#troy alabama

[bisexualpixiebabe]

My sister's favorite movie in the whole world is Troy. So all her reference of the Trojan War and the story of Achilles comes from Troy. In that movie, they made Achilles and Patroclus cousins instead of ya know, gay lovers. I recommended she read Song of Achilles since she loves Troy so much so the entire time she thought they were cousins. She finally had to ask me if she was correctly picking up gay vibes because things were getting weird for her from ya know, the gayest couple from Greek mythology.

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American Auto Trail-Troy Highway (Luverne to Troy AL)

American Auto Trail-Troy Highway (Luverne to Troy AL) https://youtu.be/G6eb1SOWWGU This American auto trail begins in Luverne, Alabama, and travels a low ridge between Patsaliga Creek and the Conecuh River.

[persolaise]

Coty Infiniment review - various perfumers; 2024

My thoughts on the new Infiniment range from Coty

— My first encounter with this much-hyped range was at a launch event in London last year. As far as these shindigs go, it was one of the less easily comprehensible. The speeches ranged from hollow to opaque. There was ‘entertainment’ in the form of perplexing dances that had been devised as interpretations of a few of the perfumes. And the only opportunity to smell the scents themselves was in…

[porcelainapparition]

Selma, Alabama

Troy, Alabama

built in 1904

[1americanconservative]

@elonmusk

These awful people all need to be voted out, either in the primaries or the general election. They sully the Capitol Building with their presence.

THESE ARE THE 158 DEMOCRATS WHO VOTED AGAINST DEPORTING SEX OFFENDERS Alabama: -Terri Sewell California: -Pete Aguilar -Ami Bera -Julia Brownley -Salud Carbajal -Tony Cárdenas -Judy Chu -Jim Costa -Mark DeSaulnier -John Garamendi -Robert Garcia -Sylvia Garcia -Jimmy Gomez -Jared Huffman -Ro Khanna -Sydney Kamlager-Dove -Barbara Lee -Ted Lieu -Zoe Lofgren -Doris Matsui -Kevin Mullin -Grace Napolitano -Nancy Pelosi -Katie Porter -Linda Sánchez -Adam Schiff -Brad Sherman -Norma Torres -Mike Thompson -Maxine Waters Colorado: -Jason Crow -Diana DeGette -Brittany Pettersen -Joe Neguse Connecticut: -Rosa DeLauro -John Larson -James Himes Delaware: -Lisa Blunt Rochester Florida: -Kathy Castor -Sheila Cherfilus-McCormick -Lois Frankel -Maxwell Frost -Darren Soto -Frederica Wilson -Debbie Wasserman Schultz Georgia: -Sanford D. Bishop Jr. -Lucy McBath -Henry “Hank” Johnson -Nikema Williams -David Scott Hawaii: -Ed Case -Jill Tokuda Illinois: -Sean Casten -Danny Davis -Jesús “Chuy” Garcia -Jonathan Jackson -Raja Krishnamoorthi -Robin Kelly -Delia Ramirez -Janice Schakowsky -Mike Quigley -Bill Foster -Brad Schneider -Lauren Underwood Indiana: -André Carson Kentucky: -Morgan McGarvey Louisiana: -Troy Carter Maine: -Chellie Pingree Maryland: -Steny Hoyer -Glenn Ivey -Kweisi Mfume -Jamie Raskin C.A. Dutch Ruppersberger -John Sarbanes -David Trone Massachusetts: -Jake Auchincloss -Katherine Clark -Bill Keating -Seth Moulton -Ayanna Pressley -Richard Neal -Lori Trahan -James McGovern Michigan: -Dan Kildee -Debbie Dingell -Rashida Tlaib -Shri Thanedar -Haley Stevens Minnesota: -Betty McCollum -Ilhan Omar -Dean Phillips Mississippi: -Bennie Thompson Missouri: -Cori Bush -Emanuel Cleaver New Hampshire: -Ann Kuster New Jersey: -Andy Kim -Rob Menendez -Donald Norcross -Bonnie Watson Coleman -Frank Pallone New Mexico: -Melanie Stansbury -Teresa Leger Fernandez New York: -Jamaal Bowman -Adriano Espaillat -Hakeem Jeffries -Yvette Clarke -Gregory Meeks -Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez -Jerrold Nadler -Nydia Velázquez -Paul Tonko -Dan Goldman -Ritchie Torres -Grace Meng -Joseph Morelle North Carolina: -Alma Adams -Valerie Foushee -Deborah Ross Ohio: -Shontel Brown -Joyce Beatty -Greg Landsman Oregon: -Earl Blumenauer -Suzanne Bonamici -Valerie Hoyle Pennsylvania: -Madeleine Dean -Mary Scanlon -Summer Lee Rhode Island: -Gabe Amo South Carolina: -James Clyburn Tennessee: -Steve Cohen Texas: -Greg Casar -Veronica Escobar -Joaquin Castro -Sylvia Garcia -Lloyd Doggett -Lizzie Fletcher -Al Green -Jasmine Crockett -Marc Veasey Vermont: -Becca Balint Virginia: -Donald Beyer -Gerald Connolly -Jennifer McClellan -Bobby Scott Washington: -Suzan DelBene -Derek Kilmer -Rick Larsen -Marilyn Strickland -Pramila Jayapal Wisconsin: -Gwen Moore -Mark Pocan Source: Newsweek

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Troy, Alabama

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So the Republicans are trying to shut down the government to damage their own states so that they make the Democrats look bad before the election… Is that the game plan they’re going with?

