#welcome to fruit county

[hunterwritesstuff]

Yo! I'm Hunter! Welcome to my writing blog!

I am not answering asks about Mal at the moment, please respect that.

I'm twenty-one years old!!! Below is one of my sonas lol

I made a pinned post originally, but I'm rewriting it because it kinda sucks now!

Check out my BATIM AU askblog please, I BEG, asks have slowed down to fuckall and it's killing me, here's the link: https://batim-artists-rewrite-au.tumblr.com

Putting this first so people read it, here's the fandoms I write for:

Finding Frankie(I know y'all are starved)

Phighting

Mandela Catalogue Guardian Alternate AU(MY AU.)

DSAF(sometimes)

BATIM/BATDR(Boris is strictly platonic for my own personal comfort, same with the Butcher Gang unless it's like. their toon variants and not the fucked up ones.)

Welcome to Fruit County(Original story of mine lmao)

Bionicle

Rules:

BE AS SPECIFIC AS YOU PHYSICALLY CAN. I CANNOT READ YOUR MIND.

I can decline any request I don't feel comfortable writing. Tough luck.

If you repeat a request that I've said I'm uncomfortable with, I won't change my mind.

I'll do straight-up NSFW if you EXPLICITLY STATE YOU ARE OF AGE. IF YOU DON'T, I WON'T DO IT.

Specify if platonic, romantic, or familial.

I'll only do my own OC x Canon. Sorry I don't know your OC's extended lore, chances are I don't know you or your OC. Close friends are an exception to this rule.

Don't try to become my friend for special treatment.

I won't write rape fics.

I won't write cheating fics.

Specify if fic or headcanon.

Specify pronouns.

Use tone-tags when needed.

Be kind.

Don't ask me about my friends' projects. I won't spoil anything and this rule is for my own mental wellbeing. I have my fucking limits. Thanks.

If you ask "will you ever write for [insert fandom here]?" I will most likely not write for it because I'll feel pressured to write for it and it won't be fun anymore.

What I can/will write:

My OCs(please ask about them I will be very happy)

Gore fics(I need practice)

Character headcanons

X readers

My OCs x Canon

Angst

Hurt/comfort

AUs(examples: Coffee shop, Soulmate,crossover Etc) 

Yanderes(Don't date one of these IRL!!!)

heavy topics(IF YOU ASK ME TO ROMANTICIZE THESE I WILL COME FOR YOUR KNEECAPS) 

Platonic(this includes platonic yanderes) 

What I WON’T write:

Full-On Smut(I don’t feel confident enough with writing smut to do this, sorry!)

romanticizing sensitive topics

transphobia/homophobia

racism

suicide fics(I.E, characters finding you committed, I’m not comfy with that.)

abuse fics(Obviously.)

just anything problematic.

Sorry this is so long, wanted to set my boundaries, happy requesting/reading!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Winter's King 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

Note: this one came out of no where.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

It’s uncharacteristically grim on the plains of Debray. Rains pelt the tall green grasses, flattening them in a slanted downpour that dims the horizon. Clouds blot out the daylight and lend to atmosphere of unease in the warring lands. 

Behind the castle walls, one can forget about the bloodshed staining the counties red, though it is all the dukes and his audience can speak of. The lords that bluster through those gates, sometimes at the toll of morning, some in the black swathes of night. You can’t count them all, you can name even fewer, but they come anon and leave just as brusquely. 

A peel of thunder shakes the land and a dark line limns the curve of the horizon. What appears first as a storm cloud advances quickly through the fields, appearing more clearly to the naked eye, distant nonetheless. Men. Another party fast on the approach. 

The alarm goes up at a man’s holler. Ethred, man at the gate hollers to the other men in mail. Niam peers out from the vantage of the tower and calls back down. A hush falls and bodies scurry all around, metal clinking and boots crunching. There’s something amiss. Something you can’t quite place. 

You turn away from the window, the steam rising from the basin in your hand swirling around your head. You carry on down the corridor, wool skirts around cautious steps as you balance the swaying water in the vessel. You approach the lady’s door and give it a rap with your knee. Merinda, another handmaid, opens it from within. 

You enter without a word and place the basin on the vanity table. The duke’s daughter preens herself with a painted fan, fluttering her lashes at her reflection as her curls spill down her long back. She tilts her head this way and that. She snaps the fan shut and puts it down, touching her soft brown cheeks with a devilish grin. 

“Do you know what father mentioned last eve?” Jazlene asks with a vain flutter of her lashes. 

“What did he mention?” Her mother, Lady Rezlyn prompts lazily as she plucks another cherry from a dish heaped in fruit. 

“A husband,” the daughter grins coyly at herself, “it is well due, isn’t it, mother? Who do you think it might be? Lord Gai, perhaps? He is young still.” 

“Perhaps the Earl of Mesafin,” her mother taunts back to a disgusted gasp. 

“Do not,” Jazlene pouts, “I could never... I am much too pretty for that haggard beast.” 

“Well, then, who might you have, precious?” Rezlyn goads. 

There is a clamour in the hall that keeps the younger of the woman from answering. She rolls her eyes and darkly glare at the door. You peer back behind your shoulder as a wail goes up carrying her father’s name; ‘Lord Dustan!’ 

“What is all that?” Jazlene whines, “as if it isn’t enough with the rain and the winds. It is summer!” 

“It’s always summer in Debray, darling,” Rezlyn scoffs, “otherwise I’d have never married your father. Pray you don’t hook yourself a winter lord.” 

You peek over your shoulder as you stand near the door, in your vigil, awaiting your next order. You face the ladies again as the elder continues to feast and the younger fusses over her thick brows. You scrunch your lips back and forth, a habit that often has your jaw aching. 

Jazlene turns to narrow her eyes at you, “what is it then? What has you making faces?” 

You bow your head, appeasing her ego, “my lady, there were men coming. A party approaching from the north.” 

“There are always men,” she shakes her head, “who was it then? Anyone I should wear silk for?” 

Her mother laughs, “I warn you, daughter, that trite tongue will not endear any husband.” 

“I do not know, lady,” you answer. 

“Ugh, useless, must I work as my own handmaid?” Jazlene tisks, “come, pin my hair. Merinda find me a gown. Mother... wipe the dribble from your chin.” 

“Eh, watch yourself,” Lady Rezlyn rises and wipes her lips with her sleeve. She wears muslin in a dark shade of burgundy, embroidered with little copper finches. “Or hope you marry above me before you lash that tongue at me.” 

Jazlene merely trills with laughter. You take the pins and work at twisting her fine curls into place. Merinda brings to her a dress of teal satin and is promptly shooed away, “something pink. It brings out my bosom.” 

You ignore her bawdy jest as her mother harrumphs. You work in quiet tandem with the other handmaid. You add a touch of paint to the lady’s cheeks and kohl around her eyes. You tint her lips with pigment and she pushes out her lips at the mirror. You help Merinda dress her, pulling the noble daughter’s corset tight enough to leave her lightheaded. 

The pair of ladies, elder and younger, leave the chamber with you at their skirt tails. They sweep through the corridors with chins up. They are queens in their own minds. Their fine dresses and sparkling gems are untouched by the disparity of war. The lives lost are squares on a game board, tawdry talk for men in their studies. 

