting it?” 

Kate is quiet contemplating your words and eventually sleep claims you both. Two sisters, holding on to one another, weathering the storm. 

The next morning comes too soon, the sun streaming through the window and the roosters crowing at the first break of daylight. Mama moves around the house and the scent of coffee floats up the stairs, and you crawl out from under Kate and slip silently down the stairs. 

“I LOVE YOU!” you hear Javi shout from the kitchen and come around the corner to see Mama sitting at the table with her laptop and a cup of coffee. A hand pressed to her mouth as she watches the moment Javi literally ran through a storm to follow you. 

She presses the keyboard and looks up at you, “that’s got to be the most damn romantic thing I’ve ever seen. And I watch alot of hallmark movies.” 

You snort, “thanks, mama. I feel pretty lucky to be on the same level as hallmark.” The coffee is fresh and you prepare the cup and bring it over to the table, “I wish we could just live in that moment.” 

“Why? Is he not treating you right?” 

“No, he is. And I do really love him, but he hurt Katie. And his company Storm Par while built with good intentions are taking advantage of people’s tragedy.” 

“Sounds like something you need to talk about with him,” she sips her coffee and reaches a hand out to hold your own. “Javi is a good man, he’s really grown since he first came around here. And I can tell by that video that he really loves you. You’ll figure everything out.” Mama rises, kissing the top of your head before walking out the front door to muck and feed the cows. 

You sit there, drinking another two cups of coffee before Kate stumbles down the stairs dressed for the day. You switch places, giving her a cup before climbing back up the stairs to get dressed. When you’re finished you follow her out to the barn and sit back watching her go through the memories and the grief that follows. 

Neither of you notice the sound of a truck pulling up until the barn door opens and Tyler and Javi walk through the door followed by our smirking mama. “Seems like you two have some guests,” she looks between the four of you, seeing the variety of expressions. “I’m gonna make some lunch, the boys are staying.” She doesn’t ask, retreating to leave the four of you in silence. 

Kate sighs rubbing her head, “what are you doing here?” 

“Javi here gave me your address, Dex remembered your name from an article a few years back,” Tyler steps toward her, “I’m real sorry about your friends.” 

“And I was an asshole,” Javi's voice cracks, “I should never have said that, Kate. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me.” 

“There’s nothing to forgive, it’s the truth. I killed them,” Kate lowers her head fidgeting with her fingers, “but-I am tired of letting that storm take anything else away from me.” 

“Can we have a moment?” Javi looks between you and Tyler, and you look to Kate who nods at you. You follow Tyler out of the barn but not before Javi reaches for your arm and pulls you into his chest, snaking his arms around your waist. “When I’m done here don’t think you’re getting away with leaving me again.” 

You nod, squeezing him tight before following behind and closing the barn door. Mama stands against the fence acting like she hasn’t been listening the whole time and you laugh. 

“That fence seems real interesting mama,” you tease giving her a hug from behind. 

“Tyler,” she turns, wrapping you up in her arms, “you’ve been taking my baby into Tornados for two years and we haven’t met, how is that possible?” 

“I’m not sure ma’am but I think you may be seeing a lot more of me.” Tyler looks back at the barn doors before turning back around, “hopefully.” 

“Why don’t you stay the night? We have plenty of extra space.” Mama holds you tight as you go to protest, effectively shutting you up. “I insist, both you and Javi can spend the night.” 

Tyler beams, “thank you ma’am, sounds like a wonderful offer.” 

“Perfect, I’ll go make some lunch!” 

Tyler waits a moment before chuckling at the embarrassed expression on your face. “She seems real friendly,” he teases. 

“Nosey is more like it,” you grumble before cracking a smile, “but she means well.” 

“How are you holding up?” He asks, leaning on the fence beside you, “that was one hell of a twister.” 

“I think the twister was rather mild compared to the rage I felt when Javi yelled at Kate.” 

Tyler lifts a brow, “you’ve kinda jumped ship with everything regarding your sister. I remember a few days ago you being so angry to see her.” 

“That was before I knew, before I really understood…how broken she is.” You glance up to see Tyler already looking at you, “my sister lost everyone she cared about. I remember thinking Jeb was the one she was going to marry someday. They loved each other so much.” 

You sit there silent before the creaking of the barn door has you standing up straight, Javi making a beeline to you. “She’s all yours,” Javi tells Tyler, clapping him on the back as the other man all but runs into the barn. 

Javi stands before you, your arms crossed over your chest and a frown on your face. “Baby-“ he starts before you step forward and shove him, hard. 

“That’s for what you said to Kate,” you feel the tears burn, shoving him again, “and that’s for being an asshole.” 

“I deserve that,” he says quietly, resigned. “You done pushing me, baby?” You nod, brushing the tears off your cheeks and he holds up his hands, “can I hold you?” 

“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate for a second. 

His arms are warm and you can feel the muscles as he tugs you into his chest, your head landing in the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your head, “I’m so sorry for saying that. I-I was just angry and hurt and scared and I took it out on you and Kate.” 

“I was scared too, Javi,” you hold him tighter, “I almost had you ripped away from me, literally. We almost died in that pool, all of us. And then the second we get out, Scott is there trying to make money off of that motel owner. I just lost my mind.” 

“I know,” he rests his head against you, “I got to figure a way out of this. I really needed the money for the start up, but not like this.” 

“We’ll figure it out,” he pulls back to look down at you. 

“We?” he smiles. 

“Yes, we. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

“I don’t know about that. I was unprepared for how much it would hurt to see my whole life drive off in my truck.” 

You cringe, “sorry about that. We did kind of leave you stranded.” 