Here is the full list of Republicans who voted against the stopgap bill to prevent a government shutdown in September 2024:

Indiana: James R. Baird, Jim Banks, Rudy Yakym III, Victoria Spartz

Ohio: Troy Balderson, Warren Davidson, Jim Jordan, Max L. Miller

Florida: Aaron Bean, Gus M. Bilirakis, Kat Cammack, Byron Donalds, Matt Gaetz, Anna Paulina Luna, Cory Mills, Bill Posey, Michael Waltz, Daniel Webster

Texas: Michael Cloud, Tony Gonzales, Lance Gooden, Morgan Luttrell, Nathaniel Moran, Chip Roy, Keith Self, Randy Weber Sr., Beth Van Duyne, Roger Williams

Arizona: Andy Biggs, Elijah Crane, Paul A. Gosar, Debbie Lesko, David Schweikert

North Carolina: Dan Bishop

Colorado: Lauren Boebert

Illinois: Mike Bost, Mary E. Miller, Darin LaHood

Oklahoma: Josh Brecheen

Tennessee: Tim Burchett, John W. Rose, Andrew Ogles

Missouri: Eric Burlison

Georgia: Andrew S. Clyde, Mike Collins, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Richard McCormick

Utah: John R. Curtis

South Carolina: Jeff Duncan, Russell Fry, Nancy Mace, Ralph Norman, William R. Timmons IV

Kansas: Ron Estes, Tracey Mann

Mississippi: Mike Ezell, Michael Guest, Trent Kelly

Iowa: Randy Feenstra

Minnesota: Brad Finstad, Michelle Fischbach

Idaho: Russ Fulcher

Virginia: Bob Good, H. Morgan Griffith

Wyoming: Harriet M. Hageman

Maryland: Andy Harris

Louisiana: Clay Higgins

Pennsylvania: John Joyce, Scott Perry

West Virginia: Alexander X. Mooney

California: Tom McClintock

Kentucky: Thomas Massie

Montana: Matthew M. Rosendale Sr.

New York: Claudia Tenney

Wisconsin: Thomas P. Tiffany, Derrick Van Orden

New Jersey: Jefferson Van Drew

Alabama: Barry Moore, Gary J. Palmer

Arkansas: Bruce Westerman

Why is this important to me? I would have been out of a job. Government contractors would rather cut you and rehire you for less pay or benefits. Also, if I miss 1 or 2 paychecks I will be homeless.

[troywagner]

I was telling my friend abt some of the locations used in Marble Hornets and he said “ITS REAL?” so Troy is Alabama real? Be honest

No but it’s a very convincing computer generated simulation

[edgarapoecolouredglasses]

Little mastermind || Troy alone

You know the drill

THE GIF IS NOT MINE

Pairing: Troy Otto/Reader

Summary: Troy’s adventure after he leaves PADRE

Part: EXTRA

Masterlist

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The hum of the truck’s engine was the only sound breaking the silence of the dead world around Troy. He’d been driving for hours, the scenery an endless blur of dirt roads and overgrown highways.

He’d passed a sign a little while back ‘Welcome to Sweet Home Alabama’ but he almost missed it as he drove faster than he ever had. Courtesy of the lack of traffic.

His eyes were heavy, his mind scattered, but he kept going.

His destination felt physically as distant as it did in his mind. For the speed at which he was driving, it sure seemed like he had covered no distance at all.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth upon thinking of his destination. Home.

The thought of it made his chest tighten, and for a brief moment, he reached over to the passenger seat, where his worn journal sat. The cover was cracked, the pages dog-eared, filled with a history that only he knew, and experiments that led to nothing at all. He flipped it open, the familiar scrawl of his own handwriting greeting him.

He hadn’t touched the small notebook since the ranch got overrun. And now his mind got overrun by memories of his brother.

Jake’s face was vivid in his mind. Those pale blue eyes, the kindness he carried even in the face of chaos. ‘Always the hero, weren’t you?’ Troy’s jaw clenched at the thought. He had wanted to be like Jake once, show him what lengths he was willing to go to for the ranch, but everything fell apart.

He had been the one to ruin it all. That herd… the chaos he unleashed… it had killed his brother. The guilt gnawed at him, festering like a wound that never healed.

A rattling noise pulled him from his thoughts, followed by the faintest puff of smoke trailing behind the truck.

Troy furrowed his brow, glancing down at the dashboard. The engine light blinked ominously. He eased off the gas and stopped in the middle of the road. The truck sputtered for a moment longer before going silent.

“Come on, not now,” he muttered to himself, pushing the door open and stepping out into the dry prairie heat.

He popped the hood, the familiar stench of burning oil hitting his nose immediately. The engine was caked with grime, the oil dripping from the pan, forming small black puddles underneath the truck.

Troy crouched down to inspect it closer, but it didn’t take long to confirm his suspicions—the motor oil needed a long overdue change.

He cursed under his breath. This wasn’t something he could fix, he didn’t have the spare oil for it.

Kicking the tire in frustration, he took a step back, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Damn piece of shit,”

He could feel the prairie closing in around him, the sun setting fast.

His eyes scanned the landscape, but there was nothing—no sign of life, no structures, nothing but endless stretches of wasteland.

‘Too far to turn back. Too far to keep going on foot.’

The exhaustion, the weight of it all, crashed down on him. He leaned against the hood of the truck, wiping a hand over his face.

It all felt so… meaningless. He’d promised Y/N that he’d come back, that he’d find a way to return after finishing what he needed to. But now, stranded in the middle of nowhere, those promises felt like lies.

