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Across from the graveyard 10/5/23
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Austin Orange
Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader
summary: Daniel’s obsession with Austin goes even farther than just the city.
A/n: finished this at 1 am lmao
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Austin, Texas 📍
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user1 I love her
user2 slayyy
user3 is she from Austin?
↳ user4 I think she’s from somewhere in east Texas, he family owns a ranch near Austin tho
user5 Daniel in the likes??? 😭
user6 Danny ric????
user7 you guys are late Danny’s been in this girls like for a loooong time
user8 😍
user9 r we gonna get farm content???
danielricciardo 😍
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↳ user8 I commented this too ur not special
↳ user2 a man…
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Austin, tx 📍
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user11 I <3 cowboy daniel
user12 Texas is my fav
user13 I recognize that hat shop…
user14 funniest thing is Daniel didn't even go to UT 😭
user15 this looks similar to a certain cow-girls post…
↳ user16 girl what
↳ user17 @/yourusername just posted and it was like these same pics
↳ user18 and Daniel even liked it lmao
↳ user19 not even trying to hide it lol
redbullracing 🐂
user20 does he understand college football???
user21 🐄🤠🧡
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user22 where is heeeee
user23 the cow 🥹
user24 ranch content!
user25 I thought cowgirls were just in movies…
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user27 what’s the animals names?
↳ yourusername the cow is named Cheeto and the horse is named Billy <3
↳ user28 CHEETO?? 😭
danielricciardo 👋
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user29 YALL SEEING THIS?
user30 she responded!!!!
user31 so they’re in love now
user32 I wanna be a farm girlie 🥲
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↳ 👀 did you get a certain Texan to show you around???
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user33 sorry???
user34 🧑🦯 I do not see
user35 IS THAT Y/N????
user36 ewww
user37 CHEETO???
user38 no cuz you guys don’t get it, y/n had used the orange heart for forever and now Daniel is posting it after he finally got to meet her my heart can’t take it
landonorris 💋💋💋
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user39 that better be y/n or so help me god
user40 lando?? 😭
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user41 danielllll
user42 that’s Daniel if I’ve ever seen him
user43 billyyyyy
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landonorris hey
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user45 she’s so bae
user46 when she’s from Texas >
user47 I still don’t like her
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user48 liked by danielricciardo
user49 I’m in love with them both
user50 I don’t think that’s Daniel 🤷♀️
↳ user51 girl where else would Danny get a cow from
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user52 oh god they’re like sickeningly sweet
user54 YEAHHHHH
user55 Daniel Ricciardo school of manifestation
user56 THIS IS WHAT WEVE BEEN WANTING
user57 couple of the year I fear
danielricciardo my lady 🧡
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↳ user58 AWWWWW
user59 sobbing
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user60 I’m in love with both of them
user61 fav couple
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As y'all know I love TCM 1 and 2 but I find it incredibly funny that, despite the fact so many Texans worked on the movie, the geography in it is a fucking mess.
To start, the first movie is stated to take place in the fictional town of Newt, in the also-fictional Muerto County. Most people assume Newt to be located somewhere outside of Austin, given that's where it was filmed. Makes sense. The TCM game even goes with this interpretation, with a map showing them in the Travis County area.
But at one point in the movie, Drayton mentions needing to drive over to Childress. As if it's nearby.
Slight problem with that-
THEY'RE SIX HOURS APART. So then you think, okay, maybe Newt isn't near Austin, maybe it's farther North.
But the second movie throws a wrench into things.
If we go with this, then the Childress thing is again bizarre, as it's pretty far North. It also conflicts with the Austin area setting.
As seen here, Austin and Travis County are closer to Central Texas. Nobody from Texas would call this South, unless they were fudging it a bit I suppose.
Moving on, we have Stretch and LG's radio station being located in Burkburnett. Now, Burkburnett is another real city, and it's near the Oklahoma border. The movie seems to know this too, as the station is named K-OKLA, and the Red River (which separates that part of TX and OK) gets mentioned. Nice and realistic! However, at one point Stretch describes Burkburnett as being "at the top of the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex"...
Personally, I wouldn't describe a two hour difference as being "at the top of" an area. And Lefty apparently drove two hours just to ask Stretch to play her tape on the air.
I will give them some credit though: One cops mentions sending Lefty back to Amarillo. There is in fact a Rangers department in that city. They also have the Texas vs OU game being played in DFW, which is correct, as they traditionally face off at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas. Points for those details! But in terms of picking a location for the main events, things are a lot more scattered.
Anyway yeah, I know it's just a movie, mistakes happen, no big deal, but the inaccuracies are just really funny to me, in particular the Newt situation. Feels like Newt is TCM's personal version of Springfield.
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CHAPTER 1
Pairing: Tim Rockford x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)
Summary: Tim Rockford usually works alone and has a bad temper, one day after another woman was found dead he started to believe there's a serial killer around, maybe a useful help will come from an aspiring mystery writer.
Series warnings: use of you, violence graphic, slow burn, angst, fluff, mutual pining, eventual smut (18+ MDNI).
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Summer, Austin, TX
That day it was hot as hell, Tim Rockford looked towards the bridge and then he observed the trees surrounding it, he stuck a cigarette between his lips without lighting it. The ground at that point was damn dry, it would have been difficult to spot any footprints. He approached the victim again, her gaze, those wide eyes caused him an unknown shiver that reverberated down his spine. She was not his first case, she was not the first victim, but somehow he felt like a fucking newbie.
"Hey boss," the young recruit who had been called to join him a few months before greeted him.
"'morning," he returned the greeting.
"That's awful, whatcha think?" he asked observing his boss.
