#isnt that the soldier from the freeway

[yorky-york-and-the-deltoids]

So Maine can get shot in the throat 9 times, hit by a car, and thrown off a bridge and all he gets is not being able to talk (and sigma), but wash gets shot once in the throat and suddenly there's real consequences??

[blackroseguzzi]

Alive and Dead

BACKSTORY:

Josephine met Daryl back in Atlanta when she was hot-wiring a truck on the freeway in Atlanta. She didn't realize the truck belonged to one Merle Dixon until a gun was pointed to the back of her head.

She had been visiting from out of state to see her brother, who had recently been in a coma when the whole world went to shit.

She had always been the black sheep of her family. She never wanted to be in law enforcement like Rick and her father, and she had her own plans which turns out wasn't much and only seemed to have gotten her in trouble.

After meeting, and almost getting shot in the skull, her and the Dixon brothers trucked along together for a while until they met the group at the Quarry, where Josephine had been reunited with her Brother’s wife and her nephew.

The years went on and Josephine grew a strong connection with Daryl. She held him after he killed his brother, she was strong and always ready to team up with him for a fight or a hunt. She wasn't really scared of much, except loosing her family- which she was constantly trying to protect, and that family included Daryl.

Their closeness continued, and her bond with Daryl blossomed the most at their home at the prison. Neither of them said much about their budding relationship, but it was there. It takes a lot for Daryl to open up to the idea of romantic relationships, and for Josephine too. Daryl only felt comfortable letting his guard down with you, and it was something he’d never felt before.

After Negan had taken Daryl to the sanctuary he realized he needed Josephine. Life was too short in this new world, and he wanted to marry her.

When he returned to Hilltop to reunite with his group, Josephine and Daryl exchanged an moment together that bound them for eternity.

When Rick had asked Daryl and Josephine to lead the sanctuary it had been hard on the both of them. Daryl grew colder as the months dragged on. Josephine tried her hardest to grow crops but nothing worked in the old factory. It didn't help that Rick and Daryl were at odds with each other. Josephine had never been the perfect sister, but after the world ended and Josephine and Rick’s sibling bond became very strong, it was hard to not side with him on mostly everything- even if her husband hadn't agreed.

Years dragged on after Rick’s death. Daryl would show up at Josephine’s home in Alexandria, slipping into bed next to her some nights and their conversations were always surface level. Their spark was slowly disappearing, until she hardly ever went out looking for him. They had argument after argument about how Daryl needed to stop looking for Rick, or his remains,  but after a few years she knew it wasn't just about Rick anymore it was about Daryl and how hard it was loosing people you had become so close with.

By the 6th year, Michonne had started running a tight ship around their small community. Michonne was certainly the leader, always more outspoken and respected than Josephine. She had natural leadership qualities that Josephine just never possessed. Jo took to dealing with crops and hunting, and after a long debate was soon in charge of making sure Negan played his fair share in building their community. He was a far cry from the guy with a green thumb, but Josephine didn't let him slack off when it came to hard work in the gardens.

The 6th year was strange for Josephine, mostly because some of the people and Alexandria were noticing that she had started ‘forgetting’ to wear the old antique ring Daryl had given her as a wedding ring. He always found it so hard to be romantic, it just wasn't in his nature and he loved that Josephine didn't mind. She did however find the act of him giving her that ring to be one of the most romantic gestures she had ever recieved.

Over the years Josephine started gathering strong relationships with the other members of her community- especially Aaron, who was like another brother to her. She loved his daughter, and helped him as much as she could. At first when they had met Josephine was so skeptical of the man. Especially after being along in the woods for 3 months and raped but one of the members of a claimers group that ended up finding her and begging for blood when she had been reunited with Daryl. She lost a lot of herself when that had happened after the prison fell, but she gained a lot of it back once they had found Alexandria.

So much had happened in this new world, and finally after everything the different communities had to start working together. People had died in the hands of whisperers. Carol, Josephine’s closest friend had lost another child and she couldn't imagine what that must have been like after she had lost Sophia all those years ago.

Michonne, Daryl and Josephine headed to oceanside to practice some battling skills. It was sometimes awkward when Daryl was around Josephine because of the tension and distance the two had been experiencing for so many years. It hurt Josephine, but she knew the love they had for each other wouldn't ever just go away and they were slowly starting to rebuild that relationship they once had, especially because of Lydia.

Lydia had talked a lot with Daryl over past abuse, and she felt comfortable talking to Daryl about things, but it was different between Josephine and Lydia. Lydia adored Josephine, she was the mother she always dreamed of having. She was fun, and strong, and a great listener. When Daryl begged Josephine to let Lydia stay with them at their home she was hesitant at first, but as soon as the young girl made herself at home she treated her like family instantly. It was much easier having Lydia there when Daryl was away, because the void of loneliness didn't feel so large anymore. She felt she had a larger purpose taking in Lydia.