He wouldn’t even be able to get to Broke Jaw in the first place.

That’s when he heard it—a distant zooming carried on the wind. He looked up, squinting into the distance, and there they were, barely visible on the horizon: a herd of walkers, their shapes dark against the orange sky.

Without thinking, Troy grabbed his machete from the truck and started walking toward them. His heart pounded harder, his breath quickening. He knew better than to fight them, but that didn’t stop him.

As he drew closer, he could see them more clearly now. A little more than a dozen of them, stumbling in mindless unison like sheep, driven by nothing but hunger. They were the embodiment of everything he despised about this world. And yet, they were the only thing that made sense to him right now.

His feet moved faster, his grip tightening around the handle of his weapon. There was a reckless energy building inside him, a storm that he had been holding back for too long.

He didn’t have the time or place to take it out. Taking care of his daughter, taking care of Y/N, taking care of everyone but himself. And even if he did find the time to rage out, he couldn’t risk anyone in the group seeing it. They would be frightened, they would know exactly what he was.

But there was no one to take care of now, just Troy, with all the freedom to be what he was.

As the first walker noticed him, its head snapped in his direction, mouth agape with a nasty moan. It stumbled forward, arms outstretched.

Troy didn’t wait. He lunged, the machete plunging into its skull with a satisfying crunch. The walker collapsed instantly, and Troy didn’t pause to catch his breath. Another one came at him, its decaying hands clawing for his jacket.

One after another, they fell.

Each kill was personal, each strike more vicious than the last. Blood splattered his hands, his clothes, but he didn’t care. With each walker that hit the ground, the anger inside him flared hotter.

‘This is what you wanted, right?’ His mind taunted him. ‘To be a hero like your brother? To prove yourself?’

It was as if he was punishing himself for being him, forcing his body to keep going, pushing himself past the point of exhaustion.

And then, after what felt like hours, it was over.

The last walker crumpled to the ground, its skull split open, and Troy stood there, panting heavily, surrounded by the mangled bodies. His hands trembled as he wiped the blood from his blade.

The landscape was eerily silent now, save for the soft rustling of the wind over the corpses.

Troy’s chest heaved as he stared down at the carnage he had created.

He sank to his knees, the weight of it all finally crashing down. The truth he had been avoiding since he left PADRE settled in.

He wasn’t going to make it to Broke Jaw Ranch. And there was very little chance to begin with.

And even if he did, what then? Jake was still gone. Everything he had been fighting for, all the plans, all the promises… they were just echoes of a past that didn’t exist anymore.

How could he think that Tracy could ever have a normal childhood. Normal didn’t exist anymore, and it wouldn’t ever again.

Troy pressed his hands into the dirt, the dry earth crumbling beneath his fingers.

“Oh, it’s a beautiful thing,” he mumbled ever so softly. A whisper that, even in the loud silence, couldn’t be heard

The ranch, the people he left behind—it all felt distant now, as if it belonged to someone else’s story. He had promised to come back, but deep down, he knew he wasn’t going to keep that promise.

He was poison. And Tracy and Y/N were both better off without him.

“It’s a beautiful, beautiful thing,”

Troy stood up slowly, wiping the dirt and blood from his hands. His body ached, his mind was numb, but he forced himself to move.

He walked back toward the truck, his steps heavy.

The engine wasn’t going to run for long. He had known that the moment the light blinked on. But, even if the truck had been in perfect condition, he wasn’t sure he wanted to keep driving all the way to the ranch.

The ranch would be there, waiting, but it wasn’t calling him anymore.

He climbed onto the hood of the truck, sitting in the fading light, staring out at the horizon. The walkers were gone, the road stretched endlessly before him, but he stayed put. For the first time, maybe ever, he wasn’t running toward something or away from anything.

Troy leaned back against the windshield, closing his eyes. The journey was over, even if he hadn’t made it where he wanted to go.

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The sun was barely above the horizon when Troy cleaned himself off by the side of a nearby stream. The water felt refreshing.

He changed into a fresh pair of clothes from his bag and took a deep breath, ready to face whatever came next.

He needed motor oil, and there was only one way to get it; by searching the small, run-down town he had spotted a few miles back. As he climbed into the truck, it groaned under its own weight, the engine refusing to start.

With a sigh, Troy grabbed his backpack and set off on foot toward the town, determined to find what he needed to keep going to his destination, even if he wasn’t sure where that was anymore.

The streets of the town were eerily quiet when he arrived, all of the buildings abandoned and boarded up.

As he rounded a corner, he heard a voice—faint at first, but growing more desperate.

“Help! Please, sir help!”

Troy froze for a moment, instinctively scanning his surroundings. A young man stumbled out from an alley, his face pale with fear, his hands shaking.

“Please… you’ve got to help me,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “She’s bleeding. She’s… I don’t know what to do!”

Troy raised an eyebrow, still on guard. He’d learned the hard way that these kind of situations often led to traps. But something about the man’s frantic expression made him pause.

“Who’s ‘she’?” Troy asked, his tone flat but curious.

“Bluebonnet. That’s what she calls herself. She’s… inside one of the shops. She’s hurt bad—bleeding real bad.”

He had a thick southern accent. He was from around and Troy could tell. Not necessarily useful information, but interesting to know.

He remembered Y/N telling him once, that Bluebonnets only grow in Texas. Also not useful information, but it reminded him of her, so he chose to linger on the thought.