"Dunno yet." he replied scratching his chin and taking the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in the pack "Found anythin' 'bout her?" he asked kneeling next to the victim.
"Her name was Alicia McNail, 23. She lived in Austin since a couple of months, she moved from Nevada to study architecture," he started to share informations about her, but Tim wasn't listening anymore. He observed her fingernails and he noticed mug on victim's chaps.
"What d' ya see?" Tim asked to the young boy who was holding his little notebook in his hands.
"Uhm, maybe--" he looked at the young man next to him, he shook his head noticing that the boy didn't even know where to look.
"You're as useful as intelligent!" he blurted out impatiently.
"Sorry, boss, but don't know where--" he started shaking his hands.
"'S there somethin' that should not be here?" he asked directing the recruit's attention.
"Yeah, well-- she's half naked,” Tim nodded "her hair is a mess and full of mud,"
"Bingo!" Rockford exclaimed "Which means?" he asked again.
"She was killed somewhere else." the boy replied.
"Right!" Rockford exclaimed again, pointing a finger at the young man. “And, what else?”
"Drag marks are missing."
"Yeah, bu' she may've been dumped here." Rockford suggested.
"Correct, but there's no tire marks or signs that someone left her here." the other replied.
"So, what d' ya hypothesize?" Tim asked again.
"Dunno, boss. It looks like she was dumped here from-- uhm a ghost. It scares me to death." the young man added with a sigh and a contrite expression.
Tim looked at the young man who really had a scared expression, he decided not to say anything else "Have the forensics take photos, tell 'em I want photos of the ground, of the place, anything. Any detail, even the most insignificant one. If necessary also photos of the river water!" he ordered, turning his back on the victim and approaching his car, he opened the door and entered.
Then he left the crime scene, he had to drink. He concentrated more when he indulged in a few glasses of scotch or whiskey.
The ice cubes touched the officer's teeth, and that's when Tim remembered another detail: the victim's broken teeth. Her body was covered in mud, there were even traces in her hair, her nails and teeth were broken, but there was something that clashed with the violent image that Tim had before his eyes.
What was that?
He walked back and forth in front of the evidence board, what was he missing?
The photos of all the previous victims were there, their glassy eyes seemed to stare at him, there were unfortunately so many things in common between them: age, sex, the mug in their hair, all of them had been found half-naked, there were no footprints on their bodies, no footprints around their bodies. The ground then in those days was particularly dry, which did not help the investigation.
"Fuck!" he blurted out.
Someone knocked on the door, "YES?!" almost screamed Rockford turning suddenly toward the door that opened a few seconds later. It was that pain in the ass from the morning again "Boss," he said as he walked in, "there's a phone call for you, apparently there's a person who will be assist you for the next few days." he informed him in a trembling voice.
Tim rolled his eyes and huffed "Who the fuck is he?" he asked unceremoniously.
"Dunno, apparently she's a young journalist or something who…"
Tim dismissed him by moving a hand as if to tell him to leave him alone and the young man obeyed, when Rockford did that it was better to leave him alone. The Detective didn't give a damn who would come, even the Pope could have come at that moment he wouldn't have cared. He had this bloody horrible case on his hands and he couldn't get his head around it, it was driving him crazy.
You had been writing since you were a little girl, first writing on pen and paper and always leaving around the house your notebooks on which you delighted in telling the most different stories. Your parents had noticed from an early age this predilection of yours and this marked imagination to the point of pushing you to attend courses, masters and whatever else just to help you achieve that goal and make your dream come true.
Unfortunately, however, your dreams had collided with reality, in fact, everywhere you turned you found dozens and dozens of aspiring writers and therefore in the end no one was really interested in publishing your novels since they were defined as already read or not interesting enough or still too far from reality. Fantasy or romance novels were no longer going the way they were a few years ago, people wanted to read something real, according to the many possible publishers you had relied on to publish your work. As the years went by you were getting more and more desperate because you wanted to write, you had the need to write, but no one seemed to want to listen to you. You were about to give up when your father proposed what you had always refused which was to introduce you to a friend of his who worked in certain offices in police departments and whom your father had called a big shot, a guy named Craig Parker.
You had always hated recommendations, but then you told yourself that deep down your father just wants you to meet this man who will probably share some data just so he can make you draw from reality and make your stories more authentic. You told yourself and repeated to yourself as you walked into the police offices and looked around as if you were a thief about to be caught stealing. You looked around, but no one seemed to pay attention to you, you saw two officers behind a desk on the phone, two were making photocopies, another was making coffee, yet another looked scared and contrite, then there were several offices with closed doors. You approached the younger policeman who, as soon as he heard you approach him, almost jerked out of his chair, you smiled at him with a sorry look and reassured him about your intentions.
You still smile at the memory of that day and the first meeting you had with Agent Paul Hancock.
"I'm here to see Commander Craig Parker," you said as you looked the young man in the face.
"Y - yes, um, it's that way. Shall - shall I take you there?" the young man asked as he got up from his chair and before you could answer, he led you down some corridors filled with offices from which you could hear the phone ringing in the distance.
"Here." he said as he knocked on a door on which was written "Commander C. Parker," a deep voice invited the officer to enter, which the young man immediately did, you heard him introduce himself and then leave the room, "Go in," he said with a polite wave of his hand.
"Thank you." you said with a nod and a shy smile and then entered.
The man in front of you was a big man of almost 6 feet, dark skin, black eyes, graying hair, and a strong physique.
You remember feeling a great sense of fascination at standing in front of the man who certainly knew your father and who knows maybe he knew you as well or by name or maybe who knows maybe you had even met when you were little.
