#Appalachian problems

[ahedderick]

Bumper to Bumper coverage

(so to speak)

The truck's back bumper fell completely off recently. Just another item for the fix-it list. My husband's idea to fix it with black locust boards was driven by a) money, b) availability (we HAVE the boards), and c) the fact that he trained as a woodworker, not a mechanic.

One. Two. Three-here-we-go-now . . .

Not real shocking that it fell off, right? There is a rake behind it, if you're wondering why a bumper has 'teeth'.

At this point I had to set down the camera and pick up the board to hold it while he clamped it in place. A process that took several iterations before it was complete.

At the moment, I'm inside the house and hearing sporadic progress. No cussing, which is a good sign. I'll likely have to go out again at some point to hold the other piece.

Mend and Make-do.

[cleradinthealps]

it’s so telling that the ultra-wealthy are suddenly so worried about violence when it’s against a ceo but couldn’t be bothered by the hundreds of school shootings that have happened over the years

[normcorenecro]

from pinterest

[naivesilver]

OUAT AU Extravaganza - La Serie Dei Numeri, Angelo Branduardi

Niente oltre, niente di più

(Merry Christmas @lizardthelizard and @solar-nightengale 🥰🥰🥰)

[duncans-idahoe]

Don’t talk to me about gateway drugs unless you’ve done fiber arts because what do you mean I have a loom and I’m trying to learn how to weave?!?!

[th3wizardoz]

Being asked why my Finnish character’s dialogue “sounds like he’s straight from the holler” today was deeply humbling

[strigops]

been visiting my friend for the past week and i just keep thinking all day today how peaceful life has been without actual access to the internet

[wallpaper-dreams]

[reasonsforhope]

"On a freezing cold Wednesday afternoon in eastern Kentucky, Taysha DeVaughan joined a small gathering at the foot of a reclaimed strip mine to celebrate a homecoming. “It’s a return of an ancestor,” DeVaughan said. “It’s a return of a relative.”

That relative was the land they stood on, part of a tract slated for a federal penitentiary that many in the crowd consider another injustice in a region riddled with them. The mine shut down years ago, but the site, near the town of Roxana, still bears the scars of extraction.

DeVaughan, an enrolled member of the Comanche Nation, joined some two dozen people on January 22 to celebrate the Appalachian Rekindling Project buying 63 acres within the prison’s footprint.

“What we’re here to do is to protect her and to give her a voice,” DeVaughan said. “She’s been through mountaintop removal. She’s been blown up, she’s been scraped up, she’s been hurt.”

The Appalachian Rekindling Project, which she helped found last year, wants to rewild the site with bison and native flora and fauna, open it to intertribal gatherings, and, it hopes, stop the prison.

The environmental justice organization worked with a coalition of local nonprofits, including Build Community Not Prisons and the Institute to End Mass Incarceration, to raise $160,000 to buy the plot from a family who owned the land generationally.

Retired truck driver Wayne Whitaker, who owns neighboring land and had considered purchasing it as a hunting ground, told Grist he was supportive. “There’s nothing positive we’ll get out of this prison,” he said.

The penitentiary has been a gleam in the eye of state and local officials and the Bureau of Prisons since 2006. It has always sparked sharp divisions in Roxana and beyond and was killed in 2019 after a series of lawsuits, only to be quietly resurrected in 2022. Last fall, the bureau took the final step in its approval process, clearing the way to begin buying land...

In his book Coal, Cages, Crisis, Schept noted that mine sites are considered ideal locations for prisons or a dumping ground for waste, rather than places of ecological value, as some biologists have argued. The Roxana site has been reclaimed, meaning re-vegetated with a forest that now shelters a number of rare species, including endangered bats.

Opponents argue that a prison will bring more environmental problems than jobs. Letcher County was 1 of 13 counties ravaged by catastrophic flooding in 2022, a situation exacerbated by damage strip mining caused to local watersheds. The prison slated for Roxana will exacerbate the problem.

The Bureau of Prisons estimates it will damage 6,290 feet of streams and about 2 acres of wetlands. (The agency has promised to compensate the state.)

DeVaughan said the purchase also is a step toward rectifying the dispossession that began with the forced removal and genocide of Indigenous peoples. The Cherokee, Shawnee, and Yuchi made their homes in the area before, during, and after colonization, and their thriving nations raised crops, ran businesses, and hunted bison that once roamed Appalachia.

In all the time since, coal, timber, gas, and landholding companies have at times owned almost half of the land in 80 counties stretching from West Virginia to Alabama. Several prisons sprang from deals made with coal companies, something many locals consider the continuation of this status quo.

Changing that dynamic is a priority for the Appalachian Rekindling Project, which hoped to buy more land to protect it from extractive industries and return its stewardship to Indigenous and local communities. DeVaughn said Indigenous peoples throughout the region will be welcome to use the land as a gathering place...

DeVaughan sees its work establishing a new vision of economic transition for coalfields, one that relies less on “dollars and numbers” and more on “healing and restoration” of the land and the Indigenous and other communities that live there.

She is working with some personal connections in the Cheyenne and Arapaho nations to acquire a herd of bison and plans to work with local volunteers, scientists, and students to inventory the site’s flora and fauna."

-via GoodGoodGood, February 6, 2025

[duncantf]

k so either every ohioan i've ever met has a heavy wisconsin accent or i just need to get out more

[putalabelonit]

Teen Wolf fanfiction recs:

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski [Part 8]

"perfectly fine" (T) by sarcasticfishes | 1,859 | Even Scott’s alpha reflexes weren’t fast enough to grab him and pull him back as he bolted, sprinting towards the end of the pier where Derek was last seen. He dived into the water, and Scott skidded to a halt at the end of the jetty, watching the spot where his best friend had just disappeared into the water.