Troy’s mind flashed back to Y/N and everything she’d taught him. How many times had she drilled into him the importance of staying calm, of thinking through situations instead of rushing in headfirst?

He met the young man’s wide eyes, taking a steadying breath. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Beau, sir,” the boy stammered, his voice shaky.

“Alright, Beau,” Troy said, nodding once. “Here’s what you’re going to do. Go into that clothing store over there.” He pointed to a shop across the street, its windows still mostly intact. “Grab as much fabric as you can—shirts, scarves, whatever you can find. We’re going to need something to stop the bleeding.”

Beau nodded rapidly, relief washing over his face. “Okay, okay, I’ll—thank you! Thank you!”

Without wasting another second, Beau darted toward the clothing store, disappearing inside. Troy took a deep breath, steadying his nerves before turning toward the shop where this Bluebonnet supposedly was.

He approached it cautiously, pushing the door open with his foot. The interior was dimly lit, shelves overturned, dust thick in the air. It smelled of old wood and decay. His eyes quickly scanned the room—and then they froze.

There, slumped against a wall, clutching her bleeding shoulder, was someone whose face he knew all too well.

Alicia.

Troy’s heart lurched in his chest, his blood turning to ice. Alicia looked up, her eyes widening in shock the moment she recognized him.

For a split second, they just stared at each other.

But then Alicia’s survival instincts kicked in. She tried to reach for her gun, but as soon as she let go of her wound, blood spurted out, staining her clothes even more.

Troy’s breath caught in his throat, rage bubbling to the surface as he instinctively grabbed his own gun and pointed it at her face.

It was her fault.

Everything had gone to hell because of her. Serena died because of Alicia’s reckless beliefs.

Troy’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his gun, memories of finding Serena in her last moments flashing before his eyes.

He had let Alicia get away once before. He wasn’t sure if he could do that again.

Alicia’s chest heaved as she struggled to stop the bleeding, her eyes locked on Troy’s. She wasn’t scared—she was furious, defiant even in her pain.

She saw a red image of Troy attacking and almost killing her years back.

“You’re really going to do it this time, hm?” she spat, her voice weak but still laced with venom.

Troy’s jaw clenched, his finger twitching against the trigger.

Most of him wanted to pull it, to end it once and for all, to make her pay for what she had done. But the other part—the part that Y/N’s voice had planted in his head—hesitated.

“Serena is dead because of you,” he said coldly, his voice low and dangerous. “You destroyed everything, Alicia. You ruined it all.”

Alicia stared at him, her face hardening. “I didn’t kill Serena, Troy. The world did. We all lost people. You’re not the only one.”

But that wasn’t enough for him. It would never be enough. He had watched Serena die—watched her slip away, all because of Alicia’s kumbaya bullshit. And now, after all these years, here she was, bleeding out in front of him. It would be so easy to end it.

The pain, the anger, the loss—it all came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm him.

But then… he heard Y/N’s voice in his head.

‘Troy, think. Don’t be rash.’

Troy blinked, his vision clearing as he looked at Alicia again.

‘Look at the man that you’ve become, Troy’

With a frustrated groan, he lowered the gun, letting it hang loosely by his side.

Alicia’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting him to show mercy. She didn’t say anything, though. She just let out a shaky breath, still pressing her hand against her wound.

“Beau!” Troy shouted toward the door, his voice echoing in the empty shop.

Moments later, Beau rushed in, his arms full of fabric.

Troy turned to him, his face hard but controlled. “We’re going to stop the bleeding. Help me.”

Beau nodded quickly, moving to Alicia’s side. Together, they tore strips of fabric, pressing them tightly into her shoulder to stem the bleeding. Alicia hissed in pain but didn’t say anything. She just watched Troy, her expression confused.

Once they had stopped the bleeding for the most part, Troy stood up, stepping back as Beau continued to tend to her.

“Beau,” Troy said, his voice steady, “I need you to find some alcohol and petroleum jelly. There’s gotta be some in one of the other shops.”

Beau hesitated, glancing between Alicia and Troy before nodding. “Got it. I’ll check the pharmacy down the street.”

Troy watched as the young man slipped out of the shop, the door creaking behind him.

Once they were alone, Troy grabbed a nearby bottle of water, pouring it over Alicia’s wound to clean out the dirt and debris. His hands moved methodically, the actions almost automatic as he thought back to Y/N and everything she had taught him about first aid. He could almost hear her voice guiding him through each step. ‘Make sure you stop the bleeding first’… ‘clean the wound next’…

Alicia winced slightly but said nothing, her gaze fixed on a distant spot on the wall. She was too drained to speak, too drained to acknowledge the tension hanging between them.

“I didn’t do this for you,” Troy muttered, his voice low as he stared down at her. “I did it because I’m not who I used to be.”

Just as she’s about to respond, a sudden, piercing scream tore through the quiet. It was unmistakable—Beau.

Troy’s head snapped up, his heart pounding as he turned toward the window. His breath caught in his throat as he saw it; Beau, struggling outside, a walker sinking its teeth into his arm as he fought to push it away.

“Damn it,” Troy cursed under his breath, his hands instinctively going for his gun.

Without hesitation, he sprinted out of the shop, leaving a helpless Alicia behind as he raced toward the scene. The sound of the walker’s groaning mixed with Beau’s frantic yells.

Troy raised his gun, aiming at the walker’s head. The shot rang out, precise and final. The walker crumpled to the ground, but Beau was already on his knees, clutching his wounded arm, his face pale with fear and shock.