"'Morning," You said shyly with a small smile.
The big man smiled at you, revealing very white teeth and almost assuming a funny expression.
"Please, have a seat," he said, pointing to a chair in front of his desk; you agreed to sit down. You still remember the uneasy feeling you felt at being seated in that chair, you even remember the sweat beaded your forehead. You swallowed uncertain about what to say.
You looked around and observed the countless certificates posted on his wall, the dozens of pieces of paperwork stacked on the furniture behind him, then went back to observing the man standing there with his hands crossed and looking serene. You lowered your gaze and cleared your throat, the man finally understood your discomfort because he decided to add, "I knew your father since college, we were great friends. Y' know, we always kept in touch. Your father is a sincere, good man to whom I owe so much." he confided making you look up "When he asked me to help his daughter, well," he just spread his arms wide "how could I say no?" he smiled at you and you weakly returned that smile.
"Um, is it…legal what…?" you began to ask, unsure about the words to use. You were still talking to a Commander!
"Let's say you'd technically be here as a consultant, or something like that," he answered your question.
You furrowed your brow, "Um, but isn't a consultant someone who specializes in helping you police to solve crimes, frauds or whatever?"
"Yeah, but for your father and therefore for his daughter, we're going to pretend that you're," you were about to ask him if he could do that, if it was within his power, but again he was the one who anticipated your question you were about to ask, "of course it's something that'll remain between me, you and the man you're going to assist who obviously needs to know who you are,"
"Of course, yes."
It was obvious, you were just there to draw on the reality of the facts, to get insights to be able to write about, not to really solve cases.
"Obviously anything you hear or see, keep it to yourself, and of course if one day, when you write, it occurs to you to mention these events, be as discreet as you can be." you nodded "Got it?"
"Yes." you replied in a low voice.
What are you getting into?
"Well, now d' you want to meet the man you're going to assist?" he asked as he got up from his chair revealing himself again in his impressiveness, you also got up from your chair and with a nod he invited you to follow him. Behind him you felt so little, his footsteps echoed down the hallway, when you thought he was going to lead you to a basement or something, he stopped in front of a glass door, behind it was a man walking back and forth across the room. He had broad shoulders, dark hair, an angular nose, and chewed the bar line of glasses.
The Commander knocked a couple of times and then entered, you politely waited outside, the door was open and technically you could enter considering they were talking about you, but you just stood there shaking hands, the only thing you heard clearly, beyond Parker's introduction of you, was the annoyed and rancorous tone of the other man in the room who gave you a piercing head-to-toe look that made you duck your head and the words, "Don't need she playing Nancy Drew next to me."
You'd have laughed if he wasn't talking about you, but since he'd given you that nickname at first glance you were hurt, only later you'd take it as a compliment, but much later.
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my mom told me a story today abt whats going down at my aunts house that can only be conveyed through greentext format
>aunt goes to wedding
>meets young butch lesbian
>butch came all the way from austin tx
>theyre in northern pa
>thought she could go on some couch surfing website to find somewhere to stay since she knows nobody here
>in a small town in bum fuck nowhere and everyone hates strangers
>thiswillnotwork.jpg
>girl has nowhere to stay
>aunt does her duty as Nice Old Lady and invites her to sleep on her couch
>my aunt has the most fucked up living room you can imagine
>like i said
>small town
>in bum fuck nowhere
>there are deer, bears, cougars, squirrels, you name it
>all stuffed and mounted to the wall
>they have a fucking backscratcher made out of a whole ass turkey leg
>dont get me started on The Skulls
>iwould kill to see this poor city dykes reaction to that room
>fast forward like 3 days
>grandma goes to see my aunt
>wants to invite her to some family reunion
>butch lesbian
>is still there
>she comes with them to the reunion
>small town
>everyone there is gossiping about her?
>she has a NOSE RING harold can you believe it
>grandma calls my mom to tell her about it
>mom tells me
>my aunt and this random woman are on a proper multi day lesbian date
>its the fucking talk of the town
#shut up jay#she told me this and i was like MOM I THINK YOUR SISTER IS IN LESBIANS#for reference my aunt is straight and in a happily committed relationship with a man but a girl can dream ok
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Austin TX First Responders Week (AO3)
Written for @tarlosweeklyprompts March word of the day prompt: Partner
Owen sighed.
“TK, I’m giving you the opportunity to moon over your husband and get paid to do it.”
“I don’t moon.” TK rolled his eyes.
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TK and Carlos have to give a talk about their jobs at a school for Austin's first responders week.
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A/N: yes March is over but I'm just going to keep working on these prompts until I finish all 31 of them. It might not "count" for the challenge anymore but - details. I'll finish them all - eventually.
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“TK, can you come up to my office please?” Owen asked, not waiting for a reply but turning around back to his office.
“What’s going on?” TK asked, getting up from his seat in the lounge. “Dad?”
“How are you in trouble already? You haven’t even been back a week after your honeymoon.” Nancy commented.
“Yeah, this has to be a new record, not even I’ve gotten written up less than a week after time off.” Marjan teased.
“I’m not in trouble! I didn’t do anything! At least I don’t think so… And it would be captain Vega yelling at me, wouldn’t it?”
“So it’s even worse. Captain Vega went to your dad.”
“Do you think he’s getting grounded?” Nancy asked her, the two barely containing their laughter.
“Oh yeah. No phone and video games. No dessert after dinner.” Marjan continued.
“No boyfriends!”
The two women burst out laughing and TK rolled his eyes at them.
“Remind me why I’m friends with you two again?” He asked, making his way up to his dad’s office.