"i'll make the time" (G) by sarcasticfishes | 2,498 | Stiles had a schedule; he had a strict schedule that he adhered to without exception because he didn’t have time to do it any other way. In fact, sitting down at a rickety wooden table to watch his spin cycle and sip his coffee was arguable the only definite downtime he got during the week.

"laced and undone again" (E) by sarcasticfishes | 1,883 | Derek was fast approaching his breaking point, the edges of exhaustion and defeat about to take him, his body sagging against the crackling and sizzling wire, when he heard it. That jackhammer heartbeat, instantly recognizable. It was the last thing he heard before he slipped under.

"Time For Two" (E) by snarkatthemoon | 18,363 | Derek says, looking anywhere but at Stiles. "I know we said we weren't gonna do this at either of our houses but your Dad's at work, and I was in the neighbourhood. Plus I haven't stopped thinking about your mouth since I saw you with that popsicle at lunch."

"Well, No, That’s an Understatement" (E) by Pforte | 11,821 | Back when Stiles was in high school he did neither have an all-consuming heart-shaped crush on Derek nor was he desperately in lust with him. Derek is staggeringly handsome, sure, but Stiles got used to it years ago, when the most striking features of Derek were murderous intent, big teeth and glowing eyes. He used to think of Derek with plenty of homicidal anger, annoyance, a healthy dose of fear and eventually grudging affection. None of these past associations explains the breath-stealing sex that had just happened.

"Congregation" (T) by alianora | 2,216 | He could also start his own ministry. The Ministry of Stiles. Stiles' Badass MoFo Church for Badassess and Werewolves.

"Not as Described" 🔒 (E) by Febricant | 113k WIP | Stiles may have just accidentally embroiled himself in a bigger scandal than he was planning on if he’s just bought a slave from one of the most insular families in the city. He feels a little sick now that the adrenaline of competition has worn off, the enormity of what he’s just done only now sinking in. He’s bought a guy. Well, a werewolf, but still. A man. A man that Stiles, now that he thinks about it, can’t imagine for even a nanosecond doing something as mundane as dishes.

"spice up your life!" 🔒 (T) by callunavulgari | 1,890 | “I said,” the girl drawls, setting her elbow down in a saucer of ketchup and grimacing. “That this whole soulmate thing is fucking stupid. You’re supposed to find someone based off of the music they’re listening to? How would you even know what was really stuck in your head and what was in theirs? It’s complete shit.” Derek, who has had everything from Dancing Queen to the Barney theme song stuck in his head all night, winces, and says abruptly, “I think my soulmate is in middle school.”

"in the woods somewhere" 🔒 (M) by callunavulgari | 4,570 | Stiles buys a house in Virginia. It’s a modest thing close to Quantico, but not too close, tucked away into the heart of the wooded Appalachians. It’s three winters into living there before he hears a scratching at his door in the middle of the night, and when he goes to investigate, finds a large black wolf on his doorstep.

"Crazy, Stupid, Love" (T) by toraten | 13,717 | After Stiles gets possessed and de-possessed, he falls into a depression. It's a time in his life he's not proud of. He's unable to help his friends who seem to have no problem getting on with their lives and battling all evil that threatens Beacon Hills, with a smile on their faces. He's unable to do all the big things with his life he was expected to do.

"Bonded Twice Over" (E) by toraten | 7,535 | Derek hadn't necessarily given up, but he had stopped trying. He figured that if something were to happen, if someone were to come along who didn't try to murder him or, you know, murder anyone in general, then he'd be open to it. But he stopped hoping for it. There was no point it hoping for something like that, because he could be dead tomorrow.

"Should've Read the Fine Print" 🔒 (T) by coffeeinallcaps | 5,282 | “Hold on,” Scott said, looking from the wolf to Derek with his mouth hanging open. “That’s... that’s Derek’s wolf? As in, the wolf part of him? Like... in a separate body?” “Corporealized,” Lydia supplied with an unimpressed flick of her hair. “Awesome,” Erica said.

"Stay Still" (M) by onrooftops | 29,580 | They read the entry on the alphas, then Derek crawls into Stiles’s bed and Stiles joins him, and they fall asleep twisted together. He wakes up alone, but there’s a note stuck to his computer. Gone to let the others know about the alphas. Don’t do anything stupid.

"Wolfsbane" (E) by DiscontentedWinter | 52,435 | Kate Argent has kept a little trophy of the Hale fire for all these years - Derek Hale. When Deputy Stiles Stilinski finds him, he doesn't just need to rescue Derek from the Argents. He needs to rescue Derek from his past.

"B.S.T.P.H.T." (E) by dornfelder | 26,604 | Before Derek has the presence of mind to object, Stiles pushes the paper in his hands and makes for his jeep. “Just read it, okay?” is the last thing he says before slamming the door shut.

"Red Riding Hood" (E) by purplecatsweater | 14,760 | Stiles hangs out with werewolves. Stiles dresses up as Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween. It's supposed to be ironic.

"No Excuses" 🔒 (M) by trilliath | 5,483 | He tries to keep an eye on everyone, really he does, but they don't make it easy. Being the lone human at a party full of supernaturals means Stiles is the only one not drinking - not that "drinking" properly encompasses everything happening at this insane bonfire party.

"New Year's Eve, 2024" (T) by accol | 1,332 | Stiles has been away from Beacon Hills for a long time, and Derek has the stars to keep him company.

"Wilderness Adventure" 🔒 (T) by blacktofade | 3,391 | Stiles finds out that rattlesnake bites aren't as fun as they seem on the Discovery Channel.

"Face Down" 🔒 (E) by blacktofade | 4,245 | Stiles turns eighteen on an overcast Saturday in April.

"Cloaked in Gold" (E) by kaistrex | 57,859 | When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles.

