#Arkansas Twist

[odk-2]

Bobby Lee Trammell - Arkansas Twist (1962) Robert Lee Trammell from: "Arkansas Twist" / "It's All Your Fault"(Single) "Arkansas Twist" (LP)

Rockabilly | 1960's Dance Craze | Arkansas Rock and Roll

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Personnel: Bobby Lee Trammell: Lead Guitar / Lead Vocals Herbie Mayes: Bass Harvey Farley: Drums / Backing Vocals

Keyboards: ?

Produced by Joe Lee

Recorded: @ The Variety Recording Studio in Jonesboro, Arkansas 1962

Single Released: on May 26, 1962 Alley Records

Album Released: 1963 Atlanta Records (LP)

Robert Lee Trammell: in Performance in Arkansas in the 1960's

#Robert Lee Trammell #Arkansas Twist #Rock-a-Billy #Rockabilly #Alley Records #Atlanta Records #1960's #The Twist #Dance Craze

[alwaysbewoke]

On March 5th, 1959, 69 African American boys, ages 13 to 17, were padlocked in their dormitory for the night at the Negro Boys Industrial School in Wrightsville. Around 4 a.m., a fire mysteriously ignited, forcing the boys to fight and claw their way out of the burning building. The old, run-down, & low-funded facility, just 15 minutes south of Little Rock, housed 69 teens from ages 13-17. Most were either homeless or incarcerated for petty crimes such as doing pranks. 48 boys managed to escape the fire. The doors were locked from the outside and fire mysteriously ignited on a cold, wet morning, following earlier thunderstorms in the same area of rural Pulaski County. The horrific event brought attention to the deplorable conditions in which the boys lived. The boys all slept in a space barely big enough for them to move around & theyre one foot apart from one another & their bathroom was a bucket at the corner where they had to defecate in. In an ironic twist, the land in which the school stood is now the Arkansas Department of Correction Facility Wrightsville Unit. In 2019 a plaque was finally placed after 60 years.

PURE EVIL!!! MY GOD!!

#white racial hatred #white people are evil #racism #civil rights #history #black history #historical injustice #institutional neglect #fire tragedy #juvenile justice #systemic racism #correctional facilities #commemoration #memorialization #social reform

[robsdiary]

GOOD LOOKIN’ GIRL

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

INCLUDES: loser!ellie, black!reader, masc!reader, fluff, ellie has NO game

You’d been working under your uncle, Seth. Ever since the pair of you arrived in Jackson. The late hour shifts of you two fooling around making new recipes. He had a knack for sandwiches. It was mind blowing how he’d be able to make a turkey sandwich different from the next ten times.

He wasn’t truly your uncle. He’d found you on your lonesome years ago. You were malnourished, one hand broken and damaged, the other clutching on an empty pistol like your life depended on it. Your nose bloodied, all you had to your name was bright yellow rain boots and a jacket large enough to be considered a dress on you, and your thick curls in a frizzy uncared for bun. It was astonishing you managed to last that long.

Deciding to take you along with him in pursuit of finding a place of his own. You were a tough case.

You never talked, face always holding a blank stare. You’d seen things, Seth knew, and he didn’t pry. Your eyes carried a haunted shine, something you could never shake. Being alone most of your life is just what you’d gotten used to. Your parents had decided to flee from the Louisiana Quarantine Zone. They’d been shot in the process. Your father killed on impact and your mother lasted long enough to get to the next town over. You were only ten.

You wondered in solitude with your fathers pistol. Slowly making your way into Arkansas. Being forced to use your fathers pistol for your own safety. Gunning down two runners and a man that’d been charging at you. Five bullets.

It’d been about a week. You ducking behind buildings, scavenging for anything edible. Having to narrowly escape hungers or hordes, surviving off pure perseverance and fumes clearly didn’t prove helpful for a 10 year old. You collapsed, face up at the scorching sun, you didn’t cry, just stared. Staring at nothing in particular you stomach felt as if it were twisting itself inside out. A soft groan leaving you lips as you slowly faded into unconsciousness.

Eyes opening one last time to see a figure with a beer gut standing over top of you.

