#The Dixie Belles

[thepopculturearchivist]

TIME, May 14, 1934

[austinbutlermischief]

BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTOS FROM NATASHA BASSETT'S INSTAGRAM. PHOTO BY RUBY BELL.

Rest In Peace Dixie Locke.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Ruby once again feeding us so well with bts content 🥹 (Seen on her Insta story, head over to her website to see more!!!)

[voidimp]

we are once again. baja blastin

[nurbsfirby]

Michael and I went for some drinks. Safe to say they'll be the last. He's a sweetheart, but I had a feeling he'd rather be anywhere else. In other romantic related news I did hit it off with Lewis. I'm in shock at how well matched we are. I added him on social bunny, so I'll be doing some digging!

(Never seen Lewis before in my life, but they really did get along perfectly! Now I'll be rooting for them fr)

[bumblebeerror]

I want you to know so bad that we actually play Sweet Home Alabama at weddings, proms, any event and people get fuckin jiggy with it alright we got drunk people making line dancing packs and everything when that comes on

Honestly this delights me SO much it’s a GOOD ASS SONG and I’m glad SOMEBODY’S appreciating it besides Kid Rock in “All Summer Long”

Lynyrd Skynyrd’s songs fuck hard and honestly so does pretty much anything that isn’t shitty post 9/11 bro country

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

[lavender-rayray]

Dixie and Koda!!❤️❤️

Two new characters I’ve made for my own lil story stuff.

major comforts characters for me now cause yes❤️❤️

Based on my favorite cookie run characters cause I don’t really partake in the fandom anymore-

Some info for em

Dixie belle-

Sheriff Dixie belle is a well known figure in wistoner, despite her rank as sheriff she is not often seen by the public for long periods of time usually lurking in the shadows away From crowded places.

bandits, outlaws and gunslingers stay clear of her watchful eye knowing well if they fall in her sights their freedom and potentially their lives will be limited.

 her sharped tooth grin and piercing green eyes are always the last thing they before their fate is decided.

Whenever she is seen her face is always shadowed by her hat with only her eyes visible.

when she isn’t doing her duties as sheriff she‘ll take on bounty hunting work from others, her morals can be quite questionable when it comes to her bounty hunting work as she’ll find and retrieve anyone for the right price no questions asked.

 She‘s very rough and no nonsense determined to get the job done quick and efficiently, she doesn’t take kindly to weakness or soft individuals. (or so she says) 

she can be very standoffish and a little hawty in her mannerisms not often offering kindness to others but get her respect and you have a powerful ally for life.

She may come off as mean but deep down inside her heart of stone there is a big loving softy it just takes the right person to really find it.

Eucarian type is vulpinia and lagomia

Bisexual

Koda-

koda is a traveling musician story teller seen across yotaran.

while not as famous as some, many enjoy his eccentric stories and wacky songs!

he loves playing for anyone around good or bad as he loves spreading positivity everywhere he can and uplifting the moods of all.

 He tends to be very go with the flow and a general people pleaser which some have used against him after finding out.

because he likes to view things and people around him positively he often lacks the foresight to see the true evils that lurk around or within the things he views so highly.

He spends a lot of time in the forest where he plays his flute and bonds with the creatures that come to listen, even monsters find themselves soothed by the smooth flowy tune of his song.

He’s come to know many folk in his travels, with varying moral compass’ but he was never one to judge, so there are many times where one may mention a person in passing and Koda will go in detail about how he knows them and the bond they formed from likely one encounter.

When it comes to romance he is hilariously dense, his lack of character foresight also Works in reverse and makes any advances one could make towards him go right over his head and he probably won’t ever realize unless you say straight to his face.

eucarian type is lupinia and avinia

Pansexual

[twinkletoes670]

Finally my son has arrived!

[dannais-dde-daneann]

Archive-2022/23: Cool winter outfit in style of 1915-16 Pa-1

[bargainsleuthbooks]

#BingCrosbyAPocketfulofDreams by #GaryGiddens #BookReview #Music #Movies #Biography #Hollywood

One of my favorite performers from the 20th century was #BingCrosby. He was the biggest #recordingartist in the world, a hit on #radio and in films. #APocketfulofDreams looks at #DerBingle life until the beginning of #WWII #BookReview #GaryGiddens

From Bing Crosby’s early days in college minstrel shows and vaudeville, to his first hit recordings, from his 11 year triumph as star of America’s most popular radio show, to his first success in Hollywood, Gary Giddins provides a detailed study of the rise of this American star. Bing Crosby: A Pocketful of Dreams (Amazon US) (Amazon UK) (Audible.com) (Barnes & Noble) (Audiobooks.com)…

[reclaimedbymaclean]

French Country Cottage Clock

Hello Friends and Welcome to my blog!  It’s now 2023 and one of my goals is to get back to blogging. You will still find me on Facebook, Instagram and Pinterest…oh and I’ve been trying my hand at Tik Tok (ing) too, ha! I have been doing some serious thrifting and have a new stash of goodies update this year. My style leans toward coastal cottage however farmhouse and french country will fall…

[dovesndecay]

Hey! I saw your post on diet culture and fast food and wanted to know what you mean about "diet culture would rather us starve than admit fast food is an accessible food resource"? Could you elaborate? (sorry for the paraphrase, I'm on mobile.) Thanks!

So, I'm disabled in a number of ways. I struggle really hard with executive function, appetite, sensory issues, and pain/fatigue/brainfog that makes deciding on food, and then following the process of making that food very difficult on a good day.