"Strip Poker" (T) by kaistrex | 4,267 | When Stiles’ Soulbite manifests on his neck and makes it look like he’s been mauled by an animal, he takes to spending most of his time hiding it in the preserve. It would be the perfect haven if it wasn’t for Derek Hale being such a creeper.

"SiNverse" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 35,520 | Stiles doesn't want to be the Alpha's mate, he doesn't want to be locked up for his own protection, and he's damn sure he doesn't want to be dealing with blood and werewolf parts on a weekly basis, but somehow that's what his life has become.

"Rhetoric's Realm" (E) by Waddiwasii | 10,563 | The first time he sees the boy he's sitting in Derek’s AP English Literature and Composition class sucking the tip of a pen into his mouth. It's intoxicating, the way those ruby red and plush lips fall open; the way he sucks mindlessly on plastic and ink like he has not a single clue what it might allude to.

"Love is a wild thing, baby" (E) by Waddiwasii | 3,166 | Stiles is eleven years old when he walks into the kitchen to place a tiny glass jar in a box under the sink. He doesn't want to catch fireflies anymore.

"Storytime with Stiles" (M) by Waddiwasii | 6,594 | In the post-college summer sun of Beacon Hills, Stiles revisits an old childhood book; rekindling connections with family and friends, as well as sparking an unexpected love amidst the heatwave.

"Pure Intentions" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,900 | Stiles tells Derek that a ritual requiring an act of purity is necessary to save his life, but it eventually becomes clear that this act of purity is entirely different from what Derek had initially thought.

"Small Town Sundays" (E) by Waddiwasii | 4,479 | Featuring Small Town Stiles and Bad Boy Derek Hale on a motorcycle.

"A Glimpse of Us" (E) by Waddiwasii | 15,623 | Just because he’s agreed to go to the wedding doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. And if locking himself in his apartment, cuddling his cat, and drinking wine through a bendy straw while glaring at the RSVP card can be interpreted as not happy, well, then that’s not Stiles' fault.

"Nothing Short Of Perfect" (E) by GotTheSilver | 27,019 | “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

"It's All Laura's Fault" (T) by calrissian18 | 1,680 | Derek has a 10-Year Plan. It's a good, solid plan. Leave it to Laura to ruin it.

"The Accused" (M) by dr_girlfriend | 5,878 | “Remember when I thought I was in love with Kate, and she turned out to be a murderous hunter who killed most of my family and blinded me in the process?” Erica’s voice was cautious. “Derek — what the fuck — of course I remember, how could you even ask? —” “Well, my mate is worse,” Derek said flatly.

"the distance between us" (E) by elisela & thePurebloodPrat | 74,276 | “Alright,” Jordan says, stepping up next to him and pushing him forward. “You’re going to get him some coffee, and when you give it to him, you’re going to ask if you can get his phone number and if he’d be interested in a date when the season’s over. Offer to take him to a Guardians game or something. We’ll let Allison and Kira plan out the rest of your life tonight, but take it shift by shift until then, Chief.”

"Warm Blood" (E) by Melpomene | 4,924 | "I'm a virgin," Stiles says because he has to. It must be known. "I know," Derek says, and it's not soft or kind. Just matter-of-fact. "I… I can't let you go."

"Stilinski v. Intimacy" (E) by primrose_path | 2,808 | For Stiles, sex isn’t about love. Sex is about power.

"The Trail You Leave Behind" (M) by hayesgeneration | 4,351 | After Derek throws out his bed and the couch he picked up off a sidewalk, calls a team of contractors and gets them to work on the hole in his wall and the other apartments in the building, he leaves California.

"Kept" (E) by publicdecency | 177k+ WIP | Derek Hale holds a gargantuan alpha paw out to Stiles for shaking. Stiles glares at it for a moment, eyes flicking desperately to Jordan for approval without thinking about it. He hasn’t moved or done anything without Jordan’s permission in so long he can’t help himself, and everyone in the room notices. Derek Hale most notably. He looks at Stiles’ reaction, looks at Jordan, and slowly retracts his hand. “No talking to alphas, is that it?” There’s accusation there in his tone, but it’s veiled. Thinly. But it is veiled.

"Accidentally in Love" (E) by Waddiwasii | 13,349 | He is an absolute fucking idiot. Alpacas in Peru actually sound a whole lot better than facing up to the fact that he just gave Derek a blowjob in the back of his stupid Camaro.

"After Hours" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,453 | The edge of Stiles’ bed dips as he sinks down on it and buries his face in his hands. He can feel Lydia’s gaze burning into him, her expectant silence growing louder by the second. "You will tell me what happened," Lydia says firmly. "And spare no details.”

"What We Left Behind" (E) by Waddiwasii | 8,317 | “We had dinner at that fancy restaurant downtown—the really expensive one, you know?" Stiles says, picking at his jeans. "He gave me sunflowers. Can you believe he remembered they’re my favorite? And then, to top it all off, he asked me to run away to Vegas for a Star Wars-themed wedding. It was super romantic." There’s a surprised lilt to his dad’s tone when he asks, "Really?” "No," Stiles snaps, rolling his eyes. "He bought me a McFlurry from the McDonald’s drive-through and then we fucked in the backseat of his car."

"Quiet Relinquish" (E) by Waddiwasii | 3,311 | Derek isn't especially worried – Stiles always seems to understand exactly what he needs.

"The Unfortunate Act of Magical Bonding" (E) by Waddiwasii | 5,404 | “I am focusing! Focusing on the fact that we’ve been magically roped into the worst kind of fanfic scenario ever. You’re telling me,” he gestures between himself and Derek, “that unless we – ” He hesitates, the word catching in his throat, before blurting out, “Unless we do that, we’re both going to be in endless, agonising pain?”