“Lord Dustan,” Lady Rezlyn mimics the earlier call for the lord of the castle, “my husband. Dear, dear husband!” 

The women go to the banister and look down upon the great hall as the flurry continues below. You and Merinda loom behind, not daring to stand at a level with the pompous nobles. You have never volunteered yourself for their impetuous lashings. 

“Woman!” Dustan booms back up, “do not trouble me now.” 

“Oh, has another lord come? Perhaps a suitor for our lovely daughter--” 

“Cease!” The duke demands hotly, “now is not the time for womanly games.” 

“Tell me it true, husband, she will be an old maid before you find a suiting son-in-law--” 

“Go away to your chambers. Now. The men who come are not to be trifled with and you lot do trifle overly much!” 

“Bah! Oh do not be so uncouth!” Rezlyn decries. 

“Father, please, is it a husband?” 

“Go before I send my guards up to put you away like thieves in a dungeon. Hear me when I warn you that this does not concern you. Not as yet,” Dustan snarls, “you would spoil this war with your puny concerns.” 

“Ugh,” his wife puts her hand to her forehead, “he does tax me. All I ask of him is to take care of us, daughter. As any husband should.” 

“I should have your lips sewn shut!” Dustan rebukes hotly, “be gone before I find a tailor.” 

The women share an aghast look. The turn back to flutter away in their skirts. You and Merinda follow them to the drawing room, closing them in as they fall onto the velvet cushions. Jazlene reclines dramatically on the chaise as her mouth mopes on a sofa. 

“Shall I be alone forever, mother?” Jazlene snivels, “why won’t he let me marry?” 

“He only wants to find the right man, that is all, darling,” Rezlyn coaxes. “He is overprotective and that is good for it means he will find a husband for you with a similar bearing.” 

“Such sweet words cannot convince me. He punishes me. When all my lady friends have wed and borne a whelp or two, I remain with the dust and stone.” 

“Do not be theatrical,” Rezlyn girds, “you are silly.” 

“I am not silly, mother. I am afraid. I am twenty and three and I have no suitor. I have only a war butchering any man who might have my hand. Why must this go on? Why must I suffer for the gripes of stubborn kings.” 

“We cannot fear. This war will be won and you will have a knight for a husband. Isn’t that better? To have a warrior you can be proud of than some bookish lord in his tower?” Rezlyn stands and moves to sit with her daughter, petting her as she cooes, “oh my beautiful, no man can resist you. You will see.” 

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Some hours pass with the restless women, pacing and chattering, about careless things beyond marriage and war. Like needlework and a banquet that should be had upon the truce. Would that the day would come sooner. 

You and Merinda stifle yawns that pass between you. The act is contagious as you stand in the tedium of the wealthy and wait for a duty to be called upon you. The hours you spend watching the women preen and swoon make you envy the stable boys and the shit shovelers. 

The noise beyond those walls continues. You heard the moat open and the clopping hooves of horses, even the clatter of carts. The voices had since hushed but footfalls carried back and forth. The wordless activity betrays an air of impatience, almost of nervousness. As the ladies within mirror the sentiment. 

Finally, as the windows darken and the candles burn brighter, a knock shakes the door. The ladies snap their heads around. Merinda is asleep on her feet as you move first. You open to a man in grey and black waits on the other side. He is not Lord Dustan’s. 

“The duchess and her daughter,” he garbles through a mouth that sounds full of salt. 

You dip your head and look to the ladies in question. There is a tension, of unease, of unknowing, of excitement turned to dread. This is not as it has been. There is not call to the dinner table. There is no buoyant introduction of a lord Dustan met as a young scamp. There is silence and fear. Has someone died? Has a battle been lost? 

The women emerge and greet the man with niceties and tight-lipped simpers. He does not pay them heed as you and Merinda exchange looks. You trail after the ladies but the man stops. He turns back, a hand on the pommel at his waist, and sneers, a furrow in his brow. 

“One of ya,” he grits. 

Jazlene says your name. She must’ve noticed Merinda swaying on her feet. If she even cares so much about a maid. You keep your head down and follow as they press on. Down the corridor and around the duke’s study, recently deemed his war room. You’ve never been within. It is not the domain of women. 

The grey and black soldier thumps on the door. Mother and daughter clasp hands. Even they can sense the unusual frigidity. The door opens from within. It is Lord Dustan. He wears a serious look on his lined face. The ladies are beckoned in and the soldier nudges you after them as you hesitate. 

Lanterns light the space from the desk at the rear of the chamber. The large table draped in maps, wooden horses, and little wooden pucks stands central on a thick rug. A figure stands behind it, head down as his burly and broad silhouette seems to sop up the shadows. 

The ladies follow the duke to stand across from the man. His head is down as he slides a horse along a road on the map. He stops it and grips it tight. He looks up and the lantern light dances on his features. You suck in a breath, as the rest do, stunned by his appearance. 

His hair is white, his eyes are a goldish yellow, pupils deep pools of black, and his square jaw is just as thick as the rest of him. You have never seen a man like him before, but you have heard of one. Of him. King Geralt of Rivia. 

You stand in similar confusion to the ladies. Their silent confoundment is broken by Duke Dustan as he nears the table. He sniffs and presses his fingers to the table top. 

“Your highness, my wife, Lady Rezlyn, and my daughter, Lady Jazlene,” he introduces. 

The women glance at each other then curtsy to the white king. He watches them dully. You fold your hands, taking it in curiously. It is rather something to witness the scene. You are so unimportant as to not be a part of it. 

“Your highness,” the recite, “it is...” 

“An honour,” Dustan finishes for them, “of course it is. We fondly welcome you and your allyship. We hope that we will be essential in ending this war. In helping you attain the peace you have so valiantly fought for--” 

The king raises his hand to silence the lord. You can’t help but quork your head. Allyship? But King Geralt, he is of Rivia, he is of the hinterland, he is the one who invaded the summer country and bid it his own. He is the foe. That is what they told you. 

“Enough...” the king speaks in a silty tone that scrapes in his throat. His eyes wander over the women and narrow. You wince as your own meet his golden irises and you shy away, putting your chin to your chest. That’s a mistake. “...words.” He slaps his hand down, “you do not win wars with words.” 

“Yes, your highness, you are correct. I know it well. It is why I invited you here. It is the very reason I made my entreaty. You have my men, they will win this war for you.” 

The king is hardly impressed by the fact. He looks back to the table and moves the horse further before turning it back. He knocks it over and stands completely straight. 

“And the daughter of Debray, your highness. To have a wife of summer’s blood, men will bend the knee. If you show them you do not mean to eradicate but to join with them,” Dustan moves to stand closer to his daughter, “isn’t she a fine queen for a fine kingdom?” 

Jazlene swoons and falls against her father. She’s fainted. Rezlyn grabs onto her other shoulder and you peek up at the chaotic scene. You come forward to help, snatching a pillow from the single couch, and you place it under Jazlene’s head as they lay her down on the floor. 

A shadow shifts as Dustan and Rezlyn fuss over their daughter, fanning and calling to her. You look up as darkness clusters over you. You see the king staring down at the scene. No, not them. He staring at you. Before he can reprimand you, you put your head down. 