I've always had food issues -- I've snuck whole mouthfuls of food I could not physically make myself eat into the bathroom to spit it out in the toilet because I'd been told I had to eat it. I've puked from the texture of food. And I've gone hungry because food that was prepared is food I could not eat, for a number of reasons.

I'm also really fucking poor. I cannot work a regular job anymore. Groceries have actively skyrocketed to the point where our household is spending less than HALF of what we should be for the number of people. The difference between buying a bunch of groceries that we may or may not eat before they expire or our tastes for them die and simply purchasing a meal from a fast food joint is literally just the cost of labor -- saving us from expending spoons on deciding, buying ingredients, preparing, cooking, and then eating that food, which I will again stress that we might not actually eat.

There's only so many times you can have Walmart brand chicken nuggets before you physically cannot choke it down again.

Diet culture has a huge focus on eating the "right" kind of foods as well as this weird "self-sufficiency" fetish for cooking that can be fine but has a bad habit of edging into ableism. If you physically cannot cook on a regular basis, for any reason, and you have a lot of fast food meals, you get judged a lot for it. It's labeled "unhealthy" and "lazy". I am often told that I just "haven't found the right recipes" or "cooking hacks". No, man, I'm just fucking disabled.

Personally, I'd label starving as more unhealthy than eating fast food, but people don't like hearing that you aren't willing to swallow whatever gruel society thinks people in poverty deserve to have.

For me, fast food is predictable, safe, filling, often less expensive, convenient, spoons-saving, and it means I will eat. I also just genuinely think a lot of fast food tastes good. Sure, it's not fresh veggies and fruits, but I'm not getting those anyway. When I buy groceries, it's the cheapest items possible which means a lot of frozen foods, packaged pastas, and cereals.

And this isn't even looking at food deserts where grocery stores are few and far between, but fast food chains are everywhere. Even my Louisiana hometown, boasting a population of 10,659 people as of 2020, has a Burger King, McDonald's, Hardee's, Wendy's, Taco Bell, Popeyes, and numerous pizza delivery places. Y'know what closed down though? The Piggly Wiggly, one of the more affordable grocery stores -- my grandmother actually worked there during my childhood -- and I don't think the Winn-Dixie is even open there anymore either. So all they've got is a Walmart.

Fast food is an accessible food resource, and diet culture would rather see us starve than acknowledge that.

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Hear me out. Simon Riley meeting you is Travellin Soldier by Dixie Chicks coded

Like he meets you when he goes back to Manchester for the first time since his family's death and goes to a diner. Reader's the person at the counter and is super sweet. You manage to get a conversation out of him, somehow.

Surprising himself, he asks if you're able to go on an outing with him and you tell him to pick you up after your shift. He supposes it would be a good way to make the visit to his hometown more tolerable. He picks you up and you just walk around town for a few hours. He tells you about how he's in the military and how he keeps to himself. By the end of the night, he asks if he can write to you. He figures you're distant enough to not hurt nothin.

What he wasn't expecting was months of shared stories, and the bond you two grow. He deployed more than before, gone for a couple months at a time. When he's able to, he visits you. The places where he only saw his family in the places they used to go, he now begins to see your smile in them too. You both knew there was something there that isn't purely platonic. The lingering gazes, the eyes flickering down at each other's lips, the hands brushing against each other.

There are nights where you call for hours, secrets and thoughts being shared amongst each other, comforting words being softly said. He doesn't understand how you got to him. How you managed to get through to him. Maybe you were an angel, an apology from God for the misfortune brought upon him. His new light, new family. You were something he never knew he needed and now he can't imagine how he lived before you.

He gets an emergency summon for deployment; told he'd be gone fore nearly 6 months. He told you immediately and promised he'd write. He leaves you with a crushing hug and a kiss on the forehead, a silent promise he'll be back.

There was no communication. He was unable to write, unable to call. He was gone for 5 months, and you had no idea what was going on. Nights with tears rolling down your face, not knowing what happened to your Simon. He became to you what you are to him. Around the 4 month mark with no word from him, you're convinced he's dead. He promised to write. But there's no letter. No call. No Simon. You have no connection to him, on paper. If he did die, there's no way you'd know. He'd be gone into the wind, just as his words.

You carry on, seeing him in everything. In the park, the nighttime when you used to call, the stray cats he always gave you shit for petting.

You were working a 9 hour shift at that little diner, taking someone's order. Time droned on impossibly slow, the clock ticking seeming to taunt you. You automatically greet the next person to walk in, bell above dinging.

"Hi, welcome in, I'll be with you in just a moment" You say, monotone. You turn to the cook window and let him know what the previous order was.

"There any way I can scootch in any sooner?" A deep, familiar voice asks. He sounds so much like your Simon, causing your heart to clench.

"Yeah, just one second, sir"

You hand the cook the ticket and turn back around. Your notepad drops out of your hand, along with your pen, at the sight of Simon standing in the doorway. He didn't even bother to change out of his uniform, coming straight from base to you.

You come out from behind the counter and speed walk to him, throwing yourself into his arms, tears spilling. He hugs you back just as tightly, feeling like he can finally breath for the first time in 5 months.

"How are you here?? I thought you died" You cry into his shoulder, shaking.

"I had no way to get a hold of you, I'm so sorry" He whispers into your hair.

"You came back" You sniffle.

"I promised"

(Lemme know if y'all want a part 2)