So here you were. Wrapping your hundredth sandwich of the day. Handing them off to people preparing for patrol. That’s how you met Jesse.

Over a while, you began to break from your shell. You kept a small circle, a few people who volunteered to work in Jackson’s theater, putting on plays and performances when the movies available got stale. And Jesse. He mocked you for your accent, you mocked him for his, you’d sneak him extra food, have arm wrestled over the freshly polished wooden counters, and banter. You couldn’t ask for a better friend that understood you.

Your uncle seemed to think the opposite.

“You and that Jesse seems to be getting along swell.” He muttered quietly. Peeling potatoes hurriedly.

The Tipsy Bison was quiet. The wooden floorboards creaking intermittently whenever someone took a step. It was just the two of you. Prepping for open, you’d rather be doing anything else.

“He fine.” You shrugged dismissively. Washing the used cutlery and beer glasses.

“Look out for that boy. You know their type only want one thing.” He huffed. Wiping his nose against the sleeve of his shirt, continuing to peel the dirty skin.

You bit your cheek. Keeping quiet as a soft exhale left your lips. Blinking slowly, divulging into thought. Jesse was an alright guy, they got along, had fun hanging out. But you never considered him in such a way. It made you snarl and cringe at the thought, gross.

The door to the establishment opened slowly. Your head quickly wiping to the entrance. Ready to cuss out the same alcoholics that kept entering every ten minutes to question if you were open. But it was someone completely different.

Taking notice of the shorter girl who’d found her way inside. Short auburn hair being put into a lazy low bun, clothes randomly mismatched, and impressively dirty converse, soft freckles peppered her face. Her eyes quickly flickering from your face to look down at the polished table.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion. Waiting for her to state her business.

“Can I help you?” You questioned snappily. Cocking your head to the side, coming off more unpleasant than intended.

Her head swiftly came up. Seeming to come up from whatever daze she’d been in. Gulping and nervously clearing her throat.

“Two sandwiches, please?” She asked quietly, sounding more of a question than a order. Her voice cracked and brittle, a clear anxiousness on her face. A shake in her tone. Looking down at her hands as she played with them.

“We’re clo—”

“Nah it's good. Maria gave special orders for them.” Seth interrupted from the kitchen.

“Ellie.” A pale hand met your field of vision. Apparently so, you were left with her.

You returned the shake. Exchanging names with her. Returning back to your duties, a look of disinterest on your face. Scrubbing away at the cutlery.

Clearly, the situation was somewhat awkward. Ellie nervously shifted on her heels as your eyes bored through her soul. You weren’t one to catch onto social cues.

“So you’re friends with Jesse?” She piped up. Returning your gaze, anxious to look a way.

“We hang out time to time.” You responded dismissively. Unsure as to why she cared, specks of water from your scrubbing splashing onto your cheeks and the table

“Yeah. I see the two if you together all the time.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

You questioned. A stern look on your face as your jaw clenched. Head tilted as you watched her body language. Watching how her eyes nervously darted around the room to avoid yours. Taking a long exhale.

“I’ve just seen you around, I dunno, you seem cool.” She shrugged, a light tinge of pink on her cheeks

“I am?”

Time felt impossibly slow. Seth was able to make a sandwich in less than three minutes. It felt torturous as to how long it was taking him.

“Some friends and I were planning on sneaking out..” Ellie whispered, wide eyes peering up at you with hope.

“Jesse’ll be there…”

You choose to stay quiet. Not used to being around much people. You weren’t the social setting type. But that and spending your off week peeling potatoes and washing dishes. The choice was clear.

Uneven footsteps could be heard from behind you. Seth lugging two sandwiches in his hands. A thin lipped smile as he handed them off the the auburn haired girl.

“Two steak sandwiches.”

“Thanks, Joel will love ‘em.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Ellie biting her bottom lip, Seth standing wide with both hands on his hips, and you, straight faced and stiff.

Seth looked between the pair of you. Analyzing the both of you, Ellie’s poker face subpar at best.

“Right. Well, best get back to work.” He smiled at Ellie, softly patting your shoulder and turning away.