“Close the door please.” Owen said when he heard TK come in. He had his back to the door and was unpacking something from a box.
“What’s going on? Am I in trouble?”
“No, no, of course not.” Owen turned around holding up a paramedic’s uniform shirt. “This is my belated wedding gift to you. It was meant to be here on your wedding day but there was a delay because they messed up the paperwork.”
“A uniform?”
“A uniform with your new name on it.” Owen handed him the shirt and pointed out the name patch sewn onto it. “Paramedic Reyes - Strand.”
TK smiled.
“Thanks dad but you didn’t have to do that. I’m fine just wearing this one until we all get new ones.”
“Nonsense. You deserve to have your full name on your uniform.” Owen told him. “And it’ll look good for your first responders week talk.”
“My what now?”
“It was decided during your honeymoon ok? I didn’t want to bother you with work while you were… living it up as newlyweds.” Owen rambled. “And it wasn’t my decision.”
“Dad… what was?”
Owen sat down on the edge of his desk.
“Next week is first responders week at all Austin schools. The department has agreed to have some of our people go to schools for fire safety talks and to talk to kids about our jobs.”
“Some… including me?”
“Yes.”
“Come on dad, those kids don’t want to see me, they want Marj. They want Firefox.”
“Marjan and Paul are going too. To another school. I have a schedule so I’m never without the entire crew if I need them.” Owen explained.
TK sighed.
“So I guess I’m going with Nancy then? Or captain Vega too?”
“No, Nancy is going with Tommy.”
“Who am I going with then? You?”
“No, I’m going with Judd. Captain and future captain.”
“Right. Who am I going with then?”
“Carlos.”
“What? Why?”
“I thought that one was obvious.”
“No… I’m married to Carlos, I don’t work with him. AFD and APD don’t work together. Not really.”
“We do as first responders. APD is almost always on scene too when we get called somewhere.”
TK gave a non-committal grunt.
“So why am I going with Carlos? Why not Nancy? Or Mateo. Or anyone from here? Was it your idea?”
Owen sighed.
“TK, I’m giving you the opportunity to moon over your husband and get paid to do it.”
“I don’t moon.” TK rolled his eyes.
“Either way, Wednesday you get to spend an extra morning with your husband and talk to some middle schoolers about your jobs.” Owen said, handing him the box with his new spare uniforms. “The school will be happy, AFD brass will be happy, Carlos’ sergeant will be happy, you guys will be happy, everybody happy.” He gently steered TK towards the door. “I’ve got paperwork to catch up on. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow?”
“Yeah, Carlos has already planned it all out.” TK replied, semi annoyed about his dad dismissing him.
He went to his locker to put his new uniforms away and change into one with his married name on it. Annoyed as he was, he did want to wear his husband’s name on his chest.
He snapped a quick selfie and sent it to Carlos, not expecting a reply because he knew he’d be working.
Only surprisingly his phone rang not even a minute later. He glanced at the screen and smiled seeing Carlos’ face smiling back at him from the beach where they’d spent most of their honeymoon.
“Hey husband.” He answered. “Didn’t expect you to be free to call.”
“I always make time for my husband.” Carlos replied and TK could hear the smile in his voice. “That uniform looks good on you.”
“Yeah? You approve?”
“Yeah, especially the name tag.”
TK laughed a little.
“My dad’s idea of a wedding present. Though I’m not complaining. I kind of like wearing your name.”
He knew he was being a sap but he didn’t care. They only got married a few weeks ago, he was allowed to be a sap.
“Yeah? I like wearing yours. I got my new tags too.”
“You did? I thought they’d told you it wouldn’t be possible until the new year?”
“They did… but things change I suppose.” Carlos replied. “I just had a meeting with my sergeant. About Austin first responders week.”
“Yeah, I had the same talk with my dad. They only paired us up because we’re married.”
“Is that so bad? Are you sick of me already?” Carlos joked.
“Never.” TK vowed. “You promised me forever, remember? I’m going to keep you to that.”
“It’ll be the easiest promise I’ll ever keep.” Carlos told him. “And getting to spend some more time with you while you’re awake is never a bad thing.”
“My dad said he was going to pay me to moon over you.” TK told him and Carlos laughed.
“My sergeant put it slightly different. He said it would be setting a good example for the kids and show them they can be anything they want no matter what their sexuality might be.”
TK considered his words for a moment.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that yet.” He admitted. “But I guess I don’t mind partnering up with you to set an example for a bunch of 11 year olds.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“I guess I kind of love you too.” TK grinned. “Are you coming here for lunch?”
“I’ll try.” Carlos promised, and they ended the call after exchanging I love yous.
That Wednesday, Carlos picked TK up in his cruiser, ignoring the teasing from the rest of the crew about going straight to school and back, and no parking.
“What were you like in middle school?” TK asked as they drove to the school. “And remember, if you won’t tell me I’ll ask your mom.”
Carlos chuckled.
“You know she’ll be more than happy to show you the pictures.” He paused to think. “I don’t know. I wasn’t much of anything really. I didn’t fit in with the groups… I just… was kind of… there. I think that’s around the time I became friends with Iris. What about you?”
“Middle school was my grand return to public school after Hebrew school. I tried to become popular by telling everyone my dad was a firefighter. It kind of worked. For a while. Though I was mostly friends with the kids of my dad’s crew members.” He shrugged. “And my mom met Enzo around that time.”
“So you always were the popular kid huh?” Carlos teased as they pulled up to the school.
“I had a dad with a cool job.” TK corrected him. “I guess that’s one of the reasons I went into firefighting too."
They got out of the car and walked into the school, almost automatically lacing their fingers together.