“You had every reason,” he shakes his head pulling you back into his chest, “I was a major asshole.” 

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “you were.” 

He laughs, tickling your side, “hey! I said I was sorry.” 

You squirm trying to move away but he holds you tighter, both of you laughing, the stress from the last 48 hours melting in his arms. “I forgive you.” He sags in relief, before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, your arms winding around his neck. The kiss turning more passionate with every second. 

“That is going to take some getting used too,” you jump apart with a yelp. Kate and Tyler standing in the doorway to the barn. “My best friend and my baby sister, gross.” 

“Oh hush,” you chastise teasingly, “imagine how I feel with my boss making goo goo eyes at my older sister, talk about gross.” 

“I do not make goo goo eyes,” Tyler puts his hands on his hips. 

“But you don’t deny you have feelings for her?” you challenge matching his stance. 

“Well I- “ Tyler shakes his head before sighing, “I can’t argue with you there.” 

Kate looks at him with wide eyes and opens her mouth to respond when Mama shouts from the front porch, “lunch is ready!” 

The conversation burns in their eyes and you look at Javi with a grin, pulling him towards the kitchen to help bring out the food. 

Mama has outdone herself, bringing out a plethora of bbq and sides for us to devour. The sweet tea flows and everyone smiles as they dig into the food. 

“So Javi,” Mama passes me the coleslaw, “what are your intentions with my youngest?” 

Javi chokes on his tea and you frantically pat his back and glare at your mama. He clears his throat, catching his breath and taking your hand, “Excuse me ma’am you caught me by surprise.” Mama grins, not looking the least bit sorry for almost killing your boyfriend. “I love her. I’m going to do my best to never let her forget that for the rest of her life. And in the future, if she’ll have me,” he meets your eyes, giving you a wink, “she’ll let me become Mr. Carter.” 

“Good,” Mama smiles, “and you,” she turns to Tyler. 

Tyler never falters, his smile in place as he looks at Kate, “maybe I can convince Kate to give me a second date. Since the first one was interrupted.” 

“That was not a date,” Kate argues. 

“Okay,” he nods, “then a first date. We can start there.” 

“How about you go tonight?” Mama smiles, looking at the four of you, “take her line dancing.” 

“Mama,” Kate chastises, “I’m not ready.”

“No time like the present, Katie,” Mama stands lifting the plates and walking towards the house. 

“We don’t have too,” Tyler places a gentle hand on her arm, “I just want to spend some time with you.” 

Kate looks at him grateful, “thank you.” 

“What about you?” Javi looks at you with a smile, “want to go line dancing?” 

“You want to go line dancing?” Your brows reach the ceiling as you look at him. 

“Or,” he looks at Kate and Tyler, “how about we dance here?” He stands holding out his hand, “milady?” 

“There’s no music,” you stay seated looking for your sister for backup. 

“I got it,” Tyler pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up the Spotify app. “Here we go,” he turns up the volume, Ain’t in Kansas Anymore by Miranda Lambert blaring out of the small speakers.

“Come on baby,” Javi moves his hips back and forth and you stay in your spot watching him with wide eyes. “Tyler buddy, come help me out!” 

Tyler jumps up with a cheer and as the chorus breaks they start dancing, their fingers in the air as they twirl their finger in Tyler’s signature move. Kate laughs beside you, quickly covering her mouth as they move to the beat, spinning to give you their backs. 

“Come on girls,” Mama shocks you both, whipping around, “live a little.” 

“Shit,” Kate looks at you with a shrug, both of you scrambling to your feet to dance beside them. The four of you laugh through several songs, trying to keep up with the steps, Javi breaking off to pull you into his arms for a slow dance. Jelly Roll and Lainey Wilson serenading you to Save Me.  

You rest your head on his chest as he sways you to the music. Kate and Tyler move closer together and he holds one of her hands and wraps the other around her waist. They’re stiff at first before Tyler flashes her a smile and she melts into his arms. 

“I meant every word,” Javi whispers and you lift your head to look at him, hands pressed to his chest and his hands low on your hips. “I love you, baby. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you.” 

“When did you know?” his eyes soften as he thinks back. 

“When you came and tapped me out.” 

“That long?” You shake your head, “we’ve wasted so much time.” 

“What about you?” 

“After the EF5,” you close your arms and lean against his chest, “I just remember running into the hospital and seeing you standing there. And my heart stopped.” His hands run comfortingly on your back, “I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.” 

“I know,” he tightens his arms around you, “I felt so numb to everything and then you come barreling into me. Almost took me to the ground,” he chuckles, “I should have realized it then.” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry it took me so long.” 

“We both made mistakes,” you open your eyes and pull back, “the main thing now is that we’re together and nothing is gonna tear us apart.” 

He leans down and kisses you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The music fades and for a moment nothing exists besides the two of you. His lips are warm and soft and he groans tugging you closer till you’re flush against each other. His tongue moves out to flick against your lips and you open your mouth on a moan tugging his curls between your fingers. 

“Javi,” you whimper, feeling him hard against you and leaving you dripping. 

When you come up for air you notice the music gone and so are Tyler and Kate. “Do you wanna move this inside?” he whispers against your lips. 

“God yes,” you sigh, “but I would rather the first time we have sex not be in my childhood bedroom.” 

He chuckles, his voice deep and raspy, “understood. But,” he leans down lowering his voice to whisper in your ear, “but I am going to make love to you baby, and soon. I’m gonna taste every inch of this body and have you shaking beneath me, till I make you cum so hard you see stars.” 

“Fuck, Javi,” you grind against him, your panties drenched, “you can’t say shit like that to me.” 