"Intro to Crush Management 101" (E) by Waddiwasii | 24,383 | Stiles watches from across the courtyard as Derek Hale, lacrosse captain, human embodiment of unattainable goals, and Stiles’ long-time hopeless crush (former, former crush), holds court with his underlings - well, friends, but Stiles is feeling particularly sardonic today, and if the shoe fits, right?

"Flexible, Friendly, and Adaptable" (M) by MsCee | 16,294 |As a tour guide, Stiles liked to think that he embodied his company’s motto of being flexible, friendly, and adaptable. As a teacher chaperone, Derek Hale’s ethos seemed more along the lines of ‘inflexible, unfriendly, and rigid as hell’. Clearly, they were going to get along swimmingly.

"The dangers of deja-vu" (G) by MsCee | 5,338 | When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown. What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

"serve me lemonade" (E) by endversed | 19,279 | Do not hit on our professor,” Lydia says. “Technically,” Stiles starts to point out, “he’s just our professor’s friend.” “Technically,” she purses her mouth primly around the retort, “he’s old enough to be your father.”

"The Weight of an Enchanted Heart" (E) by PalenDrome | Marriage to the shape-shifting Alpha King of Lunansholt wasn't on Stiles' bingo card. His magic had other plans.

"The Trade" (E) by PalenDrome | 23,800 | On his 18th birthday, Stiles has the chance to choose his gift, no matter how expensive or immoral. Most omegas get themselves a werewolf from The Trade, but Stiles had always promised himself he’d never be one of them. That is, until he discovers that his childhood crush, Derek Hale, is among the local options.

"Focal Point" (E) by PalenDrome | 7,040 | “Please,” Derek gasps. He doesn’t say ‘Alpha’, but it’s damn close.

"A Wolf and His Boy" (M) by lovesrain44 | 93,401 | While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.

"buyer bonus" (G) by elisela | 6,821 | Derek’s out of his seat before he can think better of it. He’s going to ask him out. He’s cool. He can do this. “Hi,” he says, eyes flickering down to the glossy pamphlets of houses for sale that litter the table, and when panic overtakes him, what comes out of his mouth isn’t any of those things. “I’m thinking about buying a new place. Are you an agent?” Ah, crap.

"Out of Order" (M) by moodwriter | 3,812 | Stiles gets hurt, and Derek gets protective.

"Touching You" (M) by moodwriter | 1,839 | Just a first time, coming in pants -story with some dirty words and blushing.

"That Which You Cannot Undo" (E) by uraneia | 28,181 | By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

"These Woods Sigh" (E) by blacktofade | 80,334 | Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens.

"Lines of Ink" 🔒 (T) by blacktofade | 1,363 | Stiles learns about runes and how to use them to his advantage.

"The Sun Comes Crashing In" 🔒 (E) by pinetreelady | 26,543 | A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.

"Mercy Has a Human Heart" (E) by the_deep_magic | 6,161 | It only hurts if he tries to fight it.

"If You're Going Through Hell, Call For Back-up" 🔒 (T) by Brigantine | 12,542 | Something carnivorous has landed in Beacon Hills, and Sheriff Jim Stilinski would prefer his son stay out of the woods at night. When Stiles takes up running in the preserve, Deputy Derek Hale gets cranky.

"Mortal Peril On the Side" 🔒 (M) by Brigantine | 9,898 | Stiles and Derek figure things out. Sheriff Stilinski remains remarkably calm. Stiles gets some advice from two of his mother's friends.

"Patience, Less a Virtue Than a Blade" 🔒 (G) by Brigantine | 1,455 | Stiles's dad is willing to wait to get the answers he needs, but not indefinitely.

"You Are My Fire" (T) by omelet | 8,422 | Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

"Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most" (T) by stilinskisparkles | 5,470 | Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

"Dirt King, Black Crown" (E) by A Devil Like You | 3,640 | Stiles is the new kid in a Catholic College, just back from a bit of a pilgrimage to see old family in Poland. Derek Hale is the golden boy on campus, the one selected to show him around, make him feel at home. Only they spark something in each other, something as dangerous and arresting as a flickering flame.

"don't need to say" (E) by lilysaid | 28,128 | Stiles and Derek spend two weeks on a mission during which the Sheriff definitely discovers his son isn't where he said he would be, the boys accidentally trip a magical bond, and Stiles obsesses about a certain shower.

"Emergency Contact" (T) by Leslie_Knope | 8,145 | He feels decently well-equipped to handle rogue werewolves, kanimas, fucking faeries, or whatever other supernatural-monster-of-the-week that the universe decides to throw at them. A plain old car accident is a completely different story.

"In Which Laura Is Never Going To Let Derek Live This Down" (T) by Omimouse | 1,587 | You’ve got “Help! Save me!” on your wrist. So you do the martial arts classes, and ROTC, and get a concealed carry permit, you are READY, you are SO up for this… and then one day you’re at a friend’s house, and someone comes pounding down the stairs laughing and ducks behind you and goes “Help! Save me!” and that’s how you find out your soulmate was escaping a tickle fight.

"The Alexandrian Solution" (E) by Bexless | 5,317 | "I accept your body!" Stiles says hurriedly. "I accept you. Sexually." There is a pause. Derek says, "Thanks."

"Lest the Fire Consume" (E) by the_ragnarok | 10,653 | 5 times Derek recognized his mate, and the time Stiles recognized him in return.

"Bite Down Hard" (E) by KuriKuri | In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski.

"Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)" (E) by mirrorkill | 20,288 | Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head.

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More to be added!

[brookebroski]

Coolin' Off

here's part 2

author's note- I do not write often and I share my work even less. However, Pope has been on my mind nonstop thanks to ShawnHats in The Pitt and also being extremely active on TikTok lately. Any feedback is encouraged, and thank you for reading!