The janitor greeted them and showed them the way to the classroom that was expecting them.
“Ready babe?” Carlos asked, raising his hand to knock. TK nodded and straightened his uniform.
Carlos knocked and a friendly looking woman of around their age opened the door and invited them in.
The two men shared a look and let go of each other’s hand. They might be there as LGBT+ poster boys for AFD and APD, but walking into an unfamiliar environment hand in hand was a whole other thing.
“Welcome to our class, officer Reyes–Strand and paramedic Reyes-Strand.” The teacher greeted them and didn’t seem to react to their names. “I’m miss Collins. Do you have a program prepared?”
“We do.” TK replied. “But I thought we could go off book a little and just take some questions. I’m TK, and this is Carlos by the way.” He motioned at himself and Carlos. “Does anyone have any questions for us?”
A few kids started yelling until Carlos held up his hands.
“Guys, raise your hand, yeah?” he said in what TK called his officer Reyes voice. A few kids raised their hand. “If your question is if I’ve ever shot anyone, you can put your hand down, because while the answer is yes, I’m not going to elaborate on that. Discharging your service weapon at a person is a serious matter and not something to brag about.”
“He’s usually more fun than this.” TK joked and pointed at a kid in the back row. “You in the Pokémon hoodie, what’s your question?”
“Why do you have the same name?”
“Because we’re married.” Carlos answered him, still very much in cop mode.
“To each other.” TK clarified, holding up his hand to show off his ring and grabbing Carlos’ hand to show his. “We got married a few weeks ago actually. This is only our second week back at work after our honeymoon.”
“Congratulations.” Miss Collins said and gave them a friendly smile. “We’re honoured that you chose to come talk to us this soon after your big day.”
“Thank you. It’s our pleasure, ma’am.” Carlos replied, still overly polite but sounding a little more like himself.
“So you’re gay?” The kid from before asked and a few others snickered.
“Yup.” TK said, popping the p. “And so is he, if that was your next question.” He nodded at Carlos.
“Are you allowed to be gay and be a cop?” another boy asked.
“Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be here.” Carlos replied. “Who I’m married to has nothing to do with my ability to do my job.”
A few more kids asked about being gay and being a first responder, with questions varying from their co-workers’ reactions “They’ve known from day one, and when we got engaged they only argued over who would be best man or woman at our wedding.” to whether or not they would be allowed to walk in the pride parade in uniform. “Probably. But I don’t plan to find out because I’m not planning on working at Pride, I just want to have some fun with my husband and my friends.”
When miss Collins steered the conversation back to their jobs, they soon got questions about the scariest/coolest/funniest/hardest cases they’d ever worked.
TK was absolutely delighted to talk about the woman who had ingested worms that had grown inside of her and started to come out via her nose and mouth, the guy who had swallowed a frog, the time they’d rescued someone from a porta-potty, and the time he’d pulled a lizard out of a guy’s leg.
“And he took that lizard home with him.” Carlos told the class. “And then it escaped. There was a flesh eating lizard on the loose in our house.”
“What did you do with it?” a girl asked
“We found him and released him back into the wild.” TK explained.
“Where he belongs.” Carlos added.
“Can you tell us something about cases you’ve worked on officer?” Miss Collins asked Carlos.
“Well… nothing as exciting as a flesh eating lizard I’m afraid.”
“He’s being humble.” TK interrupted. “He helped find and rescue a girl that had been abducted from her house. He found her and brought her back to her parents.”
“Technically that wasn’t even my job.” Carlos pointed out.
“True. He helped find that girl just because he cares so much.” TK said and patted Carlos’ chest, resting his hand over his heart for a few seconds.
Carlos smiled at him and briefly seemed to forget where he was when he gave TK’s hand a squeeze.
“Any other questions?” he turned back to the class, more Carlos and less officer Reyes with every passing minute.
He indulged kids who came up with hypothetical crimes and with TK as assistant, showed them how to incapacitate a suspect, as well as giving them some tips on how to free yourself from someone’s grip.
TK was happy to sit back and watch the kids hang on Carlos’ every word.
“But police work isn’t always like this.” Carlos said, wrapping up his talk. “A lot of the time it’s paperwork. Typing reports, filling in forms, that kind of thing.”
“And eating donuts?” The boy in the Pokémon hoodie asked and the class laughed.
“I actually prefer cronuts.” Carlos said with a grin.
“Alright that’s all we’ve got time for today, thank you so much for making time for us.” Miss Collins said, getting up from her seat.
“No problem.” TK replied. “And if you guys ever want to know more about firefighting or being a paramedic, feel free to come by Station 126. That’s where we work.”
“He does, I don’t.” Carlos clarified. “And make sure to ask your parents if it’s ok. And don’t skip school to go.”
“You kind of do work there, babe. You’re there for lunch more often than at the precinct.” TK pointed out, not even realising he’d slipped in the pet name until a few girls giggled. “What? I’m allowed to call him babe. That’s my right as his husband.” He slipped his arm around Carlos’ waist.
They said goodbye to the class and got back into Carlos’ cruiser.
“You were really good with those kids.” TK commented.
“The perks of having a lot of younger cousins I suppose.” Carlos shrugged, buckling his seatbelt. “Do you want to head back to the station for lunch or go somewhere downtown?”
“Officer Reyes, are you asking me on a lunch date?” TK joked, laughing when Carlos rolled his eyes at him. “Let’s go get tacos from that food truck by the park.”
“Sounds good.” Carlos replied and started the car, pulling out of the school parking lot, muttering some Spanish curse under his breath when someone cut him off.
TK smiled and sat back, happy to let his mind wander for the short while it would take to get to the taco place.