You must quit that lest you find yourself at the wrong end of a switch. 

[baldurs-beach]

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.Event Intro .｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.

The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!

FAQ: How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)

Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.

How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.

Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!

Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.

Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny

Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.

AO3 Collection is live!

Prompt list:

Ocean / waves 

Sun / Sunburn

Heat / Humidity

Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass

Ice cream

Sunsets

Calimshan and Amn

The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)

Festival / County Fair

Summer flowers / night blooming flowers 

Beach Party

BBQ

Travel

Bonfire / campfire stories

Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean

Fireflies

Summer storms

Fruits / summer harvest / summer refreshments

Mosquitoes

Boats / sailing

Surfing 

Snorkeling / Scuba diving

Camping (for fun this time)

Summer Love

Dividers by @ / saradika-graphics

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Welcome to the Temple of the Living Goddess. Isn't it interesting how lately, there've been a rash of "cult-y" places for sale? The 1995 hacienda style home in Santa Fe, New Mexico has 9bds, 6ba, and is $1.95M. This property has been on the market for over 2 years.

Outer doors open to a long hall. (Does the dog convey?)

And, then you walk down to these arched stained glass doors with a heart. As you can see, "Temple of the Living Goddess" is written in gold over the arch.

I would feel uneasy here. This actually looks like a church. The description says that there's a "retreat building," so I'm guessing that this is it.

Not sure what this large space is.

There are 3 treatment rooms, so maybe this is one of them. I don't know what they're treating.

And, this is clearly a kitchen. A very Zen kitchen- it's so serene.

This is the hacienda style residence.

The living room has tree trunk beams and a nice Pueblo style fireplace. I like the built-in shelving, too.

The kitchen is nice- love the tiles.

So many large homes have these bunker rooms.

One of the baths is large and has beautiful tile.

There are 3.47 acres of land with fruit trees and flagstone paths to walk. There's also a 3 bedroom casita.

The property is zoned for several permitted uses including a potential B and B, family compound, religious facility or retreat center.  Several other conditional or accessory uses are available with approval of the County of Santa Fe.

[kotonoba]

"Hear Me Out" Cake (Jushiro/F!Reader)

Based on this

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“Hi! This is our ‘Hear Me Out’ cake with our friends!” 

Laughter and giggles erupted from the living room as you watched adoringly from the kitchen; your kids made new friends at school and decided to do a trend they found on TikTok. You weren’t one to stop their joys, but you laid out some ground rules about giving away their full names and addresses. What other people did does not mean they should follow in their footsteps. These kids were in middle school. You should give them some sort of privacy. At least, that’s what your husband said. 

Hence, you sat far from them, out of sight but not entirely out of earshot. You turned your head to the front door when you heard the jingle of the door opening. You got up and beamed at your husband, who came in with some groceries and friends he had found along the way. You two were holding a Halloween party, but before then, you had meet the parents first. That’s how you were brought up. 

You leaned up towards your husband to peck him on the lips and smile gently, brushing his white locks behind his ear. " Welcome home, ‘Shiro. I see you brought company.” 

Jushiro hummed gently, accepting the kiss and placing another on your forehead. " Yeah, I found them in the driveway, unsure if they should come in or not. You wanted to meet our kids’ parents after all,” he laughed, urging the parents to come in. They all lived in the neighborhood or within the county where their kids attended school.

The family often relocated due to your affiliation with the military, but your husband didn’t mind. He frequently cared for the kids while you were deployed and was great with them, too. He attended all the parent meetings, piano recitals, and soccer practice without hesitation. Although he was pretty secretive about what he worked, as you’re aware, it’s a high-ranking job. Sometimes, you would see people who work with him drop by to visit; you couldn’t deny they dressed weirdly. But they were kind, a little intimidating, but not as intimidating as your sergeant. 

“The kids are doing a TikTok trend, a ‘Hear Me Out’ cake thing,” although you didn’t see much of it since the algorithm led you down a different path. You’ve heard about it at work. 

“Did you tell them to not–”

“Yes, I did. Don’t worry,” you laughed, seeing that the parents were equally as worried as you about the safety of the internet. 

“You think it’s okay to greet them?” You turned towards your husband, who had his hands on your shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumb on your back to feel for tensed muscles. 

You eyed the kids laughing in front of the phone as they poked the chocolate cake they urged you to make, “I don’t see the harm in doing so.” 

“Where’s our sons?” You smiled at the worried parents.

“They’re most likely in the basement with our son playing on his PS5; it is after a test. I thought it would be nice for them to relax before Halloween,” as you can tell from your son barging in with his test grades. Flexing that he got full marks and requested to play with his friends, you had to agree. He kept his promise and kept up with his grades. 

Jushiro loves his kids equally; he stated he never had a favorite, but as far as you can tell, he always sees his daughter first when he comes home from work. 

He placed another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be right back,” you said, nodding with a smile. Then you watched him enter the living room to see his daughter. 

As you turned your back to wash some fruits with the other parents, you heard your daughter exclaim, “THAT’S MY DAD!” You and the other parents laughed; you could have guessed the conversation that led to that remark. 

When you first met your kids’ friends, you heard several remarks. Your son’s friends were empathetic to him, “No wonder you say you don’t want to bring girls home,” while your daughter’s friends whispered to each other saying something along the lines of, “girl, your dad is hot.” The parents reacted similarly when you attended a ‘Take your parents to school’ day. 

“Honey!” You heard your husband call as you placed the knife and apple back down, wiping your hands on your apron and going towards your husband’s voice. “Can you come here real quick?” 

“Mhm?” You wandered over to his side with a smile, “what is it?” You happened to glance at the Hear Me Out cake, and you already had a feeling about what the following conversation would be since one of the kids placed a cutout figure of your husband there. That only earned a soft chuckle from you before you apologized softly, letting your husband take the floor. 

“I’m grateful that I made an appearance there, but���” you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him; you felt like a blow torch just scorched the tip of your ears. “She’s the only one I wan– need,” he placed another loving kiss on your lips, and you admitted defeat to that, putting a hand to his cheeks to pull him in.

That earned various groans, and your daughter embarrassingly tried to rush the two of you out of the room: "There goes my chance.” You heard one of the girls say as your husband pulled away from the kiss, a sheepish look on his face. He knew he won. 

“Like you ever had a chance, Dad thinks the world of Mom,” your daughter responded. You laughed a little, patting her on the shoulders a little.

“Yes, I do. Come on, kids. Start wrapping up. We’re going to start movie night soon,” your husband ushered them in. You helped out, and so did the other parents. 

You helped them set up a movie before returning to the kitchen. This time, it was to just clean up since the others did most of the cleaning and preparing. You just had to do some touch-ups and finish making a to-do list. Your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulders, watching you make your to-do list.

“Let’s have some fun tonight, love, and they’ll be out cold tonight, anyways.” Your ears heated up at the suggestion, but you cleared your throat, trying to play it cool, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered, kissing your ear lobe, “Do join for the movie.” He purred gently, tugging you out of your seat in the kitchen and leading you to the living room where the others had gathered. Jushiro had his arms around you as you sat in his embrace. He whispered the softest “I love you’s” against your figure, thinking you missed him. 