He chuckles holding your hips and pushing you back a step, “down girl,” he teases, “you’re trying to climb me like a tree.” He laughs when you pout, “you’re the one that didn’t wanna have sex in your childhood bedroom. You worried Justin Timberlake would be jealous?” 

“Don’t insult Justin,” you glare, “he’s been with me a long time.” 

He holds up his hands in surrender with a smile, “okay, I’m sorry. I’ll never speak ill of Justin again.” 

“You better not,” you warn playfully, “or there could be trouble.”

He reaches for you, putting an arm around your shoulders and leading you into the house. When you’re outside Kates room he gives you a soft kiss, his lips lingering for a moment before he whispers, “love you,” against your lips before going into the room, mama set up for him earlier. 

“I love you,” you whisper back, going into the room and closing the door quietly behind you. 

“I thought you’d spend the night with him,” Kate says softly from the bed, “I wouldn’t blame you.” 

You quickly change into your pajamas before crawling into bed beside Kate and pulling her into your arms, “I’m happy right here.” 

Kate feels tense, her shoulders tight, “Tyler wants me to try again,” she whispers into the darkness. “He found my research and wants me to try again to tame a tornado.” 

“And what do you want to do?” 

“I want their death to mean something,” your shirt dampens from her tears and you rub her back. “I want to try again but I’m-“ her voice cracks, “I’m so scared of getting it wrong again.” 

“Only you can decide Katie,” you give her a squeeze, “but I can guarantee one variable that’s different this time.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Tyler Owens. He is the tornado wrangler, and heaven help anything that tries to take you away from him. Trust him, he won’t let you down.” 

Kate contemplates, her shoulders dropping as she melts into you and it only takes a moment for her to breathe to even out. You sit there and wonder how long it’s been since she slept so peacefully, and you tug her closer before falling asleep. 

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[mariacallous]

Some prominent conservative lawmakers and commentators are advocating for ending no-fault divorce, laws that exist in all 50 US states and allow a person to end a marriage without having to prove a spouse did something wrong, like commit adultery or domestic violence.

The socially conservative, and often religious, rightwing opponents of such divorce laws are arguing that the practice deprives people – mostly men – of due process and hurt families, and by extension, society. Republican lawmakers in Louisiana, Oklahoma, Nebraska and Texas have discussed eliminating or increasing restrictions on no-fault marriage laws.

Defenders of the laws, which states started passing a half-century ago, see legislation and arguments to repeal them as the latest effort to restrict women’s rights – following the overturning of Roe v Wade and passage of abortion bans around the country – and say that without such protections, the country would return to an earlier era when women were often trapped in abusive marriages.

“No-fault divorce is critical to the ability, particularly the ability of women, to be able to exercise autonomy in their own relationships, in their own lives,” said Denise Lieberman, an adjunct professor at the Washington University School of Law in St Louis, who has a specialty in policies concerning gender, sexuality and sexual violence.

Before 1969, when then California Republican governor Ronald Reagan, who had been divorced, approved the country’s first no-fault divorce law, women, who are more likely to experience violence from an intimate partner, were often forced to stay in marriages. If they could not prove that their husband had been abusive or persuade him to grant a divorce, they would not be able to take any assets from the marriage or remarry, according to a study in the Quarterly Journal of Economics.

States around America gradually followed suit and passed similar laws allowing unilateral divorce until 2010, when New York became the last state to approve the practice.

Between 1976 and 1985, states that passed the laws saw their domestic violence rates against men and women fall by about 30%; the number of women murdered by an intimate partner declined by 10%; and female suicide rates declined by 8 to 16%.

Without such laws, “it’s hard to prove anything in court relating to a family because you don’t have any witnesses”, said Kimberly Wehle, professor at the University of Baltimore School of Law. “It’s very difficult to get evidence to show abuse of children. How do you do it? Do you put your kids on the stand?”

Conservative commentators such as Matt Walsh, Steven Crowder and lawmakers such as the Republican senator JD Vance of Ohio have argued that the laws are unfair to men and hurt society because they lead to more divorces.

The divorce rate in the United States increased significantly from 1960, when it was 9.2 per 1,000 married women, to 22.6 in 1980. But by 2022, the rate had fallen to 14.5.

On the increase in divorces, Vance said in 2021: “One of the great tricks that I think the sexual revolution pulled on the American populace” is the idea that “these marriages were fundamentally, you know, they were maybe even violent, but certainly they were unhappy, and so getting rid of them and making it easier for people to shift spouses like they change their underwear, that’s going to make people happier in the long term”.

Beverly Willett, a writer and attorney, argues that unilateral no-fault divorce is also unconstitutional because it violates a person’s 14th amendment right to due process.

The defendant “has absolutely no recourse to say, ‘Wait a minute. I don’t want to be divorced, and I don’t think that there are grounds for divorce. I would like to be heard. I would like to call witnesses,’” said Willett, who experienced a divorce she didn’t want because she thought her marriage could be saved. “I believed in my vows” and “didn’t want to give up”.

But Willett’s argument relies on the idea that “women are either property or that somehow men’s liberty is restrained by not allowing them to stay in a marriage with someone who does not want to be married”, said Wehle, who also wrote about it in the Atlantic. “I disagree with the idea that women are somehow property interests of their husbands. That is an arcane relic of law that has no place in modern society.”

Willett responded to Wehle’s critique by writing that “nobody has suggested a return to antiquated laws of the 18th and 19th century. Considerable reform that protects women and ensures their equality in family court has been enacted since then.”

On the argument that no-fault divorce reduces domestic violence, Willett points to data that most domestic violence occurs between unmarried couples and says regardless, with “any contract, any lawsuit, you still have to follow the constitution”.