He imagined a future, maybe a few years from now, where it wouldn’t be just the two of them going out for lunch or coming home after a long day. A future where Carlos’ beloved Camaro might have to make way for something with room for a car seat and they’d have to look for a place with an extra bedroom. Or two.
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somewhere in austin, tx (2021)
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So I did a thing.
A weird and expensive thing. Let me explain.
No. There is too much. Let me sum up.
I’ve always wanted to go to a big fandom conference, just once. I know it’s too much (not to mention too expensive) to ever go again, but I always wanted to go the once. Experience all the things. ComicCon San Diego was my dream con, but I knew that one was out of reach. And all the local ones (I live in the middle, where there’s practically nothing) are small-time and not worth the money unless you’re just REALLY into the thing you’re going to see. Like Pacific Rim, which had no cons anywhere even remotely near here.
So I figured it was a bucket list tick that might never get checked off. No big, right?
Fast forward to Season 14 of Supernatural. I heard they were finally ending the series in the 15th season and thought, “Hey, they’re actually getting to wrap it up right instead of being cancelled. Maybe I should finally watch it.”
Yes. I didn’t start watching Supernatural until the last season was in the works. Sue me. Those TV bastards have burned me too many times on too many cut-off series, okay?
So I started watching and then... COVID hit. They stopped filming. The bastards got me anyway, dammit.
And then, after they started filming again, I found out how the show actually ended and balked. HARD. I’d already watched enough to know who was my favorite lead character, and I was not pleased. What was even the point? Why did I start this, anyway?
So I struggled through Season 7 (my least favorite except for all the Dick jokes and the introduction of Charlie), enjoyed the Mark of Cain and Demon!Dean and, of course, Rowena, etc. etc. But by about Season 13 or so, it started being so unrelentingly grim that I eventually stopped watching about halfway through 14. Especially knowing how it ended, I was just burnt out. Couldn’t do it.
Fast forward again to earlier this year. I’ve had a lot of big changes this year, as I mentioned a while ago. New job, new house, new insurance (which meant running out of my meds because it didn’t kick in fast enough to cover the gap, which meant me having a very bad month in there somewhere). In all the hubbub, I got to wondering about that last season of Supernatural.
I’m not a completionist. I’m really not. But I hate leaving something I’ve invested so much time in unfinished. I wasn’t a superfan or anything, but I do like the characters and the monster-of-the-week format and most of the overarching storylines, etc. It’s solid entertainment, and one hell of an accomplishment to have lasted that long and still have such a huge fandom.
So I went back to the beginning and started over. And this time, I got all the way through.
I won’t talk about the ending. It is what it is.
But because I just watched it again, my Instagram feed has been filled with Supernatural ads and posts, and I saw that there’s a Supernatural con in Austin, TX in August 2024.
Austin isn’t THAT far away. It’s the closest one all year, anyway. Driving distance, even.
And there was a sale on all ticket purchases before the weekend.
And I’ve always wanted to go to a con.
So I slept on it, then did the thing. I bought a ticket to go to a Supernatural con in 2024. I’M GOING TO A CON. FINALLY.
I’m trying not to be too excited too fast. It’s a long way off. Over a year. And I’ll have to miss the July writer’s con next year because I don’t want to take off too much time at the new job, even though I’ll have been there over a year by then.
But I’m still pretty stoked. I’m going to a con.
It’s not Pacific Rim, but it’ll do.
#supernatural#creationcon#supernatural convention#is 47 too old for a first con?#TOO BAD#I'm going anyway
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100 Palettes Challenge // Palette #17 // Keep Austin Weird
Today's palette comes from a British army recruitment poster printed in 1916. We're pretty deep into World War I at this point, so there's been a lot of war-adjacent posters.
We continue my impromptu series of vaguely threatening travel posters with my partner @ark-shifter's homestate, Texas. Specifically the city of Austin, a place very near and dear to their heart.
Now, there's not really a cryptid specific to Austin. But in my hunt for one, I stumbled across a couple of reported sightings of a "winged humanoid". It's exactly what it sounds like: A creature that appears to have the body of a human with giant wings. I think the key thing that differentiates them from your everyday angel is that the wings are reportedly bat- or dragon-like. I couldn't find more than a handful of sites mentioning a variation of the same two reports, but I couldn't resist it.
Why? Because it fit in perfect with what I really wanted to feature in this poster: Congress Bridge.
For those who don't know, Congress Bridge in Austin, TX is home to a huge colony of somewhere between 500,000 to 1.5 million bats. One of THE things to do when you're in Austin is to visit the bridge around sunset to watch the massive flocks of bats emerging from underneath the bridge. I sadly didn't get to see it the one time I was in Austin, but you can find hundreds of photos around the internet. It's so very cool and, as far as I'm aware, something really unique to Austin. I really hope that next time I'm there I get to see it.
I drew.
SO MANY BATS for this before I started finally copy/pasting.
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Hey, so this is kinda off the wall, but I need to find a roommate but I'm so anxious about it, did you use a certain website? Or like do you have any roommate finding tips?
oh yeah i was super nervous about it too bc of previous bad experiences (with college apartments that were auto-matched), i guess my tips would be from someone whos only done this manually Once:
worth a shot, straight up ask if any of your friends need a roomie. sometimes things line up! didnt for me atm (aside from one friend who said "oh maybe in like 2 years but maybe not")
try and keep in mind that if it doesnt work out its not Forever if that helps you not freak out as much. like, maybe yall stay to the end of the lease and split, or if yall have to split before than eh youre just starting the matching process over again. getting that thru my head helped me lmao
as for websites, yeah there are a ton of specific roommate matching sites you can use, personally I just used facebook and posted in a couple of local groups with a lil thing about myself and I got some matches p quick. I live in a largerish city tho (austin tx) so if you live somewhere smaller there might not be AS big of a pool. facebook as a whole sucks of course but the groups here and there are useful!