Warnings- sexual themes but no sex, just tension mainly.

word count- 974

Kachow<3

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It was always summer in Oceanside, a fact that you became attuned to after the first couple years of no fallen leaves or snow to bring in the winter time. Sunny and seventy-five had nothing on the blistering heat that radiated down on you today, laying back by the pool.

It wasn’t that you missed Appalachian winters, that wasn’t the case at all. You were quite fond of not getting stuck in the snow or making your trek to work in the freezing cold wind, so safe to say you appreciated the heat. However, the heat would be more tolerable if you weren’t also dealing with the intense gaze of Pope, which only made the sweat roll down your body faster.

He had been minding his own business for all of five seconds when you had bid your leave to the others at breakfast and made your way to the lounge chair by the pool. He hadn’t eaten with the rest of you, preferring to smash the old fireplace out on the patio; whether he was doing some serious renovations back there or just breaking shit to break it, you weren’t sure. What you were sure of was that if his eyes didn’t leave you soon you were going to catch fire and burn through both your bathing suit and the towel you had laid over your legs attempting to hide any evidence the impact of his gaze had on you.

“Have you always had a staring problem, or am I just special?” you ask, lifting the shades from your eyes to squint at him in hopes he’d get the point and stop drilling a hole into you. You get no verbal response, just a short breathy laugh and the slightest up turn of his lips. You roll your eyes and let your shades fall back down on the bridge of your nose, leaning back into the lounge chair.

You eventually hear the clanking of metal on brick again and finally feel like you can actually relax. That is until you are suddenly soaking wet. You sit up quickly looking for the culprit to find Pope popping his head back up out of the pool and wiping the water and hair from his face before glancing up at you. He takes in your shocked and now wet appearance and chuckles under his breath.

“Are you fucking crazy?” you yell at Pope, his slight smile fades into the usual Pope stare.

“Yes,” he says matter-of-factly, the amusement in his eyes is apparent and only makes you angrier.

“Why the fuck would you do that, Pope?” you stand and make your way over to where Pope is now leaning, his chin rested on his folded arms over the edge of the pool. He keeps one eye on you as you approach, the other scrunched shut to block out the sun’s rays. When you’ve made it to him, you jut one leg out and fold your arms across your chest.  

“It’s very warm out here.”

“So you needed to splash me?” you say incredulously.

“Figured you’d wanna cool down too,” his eyes not leaving you. “Sun’s bad for your skin, you don’t wear sunscreen.”

“It’s called getting a tan dumbass,” you kneel down in front him, leaning your hips to one side and your legs to the other, resting your upper body weight on one arm.

“Tan’s no good if your skin burns off,” Pope moves his gaze to your legs, moving his hand to hover a finger over the leg closest to him. There’s some water left over from his dip in the pool and he lets it gather at the tip of his finger. Before the water droplet falls from his finger he glances back up to you, his cheek now resting on his bicep, watching for your reaction.

“What are you doing?” you ask, accusingly. Pope shrugs slightly looking back to his finger. You look as well.

“Coolin’ you off,” the bead of water falls and you watch it drop. When it hits your leg, you suck in a quick breath as a chill runs through you. You turn your heavy lidded eyes back on Pope, where a devilish smirk rests on his face, satisfied with your reaction. You take a deep breath, attempting to ground yourself.

“What do you want, Pope?” you question him, knowing there has to be some ulterior motive to this insane display he’s putting on.

“What do I want? You came over here to me,” you know he’s trying to ruffle your feathers and instead of letting him, you decide to play his game.

You swing your legs toward him, resting one on either side of Pope leaning against the pool. His eyes widen and he straightens, keeping his face from being enveloped by your thighs. His eyes glued to your center before he gathers himself, clenches his jaw and huffs out a breath. His eyes slowly run up the length of your torso until he meets your eyes; his chin angled at his chest and looking at you through his eyebrows with a predatory gleam. The two of you leer at each other, Pope daring you to continue, you not backing down.

“If the two of you would fuck already the rest of us could get some goddamn peace,” Craig yells as he makes his way to the gate, you startle, jumping back as much as you can with your legs still in the pool. You look back to him and see him throwing a peace sign over his shoulder before leaving the patio. You exhale, turning back toward Pope to see him in the exact same position, still staring you down only now with a smirk. You don’t need to ask to know that his eyes never once left you when you’d turned to look at Craig.

[solarpunkfool]

I'm seeing a lot about "no-buy years" and the planned Feb 28 "economic blackout" and I just... have some thoughts.

All of this is great. Definitely do it. Definitely commit, as much as you can, to taking back the only power recognized by capitalism. That is, the dollars the you generate and the attention they demand.

AND

Remember that the Alabama bus boycotts lasted MORE THAN A YEAR. Remember that the French labor unions have to go on strike for WEEKS to see results. Remember that targeted boycotts are much more about making companies loose face rather than dollars, and that making noise (ie. generating media coverage) matters a great deal.

Put your usual purchases in your amazon/target cart,

abandon it,

cancel your prime membership,

then go find local stores to make your purchases at.

AND COMMIT TO MAKING THIS CHANGE PERMANENT.

This isn't about "Amazon needs to do better and then we'll give them back their money", this is about taking away Amazon's power INDEFINITELY.

Join Buy-Nothing groups and share your own resources.

Consider different solutions to problems you'd usually solve by purchasing things. (My most recent personal example is that I really needed an over-sink drying rack to keep my kid's dishes clean, but I didn't want to buy one - so I rigged something up with twine, a piece of a broken shoe rack, and some push pins).

Look to the people that capitalism has historically marginalized and harmed the most. My father-in-law (from a dirt poor Appalachian family) has a garage full of what I thought was "junk" but that man has never had to go BUY a tool, he's always got something somewhere that will do the job. Is it hording if his neighbors and family can always rely on him to let them borrow a claw hammer?