You smiled gently, bringing his hands up to your lips and pressing the back of his hand to your lips. “I love you too.” Just as he’s good at making you flustered, you easily earned that from him, too.

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Trying something new out, if you like it, do tell me, I'll write a bit more.

The Mundane Life of a Shinigami

Aries' AO3

[emma-dennehy-presents]

Celebrating Black Queer Icons:

Lucy Hicks Anderson

Lucy Hicks Anderson was born in 1886 in Waddy, Kentucky. Anderson is known as a socialite and chef that became well known in Oxnard, California from 1920 to 1946. She became the first black trans woman to defend her identity in a US courts. From an early age Anderson identified as a girl. On advice from doctors, Anderson's parents accepted and supported this. Anderson would attend school in gender affirming clothing, such as dresses, under a name of her own choosing, Lucy. At the age of 15 Anderson left school and began supporting herself through domestic work. At 20 Anderson moved to Pecos, Texas where she worked in a hotel. Anderson next moved to New Mexico, where she met her first husband, Clarence Hicks, in 1920. At age 34 Anderson, and her then husband, moved to Oxnard, California. Anderson proved herself a skilled chef and baker, winning some contests. Anderson's marriage to Hicks eventually ended in divorce. After which Anderson used money she had saved during the marriage to purchase a boarding house. The boarding house served as a front for a brothel, and the sale of alcohol during prohibition. Outside her time as a Madame and managing a boarding house, Anderson also became a well known socialite and hostess. Connections made during this time would prove fruitful during Anderson's subsequent legal troubles. It is said that Charles Donlon, a prominent banker, helped get her out of jail, after her initial arrest, on the grounds that he was hosting a significant dinner party that would have fallen apart without Anderson's involvement. In 1944 Anderson married her second husband, Reuben Anderson. About a year later, in 1945, a sailor claimed to have received a sexually transmitted infection from one of the women working in Anderson's brothel. This led to all women working there being subject to medical examination, including Anderson. When the Ventura County DA was informed that Anderson was assigned male at birth he chose to charge her with perjury on her marriage license. During this trial Anderson would utter the famous lines "I defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman." and "I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman". Anderson was ultimately convicted of perjury and sentenced to 10 years probation and her marriage license was deemed invalid. This also led to the Federal Government to charge Anderson with fraud, based on her receiving spousal rights from the GI Bill. Lucy and Reuben Anderson where both found guilty and sentenced to a men's prison. Anderson was forbidden by the court to wear women's clothing during this time. After their release Lucy and Reuben Anderson moved to Los Angeles, California where they lived quietly until her death in 1954, at the age of 68. Debra A Harley and Pamela B Teaster's (editors) Handbook of LGBT Elders (link to Archive.org copy of text) notes Anderson as "one of the earliest documented cases of an African-American transgender person". Anderson is the subject of the 2nd episode of HBO's Equal, where she is portrayed by actress Alexandra Grey.

This was definitely one of the more informative of these write ups, for me. I was familiar with both the quotes Anderson made during her trial, but didnt know anything about the woman. Wilmer "Little Axe" Broadnax has been mentioned in several of these end notes, so he is definitely next. I think i pretty much have the rest of these planned out, but as always, corrections and suggestions are welcome and desired.

[kariachi]

Oh look, more Jones stuff. First meeting between the grandparents.

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Ethan Jones would like to say he was not the sort of man to push his luck. That he had learned from his dad’s early death to take small bites.

He was twenty-three, two train robberies deep, and silently promising to make sure whoever’d snitched never spoke again if Carlos and Ramon didn’t get to them first as he did his best to play cool slipping into a bustling diner.

With any luck small town cops were stupid and he’d properly lost them in back in that library, but that was no reason not to try to blend in. So, he kept it casual, just another joe coming in on his lunch break, or stopping as he passed through, nobody worth looking at or remembering. Threw a little thank you upstairs when he noticed an empty booth- all the better for not being noticed. Didn’t look at anybody, didn’t say anything, just headed straight over and got himself settled into a seat.

The place had to be well staffed or run like a machine because he’d swear not sooner had he let himself breathe than there was a waitress setting a menu down in front of him.

“Welcome, how you doing today?” And what a waitress. Young woman had to be at least as tall as him, broad and fat, tan skin, black hair in a ponytail. He couldn’t have kept himself from smiling if he’d wanted to.

“Better now I’m here,” he said, and it hadn’t been a lie even before he’d seen her. There was security in a crowd, and lunch crowds were distracted crowds at that. Fuck, there’d been a year he’d been able to buy Spenc a store cake like he liked for his birthday, though he’d told Ma he’d got the money helping the old man down the street, like she hadn’t known he was lying. “Think you could start me off with a coffee? Been a long morning.”

“Of course.” She’d smiled back at him as she left, one he let himself think might not just be polite, and he turned to the menu. Reasonable prices, as to be expected for a rural area that needed to be affordable to the blue-collar folks that ate there. The idea of a vegetable sandwich costing the same as a sausage sandwich caught him a moment, but it was the same as all the standard ones, so he at least had to commend the consistency. Already planning to drive himself across state lines that afternoon, probably have to steal a new car or at least a set of plates, Ethan made sure to order a solid meal when she came back. Hamburger deluxe, fries, slice of pie, and a can of pineapple juice since he'd never had pineapple before and she seemed like the sort of classy lady who expected a man to know his way around fruit. Or at least deserved a man who did.

Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, even with most of his cut stashed away, and enough sent to his mom and sister, he had enough to cover him for the next while dotted around.

He was thinking about that, what stashes he was going to dig into and which direction to go, alongside the continuous flipping through names for just who he would be hunting down, when the door opened and the volume in the diner dropped. Not a lot, but enough for him to know that whoever had walked in had at least some people’s attention. With a deep breath, he very carefully didn’t turn to look, shuffling as inconspicuously as he could to the side. Shoulda grabbed a fucking paper or something, another layer to hide behind…

The waitress made for the door at an easy pace. Ethan was going to have to remember to swing back around once the heat died down, it kept feeling like his heart was tipping on it’s side.

“Is there a reason you’re blocking the door?”

“Afternoon to you too, Wari. We’re looking for a man, little shorter than you, black hair, wearing jeans, a red shirt, blue jacket?”

“Why don’t you describe the other half of the county while you’re here.”

“Wari.”

“Ronnie. You know I’m right, that could be anybody.”

“Someone new, an out-of-towner.”

“��� No. If he’s come in here, he wasn’t at my tables, it’s been regulars the last hour.” This woman was a gift.

“And the other girls?”

“Patty! You seen any out-of-towners this rush, black hair, red shirt?” One other waitress? The place was a well-oiled machine.

“Nope! I’ll tell you if I do!”

“Thank you, ladies. We do appreciate the help.”

“Glad to give it, but next time this needs to happen away from the door.”

“Yeah yeah.”

The door opened again. The door closed. Ethan did not leave his spot. Leaving would be suspicious. Instead he just sat there, drinking his coffee and wishing he had something to read, until his food arrived. He flashed Wari (what a wonderful name) a rakish grin.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, a stern look trying and mostly succeeding to stay on her face. Mostly. “Next time, think you could not bring the cops along? Had enough of Ronnie in school.” He grinned wider (‘next time’) and lifted his coffee in a toast.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” Her cheeks colored as she rolled her eyes, his heart doing a little jig.