Ellie watched intently as Seth hobbled away. Turning her attention back to you as he turned the corner. A shy smile on her face as she looked up at you expectantly.

“Think about it. Alright? You could bring your boyfriend or whatever, and it’ll be fun.”She nervously stammered, voice slowly trailing off. Waiting for you to acknowledge her not so subtle inquiry.

“Boyfriend?” You questioned, tilting your head cluelessly. Your tone dull.

It was hard for anyone to truly have a conversation with you. A difficult girl to crack. The tension between you was palpable. You on the other hand, none the wiser.

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. A dorky grin etching across her face. A soft uncontrollable giggle leaving her lips

“Alone.” You clarified. Arms crossed against your chest defensively, for what? You weren’t sure.

She smiled like a child. Feeling giddy enough to race around the bar. Settling on controlling herself.

“Okay, i’ll see you around— tonight! I’ll see you tonight and around.” She placed an emphasis on the ‘and’. A blush creeping across her face as she slowly crept towards the door.

“Bye..”

“Bye, Ellie.”

She pushed open the door. Scurrying out of sight. You watched from the windows as she walked to the stables. A small pep in her step.

You felt.. odd. Blinking irregularly, you’d never interacted with a person like this. It felt nice, enjoyable even.

Hearing familiars rough footsteps heard from behind you. A calloused hand landed on your shoulder. Seth’s eyes following yours.

“I know a cat fight when I see it.” His voice rasped. Eyes narrowed as he watched Ellie practically skip away.

“Don’t fight over that, Jesse. There’s better guys here, you’ll find the one.” He gently patted your shoulder, walking off.

You shook your head in amusement, Gripped the dish rag tightly. Brows knit together. Something that could be considered a smile etching across your lips.

You looked forward to tonight.

#ellie williams x reader #tlou #ellie williams x black!reader #joel miller x reader #loser!ellie #the last of us

[soberscientistlife]

On March 5th, 1959, 69 African American boys, ages 13 to 17, were padlocked in their dormitory for the night at the Negro Boys Industrial School in Wrightsville. Around 4 a.m., a fire mysteriously ignited, forcing the boys to fight and claw their way out of the burning building.

The old, run-down, & low-funded facility, just 15 minutes south of Little Rock, housed 69 teens from ages 13-17. Most were either homeless or incarcerated for petty crimes such as doing pranks. 48 boys managed to escape the fire.

The doors were locked from the outside and fire mysteriously ignited on a cold, wet morning, following earlier thunderstorms in the same area of rural Pulaski County.

The horrific event brought attention to the deplorable conditions in which the boys lived. The boys all slept in a space barely big enough for them to move around & theyre one foot apart from one another & their bathroom was a bucket at the corner where they had to defecate in.

In an ironic twist, the land in which the school stood is now the Arkansas Department of Correction Facility Wrightsville Unit. In 2019 a plaque was finally placed after 60 years.

Source: African Archives

[ramshacklerumble]

Prompt 15 with Gia, please? 😁

15. What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

as a rule, gia doesn’t much talk about themself.

it’s not that they’re particularly secretive, it’s just between being the type often not to speak unless spoken to and being someone who lives in the moment— gia just doesn’t volunteer any past information about themself unless it happens to be relevant to whatever is going on.

so it’s not until sometime during their second year in nrc that they talk a little about their life as a ranch hand.

they are originally from california, but due to a…let’s say ‘fresh prince of bel air-like’ moment, they were sent off to live with their aunt in arkansas as a consequence of their actions…aaaaaaand to escape some legal heat they got into.

gia had been up to shenanigans since before stepping foot in twisted wonderland.

more asks or wanna get some yourself? here!