Utilize anti-cap resources - libraries, makers-spaces, repair cafes, parks.

Stop participating (as much as you can) in the economy that harms you.

Find ways to spend as LITTLE AS POSSIBLE, for AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.*

We aren't going to fix these companies, they are PART OF THE BROKEN SYSTEM.

*This doesn't apply to small businesses. Vet those people, then make sure you keep what power dollars you have circulating locally.

[winterrain-11]

some more gravity falls hcs :3

(a lot of these are sad)

cw for drug use, mentions of abuse, major character death, and other such depressing things

- mabel starts swearing like a sailor after the summer (ik that stan made an effort not to swear around the kids, but i don’t think ford did, and it made stan’s filter slip more) and gets in trouble for it at home. when stan finds out he tries to hard to pretend to be mad but he’s lowkey proud

- the twins have to fight tooth and nail to teach their grunkles to use a cellphone, especially facetime. they eventually get the hang of it, but the first few months at sea were two hour facetimes of the grunkle’s chins just bickering at each other and assorted “how’s it hanging pumpkin? how’s school?”

- stan and ford watched westerns nonstop as kids (though ford was more into star trek and doctor who) and they played cowboys often. stan was OBSESSED with cowboys and briefly tried to work as a ranch hand while he was homeless in his 20s

- dipper and mabel have a love/hate relationship with cw’s supernatural. mabel thinks the boys are hot and is definitely a destiel shipper. dipper loves the genuine supernatural-ness of the early seasons and now still watches it kind of as a joke but also because mabel got him on the destiel train. the last two episodes ruined their lives.

- the twins have opposite reactions to weed. it makes ford’s paranoia really bad and makes him nauseous, but it makes stan’s adhd brain quiet for once and allows him to relax for once. when dipper and mabel get older, they have very similar reactions. when stan catches mabel smoking, he tries to be responsible about it and tell her that smoking is bad for her and to not end up like him, but eventually they just smoke together on occasion.

- mabel is significantly better at guessing plot twists than dipper (in books, movies etc) and dipper DESPISES this fact (i think it’s the same for the stan twins too tbh)

- stan dies first, ford dies almost exactly a year later.

- stan picks up guitar while he’s homeless, uses it to make a bit of money on street sides. he teaches mabel in her teen years when his hands get to old to play.

- when ford and fiddleford rekindle, stan and fiddleford bond over regaining memory. they both relearn their instruments together (guitar and banjo respectively) and enjoy singing along to old outlaw country and appalachian folk rock (stan picked it up in his travels).

- (cont.) ford suggests music because it’s known to help dementia and alzheimer’s patients with regaining memories, and while that’s true, he really more just enjoys seeing his two favorite people happy again.

- both ford and stan think the other voted for trump (2016), neither of them did. stan thought hilary was hot (and thought trump was a loser) and ford voted third party (sorry he gives me centrist vibes). i imagine they both vote dem in 2020 and 2024 because they see trump as a much worse conman/asshole and a narcissistic sociopath respectively.

- (cont.) the twins have heard the stan’s complain about the other’s political ideologies and know that they vote the same but refuse to tell the other. wendy is also in on this and they all have to tackle soos on several occasions to keep him quiet before election day.

- nate and lee definitely explored each other’s bodies and when they finally came out to the friend group everyone was super confused because they assumed that they had been dating for years

- ford has a very addictive personality. while stanley does too, he can restrain himself (doesn’t smoke or drink around the kids, doesn’t lose himself in gambling), ford picks up smoking on the stan-o-war II and doesn’t stop until he dies. Stan has refused to go to Vegas with him even though ford begs, but stan knows an addict when he sees one. ford never acknowledges his problem.

- stan doesn’t tell ford about his homelessness and abuse at the hands of his father/pimps/drug lords until they’re several months deep on the stan-o-war II and certain things start to trigger his PTSD. Ford listens and opens up about his abuse under Bill and his life of crime in the multiverse. they definitely cry together for a long time.

- (cont.) Stan only tells the kids when they’re in college. mabel self destructs a bit during this period trying desperately to find herself and stan is terrified that she’ll go down his path of dangerous desperation for self-worth and wants her to know that he knows how she feels, they grow even closer because of this.

- stan did drag for a short period of time around the southwest in his homelessness. at first he was forced to do it to be degraded, but once he got his autonomy back, he began to do it on his own accord and really enjoyed it/was really good at it. he tried to convince himself that ‘he wasn’t queer or anything’ and was just doing it for the money, but he never really fully believed that. (where he learned to wear a girdle)

- once again. stan wanted to be a cowboy so bad okay i know this in my heart of hearts. this man LOVES clint eastwood and johnny cash and RAHHHH i know it.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask & this ask

Dark!Coryo, Dark!Peacekeeper Coryo, Innocent!Reader, obsession

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1:

Coriolanus, now Private Snow, hated District 12. It was so depressing. Between the coal dust, mud, and poverty, he’s surprised that half of the district's population hasn't killed themselves yet. The atmosphere is horrible.

He hates it.

Would've never made it to adulthood if he was raised in the back hills of the Appalachian mountains. Seriously, he would've offed himself. Between the mud, the muggy heat, the never ending coal dust, the bugs (locals call them skeeters), and the overall atmosphere of despair, he hates District 12.

Oh, how he missed the view of the Rockies that surround his beloved Capitol. He had such a lovely view of the superior mountain range from his former penthouse. Even though it was falling apart, moldy, and rat infested, the penthouse was still on the Corso. Was still in the wealthiest part of town. Yes, he was struggling to stay afloat; was impoverished, but at least he lived in the prized and most sought after part of the Capitol.