“Enjoy your meal, and shout if you need anything.” He needed a lot of things, but those could wait. She just got a nod as she turned and went back to work, the grin still on his face as he watched her go.

If she wasn’t a Jones by the end of the year he was going to cry.

~~

She did become a Jones, it just took three years and giving up the criminal career he’d been working on since he was twelve.

It was an easy exchange.

[beardedmrbean]

The rights of a Michigan fruit grower were violated when a city barred him from a seasonal market because of his opposition to same-sex weddings at his orchard, a judge said.

East Lansing's decision to exclude Steve Tennes and Country Mill Farms in 2017 “constituted a burden on plaintiffs’ religious beliefs,” U.S. District Judge Paul Maloney said Monday, applying a U.S. Supreme Court precedent to the case.

“Plaintiffs were forced to choose between following their religious beliefs and a government benefit for which they were otherwise qualified,” Maloney said.

Tennes grows apples and other fruit in Eaton County, 22 miles away from East Lansing. He also had made his farm available for weddings.

But Tennes wasn't allowing same-sex weddings, citing his religious beliefs. When he expressed his views on Facebook, he said he wasn’t invited back to the East Lansing market for the 2017 season.

Maloney issued an injunction that year, ordering the city to reinstate him while Tennes' lawsuit moved forward.

“He serves and welcomes everyone to his stand. No one is ever turned away,” attorney John Bursch said Tuesday.

East Lansing cited its non-discrimination ordinance and vendor rules in barring Tennes from the market. But the judge found problems.

“The city has not demonstrated a compelling interest in excluding plaintiffs” from the market," Maloney said. “The city’s non-discrimination ordinance tolerates the same discrimination in other situations.”

East Lansing is reviewing the opinion and will be exploring options, spokeswoman Carrie Sampson said.

Bursch said he now hopes to reach an agreement with the city and close the case. Tennes was represented by lawyers from Alliance Defending Freedom, which focuses on litigation involving religious liberty, free speech and parental rights.

[famepine]

First Kiss

Who: Sam Claflin @imsammyclaflin and Chris Pine

Where: Jack and Saoirse Wedding, County Mayo, Ireland

When: May 19th, 2024

Notes: The couple shares a first full kiss on the carousel.

{Chris} Chris was having clearly too much fun today. The wedding was admittedly a little camp. Everyone dressing up in regency era clothing. What he knew about the couple it did seem right up their alley. But Chris made no quirms about basquing in it. He was even going to swipe a book off one of the table's by the end of the night if he could. More importantly he was so happy to be coming here with Sam, might be under the guise as friend's but nonetheless something about the setting and the accompanying party all felt right. They stood together in the church, been inseparable practically rubbing elbows the whole time since they arrived. And yet again it all felt undeniably right. Chris had totally finished his meal, had ice cream, literally played croquet and was now itching to do the one thing at this reception left to do, ride the carousel. Oh he was going to soak it all up., But he did not want to do it alone. He turned over his shoulder to Sam. "Hey you want to ride the carousel with me?" it was nt the most romantic question but Chris thought his tone low and hanging on every syllable could make it so.

{Sam} Sam had been a bit nervous the entire evening. He knew the couple well enough but he always felt out of place at weddings, never knowing exactly how to act or say on the occasion. He was thankful Chris was there. They had become quite close in the weeks since they'd met and Sam was finding it easier to be himself. He didn't have to hide with the older male, he could say and do what he wanted and it wasn't looked down on. Not that his other friends did that but there was just something special about him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Asking him to come had been a no-brainer. He hadn't gotten to see Ireland the last time they had all come and Sam was excited to show him around, even if Chris had no idea t

hat was the plan. He was in no rush to go back to LA and he didn't have to pick up the kids until the 31st so he was a free man until then. They hadn't left one another side's except for the few instances where Sam recognized someone and went off to talk briefly but he always came back to him. It was the invisible string that kept the two of them connected. That unspoken thing. He had just finished his first, and only, glass of champagne when Chris's words broke through the silence. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he nodded, a soft smile on his face. "I thought you'd never ask. Let's go!"

{Chris} Chris had maybe had a few champagnes and whatever that fruit pink signature drink was, he definitely had that by now. But he was nowhere close to being intoxicated. Chris knew a lot of people here, and yet there was nothing in him screaming he had to be anonymous in this setting. Somehow the more and more time spent with Sam all that caring about what others might see or think, were crashing down and he was his most authentic self and not hiding he may very clearly have a crush on this man. It was in the looks and glances he'd given all day. They would walk shoulder to should to the fanciful structure, the pink and blues and purples bouncing off everything else at this wedding. Maybe Chris had a ltitle extra bounce in his step because of the couple of drinks who'd care though. Chris would take the first step but once they were on he wouldn't part from Sam, even taking a few steps back to get closer the young man. The spinning had put him further away then intended when he landed on it. Getting, no snuggling into the man beside him like h had never done before.

{Sam} Sam had tried not to think to much about the glances and looks that he had been getting from Chris. Not that they hadn't been welcomed but on his journey of self discovery, he'd realized that despite whatever feelings he might be having, he couldn't slip up. He couldn't give in to them. He needed time to come to terms with himself, both emotionally and mentally. He had let his guard down enough, allowing himself to imagine a life where he didn't have to hide his feelings, where he could be out and proud, and date whomever he wanted. That was the impact Chris had made in his life in these past weeks, but there was also the part that imagined having that life with the older male, and that was the problem. He knew he was important to the older male, and that they were friends, and he'd gotten just a little bit hopeful when those looks came his way, but he couldn't be sure of anything. Part of him wanted to believe that he might feel the same but the other, bigger part of him knew he couldn't. They had kissed once before but Sam was distraught over his kids, it hadn't meant anything. Chris was just providing the distraction he needed in that moment. Stepping onto the carousel, the slowly moving horses and sleighs, stagnant and unmoving, made Sam long for the time when his life wasn't in chaos. And having Chris close enough to him to feel the warm breath on his neck was not helping. "I... this is slower than I remember them being." He said, wanting to move away but being unable to do so.

{Chris} He hadn't noticed how slow it actually was, that wasn't on his radar till Sam said so. A small little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Sam looked almost as if he was glued to the floor since when he first ventured onto this. Back behind them the figures of horses danced up and down with the turning movement. More than anything Chris wanted to defrost whatever had come over Sam ."Once you get your balance it gets even better when you move just a little." Chris extending out his hand if the other needed to take it. They would move back into the concealed space and closer to the middle where the impacts of the twirling were much less than hanging out on the edge. Of course Chris had no worries about continuing to drop his face low to Sam's. The moment striking again. he couldn't quit explain it but the effect of Sam was coming over him. It was a wedding, what could be more romantic than this. He could feel it in the air like a magical scent having him leaning down further and further as magical horses and sleighs danced around them and the wedding music drifted in the back.