I posted both in a more general group and a queer housing group, and i said a lil more about myself in the queer group, but you can also use your post to explicitly or gently filter out ppl you dont wanna live with. personally i did purposefully mention being autistic offhandedly just to hopefully filter out ppl wholl be cunts about that (made a lil comment about "im autistic and a super picky eater, so i wont eat your food lol"), you can explicitly say you dont wanna roomie who has pets/smokes/etc, stuff like that.
(oh, also, if you have a long abandoned facebook acct/need to make a new one, that can sometimes look a lil sus so maybe straight up say "i dont use facebook but i can give you one of my other socials if you want to snoop")
look around the website/group for examples from other people on what to include (max rent, apartment layout prefs, area, whether you already have a place picked out or not and if you'd be willing to apartment hunt w someone, timeframe, etc)
and of course actually say a lil about yourself in the listing. I know thats nerve wracking and all but eh, people wanna have a vague idea of you beforehand. List some of your hobbies/interests, normal boring stuff like that.
talk about how clean you are. and how clean you want your roomie to be. neat freaks and gross ppl may be Incompatible. "i can keep the common area clean but my rooms gonna be a mess" was my thing, and roomie is sameish, which works out!
make a listing, in multiple places if possible, and both see who contacts you and browse other peoples listings. this is defo a time to get over that fear of being the first to say hi! if someone lists a super sweet set up at a good price tho and gets 20 likes dont be surprised if they dont respond lmao, might have a waitlist going
(OH YEAH and if u havent used facebook in 10 years be aware on mobile theres a separate messaging app and you might miss ppl messaging bc of the stupid "pending" tab or whatever. a lotta ppl in the group specifically also commented "messaged!" on posts ig to just say "HEY CHECK THE OTHER STUPID APP IF IT DIDNT GIVE YOU A NOTIF", i found it REALLY easy to miss messages for a bit)
SCAMS EXIST! be cautious, dont just send ppl a "$500 deposit" off the bat, make sure you meet people IN PERSON and preferably talk to whoever you're gonna be renting from (like the leasing office if its an apt complex, or just the landlord) first before signing whatever someone on facebook sends u
as usual meet ppl in person in public places like coffee shops and tell ppl where you're going espec if you're going to look at the rental etc etc, same safety rules for meeting anyone from the internet
if you got any responsible adults in your life (like parents/family/friends who have more experience renting) just talk shit thru w them. maybe they can literally help u look at any contracts if you're not used to reading them, or maybe just chat w them about how shits going so they can just be like "oh yeah that all sounds normal they sound cool" or "YEAH THATS A RED FLAG".
oh yeah, make sure you READ YOUR LEASE. i know we all just Agree To The Terms And Conditions all the time but yeah contracts should be read. even if you dont read every word at least skim it, make sure u read the big things like the money numbers (and stuff like uh. how much notice the apt requires on move out. recently fucked over by that! 🙃). check for extra fees and numbers that are different than discussed. dont just sign whatevers put in front of you!!
think about how much Stuff you have. are you moving out for the first time and have Jack Shit? well, you probs wont have conflicts like "whos couch do we keep?" which is nice. do you currently live on your own and have p much all your own furniture? might be a lil issue if your roomie is also established! just st you gotta work out with your roommate, and if nothing else you could always get a cheap storage locker to set aside shit you dont wanna get rid of til you know its gonna work out long term. if its st important, maybe say it in your listing. personally i noted in my listing "i got a big ass couch i dont wanna get rid of" and my roommate specifically contacted me like "oh yeah the couch is chill" so all twas fine 👍
and like. try to talk shit out w your roomie when issues arise instead of letting shit boil over. gotta get good at this myself!
sorry for being long and disorganized but those are just a few of the things that popped into my head lol, +anyone else w more roomie searching experience has any advice on the matter feel free to chime in! im not really an expert or nothin but also feel free to ask more questions, i can at least try to answer!
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Lost my job. Again. (help?)
So, I was let go fom my contract job with Apple on the 7th. I applied for unemployment, as one does, even though the State of Texas’ unemployment benefits fall somewhere between “laughable” and “miniscule”.
Backstory: I worked for the State of TX until the end of October last year (one year exactly). During that year I a) suffered from bad depressive episodes and b) had major abdominal surgery (diverticulitis with colon perforation). I am still outfitted with a colostomy bag. I had many many problems with my team and team leads, which led to me being fired.
Then they came after my unermployment benefits, after I had already received them. We had a phone hearling, and the judge decided in favor of the State (shocker) that I had no rights to my unemployment benefitts because I hadn’t done my job. Did I try to pay it back? No, as I was unemployed for another couple months and then I was frantically paying off past due mortgage payments.
And oh, yeah, I moved my BiL in with me. He’s my sister’s widower and was stuck in a trailer in Plainview TX with no car. (There’s also a month-long coma and a dead roommate in there.) He’s a great guy, but I literally haven’t lived with another human in over 30 years. (mental stress!) He gets some SS, and helps with the groceries and utilities.
Back to today: I was informed by the State of Texas, that oh, yeah, they’re garnishing my tiny unemployment payment to help pay off my ~5k of “ill-gotten gains” from my other unemployment payout. So now the only money I have coming in is:
$ from my BiL
$ from a contract gig I’m behind on
a gig job that starts soon but will be erratic
3 art/craft holiday shows in December
Back and hip problems keep me from being able to take any kind of stand up retail job.