#twst oc #yuusona #twisted wonderland oc #gia yugo #oc ask meme #twst ask meme #gar’s art #oathofoaks

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

What You Heard

A Klay Thompson Insta AU

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yourusername Cali has been so good to me, this east coast girl just might have to move. Still a Knicks fan till I die tho 🤭

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yourbestiesusername you better not, NYC is not ready to let you go!

yourusername I'm thinking summers in NYC, winters in Cali 🤔 yourbestiesusername but you hate the beach yourusername true, but San Fran is so cute, you need to come see for yourself yourbestiesusername hell no, I don't cross over the Midwest yourusername 😂

yourusernamefan when is the new album coming out?

yourusername its part of the reason I came out here! working so hard on it right now

user I'm sure your Daddy will make sure it sells yourusernamefan she's not even signed to her Dad's record label, she's been making music independently for years now

user I heard that her and Klay are dating, wonder if the rumors are true after she went to one of his games? 🤷🏾‍♂️

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tmz Is the other Splash Brother finally off the market after being single for two years? Klay Thompson was seen arriving at Liholiho Yacht Club last night in San Francisco, shortly after Y/N Y/L/N, singer and daughter of Atlantic Records Exec, Y/F/N Y/F/L/N, arrived with a group of friends.

Y/N then posted some photos from the night on her private Instagram, where fan think they can see Klay in a few of the shots.

The two arrived and left separately, but a trusted source says the couple was more than friendly during dinner, with lots of touching and PDA throughout the night.

The pair were first linked together when Y/N was spotted in a suite at the Chase Center taking in a Warriors game last month. Neither management team was available for comment.

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yourusernamefan oh I love them together! they make such a cute couple

user It won't last. Y/N Y/L/N has a history of dumping guys right and left yourusernamefan you sound salty🙄 She was with her last boyfriend for over two years

user that nepo baby that can't sing worth shit is going to ruin him

user I think she'll be good for him. He kind of seemed like a playboy

warriorssplashfan this better not affect his season. Warriors need another ring this year

user No, Klay isn't single anymore?!?! 😭

Klay Thompson posted on his story

Klay Thompson deleted his story

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klaythompson The people’s champ @mosesmoody . Thank you to the Moody family for having me at camp. That was a blast ! #proudvet

user are your really gonna pretend like you didn't hard launch Y/N on your story and then delete it?

klaythompsonfan its really none of your business

goldenstatewarriors a great guy on an off the court

yourusername couldn't agree more user are the two of you are together? user I think they are, she's currently in in Arkansas as well user no she was just at the VMAs last night, she couldn't have been in Arkansas

stephcurry my brother! can't wait for the season to start

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yourusername don't get it twisted- the only thing I'm hard launching is my love for Rocco

klaythompson Rocco isn't the only one who loves you, ya know?

yourusername 😘

yourusernamefan I knew it! They make the cutest couple!

user where's the album?

user we're gonna have to wait a while, she only writes her best songs when she's heartbroken yourusername ya'll are getting nothing but love songs from me

yourbestiesusername I can't believe this man got you to go to the beach

yourusername the things you do for love 🤭

#klay thompson imagine #klay thompson #klay thompson instagram au #klay thompon x reader #klay thompson fan fiction #nba fan fiction #nba instagram au

[notdrcameron]

“You should stay real close to Jesus / Keep that bottle at your hand, my man / Find your way back to my bed again / Sing me like a Bible hymn / We should go back to Arkansas / Trade that body for a can of Gin / Like a little piece of heaven / No more candle in the wind.” - LDR

Prof. Dr. Allison Cameron. Doctor of medicine turned waitress. Divorced mother of two. Little is known about her childhood, although there is evidence that she was born in the Midwest around 1979. Character: Serious, pensive and secretive, although not out of her depth teasing others, so CAVE: To be taken with a grain of salt. At the same time very tender-hearted and open to talk to almost anyone about anything; especially mental health / religion / philosophy / exploring sexual boundaries. Also inclined to bring up drugs / alcohol in one way or the other. Likes: Being out in the nature. Books. Driving. Cooking & baking. Dislikes: Hot weather. Fast food / candy / anything fatty. Single- / narrow-mindedness. {Very loosely based on the early 2000s medical drama House, M.D. - with a bunch of tweaks and twists. Languages: German and English. Disclaimer: Although my stories may draw in part on my experiences, they might as well be works of fiction that probe the depths of my fantasies /desires. I will not reveal which is which. Thank you for understanding. Writing sample here. | Additional character info here.}

#userfakevz #she/her #modern setting #english #german

[thelastspeecher]

Sorry about your trouble, sending hugs!