But without such laws, victims of domestic violence would then have to navigate a court system that can be time-consuming, “very adversarial and very costly” because the plaintiff often must then pay for child care and transportation, said Marium Durrani, vice-president of policy for the National Domestic Violence Hotline.

“Any sort of additional barrier that we add to the ease of legal proceeding is, frankly, a nightmare and an enormous burden for survivors,” said Durrani. “I’m not trying to be an alarmist, but it can increase death [if] a survivor of domestic violence has to prove that they are being abused in a divorce proceeding.”

Still, Lieberman does not think Republicans will succeed in their efforts to make it more difficult for people to get divorced.

“I do believe that that train has left the station. I mean, we have had no-fault divorce now for 50 years,” Lieberman said. But “I didn’t think the supreme court would overturn Roe v Wade, which we had for 50 years, so I suppose we will see.”

[daddysmusicblog]

A little drive down SH-51 from the madness of Tulsa, and there is the adorable little town of Porter, Oklahoma.

[bldngiris]

꒰OKLAHOMA SMOKESHOW ꒱ . . . d winston !

pairing(s) : book! dallas winston x fem!soc! reader

in which y/n dreams of escaping tulsa but her dad is holding her back. however dallas winston listens and yearns.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : yelling, swearing, r's father is an ass, r is a soc but she doesn't like being one, discrimination. movie dallas used only for visuals even though i used blonde book dallas in mind!! mentions of religion, angst

robin chirps : happy easter!! this fic is inspired by oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan :) bold is the song lyrics!

go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like.

y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a look at herself one last time before heading out the door. if her father had caught her wearing anything other than appropriate soc attire, she would be done for. the amount of times she had been hit on by cocky high class boys who just wanted to get into her pants was numerous, alas her father didn't care. "you don't want to look like one of those greasy balls of garbage do you?" he would ask her. truth was y/n didn't want to be a soc. sh didn't want to be a greaser either. she wanted to escape tulsa and live in a city without labels and get away from all the hostility stored away in the streets of tulsa.

i know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight. you always wind up here in a puddle of tears

y/n had made her way to the diner with her friends. however, her "friends" had left her midway through the walk home to go hang out with a group of other socs. it had started to rain and the closest place y/n could go to was bucks. y/ns feet subconsciously made their way to the building lit by neon beer signs, ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying, "if i catch you 'round one of them greaser places.."

she slowly opened the door to the place, as a mixture of tears, mascara and raindrops ran down her face, her hair sticking to her face, her dress drenched. many eyes were on her as barely, if any, socs came to bucks. whispers, some louder than others presumably by drunk men were heard as y/n sat on one of the bar stools.

them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood In the back of a blue old pick up truck. you've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

y/n sat at the barstool, a shaggy, pale, blonde boy sat beside her, a malboro cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely.

"hey man, what're you doin' out here?" he asked the soc, curiously, in a sluggish tone of voice. y/n sniffled.

"my friends left me when we were at the diner, n' i didn't wanna get jumped, it's dangerous walkin' home by myself, y'know." she sniffled again. "plus, it's cold and wet." she paused again. dallas listened, as he hummed and nodded, understanding what she was talking about.

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend

"that really sucks man," he muttered taking a sip of his whiskey and coke, y/n could smell the drink from her seat. dallas did't turn away or ignore her after that. they spent the next hour talking.

but she swears that his love is a damn god send

don't get me wrong, dallas hated socs. but y/n was different, under the high class, hair done, pretty dress facade, she was a normal girl yearning for more than just a privilege title. the two could relate on another level which dallas had appreciated. dallas and y/n both wanted more or less the same thing, both wanted to escape tulsa, but more or less everything was holding them back from doing so.

she's known god since she was a child, she used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day

y/n played in the front yard of her house with a white picket fence. she saw two kids around her age, playing over by a park around the 'border' between the west and east side.

"hi! im y/n can i play with you?" she asked the three children. they were greaser children, as seen by the difference in their appearance.

'til the world came around and took her dreaming away. told her how to dress and act and smile.

"sure! im soda, thats johnny and that one over there is steve" one said. soon enough, y/n's father had come out of the house, soon following a burst of yelling came about. "y/n get over here and away from that white trash." he exclaimed. y/n wondered, how could a grown adult be so hostile toward children? y/ns father grabbed the little girls hand and took her back over to the freshly painted house on the block.

'y/n, sweetie, you know better than to talk to those type of people." he told her. "now, im sure mrs. sheldon and mrs. valances children would love to play with you hm?" he said. the little girl with pigtails and turned around to watch the greaser kids looking at her sadly, eventually cheering themselves up and laughing softly as they played on the monkey bars.

she's an oklahoma smokeshow. he's an asshole from back home. she'll never make it out alive.

that night, at bucks dallas and y/n talked for hours. y/n told dallas about her image and how she was forced by her father to keep up the good girl act, how every soc guy just wanted to get in her pants and how she's never going to make it out alive.

dallas told her about how he grew up in the streets of brooklyn, new york because his asshole father didn't give a shit about him. his mother and grandmother didn't have enough to provide, because his dad kept taking the profit to the bottle. he ended up in juvi by the time he was ten for theft, trying to provide for his family until he just left and ended up here in tulsa.

that small town bar scene, where small vices kill your big dreams. he'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive.