Troy crouched beside him, quickly pulling Beau’s hand away to assess the bite. His jaw clenched. There was no doubt—it was bad.

“Let me see it,” Troy muttered, trying to keep his voice calm, even though his mind was racing.

Beau’s eyes filled with panic, his breath coming in short, terrified gasps. “I—I can’t—what do we do?”

Troy didn’t answer right away. His mind was spinning with memories of Y/N, of her steady hands, her calm in the face of chaos. He’d seen bites before, he knew what this meant. But still, he couldn’t just let this kid die without trying something.

He turned to look at him. Beau couldn’t have been more than 21 years old, too young to die like this.

“We’re going to take care of it,” Troy said, his voice steady even as his gut twisted. “Hold still.”

With one quick motion, Troy tore his machete from his belt. He didn’t have time to think about the consequences—he just acted. He positioned the blade just above the bite, giving Beau one last, hard look.

“This is going to hurt like hell,” Troy warned, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

‘Squelch’ the sound was sickening as it rang through the air.

As Troy’s machete sliced through Beau’s arm in one fluid movement, a flood of memories hit him like a tidal wave. The sight of blood, the desperate need to save a life—it all brought him back to that fateful day with Jake.

‘Squelch’

His older brother had been lying there, pale and weak, after being bitten. Nick had taken the same drastic measure, trying to save him.

‘Squelch’

But Jake hadn’t made it. He couldn’t survive the fever, the blood loss… the cruelty of the world they lived in.

‘Squelch’

Troy’s hands faltered for a brief second, the weight of the memory threatening to crush him. He had watched helplessly as his brother had slipped away, his final moments filled with pain and regret. Back then, it had been too late.

But not this time.

Beau’s cries of agony snapped Troy back to the present. His grip on the knife tightened as he pushed the memory of Jake away. He couldn’t let this kid die. He wouldn’t let him die. Beau had a chance. There was still hope.

“You’re going to be alright,” Troy muttered under his breath, though it felt like he was saying it more to himself than Beau.

Blood poured from the wound, and Troy quickly grabbed a belt from his pack, using it to tie a makeshift tourniquet around the stump to slow the bleeding. He worked fast, his movements automatic.

Beau’s breathing was ragged, his face pale from shock and blood loss, but he was still conscious. “Sir…” Beau whimpered, his voice weak and trembling. “Am I… am I gonna turn?”

“No.” Troy’s voice was firm, unyielding. “You’re not turning.”

As Troy finished tying the tourniquet, he glanced up at the sky for a moment, his thoughts drifting to Jake again in a cruel full-circle moment.

He was doing what he couldn’t do for his brother.

Troy looked down at Beau, who was trembling but alive. “You’re going to make it,” Troy said. He didn’t care if Beau believed it yet—Troy was going to make it true.

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The next morning, Alicia woke slowly, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light of dawn filtering through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. She blinked a few times, trying to shake the fog of sleep from her mind. Her body ached, her shoulder throbbing dully beneath the bandage. As she turned her head, the first thing she saw was Beau lying a few feet away, motionless.

For a split second, panic gripped her. But then she noticed the rise and fall of his chest, steady and calm. His face was pale, and his arm was tightly bound where Troy had amputated it the night before. His breathing was even, though shallow, and the faint pulse in his neck was also shallow but stable. He was alive.

Alicia let out a small sigh of relief, her body sinking back against the makeshift cot beneath her. The bandage on her shoulder was tight but clean. She could feel the sting of alcohol and the faint scent of petroleum jelly. Troy had worked quickly to stabilize her, just as he had with Beau.

She glanced over at the spot where Troy had been sitting to rest after doing his best for them, expecting to see him, but he was gone. Her eyes searched the room, half-expecting to find him standing nearby, watching over them like the creep that he was.

Instead, there was only silence, broken occasionally by the soft rustle of the wind outside.

Alicia frowned. Where had he gone?

Suddenly, the distant roar of an engine broke the quiet. Alicia’s body tensed as she immediately glanced out the window.

Slowly, she pushed herself up from the cot, wincing at the dull ache in her shoulder, and made her way toward the door.

She opened it just in time to see a truck pull up. Dust swirled around its wheels as it skidded to a halt, the engine grumbling before turning off. She watched in quiet suspicion as the driver’s side door opened and Troy stepped out, his eyes scanning the area before locking onto her, but she couldn’t see it through the tint of his sunglasses.

“I went back to fix my truck,” Troy said finally, his voice low. “Thought I’d leave. But…”

Alicia crossed her arms, her expression guarded. “But?”

Troy shifted, running a hand through his hair before sighing. “I owe you an apology.”

That caught her off guard. She blinked, her brow furrowing as she waited for him to continue.

“For attacking you. For… everything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of years of guilt hanging in every word. “Serena’s death… it was because of me. I wasn’t there to protect her and I blamed you. I should never have done that.”

Alicia’s gaze softened for a second, but she held her guard. “Serena was remarkable,” she said quietly, acknowledging the pain they both shared. “I’m sorry too. For what happened to her.”

A long silence followed, the memories of the past creeping into the present. But Alicia wasn’t sure what to make of him now. He’d saved her, but she still didn’t know if he would kill her at any moment because he was still Troy.

Troy broke the silence again, his voice quieter this time. “Where did you get the idea that your mom was dead?”

Alicia frowned, her defenses rising once more. “I saw her… I saw her get locked in that stadium. The fire…”

Troy shook his head, stepping closer. “She’s not dead, Alicia. She’s alive. I’ve seen her.”