Keyword: lived. As in past tense, as in he used to live there. Now he lives on Peacekeeper Base-12, District 12.

From a 12th floor Corso penthouse to a peacekeeper’s base in 12. Oh, how Coriolanus Snow has fallen.

High-as-a-kite-bottom must be shitting rainbows at Coriolanus being a peacekeeper in a backwater district.

And to think he was originally assigned to the peacekeeper base in 8. Oh, how he's glad he spent every last cent to his name to bribe his way into service in 12. He doubts that he could survive District 8 considering it's full of nothing but smog, tenant buildings, and textile factories.

At least in 12 he has some fresh air to breathe.

But, he hasn't been able to find his reason for being in 12.

Lucy Gray.

He's been in 12 for a few weeks now and can't locate her. Even Sejanus can't get anyone to tell him where she's at. That's bad considering how everyone seems to trust Sejanus; open up to the naive revolutionary due to his warm and friendly personality.

So, Coriolanus is stuck patrolling the streets of District 12 while rethinking his life choices. God, how he wants to be back in the Capitol so bad. He'll do anything to get back.

Anything at all.

One day, while on patrol in the Merchant Sector, he spotted you, a pretty Seam girl, making her way to the apothecary shop.

You had on a pretty floral dress.

No, not just a floral dress, but a dress with tiny red roses on it.

It suited you.

You had a book tucked under your arm as you walked down the cobbled streets of the nicer part of the district. And when you noticed him, you gave him a small smile.

That was the biggest goddamn mistake you've ever made in your entire life!

That one small smile sent Coriolanus’ mind into overdrive. You were so kind to him with that one tiny gesture. So kind when everyone else in the district looked at him with disgust because of the uniform he wore on a daily basis. Everyone else in this back asswards district looked at him like a bug to be squashed, but you didn't. You looked at him like he was a genuine person.

Your small smile was full of warmth and sunshine. It reminded him of his mother, who he lost such a long time ago.

Oh, how he secretly craved the warm gentleness of a woman. The warm gentleness that he's only known while in the embrace of his mother.

He wonders if you would sing to him late at night when sleep seemed to evade him. When he was deep in thought, too focused on a problem that needed solving to sleep. Would you wrap your arms around him, hold him when he needed solace? Would you be that gentle woman's touch he's craved his entire life?

Yes.

Yes, you will be.

Coriolanus vowed that he'd find a way back to the Capitol, but now that's changed. Now, he needs to find a way to bring both of you back to the Capitol.

As delusional as it might seem Coriolanus was instantly obsessed with you all because you gave him a kind, small smile while on your way to intern at the apothecary shop.

But he didn't view it as obsession, instead he viewed it as love. And he loves you with his entire being all because you smiled sweetly at him.

Your older brother Rein and his girlfriend Ashlie raised you to be leery and fearful of peacekeepers. They told you not to trust them; to stay away from them. And most of all, they told you to never ever look them in the eye or talk to them.

Not unless you wanted trouble to rain down on you like hellfire, that is.

But you made the mistake of flashing one a smile while on your way to the apothecary. The peacekeeper was young, you reckon around your age, and very tall. He had to be one of the tallest men you've ever seen in your entire life. But it wasn't his height that made you notice him. No, it was his eyes. Eyes such a pure blue, that they reminded you of the beautiful crystal clear water of the lake.

He seemed unlike any man you've ever seen before. Yes, he was a peacekeeper on watch duty, but he looked miserable. As if he didn't want to be here.

So, before you could think twice, you gave him a small, warm and friendly smile. Hoping that maybe you could cheer him up. Make his day a bit brighter in the desolate, depressing coal mining district you were cursed to be living in.

To your surprise, he smiled back. It was a closed lip smile, but it took over his entire face and just made his eyes sparkle. Made him look youthful underneath his peacekeeper's persona.

You barely made it a yard away from him when suddenly, a large shadow loomed over you. Looking up, you saw that the very same peacekeeper you just shared a smile with was right next to you. Walking by your side, like your personal golden retriever.

Except you didn't know that Private Snow isn't a golden retriever. He's more like a demon possessed Chihuahua from the deepest pits of hell. Shit, scratch that, he's legit the hellhound Cerberus that's guards the gate to the underworld for Hades.

Mhm…

But you didn't know that. How could you? You've just seen the man. Up until now he's been nothing, but a stranger to you.

Just another random peacekeeper.

“Um, hi.” You greeted your new companion, your voice a near stutter, as you passed by townspeople and shopkeepers while walking down the cobblestone street of the Merchant Sector.

Everyone looked a bit wide-eyed since you were side by side with a peacekeeper. Surely your name would be in the gossip mill tonight; it wouldn't be anything good either. Your older brother was going to flip his shit when he found out.

“Hello, Miss-” The peacekeeper at your side greeted, leaving an opening hanging for you to supply him your name.

“Y/N Halvir.” You simply supplied.

“Well, Miss Y/N, I'm Private Coriolanus Snow; I thought perhaps I could escort you to wherever you're going since, after all, it's my duty to patrol these streets and keep the good law-abiding citizens of 12 safe from harm.” Coriolanus told you, laying the charm on real thick since he wanted you to believe that he just wanted to do something nice and dutiful for you. He didn't want you to know that he wanted to take you to your destination in order to show you off to the entire Merchant Sector. To make sure that everyone (and he means everyone) in that part of 12 knows that you're with him.

Commissioned Officers are the only ones allowed in the Peacekeepers to have serious relationships (usually they would have an arranged match in the Capitol) but he didn't care. Coriolanus Snow did what he wanted; the hell with anybody else. He wanted something, he took it. Right now, he wanted you.

So…

He was taking you.