"but my dad will never let me leave, not until i'm 21 at least, and if i do, he'll list me as a runaway to the police and they'll come and find me." she muttered, solemnly. it was nearly midnight now. dallas way to intoxicated to drive. y/n had used bucks landline to call a cab as she made her way home, thinking of the boy who had changed her life in a mere few hours.

well, I've been here, I've been up all night. thinkin' 'bout a life with you and i. one you'll never know 'cause you're a small town smokeshow.

dallas layed there, head empty except for the thought of y/n. it was nearly 3 in the morning at this point, but all he could think about was the girl who he had just met but felt like they had known each other for years and there he continued dreaming, because unfortunately for him only one of the two got their 'escape' from the prejudice of tulsa, oklahoma. unfortunately, it wasn't y/n. unfortunately, it wasn't the way either of them planned.

[arilynn170]

Elektrifikatsiya Kovnive Reloze (Elek Kov)

Birthday/place: October 15th, 1994 in Moscow, Russia

Age: 31 years old

Love interest: Alice Anastasie

Height: 6'1 feet tall

Hair color: dark brown but dye it blonde to hide his identity

Eye color : Light Green

Face shape: Diamond shaped

Body shape: looks feminine

Eye shape: Almond shaped

Wears glasses cause he see up close

Disorders: Schizophrenia, autism and learning disability

Sexuality: Straight

Favorite movie to watch: Up

Favorite show: Marsha and the bear

Favorite song: Heads will roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Favorite thing to do: play with his car toys

Favorite food: Cake

Favorite drink: Water

Favorite person: Alice Anastasie

Regret: Unalive his family

Living now: Oklahoma, United States America lives with his cousin in a apartment

Family members: 6 people (2015)

Elektrifikatsiya is a man who is clumsy, shy, sensitive and quiet. He never went to school but he has IQ of 102. He's way different from other adults he likes kids show and plays with toy cars and Legos he has no job and never had been in a job before. In 2015 21 Elek unalive his family because of a meltdown and how his family neglected him as a child he sh••t them with a g•n from the safe but the only thing he didn't sh•t was his baby brother who is 2 years old. He took his brother into the woods and stay there for 2 days until Elek caught his bloody footprints and the g•n in the house his DNA was everywhere. Elek was taking to the police department and ask him questions they made a decision to send him to a asylum for 7 years until he break out of the asylum and run far far away until his cousin found him and take him to his house in 2022 he was sleeping in his bed while cuddling his body pillow until he heard a squeak noise it made him jump he sees a shadow of a woman....

To be continued soon

Elektrifikatsiya Kovnive is my character

Alice Anastasie is @quinklequonkle character

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Texas angst?

Why of course :)

Despite what he might tell you, his immune system is absolute sh*t and he gets sick a lot, though he usually works it off and there’s a 50/50 chance as to whether it gets better or worse.

^sorta related to the hc above: heat exhaustion. Yeah. He’s suffered from it on more than one occasion yet he still works outside when it’s boiling hot for WAY too long.

^oh yeah he also has asthma but refuses to use his inhaler cuz he’s afraid of being seen as week. Same goes for his iron supplements and meds that his therapist gave him.

If he gets into a serious fight that’s going too far, either the person he’s fighting has to give up, or someone has to separate them. There’s no other way for it to end. Texas is going to fight till his very last breath, and would rather die than accept defeat.

poor baby is insecure about the little bit of pudge on his lower belly 😔

(this is sorta happy but also sad-ish) whenever Texas is missing his mom, who’s name was Maria, he’ll go sit down on the beach and just stare out onto the ocean for hours since it reminds him of her (not to mention, the name "Maria" means "of the sea"). He also named his chihuahua Maria, after his mother.

He hates that he has to listen to what his government tells him to do, but if he doesn’t, his handlers will hurt them. One of the worst parts is, is that Texas thinks that they’re allowed to do this. The State Handlers are NOT, under ANY circumstances, allowed to harm the states. Texas doesn’t know this. Even if he did, he’s too scared to tell anyone.

Texas cannot handle seeing any animals die. He can’t. He will cry. Even if it’s a movie. Oklahoma tried teasing him about it and Louisiana nearly strangled him for it. Everyone needs a Loui in their life. (TW: s3lf h4rm and dr^g and 4lcoh0l mention under the cut, but I’m also gonna include some normal hc’s cuz why the hell not)

Texas does alot of stuff that he doesn’t know counts as self harm (ex: taking REALLY hot showers, biting himself, pulling at his hair, not eating for extended periods of time, etc…).

I’m not gonna say he smokes weed and cigarettes, but I’m not gonna say he doesn’t.

Yes he does in fact drink alcohol to numb the pain.

Normal-ish hc’s!

If you decide to ask what’s in his cup, prepare to be mildly horrified (or not). What’s in his cup? Well dear reader. Straight up whiskey, at least 10 shots of caffeine and espresso, a few red bulls and a C4 (the energy drink). This man is not okay (i promise) /ref

To the surprise of pretty much the whole statehouse, Texas does in fact listen to hyperpop, ESPECIALLY Odetari and 6arelyhuman (fun fact: they’re both from Texas. Yeah.). Sometimes you’ll hear him muttering under his breath: "hey scene sl*t we’re still cutting tonight, that’s why my wrists are so sore-". The only state that wasn’t surprised was surprisingly Louisiana. Cuz him and Texas make song recommendations to each other and they have the same music taste (except Loui doesn’t listen to country alot-).

Texas👏Does👏Trickriding👏. It👏Terrifies👏The👏Others👏.

He also makes knives and daggers out of random rocks his finds and he’s (not)surprisingly good at it.

^he makes slime too and you can pry that off my dead cold hands.

Me when,, me when I torture the blorbos,,, 👉👈 (I’m so notsorry):

[shefanispeculator]

Music News

Blake Shelton Gushes Over 'Favorite All-Time No. 1 Human' Gwen Stefani

ByKelly Fisher

Sep 20, 2024

Photo: Getty Images

Blake Shelton gushed over wife Gwen Stefani and the new single she released on Friday (September 20).