At Oceanside, they all gathered for training in battle. They had all been learning tricks to come together as one community to fight against walkers and whisperers if they had to. It had been a while since the boundaries had been set and there hadn't been problems when the heard moved out, but it was always good to stay alert .

As everyone finished they made it safely back to oceanside to rest and catch up before Carol’s boat was to arrive at the docks. Josephine sat in the sand as she watched her niece and nephew run around in the sand collecting shells.

It brought a small smile to her face to see the children actually behaving like children, not battle soldiers preparing for war. She felt a tug in her chest as she thought of Carl. He had grown up so fast and took the the new world with such ease. He was a fighter, and she missed him and his parents everyday. She wished Judith and little RJ could have grown up with Carl as their older sibling.

“When’s the last time you relaxed on a beach?” Came a gruff voice from behind her. Josephine didn't have to turn around to realize who was about to take a seat beside her. She stuck her feet further in the same and wrapped her arms around her knees and smiled lightly.

“When I was younger, my granddad used to take Rick and I to Black River to fish. I remember always hating the way the sand felt between my toes… but right now after not feeling it for so long, I cant say it’s that bad.”

She avoided his eyes as she continued to watch the children run around with buckets and laugh. Daryl placed one of his large hands on her shoulder, which she knew he wanted her to look at him.

“I’m going to try and make it home next week. I just need a little more time to get things settled here.” Daryl responded lightly, afraid of her response.

Josephine nodded slowly and let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. She finally looked over at him, and down at his hand resting on her shoulder and she realized his wooden ring she had made him was still on his finger. Older and worn from the years, but it was still there. She suddenly felt guilt inside of her when she realized she hadn't put hers on in weeks.

“It’s okay, I understand.” She whispered back. Suddenly, she got up from where she had been sitting and brushed the sand off of herself before turning towards the children, ushering them back to camp.

Daryl sat there, watching her leave. Promising himself things were going to change, and that once things were finally settled in all the communities then he was going to take a back burner from running around. Not only did he feel a desire to settle down now more than ever, he felt he needed to in order to keep his marriage going.

Daryl was never one to ever think he would get married to a woman, but when the dead started eating people he knew better than ever that anything could happen.

*Just the backstory to know that the OC isnt a new character and she has a story!* I hope you guys enjoy this- I’ll be posting often so let me know if you want to be tagged/please review!

[hellomissmabel]

Of Dusk and Dawn epilogue

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Word count: 693

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaching fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge. My prompt was Greek God AU.

Series masterlist can be found here

She rushes into his embrace as soon as he enters her line of sight. The God had taken his mortal form, Steve, and now freely appears to the eyes of the non-believer. He thanks Bucky for saving his sweet Y/N. He heals his arm to emphasis his gratitude and assures him he will forever owe the hunter any favour his heart desires. But Bucky’s heart desires nothing. Nothing but Y/N.

He leaves the temple after the lovers have been reunited, retreating himself as a recluse in his house by the cliffs. No man or woman ever visits him apart from the sailor Sam who spends a few nights every month by his fire. They talk about the sea and how much Sam enjoys the freedom that it brings. They talk about Bucky’s job as a merchant, selling Sam’s fish to the people of Delphi. And they also discuss the rare moments where Bucky’s eyes follow Y/N and her new-born when they cross each other at the market.

Sam tries to talk Bucky into believing again, but he’s reluctant. Believing would mean recognising the pain he buries deep inside, the pain of knowing Y/N’s heart belongs to Apollo and not him.

“Humans are fragile, my son. You knew this day would eventually come. But you have lived a full life, you have loved her as an equal. She was your light, your muse, as was promised. And now it is time to let her go.”

“I know, father,” Apollo sighs sadly, his ethereal glow dim against the dark clouds in the sky. Her life force is slowly ebbing away from the land of the living and towards the skies of the Gods and Goddesses who await Dawn’s arrival. She’s dying, so Apollo doesn’t have much time to say goodbye.

“Your child is still your child, Apollo. Y/N will be a clean slate, but your daughter will always remember the image of her father and mother. Take comfort in knowing your daughter believes her parents died together in their sleep. That’s reincarnation, my son. As Dawn, you will still be able to visit her. But she will not remember you, for her first life she has already lived alongside you.”

“And what about him?” Apollo points towards the faint shimmering of Bucky’s ethereal form. He died not long ago, as a casualty of war, and is waiting for Y/N to follow him.