Alicia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“She’s alive,” Troy repeated. “She’s at a place called PADRE, you’ve probably heard of it. It’s where Y/N is. They have doctors there. They can help Beau. They can help you.”

Alicia stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. Her mind raced back to the last time she had seen her mother—trapped, burning, and there was nothing Alicia could do. How could she be alive?

“You’re lying,” Alicia muttered, shaking her head. “There’s no way.”

Troy looked at her, his gaze steady, unwavering. “I’m not lying. You can come with me, and you’ll see for yourself. We should to leave soon. It’s not safe here and Beau needs help.”

This was too much, too fast. Her mother—alive? After everything? But the way Troy spoke, the certainty in his voice, made it hard to dismiss.

“I appreciate your help, Troy,” she said finally, her voice laced with uncertainty, “but I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Troy didn’t react the way she expected. He didn’t argue or push or abduct her. Instead, he simply nodded, a sad understanding flickering in his eyes.

Troy paused mid-step, hearing Alicia’s voice behind him. He sighed, not turning around just yet.

“I don’t understand,” Alicia said, her voice sharp. “Why would you dothis, Troy? What’s it to you?”

Troy froze, his back still to her. He clenched his jaw, willing himself to keep moving, to get back in his truck and leave, maybe find that house nearby PADRE after all.

But there was only one thing better than being near PADRE.

Slowly, he turned around to face her, trying to keep his expression neutral, as if he could brush her off with some half-hearted excuse.

“There’s nothing else to it,” he said with a shrug, trying to sound casual. “I just… want to reunite you with your mother. That’s all.”

Alicia crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at him. “No, it’s not. You don’t just do things out of the goodness of your heart, Troy. There’s more to it, and I want to know what it is.”

Troy clenched his jaw, trying to keep the façade up, to act like he was just doing a good deed. He had rehearsed this, convincing himself that if he could show up with Alicia, it would be enough.

“There’s nothing else to it,” Troy insisted, his voice tight. “I just… thought you’d want to see your mom. That’s it.”

Alicia raised an eyebrow, seeing right through him. “No, it’s not. There’s more to it, Troy.” She repeated “Why do you really want to bring me back to PADRE? What’s in it for you?”

Troy’s shoulders dropped slightly, and he looked away again, the tension building in his body. He could feel her eyes boring into him, and after a long moment, he sighed heavily.

“I can’t go back,” he admitted, his voice low, the words feeling heavy as they left his mouth. “I left PADRE because I had to… because Madison made it the only condition for my people to stay. For my daughter to stay. I had to leave.”

Alicia blinked, the pieces starting to come together. “Your daughter?”

Troy nodded, his face strained. “Yeah. Tracy. She’s there, at PADRE. Madison made it clear that the only way she’d let them stay was if I left.”

Alicia’s expression softened as she listened, hearing the rawness in his voice. The man she had fought, the man she had feared, suddenly felt far more human. “You left because of her?

Troy swallowed hard, his eyes flicking back to hers, filled with emotion he wasn’t used to showing. “And Y/N. And now I need to get back to them. I thought… maybe if I brought you to Madison, if I showed up with you, she might reconsider. She might let me come back.”

Alicia took a step back, trying to process it all. “You thought that showing up with we would somehow make her change her mind?”

Troy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, visibly frustrated but trying to keep his calm. He looked back at Alicia, who stood a few feet away from him, arms still crossed defensively.

“Look,” he started, his voice strained but measured, “I think you’d want to see your mother, Alicia.” He paused, searching her face for any flicker of agreement, but Alicia remained impassive.

Troy clenched his jaw and continued, “And I want to see my kid. I want to see Y/N.” His voice softened when he mentioned them, that rawness creeping back in. “So, it’s either we both win or none of us do. You don’t trust me, fine. But I know you owe me, and you know it too.”

Alicia’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I owe you?”

He nodded firmly. “Yeah. I saved your life. I didn’t have to. I could’ve left you bleeding to death, and believe me I really wanted to, but I didn’t.” His voice cracked faltered, though he pushed through it. “And I’m calling in that favor. Come with me. We both get something we need out of this.

“Why should I believe you?” Alicia finally asked, her voice low but sharp.

Troy didn’t flinch. “You shouldn’t. But this isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about you seeing your mom. And you can’t pretend like you don’t want to know for sure if she’s alive. If you walk away now, you’ll never know. Plus, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already.”

She had no reason to believe him, no reason to follow him—but the thought of her mother being alive, of seeing her again, was something she couldn’t shake.

Troy watched her, his eyes filled with quiet desperation. “It’s your call,” he said matter-of-factly, stepping back toward the truck. “But if we’re going to leave, it’s gotta be soon. Beau and you need treatment because I didn’t really know what I was doing yesterday. Y/N does ”

Alicia turned her face, glancing at Beau still resting inside the shop. Her thoughts swirled, but in the end, she knew what she needed to do.

“Fine,” she muttered, stepping forward, her face hard. “But this makes us even. And after that, I want nothing to do with you. Don’t think this makes us friends.”

Troy gave her a grim smile, nodding. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Thank you for reading! The next actual chapter will be out this week

I’m sorry if the car part is factually incorrect. I actually have no idea what happens if you neglect your oil change because I’m just a girl

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[spurgie-cousin]

There's no actual evidence of a Welsh prince coming to America. There was a legend of a traveling Welsh prince named Madoc who may have been based on a real person. The earliest record of him is a poem by Maredudd ap Rhys written sometime in the mid 15th century nearly 300 years after Madocs supposed death.