So if you have any leads on remote work, work in the Austin TX area, art commissions (I’m an enameler), or cat pictures, let me know.
I realize I’m not some well-known Tumblr person, just an older fan who loves hanging out here. Anything helps. Venmo: @Lillian-Butler-1.
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Somewhere in Austin, TX…I think it says SME?? Dope style and character.
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The first chapter drafts of the sequel and finale story to Lone Star Lover have officially begun. I will draft, fully edit and complete 5-6 chapters before I begin publishing the story weekly on AO3. Stay tuned for the title reveal.
ETA for Chapter One: July 2023.
The sequel takes place five years after the events of Lone Star Lover. Lena and Kara are married, working and living happily together in Austin, TX. I am introducing two new players for this story. The past comes back to haunt not just Lena, but Kara as well. The way out, is through.
Content warnings include: gun violence, emotional trauma, references of character death
Nobody dies in this one (LOL) Expect the same level of spicy that exists in Lone Star Lover, but maybe more? Be warned, Alex will have 2-3 chapters of POV in this story, if that irks you- don’t read. 😋 Outline so far predicts at least 14 chapters and somewhere in between 75-100k words. Possibly more. It’s very Irish-Texan (yes, that’s a thing), very mysterious, very sexy and will try to maintain as close a relationship with Supercorp characterization as possible, while carrying its own voice altogether.
You can read Lone Star Lover and it’s mini-prequel (an AgentReign story) here. Leave a comment if you enjoy them!
Looking forward to publishing, thanks all. ❤️
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yes plz!!
how are you? did you do anything fun lately?
ahaha no TvT
Cleaned the house a bit today,, wanting to go somewhere for lunch and draw a bit but I've been moving slow. blegh
But yesterday I bought my plane ticket to Austin TX for the droncert! :D So thats cool
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The Big Texas Post
Y’know what’s funny? Explaining Texas culture to non-Texans.
People from Dallas: Dallasites. People from Houston: Houstonians. People from Austin: Weird.
Texas has two pro baseball teams, three pro basketball teams, two pro football teams, two pro soccer teams, and one pro hockey team (and tried to get a second in the Houston Aeros but that didn’t work out).
Most sports orgs are based in either Dallas or Houston, and the two cities have a rivalry that when left unchecked causes brawls in restaurants and bars (among other chaotic things). The general rule is that Houstonians hate Dallas, Dallasites hate Houston, everyone hates Austin, and San Antonio and El Paso are just the two kids in the corner trying to stay out of the fighting. However, if you’re from out-of-state and you hate on any of them, you’ll be the one on the receiving end of a beat-down because “no one messes with my little brother but me, damnit!”
Meanwhile, you have all the people who self-identify as being from one of the big cities even though they’re really from a suburb that’s about an hour away. Live in Spring, TX? “Oh, I’m from Houston.” Live in Arlington (which is where the Texas Rangers - largely considered a Dallas sports team - are located)? You’re considered from Dallas or the DFW area. We Texans don’t really care about the accuracy. We care more about whether or not you’re from the coast (Houston), the middle (Dallas/San Antonio), the weird (Keep Austin Weird was supposed to be a slogan that would promote mom-and-pop small businesses in the city. The rest of Texas leapt on the opportunity to make fun of it. Sorry, Austin), the border (El Paso, Texarkana), or somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. The state’s too big to get into the nitty gritty.
And don’t even get me started on college rivalries. You’ve got U of H, UT, A&M, SFA, and even more acronyms and mascots and history and - well, let’s just say it can all get out of hand. Actually, A&M and UT refuse to play each other anymore out of stubbornness - they hate each other that much. (Personally, I land on the Aggie side of things. Anyone who goes so far as to genetically engineer maroon bluebonnets to prank another school has earned my affection. Though UT can give as good as they get.)
Some other weird/fun things about Texas include:
- Drive through margarita places
- Kolaches (which are a Czech sweet pastry that we bastardized into a savory breakfast option)
- The Battle for the Boot (I kid you not, two baseball teams compete against each other for a silver cowboy boot every once in a while. It’s the silliest and yet most Texan thing ever.)
- Buck-ees
- The second largest port in the US (the amount of people who don’t understand that yes, Houston is on the water, and yes, it has a booming transport industry is alarming)
- Really good barbecue (ours is tomato based, which makes the sauce thick and sweet)
- Strange laws including one where you’re not allowed to have pliers in the back pocket of your jeans (it’s a holdover from when cattle rustlers would use them to cut barbed-wire fences)
- There’s a law where in the US, no state capital is allowed to be taller than the US capital. Texas built theirs on a hill - it’s not taller, it just happens to be... higher.
- People argue over this one, but Texas DOES have the right to secede from the union.
- Six Flags the theme park was named such because it stands for Six Flags Over Texas. Why? Texas has had six different flags flying over it: France, Spain, Republic of Texas, United States, Confederacy, and Mexico. Yes, you read that right: France. No, we were not acquired in the Louisiana Purchase.
- Dry counties are a thing. No alcohol is allowed to be consumed or sold! That being said, a trailer park of 200 came together to create the town Mobile, TX so that they could sell and consume liquor in the 90s
- In 1963, Janice Joplin was voted “Ugliest Man on Campus” at the University of Texas
- The Houston Grand Opera is considered one of the best opera companies in the world!
#texas#ferno rambles#someone asked me texas questions in a comment on AO3 and I decided why not#texas culture#stupid texas things#fanfic#i only tag that because this spawned from a fic
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