“For her next life, she will live alongside Bucky.” Zeus looks down upon his son, Apollo, and smiles warmly at his golden appearance.

When Apollo came to him, bearing the news of his twin sister’s betrayal, Zeus felt sorry for the both of you. A mortal woman condemned to death by a Goddess, jealous of the connection she shared with her brother. And a God doomed to live a life far away from his beloved and his child, because he is above all, a deity, and a deity doesn’t belong amongst humans.

So Zeus struck a deal with his son, one life in exchange for the other. This way, Apollo can live one mortal life on Earth, together with his Pythia, his sweet Y/N. He will live the life of Steve Rogers, husband of Y/N Rogers and father of Estelle Rogers. He will be a bearer of many arts, gracing the people of Greece and the rest of the world with music, dance, laughter and so much more.

But this great gift comes with a price, for Zeus’ other son his destiny remains unfulfilled as long as Y/N is stripped from his arms. And with his death imminent, a hunter called upon in dire times as another war turns men into soldiers once more, Zeus promised him the love that was taken away from him. This is Zeus’ apology, this is how the heavens were created.

Everybody has one life to live, and in Y/N’s life she chose a God to write her destiny with. But in her next life, as Dawn, she is Bucky’s at last. And as Dusk and Dawn they rule together, in perfect unison, merging into one another as they make love and create a brand new day.

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[ubereyezconfessions-blog]

2/6/19-2/7/19 Riders

Potentially a eye opener for a ride. With age and experience I’m becoming more aware of what sides of the city offer. From lifestyles, people, and outlooks. As some call this city a stirring pot, our lives are mixing at a scary rate. Or at least mine is.

My outlook with the work this week is to reach a certain amount of rides to hit some bonuses from the company. Nothing major to me, but this comes with having 30 rides for the first tier bonus, and 60 for the second. This night I covered about 17-18 trips. So i was thoroughly throughout the city.

Revenge Of The Nerds

My first ride that sticks out in mind is in Venice Beach. Judging the event and the occupants, this was a tech meeting or a start up of some sorts. Approaching the car upon arrival are 4 guys. I’ll call this the “Revenge of the Nerds”. One Russian, one Asian, one Middle Eastern, or perhaps two of them were. But mentally this was a very weird trip. A vast majority of the trip felt like a lot of coded conversations that I was picking up without much trying. And I can explain how this was confirmed. So heading toward the freeway, these guys were discussing being at a meeting with Google. They really felt the need to stress this or with stating this it would make me want to join in and ask about what they all were doing. But as usual I stick to my driving and focusing on the road. So there getting into some conversation where they keep talking about Speech 0″. Mental image keeps thinking of a reddit meme where it takes some Fallout scene shot. But I couldnt help but think they were speaking in the idea that I was talking. Along the ride, a song was on. And for this night I decided to hide the display of what song was playing and who was the artisit. More so, so peopl would catch the song and not all that extra info. The car becomes quiet at a certain point and these lyrics go off.

“I was trained to be a soldier for God But as soon as I used my own thoughts I kinda got lost in this smog called reality Where hell is a fallacy And Heaven is a fantasy created by man, so don't believe in it You came in here with nothing then your leaving with Nothing so retreat from this world of deceitfulness But my people it's time to rise Realize there's a heaven whether you think it's inside or in the sky Reach for it before it's gone eternally And you stuck here below the heavens for eternity“

And it breaks into a hook and the Russian in the passenger seat says “Encrypted data. Private companies use encrypted data to protect themselves but let people have it”, something along those lines. “Basically youll get the message but wont know who gave it”. Mentally that was kinda spot on.

Then off the freeway we were cruising down Venice blvd. and Im assuming with the streetlights shining in the vehicle. This allowed a view of my Black Panther keychain. Cause a conversation about Marvel ensued. The spoke upon Stan Lee creating Spiderman or being the main thing he created, amongst The Incredible Hulk. Then they brought up Into The Spiderverse, the recent film and mentally I was hit with the line “Wow, Youre like me”. If youve seen the movie, you’d understand. But with all that, just funny timing because we reach La Cienaga were there is a Captain America mural. Or maybe a coincidence from the universe. But this is were the ride finishes up and not much else is exchanged and the ride ends.