However the claim he traveled to the americas didn't appear until the mid 16th century and was created to bolster British claims to colonize the new world over those of Spain. There are also some historical sites and natural formations, like the devils backbone in Kentucky or "Welsh caves" in Alabama, that are attributed to Madoc or his descendents. But its much more likely these were created by indigenous people or natural phenomenon.

The "evidence" of Madoc coming to America is actually an adaption of a legendary figure into propaganda by Victorian England to justify colonization. Similar stories were told about King Arthur and Brutus of Troy conquering America to justify colonization. But there's no historical evidence of this happening.

It's fine to have fun with him as a character. But don't believe that this story is actual history.

It's less about who it was and more about the anthropological evidence that SOME kind of European communities that pre-dated Columbus by centuries likely merged with a few different native groups in more than one different area of the country, based on both native oral history and written observations of cultural and genetic distinction from surrounding tribes by early colonizers. There's just some weird things that lean towards them being Welsh, like a native language that was etymologically different than surrounding tribes and that could be partially understood by a Welsh speaker.

I would go into it more if this ask didn't just rub me the wrong way, what if I was just having fun with the story 😭? I am interested in the actual history of this particular one but folk tales are just something I like reading about, why is your first instinct to "but ACTUALLY" my shit and assume I don't understand the obscurity that is inherently part of all folk legends?

[logophile-18]

If you live in the USA.

North Carolina - Alma Adams, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Nydia Velazquez, Valerie Foushee

New York - Jamaal Bowman

Missouri - Cori Bush, Emanuel Cleaver

Indiana- André Carson

Texas - Greg Casar, Joaquin Castro, Veronica Escobar, Al Green, Lloyd Doggett

Florida - Maxwell Alejandro Frost

Illinois - Jesús "Chuy" Garcia, Johnathon Jackson, Delia Ramirez, Jan Schakowsky, Lauren Underwood, Sen. Richard Dubin

Washington - Pramila Jayapal

California - Barbara Lee, Maxine Waters, Mark DeSaulnier, John Garamendi, Robert Garcia, Sara Jacobs, Jared Huffman, Judy Chu, Ro Khanna, Tony Cárdenas

Pennsylvania - Summer Lee, Mary Gay Scanlan

Minnesota - Ilhan Omar, Betty McCollum, Dean Phillips

Massachusetts - Ayanna Pressley, James McGovern, Sen. Elizabeth Warren

Michigan - Rashida Tlaib, Debbie Dingell, Daniel Kildee

New Jersey - Bonnie Watson Coleman, Donald Payne Jr.

Wisconsin - Mark Pocan

Maryland - Kewisi Fume, Jamie Raskin

Virginia - Donald Beyer, Jennifer Weston

Arizona- Raul Grijalva

Georgia- Henry "Hank" Johnson, Nike Williams, Sanford Bishop Jr.

Vermont - Becca Balint, Sen. Peter Welch

New Mexico - Gabe Vasquez

Louisiana - Troy Carter

Mississippi - Bennie Thompson

Alabama - Terri Sewell

Colorado - Diana DeGette

Oregon - Sen. Jeffery Merkley

This is a list of all the senators and represenatives (61 as of December 7th) that have voted against Biden's campaign of giving the Israeli people more weapons to fight innocent Palestinians.

A big old thank you for these sensible people, doing what they can. A ceasefire is the bare minimum.

[love-and-hisses]

Line 'em up! Left to right: Janeway, Spock, Kirk, Troi and Kes. They are available for adoption; read below and email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info@ffhsv.org to inquire.

Forgotten Felines of Huntsville gives priority to those adopting two kittens together. If you are not interested in adopting two kittens, there MUST be a young cat in residence. (If you are looking for a single cat, Forgotten Felines has some adults who would do wonderfully in a single-cat household and would happily hook you up.)⁠ There are no bonded pairs in this litter - they'll all play/snuggle with whoever's closest. ⁠

They are scheduled for their spay/neuter surgeries on October 11th, and would be able to go home beginning a few days later.

The kitten(s) must be picked up in person in Huntsville, Alabama. Forgotten Felines does allow out of state adoptions but does not allow the transport of kittens/cats and our Kitten Delivery Drone is not yet perfected.⁠

EMAIL Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO (at) FFHSV.ORG to inquire. Leaving a comment on any social media post, whispering "I want that kitten" to a passing stranger, or giving your friend a knowing look is not considered an inquiry. EMAIL INFO@FFHSV.ORG

[creepywrites]