{Sam} "This is exactly why I don't ride the Ferris Wheel." He admitted, reaching forward to grab Chris's collar, steadying himself as the wheel continued to spin. "I don't like when things go slow. I'd much rather not see my surroundings." He confessed, his eyes falling closed as he let himself calm down. Every time he thought about a Ferris wheel, he was taken back to when he was younger and his older brother thought it would be funny to rock the car they were in back and forth so fast that he could see the ground below. He had panicked and nearly fallen and ever since then, he had avoided anything that moved slower than he could run. This was his first time on a carousel and while his subconscious was freaking out, he felt safe. He knew that nothing was going to happen. If he fell off, the ground was right there. Not that he would fall because he was in Chris's arms. Holy shit, he was in Chris's arms. When had that happened? He opened his eyes, looking up into Chris's blue ones. "Yeah, you're right. I'm feeling better already." He joked, a smile forming on the corner of his lips. Should he back up? Run away? He felt both of those were good options and yet he stayed right where he was. The tension between them had been palpable the past few weeks and he knew that things were only going to get worse if he continued to ignore it. Maybe I should kiss him this time, get it out of my system. Prove to myself that there's nothing there. He let his eyes drift down to Chris's lips momentarily before meeting his eyes again. And he stopped thinking. Stopped trying to rationalize everything. He just wanted to feel... something, anything, or nothing at all. He swallowed thickly and then leaned in and gently pressed their lips together.

{Chris} Yup Chris had instinctively called it Sam's balance was failing him. Chris was only mildly shocked when he grabbed his collar, he had expected the man to hang onto him jsut the collar of his shirt his least expected place. Chris's hands were immediately leading Sam to the internal point, noticing how less tressed he was looking at they were doing so. It warmed Chris's heart and all of this felt so undeniably right. The two of them in Chris's perspective just resting there for a moment. Each moment though felt heavier and heavir as Chris felt the draw to kiss him. There was no objecting voice no second thinking. So after Sam had made the initiating move Chris took the queue. He crashed his lips to Sam's and it was everything he had remembered. The world made sense and it felt like anything was possible. The elder letting a long held breathe exhale.

{Sam} Sam had tried not to let the fact that he was terrified show on his face. Had it been anyone else here with him, he would have been stood on the ground, adamant in his decision not to ride the carousel but he had followed Chris like it was nothing, leaping onto the platform like he had done it a million times before. It was only when he was stood on said carousel that the reality of his situation set in. He was not liking this at all. The creaking of the metal, the annoying song playing in an attempt to drown out said creaks, it was all too much. Grabbing his collar was definitely not the first choice but he hadn't exactly been looking at the other male when his hands came forward to grab something. Now that he felt more secure, he silently berated himself for getting into the situation in the first place. He should have said no to his request then this moment wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be clinging to him like a scared child. But if he had said no, he wouldn't be in this moment. Wouldn't currently be kissing the male who had very quickly found his way into Sam's heart and heart and took up permanent residence. The first time they kissed, Sam had been so caught off guard that he still felt it was imagined. This kiss however, he felt everything. The butterflies, the warmth, the want for him, it was overwhelming but in the best possible way.

{Chris} Chris was actually smiling into the kiss. Sam a non hesitant now willing particpant in whatever was going on between the two of them. It brought Chris's heart so much joy, it felt like it could literally jump out of his chest. The music of the wedding now a perfect backdrop. Chris moved his hand up to cradled Sam's face. Their fine clothes rubbing into each other as they gently brushed up against each other as they met in a kiss. The gentle kiss growing more passionate, as Chris tilted his head deepeding the kiss to Sam's soft lips tasting all of the sweet desserts and champagne of the evening. He couldn't dreamed up a real first kiss better than this one. Everything felt so falling into place in this moment.

{Sam} Everything melted away the minute their lips met. All of the fear, the doubt, it was gone, replaced by new sensations. This wasn't like kissing Emma or Nick, this was intense, a flame that refused to be put out. The tiny tingles he felt when they made eye contact now enveloped his entire body, starting from his toes and traveling straight up to his head. It was familiar, only felt once before but this time, it had potential to last if Sam would let it. If he'd had any doubts about where he stood in his feelings, this moment was squashing them in the wood beneath his feet. His hands gripped Chris's collar tighter, pulling him closer to him, as the kiss grew in intensity. His knees threatened to buckle but he remained upright for now, his mouth opening slightly to meet Chris's tongue, moaning softly as he could taste the sweetness of the dessert he'd consumed earlier. His head was spinning, heart thumping wildly, and he knew they should stop but he couldn't. He had waited so long for a feeling like this and he didn't want it to end. Reluctantly though, he did pull away, his cheeks flushing as he looked at his feet. "We should... should probably head back before someone notices we're gone."

[bookofjin]

The Man of Wuling (HHS086)

[Their origin as children of the five-coloured dog Panhu, and early history]

In the past, the Gaoxin clan [Emperor Ku] was being robbed by the Quan Rong. The Emperor was troubled by their intrusions and bullying, but his campaigns and attacks had no gains. He therefore searched for and enlisted Under Heaven, that he who was able to obtain the head of the Quan Rong's commander, General Wu, would be rewarded with a thousand yi of yellow gold, an estate of ten thousand families, and also his young daughter as wife. At the time the Emperor had domesticated dog with five-coloured fur named Panhu.

The Wei Sketch says: The Gaoxin clan had an old woman who lived in the royal house. She got a n ear illness. She poked at them, and found a thing as large as a cocoon. The woman put it within a gourd [hu], and covered it with a tray [pan]. Suddenly it changed into a dog, it was patterned in five colours, and because of that they named it Panhu.

After he had sent down the order, Panhu then came below the palace with a person's head in the mouth. The crowd of subjects were astonished, and when they examined it, it was General Wu's head. The Emperor was greatly pleased, but assessed that for Panhu it would not be possible to take his daughter as wife, and also had no way of ennobling him with feudal rank. He discussed his intentions of rewarding him, but know not yet what would be appropriate.

The daughter heard of it and, considering that an order sent down by the Emperor could not stray from the truth, requested to go. The Emperor had no choice, and therefore used the daughter as a match for Panhu. Panhu got the daughter, and carried her away into the southern mountains, they stopped inside a stone cave. The place was perilous and isolated, people searched but did not reach them.

Today west of Luxi county in Chen province, there is a Wu Mountain. Huang Min's Records of Wuling says: The mountain might be ten thousand ren tall. Halfway on the mountain is Panhu's stone cave, it might accommodate several ten thousand people. Within there is a stone bed and vestiges from Panhu actions.

Now note: In front of the mountain cave there is a stone sheep and a stone beast, the ancient vestiges that are strange and unusual are especially many. Looking at the stone cave, it is as large as three unoccupied houses. In the far distance one sees a rock that still resembles a dog in shape. The Man have customarily transmitted that this is a statue of Panhu.

Hence the daughter loosened and took off her robes and skirt, and made knots of pujian僕鑒 and wore clothes of duli獨力. The Emperor pitied and thought of her, and dispatched messengers to look and search for them. Every time they would encounter wind, rain, shaking, and darkness, and the messengers could not manage to advance. In the span of three years, they begot twelve children, six sons and six daughters.

After Panhu died, they made each other husbands and wives. They wove and spun wood and hides, and dyed them with grass and fruits. They were fond of five-coloured clothes, and tailored them to have the shape of a tail.