Or at least he would be taking you back to the Capitol with him once he figures out a way back there. But as for right now, Private Snow was letting everyone see you together; letting everyone know that you were his girl.

His girl and off limits to anyone else.

And if someone even did so much as look at you sideways, well, he'd kill them.

“Oh, you don't have to. The apothecary’s right up the bend and I'd hate to be a bother; make you take time out just to walk me there.”

“It's not a bother at all, darling. In fact, I insist on walking with you, to keep you safe.” Private Snow smiled, seeming to be a friendly and helpful gentleman underneath his grey uniform. “Never know who out there might try to harm such a pretty girl, like you.” He added in to drive home his reason for walking with you.

Hearing him call you pretty made your cheeks grow hot. Oh my… Nobody's called you pretty before, not even your own brother and his girlfriend (and they raised you). No, Rein and Ashlie always said that you looked nice.

Coriolanus calling you pretty did something to you.

The peacekeeper smirked to himself, knowing that his words had ensnared you to him. He honestly did think you were pretty, so having you react to the compliment by getting all flustered made his heart soar. It gave his obsessive nature a large ego boost, because to him your reaction meant that you loved him back, just like he loved you.

That the two of you shared the unbreakable bond of love at first sight.

But the truth of the matter was that Coriolanus was obsessed with you in an unhealthy way after seeing you and sharing a few words while you were just a kind person that wasn't used to being called pretty

You're from the Seam; girls from the seem don't get called pretty.

Well, not unless they're one Lucy Gray Baird.

But that reality would never be Private Snow's reality. No, his reality’s one where you're both crazy in love with each other after sharing smiles, a few words, and a walk.

Coming to a stop right in front of the apothecary, you looked at the peacekeeper and politely told him, “Thank you for walking me here, Coriolanus.”

Coriolanus leaned forward, closing the space between you, only to request, “Please, call me Coryo. All my friends and family do.”

His words took you aback. Blinking, you asked in disbelief, “You want to be friends?”

“Yes.” Coryo nodded, a too wide smile showcasing his pearly whites on his face.

Lie!

That was a big fat fucking lie!

He didn't want to be your friend, he wanted to be your boyfriend. No, no. That's not true either. Scratch that, Peacekeeper Snow wanted to be your husband.

Yes, that's right. He just met you and barely knows you, but he wants to be your husband. All because he's obsessed with you; thinks that you share some kind of special undying love all because of a kind smile and a blush.

Boy oh boy, seems like he forgot about Lucy Gray real quick.

Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray who?

She didn't matter to him anymore. Coriolanus realizes now that the songbird was just a means to an end; that it would've never worked out between them.

That you're his true prize. The girl that's meant for him. The girl that's kind and pretty, just like his mother used to be before she was taken away from him by dying in the birthing bed with his baby sister.

You're his perfect girl.

“Okay. We can be friends.” You naively responded.

If only you knew what he truly meant by ‘being friends’. It'd save your family a whole lot of trouble and heartbreak. That's for sure.

“I'll wait around; escort you back when your done.” Coriolanus offered as the young dirty blonde man inside of the apothecary shop looked at the window, stunned to see you talking so easily with a peacekeeper.

A peacekeeper that had no need for herbs, remedies, and healers since he had access to all the modern medical marvels Panem’s Capitol had to offer at the PKB-12 Military Hospital. The young shopkeeper was concerned for your safety, seeing you exchanging words effortlessly with the uniformed grunt.

“I’m interning here til 5:30, sometimes 6.” You told Coriolanus because you didn't want your new friend waiting around for you when he had work to do.

Before Coriolanus could tell you that he'd be back around then to escort you home, the door to the apothecary flung open and out walked Juris Ashberry.

Juris was a dirty blonde of average height that you had gone to school with. His father was a clerk at the Justice Building; worked closely with the mayor. His mother was good friends with the old hag that owned the apothecary.

So, Juris arranged for you to get an internship at the shop after his family had arranged for him to be in a courtship with Belladonna, the daughter of the old hag that ran the apothecary.

Belladonna hated you because her intended, Juris, had a sweet spot for you. A sweet spot he was too chicken to openly declare.

And it was the worried look in his eyes that tipped Coriolanus off that the man who just walked out of the apothecary felt something for you. He wanted to stab that dirty merchant boy's eyes out for looking at you.

Coriolanus is the only one allowed to look at you with such sweet worry and care.

“Y/N, you're needed inside.” Juris told you as a way to separate you and Coryo. His eyes sized up the Capitol born and bred peacekeeper, concluding that if he had to then he could take the tall and athletically built peacekeeper on in a fight.

“Bye, Coryo.” You waved at your new friend before turning towards the apothecary.

You were almost to the door whenever it opened and out strolled Belladonna, your boss's daughter. She gave you a glare before skipping over to Juris and snatching his hand in hers. “Now that she's finally here, we can go have midmorning tea with Mayfair and Billy.”

Juris just nodded before silently walking off with Belladonna in the direction that the Mayor's large lavish house was in.

Coriolanus didn't like Juris. Even though Juris has himself a pretty flaxen blonde on his arm, the way he looked at you was dangerous. And the fact that the man seemed comfortable at your place of employment (internship, but practically the same thing) didn't go over well with him either.

Coriolanus decided that he needed to get you away from that dirty blonde man; he needed to make you dependent on him. And he needed to do those things because it was the only way to ensure that you'll join him back in the Capitol.

So, while you went about your midmorning in the apothecary, Coriolanus patrolled the streets while scheming up a way to get you fired. Hmm, maybe he could threaten the shopkeeper’s family? People seemed to do anything to keep their family safe.

Whatever he’s got to do to get you out of that shop, he’s going to do it. He was going to stop at nothing to have you on his arm as he stepped out of the train and onto the platform during his return to the best city in all of Panem.

The Capitol.

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