Nationalities

Jeff the Killer- Swedish, Italian, Västergötland

Liu- Swedish, Chinese, Västergötland

Ben- American, Alaska

Sally Dawn- Canadian, Ontario

Sam Williams- Canadian, American, Ontario

Milo the Electrocuted- Italian, Lombardy

Lulu- Vietnamese, Vĩnh Phúc

Clockwork- French, Normandy

Zero- British, American, New Jersey

Jane the killer- American, California

Jane Arkensaw- British, Lincolnshire

Vailly Evans- Chilean, Los Lagos

Nathan the nobody- Filipino, British, Berkshire

Crystal- Filipino, British, Berkshire

Eyeless Jack- Uganda, Kampala

Kate the chaser- Australian, Perth

Rouge- Canadian, Alberta

Wilson the basher- welsh, Conwy

X-virus- American, New Jersey

Lazari- Ukrainian, Kharkiv Oblast

Kaidy- French, Corsica

Stripes- American, Alabama

Senora- Spanish, Girona

Nina the killer- Mexican, American, Louisiana

Puppeteer- American, Mexican, California

Zachary- American, Colorado

Rosemary- American, Maine

Emra- Italian, American, sicilia

Bloody painter- Japanese, Chinese, Guangdong

Suicide Sadie- British, London

Judge angel- Chinese, Filipino, Guangdong

Nurse Ann- Taiwanese, taipei

Randy- Spanish, Álava

Sully- Indian, Tamil Nadu

Keith- Australian, Queensland

Troy- American, Louisiana

Dollmaker- Russian, Moscow

Svetlana- Russian, Siberia

Vicky genocidal- Canadian, Ontario

Hannah the killer- German, American, East Berlin

Lily Kennett- Ireland, Connacht

Hung iris- American, Illinois

Lifeless Lucy- British, Yorkshire

Legless Eliza- Portuguese, Évora

Mucky Child- American, Colorado

Lacy Morgan- British, American, Arizona

Asylum Nancy- American, Maine

Chris the revenant- German, American, Hessen

Monday child- Ukrainian, poltava

Laughing Jill- British, London

Laughing Jack- British, London

Toby- German, Bavaria

Lurking Lyra- German, Bavaria

Killing Kate- Costa Rican, Alajuela

Lost Silver- Japanese, Hokkaido

Cata the Killer- Polish, Lodz

Rotten Abigail- American, North Carolina

The Hare- American, Arizona

The Doll- Mexican, Hidalgo

Raven- French, Île-de

Anna schurks- Romanian, Bucharest

Weeping forest- Puerto Rico, Adjuntas

Nightmare Ally- German, East Berlin

Red Death- German, Greek, Saxony

Gas mask maid- El Salvador, Cuscatlan

Tim- American, Georgia

Jessica- American, polish, Arizona

Taylor- Native American, Maine

Ellie- Japanese, Canadian, Chubu

Labrador- Romanian, Arad

Moth boy- American, Louisiana

Starved angel- Irish, American, Texas

Sketcher- Indonesian, Russian, Ural

Sarah Erickson- Chinese, Canadian, Nova Scotia

Hannya- Japanese, Tokyo

Rosie- British. Coventry

Hunter the proxy- American, Texas

Doctor Irina- British, Devon

Deborah- American, California

Lucy the cannibal- American, Ohio

Andie Rosslyn- American, Iowa

[porcelainapparition]

Troy, Alabama

built in 1910

[goalhofer]

2024 New York Yankees Roster

Pitchers

#0 Marcus Stroman (Brookhaven, New York)*

#29 Clayton Beeter (North Richland Hills, Texas)**

#30 Luke Weaver (DeLand, Florida)

#35 Clay Holmes (Slocomb, Alabama)

#36 Clarke Schmidt (Acworth, Georgia)

#41 Tommy Kahnle (Colonie, New York)

#43 Jonathan Loáisiga (Managua, Nicaragua)

#45 Gerrit Cole (Orange, California)

#47 Victor González (Ciudad Tuxpan, Mexico)*

#55 Carlos Rodón (Holly Springs, North Carolina)

#56 Lou Trivino (Green Lane, Pennsylvania)

#57 Nick Burdi (Downers Grove Township, Illinois)*

#59 Scott Effross (Twinsburg, Ohio)

#64 Caleb Ferguson (Jefferson Township, Ohio)*

#65 Nestor Cortés; Jr. (Hialeah, Florida)

#71 Ian Hamilton (Vancouver, Washington)

#81 Luis Gil (Azua De Compostella, Dominican Republic)

#87 McKinley Moore (Houston, Texas)*

Catchers

#28 Austin Wells (Las Vegas, Nevada)

#39 Jose Trevino (Corpus Christi, Texas)

Infielders

#11 Anthony Volpe (Watchung, New Jersey)

#19 Jon Berti (Troy, Michigan)*

#25 Gleyber Torres (Santiago De León De Caracas, Venezuela)

#26 D.J. LeMahieu (Bloomfield Charter Township, Michigan)

#48 Anthony Rizzo (Parkland, Florida)

#91 Oswald Peraza (Barquisimeto, Venezuela)

Outfielders

#12 Trent Grisham (North Richland Hills, Texas)*

#14 Jahmai Jones (Peachtree Corners, Georgia)*

#22 Juan Soto; Jr. (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)*

#24 Alex Verdugo (Tucson, Arizona)*

#27 Giancarlo Stanton (Los Angeles, California)

#89 Jasson Domínguez (Esperanza, Dominican Republic)

#95 Oswaldo Cabrera (Gaurenas, Venezuela)

#99 Aaron Judge (San Joaquin County, California)

Coaches

Manager Aaron Boone (Villa Park, California)

Bench coach Brad Ausmus (New Haven, Connecticut)

Hitting coach James Rowson (Mt. Vernon, New York)

Assistant hitting coach Casey Dykes (Franklin, Tennessee)

Assistant hitting coach Pat Roessler (Phoenix, Arizona)

Pitching coach Matt Blake (Concord, New Hampshire)

Assistant pitching coach Desi Druschel (Vinton, Iowa)

Catching coach Tanner Swanson (Cle Elum, Washington)

Bullpen coach Mike Harkey (San Diego, California)

1B/infield coach Travis Chapman (Jacksonville, Florida)

3B/outfield coach Luis Rojas (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

[theartsyjuicebox]

Sticker preview for my sale next weekend! Come see me and @bardicwatercolorist and @illu-sarah at an art sale in Troy Alabama on the last weekend of April! There will be many others with cool stuff, too!