Gan Bao's Records of Jin says: The barbarians of Wuling, Changsha, and Lujiang commanderies are the descendants of Panhu. They live scattered within the Five Creeks. The Panhu rely on the mountains to obstruct strategic points, and always regularly do harm. They mix and blend fish and meat, knock on a trough and make a sign, and so make sacrifices to Panhu. Those customarily claiming to be “red thighs and horizontals skirts” are precisely his sons and grandsons.

Their mother later returned home, and explained clearly to the Emperor, and so he sent to welcome and bring her various children. Their robes and skirts were mottled and colourful and their speech was that of Zhuli. They were fond of entering mountains and river valleys and were not happy in the flat and open. The Emperor complied with their thoughts, and bestowed on them the famous mountains and wide marshes. Their descendants multiplied and spread out, they were called the Man Yi.

Outwardly they were simpletons, but on the inside they were shrewd. They were unworried in their lands and put weight on old traditions. Due to their ancestral father's merit and their mother being the Emperor's daughter, when farming, making, buying and selling, they had no tallies for passing toll-houses or bridges, or payments of taxes and levies.

He especially favoured them, and for that reason exempted them from taxes and duties. The Records of Jing Province says: In Yuanling county, at the mouth of the You, there are the Shangjiu and Wuyang villages, and indeed these are the descendants of Panhu, the dog race. The two villages are located north of Wuxi.

They have lords and chiefs of their districts. They all are bestowed seals and ribbons, and for caps they use otter skin. They name chieftains as jingfu精夫, and refer to each other as yangtu姎徒. Today they are the Man of Changsha and Wuling.

The Explaining Graphs says: Yang姎is what a woman calls herself, meaning “I”.

During Tang and Yu, they restrained them with hostages, and for that reason it was called the Restrained Domain. In the time of Xia and Shang, they gradually became a border trouble. Arrived at the Zhou period, their group's multitudes spread out and flourished. At King Xuan's [of Zhou, r. 827 – 782 BC] revitalization, he then instructed Fangshu to go on a southern attack against the Man region, which is what the poets speaks of as “the Man and Jing came in awe”. They also say: “Obstinate Man and Jing, the great nation is your foe.” It makes clear their group's multitudes had multiplied many times, and opposed and stood against the various Xia.

The Mao Poetry's Preface to the Lesser Elegantiae says: “The poem 'Collecting Proso millet” is about King Xuan's southern campaign. [The poem says] “We hurry to tell of gathering proso millet, in those new fields. Put it forth indeed that Fangshu, is travelling back dun-dunning. Obstinate Man and Jing, the great nation is your foe. The commentary states: “Fangshu was a noble officer, who was instructed and made commander.”

King Ping [r. 770 – 720 BC] moved east, and the Man thereupon invaded and bullied the upper states. Marquis Wen of Jin [r. 780 – 746 BC] assisted the government, and therefore led Marquis Gong of Cai [r. 761 – 760 BC] to strike and rout them.

Marquis Wen of Jin had animosity.

Arriving at the time of King Wu of Chu [r. 740 – 690 BC], the Man and the Count of Luo together defeated the Chu regiments, and killed their general Qu Xia.

The Zuo Transmittals [13th Year of Duke Huan, 699 BC]: “Qu Xia of Chu invaded Luo and Yan. They became disordered due to the crossing, and form the river they then had no order. Moreover they did not make precautions. Luan and the Lu Rong with their pair of armies went and greatly defeated him. The Mo'ao [a Chu military rank] hanged himself at Huang Valley, and the crowd of commanders were imprisoned at Yefu.

King Zhuang [of Chu, r. 613 - 591 BC] began on the throne, the people starved and the troops were weak, and they then began to rob. When the Chu regiments had been bestirred, they afterwards therefore submitted. From that point they thereupon belong to Chu. During the deeds of Yanling, the Man combined troops with King Gong [r. 590 – 560 BC] to strike Jin.

King Zhuan's personal name was Lü, he was the son of King Mu [r. 625 – 614 BC]

In the Zuo Transmittals, Jin and Chu fought at Yanling [in 575 BC]. Xi Zhi of Jin said: “Chu's two dignitaries loath each other. The King's soldiers use old customs, and at Zheng their deployment was not orderly, and the Man army did not deploy.”

When Wu Qi was chancellor for King Dao [r. 401 – 381 BC], he to the south annexed the Man and Yue, and thereupon they had Dongting and Cangwu. King Zhao of Qin sent Bai Qi to attack Chu [in 278 BC], generally gained control of the Man Yi, and first set up Qianzhong commandery. When Han flourished, they changed it to Wuling. They yearly ordered their great men to convey one bolt of cloth, and lesser mouths a length of two zhang. This was spoken of as cong cloth. Though at times they were robbing and stealing, it was not enough to be a worry for the commanderies and states.

The Explaining Graphs says: Cong is the tax paid by the Southern Man.

[blackwolfstabs]

Favourite songs at the moment? Also have you ever listened to any dancehall or soca or Afro beats songs?

Please rate olives. (As a fruit)

Also what fruit would you be?

Thank you for entertaining me.

WHO IS THIS???? 😂

favorite songs at the moment:

Human - Cody Johnson

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

County Line - Chase Matthew

I See It Now- Tracy Lawrence

Gotta Be A Way - Chase Matthew

She Don't Love You - Eric Paisley

Get Over Yourself - Kelsea Ballerini

THERE ARE TOO MANY - it literally depends on my mood or what's on my mind

olives:

don't hate me but on a scale of 1 - 10, i'm giving them a -2 (they're so gross to me blech)

if i was a fruit, i'd be an apple bc:

"an apple a day keeps the doctor away" - doctors make me anxious and therefore imma keep them away if i can help it

sometimes i'm sweet and sometimes i'm sour

sometimes i'm crisp and sometimes i'm soft

i'm likable in different forms:

as i am (ur standard apple) small apple (put me next to a bigger person and suddenly i'm cute) big apple (put me next to a smaller person and i will protect you) in slices (i have many different sides, so pick ur poison) applesauce (if i'm applesauce, i'm easy to cuddle and i like cuddles) apple pie (mix me with a bunch of people that i can vibe with them all - I WILL FUCKING MAKE PEOPLE BOND)

you're welcome. thank YOU for entertaining me 😉

[hunterwritesstuff]

Because I like doing this kinda stuff

[lcyann]

MY TRAVEL LIST

Italy- is a south-central European country, whose boot-shaped borders extend into the Mediterranean Sea. The country’s historical cities, world-renowned cuisine and geographic beauty make it a popular destination for more than 40 million tourists each year. 

Switzerland-is a federal republic made up of 26 cantons and an administrative capital in Bern. Most of its citizens live in towns and cities, the most populous of which is Zurich– the most cosmopolitan of the country’s cities. The country prides itself on its diversity, and is home to regions with distinct cultural identities. German, French, Italian and Romansh languages all enjoy national status.

New Zealand-saw impressive growth and transformation in the decades following independence. The export market, abounding with dairy, sheep, beef, poultry, fruit, vegetables and wine, was opened beyond the U.K., and manufacturing and tourism were expanded. Per capita income remains high and education expenditures as a percent of gross domestic product are some of the highest in the world.