“Somebody Else’s” is the first single to arrive from Stefani’s upcoming fifth studio album, Bouquet. She announced the 10-track record earlier this week. The project will also include “Purple Irises,” the duet Stefani and Shelton released earlier this year. Previously, the husband and wife duo delivered “Nobody But You,” “Happy Anywhere” and other collaborations.

“Hello, everybody. This is an incredible day. This is my favorite day of the year so far,” Shelton said in a video he posted to Instagram on Friday. “My favorite all-time songwriter, my favorite all-time singer, favorite all-time No. 1 human being I ever met in my life, Gwen Stefani, released her new single, ‘Somebody Else’s.’ And holy sh*t. It’s so good. Please go listen to it.”

Shelton and Stefani met when they were both coaches on The Voice in 2014. They confirmed their relationship the following year, got engaged in 2020, and got married in July 2021 in a stunning ceremony on Shelton’s ranch in Tishomingo, Oklahoma. Shelton previously said in an Entertainment Tonight interview that Stefani has changed his life “in every possible way,” and “if I could have a repeat of these past 10 years [together, that] would be perfect.”

[somaliapearls]

Chapter 1 - Rotation

✧ Eye of the Storm masterlist

🌪️ tyler owens x fem

✧ genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn

✧ wc: 1.3k

✧ summary: Storm chaser RJ Jameson crosses paths with viral YouTuber Tyler Owens during a high-risk tornado intercept. As tension brews in the skies—and between them—the chase is only just beginning.

✧ warnings: Language, mild peril (storm conditions), emotional grief references.

Song: “Silhouettes” by Swimming With Dolphins

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The sky over western Oklahoma looked like it had been bruised—heavy with storm tension, green light pooling under blackened clouds. The kind of sky that made your gut twist before a siren ever blared.

Riley “RJ” Jameson had seen a hundred skies like this. And she still wasn’t used to them.

“Crosswind’s picking up,” June said, glancing at the anemometer strapped to the dash. “We’re getting close.”

RJ didn’t look away from the laptop balanced in her lap. Radar data scrolled like a pulse—every color spike a heartbeat.

“We’ve got a mesocyclone,” she muttered. “This storm’s rotating already. If it tightens near Corn, we’ll have a touchdown in under twenty minutes.”

“Boone just said the same thing on the Wrangler stream,” June replied, pulling up a live YouTube feed on her phone. “Tyler’s crew is already in position.”

Of course they were.

A familiar red blur flashed in the side mirror before a very real roar of gravel and wind signaled the arrival of the infamous red truck itself—Tyler Owens’ truck, dust-caked and splattered with dried mud. He passed them with confidence like the road was made just for him.

RJ grit her teeth. “He’s going to get someone killed driving like that.”

“I mean,” June shrugged. “He hasn’t yet.”

“That’s not comforting.”

They pulled into the open stretch of farmland fifteen minutes later, the blacktop road turning to dirt under their tires. RJ climbed out of the van, scanning the sky.

The clouds above twisted like they were alive—turbulent and layered, tinged with that sickly yellow-green that always meant bad things were coming. She glanced toward the Tornado Wranglers’ setup: the red truck parked alongside a second vehicle, multiple camera rigs already deployed.

Boone was crouched beside the truck, adjusting a mounted GoPro, while Dani worked on wiring something into a firework launcher—probably their next dumb-but-effective storm flare. Lilly stood near the edge of the field, talking to an older couple who had pulled up with their grandkids. RJ caught the glint of a drone controller in Lilly’s hands.

Tyler stood out front, hat low over his forehead, sunglasses in one hand, squinting into the storm.

Of course he looked like he belonged there.

RJ set up her drone platform about thirty yards away, positioning it for max coverage. June began rolling the second drone to the backup position as the team comms came alive.

Dexter: “Rotation is confirmed. Shear is high. If we’re lucky—or unlucky—this thing touches down before it hits anything populated.”

Boone: “Which means we catch it in open country. Best-case scenario.”

Lilly: “Already sent coordinates to first responders in the area. Evac teams are on standby.”

Tyler: “Everyone, prep to deploy. Five minutes to interception.”

RJ rolled her eyes. “He always sounds like he’s in a movie.”

“You say that like it’s not hot,” June said around a smirk.

RJ didn’t dignify that with a reply.

The wind picked up. Fast. Debris began to spiral off the ground around them—tiny pieces of straw and grit turning circles in the dirt.

Boone jogged over toward RJ and June, camera slung over his shoulder. “Drone Queen,” he greeted with a grin. “You launching or waiting for God to sign off?”

RJ loaded her drone into the launcher and looked at him with one raised brow. “Tell your boss to stop trying to outdrive tornadoes and I’ll consider it.”

Boone laughed. “No promises. He was a cowboy before a meteorologist. Pretty sure chaos is hardwired.”

RJ pressed the button. The drone launched like a shot into the sky, rising fast and smooth toward the roiling clouds. The readout began immediately—wind speed, pressure drop, thermal shifts. She adjusted its path with a quick flick of her wrist, guiding it toward the core.

“Visual confirmation,” June shouted. “Funnel drop beginning!”

RJ looked up—and there it was.

Slender at first. Wispy. Almost beautiful. Then the wind sucked downward with a sound like a freight train and the thin tail thickened, touching earth in a violent curl of dirt and air.

The tornado was born.

And it was moving fast.

RJ didn’t hear him walk up—she never did—but suddenly Tyler was beside her, one hand resting on his belt, eyes locked on the twister.

“Good launch,” he said casually, as if they weren’t staring down nature’s fist.