Deceptive Intentions

Now in Hollywood I pick up a rider. Originally this was just supposed to be him although he was standing with a woman. Which when they got in they explained that they both ordered separate rides but since I arrived first, they both got in and the male basically let it be known that he didnt mind paying for the ride. Once again, Im assuming its a couple already so Im completely tuning out the conversation and that when I learn the chick is a mind reader. Along the way Im just in my own world and I come across this thought that I might just be kinda set up to be a music artist and immediately at that thought the woman says “I love musicians, I just cant help it. Even if they are emotionally unstable”. And the male replies, “Probably because you are too”. She laughs and i suppose signalling she agrees. We reach her drop off and she gets out with a hug to him and a “goodnight” to me. At this point the Guy jumps back in after letting her out and this is where he changes to a new person. “SHE NEEDS TO BREAK UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND” “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT SHE WAS?”, He stated pretty hyped up. Which as I tell you, I try to distance myself from the riders. I didnt even see the woman to have a frame of reference. But kinda revealed what his intentions were with the lady. Were headed over to Santa Monica so after a forced conversation that didnt go anywhere the music just played. At a point it reached a song by a artist out of the city and he was speaking on a woman that had died but he was deeply in love with. And it was a powerful record, I cant even deny. But I heard a sniffle in the back seat. I had a notion that it may have even made the rider shed a tear. Kinda made me think Im rather desensitized to emotion growing up the way I have. But another ride done and on to the next.

Eye Opener

Now this is the trip I speak of that felt like an eye opener on revisiting the trip mentally. This was a trip immediately after the previous story. From the Westwood area heading to Venice. Prior to pulling up I noticed 3 suits walking down the road and one just broke away from 2 others. Not much of a goodbye just approached the road and that was my rider. He gets in a bit jive. Almost trying to show he’s hip to urban culture. Which is explained shortly. He’s a talkative type and starts with the usual small talk. “How long you been driving?” and blah blah blah. I explain my 3 years and the usual responses but he reaches a question of “Where in the city do you like to drive”. Which I explain that I just drive. You cant really plan out were youre driving when any given trip you can be sent 10-1000 miies all pending the request. Not remember how it came up but we got into a dialogue of where we were from. Which i explained South Central and he asked if im still there. And upon saying yes, he said “its what you know”. Then he explained he was from Ventura county about a hour away and his family is from the Northeast and the South, after I told him my family was from Virginia. Explained that that side of the family had some different views and brought many conversations that made him look at that side different. So this is where he explains to me that he doesnt like hanging out on the Santa Monica/Venice side of the city. Amongst the techie side of it all, its what he grew up with out in Ventura. Which something told me he meant those with conservative beliefs. And that he preferred Downtown and Echo Park area due to the mix of culture and artsy ways. Felt like a nod to tell me that this side isnt as for change as I’d may think. Or over that way, I can relax.

Alpha/Beta

In this night was a trip with 2 dudes. Asian I assume, but no heavy looks at them besides pick up. But I did notice they guy had a Rams hat on. On my driver profile it states “The New Orleans Saints were robbed #NeverForget”. (NFL 18-19 NFC Championship). Something triggered that he wanted me to bring that up in conversation, but me being me, that aint happen. So in this drive, its a obvious Alpha/Beta partnership between the riders. Which the Beta pretty much is subject to having all his power at a zero and listening to whatever the other says to do with their business venture. In this conversation they do a lot of name dropping and trying to sell something or a idea. Perhaps to get me to listen. But im a “tune out” type as I explain. As im ever brought back into their conversation by how loud they become. Im considered how does someone live like that. The Beta is pretty much powerless and has to listen to every idea the Alpha had. Whenever he suggested something, it was slashed and replaced with a idea from the Alpha and it seemed like a odd partnership. But to each his own. Just along with my non-talk, came towards the end of the ride when I had this feeling that they were going to get negative in their conversation being I didnt bite on whatever they were pitching. A comment of “Its nice to have a quiet ride and catch up on business”. Just felt weird but was said along with somethings that didnt feel right in spirit.

Janky Producers

Last but not least. I had a ride in mid-city. Picked up a White guy, dressed with the look of a producer. I know this simply because being a music artist, you can spot the look a million miles away. So he jumped in with headphones on, but greeted so I assumed he was gonna be in his world, as I was in mine. Totally fine. Now im playing true hip hop. Lyricist infused stuff. Something about it, I just had a feeling he was listening because of that. Anyways, he was headed to a recording studio in Hollywood, but went from a drop off to a pick up of 2 others. So amongst this short extended trip. They were speaking about what was happening at the studio. He kept talking bout working with Tory. Im assuming Tory Lanez or just name dropping to catch my attention. But they came talks of his manager that was at the studio and this is when they starting talking about that guys music skills. Mainly he was off key and that led to a lot of laughter. They ended up getting dropped off at some food spot which seemed to be a flock of musician industry folk getting grub. As a artist, id probably fit in, but my out look on life probably keeps me away. But found it rather bizarre that people can talk and gossip about people they were around through out a night. I know money is the reason. But why be around people you just look forward to laughing at after?