Japan-one of the world’s most literate and technically advanced nations, is an East Asian archipelago country made up of four primary islands and more than 6,800 others. While most of Japan is covered by mountains and heavily wooded areas, the country’s people lead a distinctly urban lifestyle. Long culturally influenced by its neighbors, today the country blends its ancient traditions with aspects of Western life.

Canada-takes up about two-fifths of the North American continent, making it the second-largest country in the world after Russia. The country is sparsely populated, with most of its residents living within 125 miles of its border with the United States. Canada’s expansive wilderness to the north plays a large role in Canadian identity, as does the country’s reputation of welcoming immigrants.

THAT'S ALL I LISTED BECAUSE IM NOT SURE ABOUT THE OTHER COUNTY, MAYBE SOON WHEN I'M OLD ENOUGH, I CAN TRAVEL THE WHOLE WORLD WITH MY HONEYBUNCH<3

[calicovalley]

WELCOME TO CALICO VALLEY

Calico Valley is a village in the county of Sylvania in southwestern England. About an hour away from the major coastal city of Briarcliff, Calico Valley is known for its picturesque hills and forests, hospitality, and delicious orchard fruits. We welcome you!

About Calico Valley: #info

Set-ups: #diorama

My posts: #calico valley

Reblogs: #queue

[more-than-a-princess]

@cantillat asked: ❝ You really had that pent-up, huh? ❞ from a Shirou

Do Revenge starters - No Longer Accepting!

It would have been a warm, tranquil day in the countryside, had she not come to visit. The manor was the Royal Family's warmer retreat within the nation's borders, and after several particularly frustrating weeks in negotiations with the Royal Council, she'd finally been asked to take some time away. By her father no less, and it wasn't as if she could ignore a request from the King of Novoselic to begin with. So, for a short while, Boudry House was closed up, leaving only the most barebones staff while the rest of her team headed south. Out of the city, away from endless meetings, charity events, and parties.

And to the loud crack of a rifle.

And the clay pigeon shooter, which was, in theory, automatic but had one of the manor's gamekeepers on hand to aim and maintain it. Sufficiently less interesting for the man than the Princess hunting live game, but she insisted: at the manor, if she was in charge, they'd only kill what they could eat. So biodegradable clay pigeons it was.

"PULL!"

As soon as she shouted the word, the gamekeeper hit the appropriate button on the machine and the next target flew in a perfect arc in the air. Three shots later, one of Sonia's bullets had pierced it clean, shattering it over the open field. Careful to avoid the searing hot sections of the firearm, Sonia flipped on the safety and opened it up, discarding the empty shells in a rubbish bin at her side. Then, fresh ammunition was added and the process repeated itself.

"PULL!" She shouted, this time with a slight more edge to her voice. It shouldn't have taken three shots to take out the target, and she gripped the rifle more tightly as she took aim.

One shot, then four more followed before the disc fell to the ground and shattered. She'd missed it completely, mostly due to a shadow approaching that grew larger and larger. She'd asked her head butler not to admit visitors that day: for just one day, she wanted time to herself before she accepted invitations from other royal residences in the county.

"Shit!" She swore at the lost target, turning the safety on as she removed the empty shells. But Sonia was given a fright of her own as the shadow stopped moving and turned into a pair of tanned hands and arms. A glance, and she found Shirou Emiya, his mouth moving but nothing coming out of it. The noise-canceling headphones...they would prove to be a problem here. Nodding to a footman, the young man stepped to her opposite side and she handed off both the gun and the headphones to him.

"You really had that pent-up, huh?"

Sonia shook her head in defeat, pushing a few loose blonde strands that had escaped her ponytail out of her face. Her protective glasses, however, stayed on. "I admit, sometimes my life makes me terribly frustrated, if not angry. This time, it was enough for my father to send me away here for a little while: apparently, the stress will do me in if I don't take holidays."

But that was beside the point, as she crossed her arms over her chest. Not that she looked particularly authoritative in jeans and a tucked-in button down shirt, but she could try. "How did you know to look for me here?" She asked. The knee-jerk reaction was to ask if he intended to stake out all of her family's homes to track her every move, but she thought better of it. "And it's not wise to sneak up on someone with a loaded gun, Shirou. Though you're welcome to join me if you like, or if you'd like refreshments, help yourself." She gestured to a nearby table that had been elegantly arranged with sandwiches and a few small sweets, alongside a pot of hot tea and a pitcher of fruit-infused water.

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Margaret Eaton Wilson, BJU Class of 1958.

Margaret Eaton Johnston Wilson, age 87, of Pearisburg, VA, (Bane), was welcomed to her eternal home on Sunday, November 03, 2024, after suffering a stroke. Margaret was born on February 18, 1937, to the late Shuler Kirk Johnston and Gladys Eaton Johnston at their home in Wabash, in Giles County.

After Margaret graduated from Pearisburg High School in 1954, where she played basketball and softball, she went on to major in secondary education at Bob Jones University, in Greenville SC. She received a Bachelor of Science degree in 1958, then started her career as a physical education teacher at Narrows High School. There she taught P.E. and coached for 12 years.

Margaret met the love of her life, J. Edward Wilson, their sophomore year of high school. They got married in August of 1958. She stopped teaching in 1970 when their first daughter, Kimberly Kay was born. Two and a half years later, they welcomed their second daughter, April Renee.

Margaret went on to teach on the Giles County Bible Bus for many years. She loved the outdoors and enjoyed gardening and canning, making chocolate cakes and fresh fruit pies, and cracking walnuts. She attended many local church events and was on the Robert Sheffey Memorial Camp Meeting Board of Directors. She cherished Eaton’s Chapel, her church family, and time spent in Bible study and Godly fellowship. She loved her family dearly and enjoyed many meals and sporting events together. She met many new friends in the stands while enjoying softball, football, basketball, and volleyball games. Her grandchildren kept her busy with sporting events all over the state of Virginia, which greatly pleased the former athlete, gym teacher, and coach.

Margaret was preceded in joining the Lord by her parents and her sisters, Betty Jo Helton and Mary Ellen Warner. She is survived by her husband of 66 years, Jesse Edward Wilson; their daughters Kimberly Wilson Gardner (Glenn) of Pearisburg, April Wilson Reasor of Christiansburg, and Salvadorian daughter Zairha Gonzalez Snider (Gerald) of Blacksburg; her beloved grandchildren, Keree Renee, Baylee Kay Reasor, Addison Shay Reasor, Gracyn Lynea Reasor, Justin Lee and Zion Jordan Britts (Newport), and Erik Andrew Snider. She is survived by her beloved brother Howard Kirk Johnston (Jean) of Pearisburg, special niece Barbara Warner Whitehead (David) of Wabash, and a multitude of sweet nieces, nephews, and cousins.

Funeral services will be held at Eaton’s Chapel Church, Pearisburg, on Friday, November 8, 2024, at 2pm. Visitation with family and friends will be from 1:00 – 2:00pm with a service immediately following.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to Eaton’s Chapel or the Sheffey Camp Meeting that Margaret enjoyed so much.

The family is being served by Givens Funeral Home in Pearisburg, (540) 921-1650; online at givensfuneralhome.com.