“I know.”

He glanced at her, then back at the storm. “This one’s different. Got a weird read on it earlier—Dex said it might rope, but it’s got a wrap-around forming too. Could be a multiple vortex.”

“I saw,” she replied, still typing commands. “That’s why I launched early. Better chance of catching the funnel dynamics before it gets messy.”

He was quiet for a second, then said, “You always this calm?”

“No. Just better at hiding the panic.”

He smiled at that. “You’ve changed since last season.”

She paused. “People do that when they survive things.”

That sobered him. She could feel the weight of his gaze shift, but she didn’t look up.

“Meant to say earlier,” he said, after a beat. “That last run over in Kansas? Your drone footage helped us make the warning call three minutes early. That saved people.”

She looked at him then, just briefly. “I didn’t do it to save you.”

He laughed. “Didn’t say you did.”

As the tornado began to drift eastward, losing momentum, RJ retrieved her drone data and watched as the storm slowly unwound into the sky. Around her, Tyler’s team celebrated—Boone whooping, Dani high-fiving Dexter, Lilly giving out bottled water to bystanders.

And RJ?

She stood in the dirt, heart still thundering in her chest, staring at the cloudless slice of sky left behind.

“You okay?” June asked quietly, coming up beside her.

RJ nodded slowly. “Yeah. I just… I always feel like I leave part of myself in the storm.”

June nudged her gently. “Maybe that’s not always a bad thing.”

RJ didn’t answer. Her eyes flicked back to the red truck. Tyler was watching her. Just for a moment. Not smiling. Just watching.

Then he turned back to his crew.

End.

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[moonsickagain]

PLEASE share your funky wttt gender headcanons :D

FDHGFBADJKHSKJ ILOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU /P

anyway.

HC's below the cut (this is a long one boys) [IF YOU HAVE ANY XENO SUGGESTIONS FOR MY BABIES PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME [FOR LITERALLY ANY OF THEM!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!]]

Alabama [he/they] - Demiboy Transmasculine

Alaska [he/it/moth/nor/pup/they] - Transmasculine Demigender Xenic (Catcolpuffic, Dogboygender, Drowsygender, Genderblanket, Lulovien, Moosegender, Mothgender, Pawsgender, Plosewial, Remissious, Sleepyleite, Soporcomfic, Sweatermasc, Warmgenderblanket*)

Arizona [he/they] - Libramasculine Transfeminine Boy

Arkansas [he/they] - Nonbinary

California [Any Pronouns] - Transfeminine Genderfluid Demiboygirlthing

Colorado [he/ski/they/cloud/mountain/snow/fluff] - Xenic Trans Man (Ariemonic, Cryobunnic, Cryocattic, Frostmasc, Icestormic)

Connecticut [she/he] - Transfem Man

Delaware [he/him] - Agender

Florida [he/it/they/she/zip/xe] - Pangender Genderweird Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Georgia [he/him] - Genderqueer

Hawai'i [they/she] - Demigirlflux

Idaho [they/he] - Demiboy

Illinois [he/they/xe] - Boything Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Indiana [they/he] - Demiboy

Iowa [he/him] - Cis Male

Kansas [they/he/it] - Genderqueer Femboy

Kentucky [he/him] - Cis Male

Louisiana [he/they] - Demiboy Genderqueer

Maine [Any Pronouns] - Pangender Transfem

Maryland [Any Pronouns] - Trans Woman Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Massachusetts [he/him] - Secret Gender /j [Genderfaun]

Michigan [he/him] - Genderfluid Autigender Xenic (Blaunauic, Chaosgender, Clowngender, Cufemian, Coldgender, Evilclownic, Menacegender, Musegender, Pincusmic, Prettygender, Softqualix)

Minnesota [he/they/she] - Genderfluid Transfeminine Xenic (Amocatix, Anlomeltic, Catgender, Comfnightgender*, Cutegender, Cutehorror, Gorrorhospic, Horrificutegender, Lovelettic, Lunaboy, Magicamoric, Magicattic, Pinkplanetary, Poromantian, Shycatgender, Starcatgirlgender, Verpgoris, AND LITERALLY ANY SLIME RANCHER RELATED XENOGENDER)

Mississippi [he/him] - Cis Male

Missouri [he/they] - Transfem Demiboy

Montana [he/they/it] - Twospirit

Nebraska [he/they/husk] - Deadboy

Nevada [he/it/they/she] - Boyflux Trans Man Xenic (No specifics in mind)

New Hampshire [Any Pronouns] - Girlflux

New Jersey [she/they] - Transfeminine

New Mexico [he/they] - Demiboy

New York [it/she/they] - Agendergirl

North Carolina [Ask Pronouns] - Genderflux

North Dakota [he/they] - Demiboy

Ohio [Ask Pronouns] - Genderfluid Transfem

Oklahoma [he/him] - Questioning

Oregon [he/they] - Boything Genderqueer

Pennsylvania [he/him] - Genderapathetic

Rhode Island [he/she/celeste/taurus/sirius] - Genderqueer Xenic (Genderfuck, Stargender, Staricangel, Tauragender)

South Carolina [he/they] - Transmasc

South Dakota [he/they/she] - Demiboy Demigirl Bigender Xenic (Aterpolillic, Auraunpollic, Cabbagemamesic, Caepolillic, Flapolillic, Greymothic, Mothneut, Nivpolillic, Primrosemothic, Rubpolillic, Viripolillic (etc.))

Tennessee [they/he] - Demimasculine

Texas [she/xe] - Trans Woman (no xenos but she is a wolf therian BECAUSE I SAY SO)

Utah [he/him] - Cis Male

Vermont [he/him] - Trans Man

Virginia [it/its] - Trans Woman

Washington [he/they/moth] - Transmasculine Demiboy

West Virginia [he/they/moth/night/dark] - Demimasculine Xenic (Mothmangender )

Wisconsin [he/him] - Cis Male

Wyoming [they/them] - Nonbinary Twospirit

and bonus non-states because i want to!!!

DC [he/him] - Trans Man

District of Columbia [Ask Pronouns] - Genderfluid

CDC [ey/they/he] - Xenic Trans Man (Cleancoric, Rosamistica, Strawblainberic)

Government [Any Pronouns] - Agender

IDC [sh*/h*r] - Cis Female Xenic (Galaxyfeminine, Narcfem)

National Guard [he/him] - Cis Male

anyway thank you for reading i love you all so much <3 /p

\* can't find the source but i have the flag :sob:

[just-another-anonomus]

"that's it you're going to purple Oklahoma"

Starting a thread of weird shit I say

"I won't take part in chicken racism, or any racism for that matter."

[r0s3s-ang3l]

Heyy!! Remember when I was going to show y'all my OC? Well! Here y'all go! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her profile about her:

Name: Brielle Soo-Yun Cheong

Nicknames: Bri, Ella, Elle, Bri-Elie, Elie,

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 16

From: Seoul/South Korea

At now: Tulsa Oklahoma (With the gang ofc <3)

Single or Taken?: Taken

Birthday: March 12th

Ethnicity: White/very pale. (She is American, Korean, And Japanese)

Family

Mother: Hye-Rim Cheong (In South Korea)

Father: Young-Min Kim (In South Korea)

Siblings: Unknown

(Her Mother and Father are emotionally abusive so that's why she is in Tulsa)

Looks

Hair: Long, Black, Straight.

Eyes: Doe, Adorable, Deep, Ocean, Brown.

Body type: Skinny, But thick thighs.

Height: 4'10-4'11

Aesthetic: Girly, Coquette.

Face/Makeup: Clean girl look (Example)

Extra: She has a small heart tattoo on her hand and some scars on her wrist from her past sh issues.. And she also has a small stud piercing on her nose and heart stud earrings in her ears.

Likes and Dislikes and Personality

Likes: Fluffy Baby animals (Bunnies, Bears, Deers, Turtles, Cats, Puppies etc.), Coloring, Baking/Cooking (Helps Darry sometimes while making dinner), Drawing, Physical touch, Sunrises, Hello Kitty/Sanrio, K-Pop, Tiktok.

Dislikes: Getting hurt, Vomit, being sick, Socs (duh-), Thunderstorms, being yelled at (Reminds her of her childhood.), Peas.

Personality: Kind, Gentle, Adorable, Caring, Cuddly, Funny, Shy, Anxious at times (Meeting new ppl, ect.), can be a badass when she wants to, sassy.

Health and Mental issues/health

Shes pretty healthy!

She smokes once in a blue moon; she vapes a lot though.

She has OCD and has sensory issues and overloads. And undiagnosed autism.

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This is an example of what she looks like:

(Example)

I can't draw to save my life- Sooo.. If someone or one of y'all want to draw her for me, you can if you like!!

[lonepackofwolves]

idk why but i feel compelled to share the story pf a friend from highschool on here

TW for... idk homophobia, sh, just a lot of shit. We love a vent post but this is kind of like. Idk a memorial.

We all called him Rev; he wore a cross necklace and a button down. We kind matched in that way, although i wore mine unbuttoned. He was two years below me in high school and we were both on the robotics team. Everyone compared the two of us- our ambition, enthusiasm, general unrestrained zeal for life in the smallest stuff. And we were both avid christians all through highschool. I found him a little annoying, in the way youd expect two kids who are always compared to find each other annoying. He was awkward and dorky like me, he shared traits that i was taught to hate in myself but he also shared many traits which i have since come to love.

We went to this competition for robotics, and Rev, me, and my best friend who i had the biggest fucking crush on. And we talked about a lot- the late night kind of stuff. But then being gay came up, and my best friend and Rev took up the position that being gay was wrong. And in the person who had so much in common with me, i recognized the self hatred we were taught. I *knew* he was gay, too. And i pleaded that love couldnt be a sin, that the bible was translated that way as part of a political project. And he stuttered for a second, and i thought he might cry.

3 years later i got an email from my robotics team coach. Rev's funeral, an invite. I sat there for a second. I went to the funeral. And the church was packed. Family, the robotics team, his boy scout troop, his friendgroup, other people he touched. The room was full of people he loves. And i found out how he died. Suicide. His dad shared a story about how Rev took the shirt off of his own back to keep someone warm in the chilly oklahoma winter. I wanted to go up to his dad. Tell him about that night in the hotel room, where we argued about the ethics of love. I wanted him to know that his son held so rigidly to the idea that being gay was a sin and the good ol Christian Morality that he killed himself. But i couldnt. I just sat there.

Idk what the point of this story was i just needed to share it.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Dick is sinti,Jason is ethiopian/congolese and a third gen dominican-american inmigrant on both his parents side,Tim is cherokee and Janet moved from a reservation in Oklahoma to Gotham for college,Cass is chinese monoracial/mainland chinese and thinks Hong Kong should be abolished,Stephanie is jamaican/south korean-american with a love for bubble waffles and ube food,Duke is a hood kid and was The Outlaws' Robin and him and Jason are eachother's Robin forever as said by Jason himself to his face and Damian is half white on Bruce's side,half palestinian-chinese on Talia's side and nobody's lil sh*tacon.And Cass and Stephanie are dating and they're all trans audhd and alt except Dick who just has swag.Glob-bless them