How about… a mash up of the adoption Ford au with another one? For fun XD

I… don’t really have a question, but any aus with one of the Stans as kids is adorable and the best!

OMG! Adoption au where during the fight in the basement, both twins turns into kids!

Oh snap!

Stan AND Ford are suddenly smols. But plot twist, they wind up different ages. Barely. Stan winds up six, Ford is still four. They manage for a few weeks before they're finally found and placed in foster care. Stan went out to get some food and a Concerned Citizen made a few calls.

They insist on being placed in the same foster family no matter what, even if it means finding a home is more difficult. They won't leave each other. Unfortunately, they also get labeled as "difficult" and "troublemakers" due to their repeated attempts to escape foster care. Well, Stan's repeated attempts. Which Ford claims to be a participant in so that he doesn't get separated from Stan.

Eventually, Stan and Ford get sent to Little Rock, Arkansas, to be fostered by a couple in which the wife is a child psychologist. Stan and Ford's "difficult behavioral tendencies" necessitate that particular placement. The couple already has a very young daughter, whom Ford is relieved to be older than. He's been getting frustrated with his young age.

The husband of the couple is a high school music teacher.

Named Basstian McGucket.

#I was gonna have it be Harper but then thought Basstian might be more fun #esp since his wife is like I said a child psychologist #btw I think that Stan and Ford have different names than their real ones due to mishearing from the authorities #just like in Foster Ford #ask #elishevart

[eptodaytommorowforever]

On This Day The 24th October In 1960 Elvis Presley Is Recognised By Arkansas State College And Is Presented And Awarded By Them The Man Of The Year Award At Is Home Graceland In Memphis Tennessee.By Two Representatives Who Come in Person From The Tau Epilson Fraternity At The Arkansas State College.

The Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity at Arkansas State College was riding high on a wave of publicity in the fall of 1960. The fraternity had grabbed some positive headlines when chapter president Rick Husky, a journalism student from Wynne, succeeded in getting Ronald Reagan to drop by the fraternity house during his visit to Jonesboro.

Emboldened by the publicity Reagan's visit got, Husky dreamed up an idea to initiate someone famous as an honorary member. Elvis Presley was the unanimous choice, but no one believed Husky could pull it off. 'In fact, I remember several members pretty much laughing in my face', Husky said.

Rising to the challenge, Husky came up with the idea of presenting Elvis Presley with a Man of the Year Award for his considerable contributions to charity.

Elvis Presley had recently been discharged from the Army and had just arrived back at Graceland from Germany. Husky got the name of Elvis' Presley’s ‘secretary from a fan magazine and sent a letter to Elvis Presley at Graceland in care of the secretary notifying him that TKE wished to present him with his award.

But even he wasn't prepared for what followed when the world's biggest entertainer actually accepted their invitation to become an honorary TKE brother. 'Several days after mailing the letter to Graceland, I was shocked to receive a telegram at my dorm room', Husky said. 'It was from Elvis Presley ‘s secretary stating he was happy to learn of his Man of the Year Award. I was invited to Graceland to present the award and to initiate Elvis Presley at a night and time the following week'.

There was just one problem though. While the idea of recognizing Elvis Presley for his charity work was sincere, Husky had nothing to actually present to the entertainer because he had completely concocted the award as a publicity stunt. In a panic, Husky hurriedly dashed off some words to be engraved on a plaque for Elvis Presley’s Name and through some arm twisting, was able to get a Jonesboro sporting goods store to prepare an impressive polished brass plaque. Husky and TKE members Don DeArmen of Corning and Jeff Sheraer of Patterson, Mo., along with faculty member and fraternity advisor Robert Howe and photographer Charles Crowe, set out for Graceland on Oct. 24, 1960 in Husky's 1956 pink and white Ford for their meeting with Elvis Presley.Very Rare B/W Candid Photos Of Elvis Presley With The Two Representatives From Arkansas State College Tau Kappa Epilson Fraternity Taken By Elvis Presley’s Father Vernon Presley Here At Graceland And Also Of Is Famous Son Being Presented Here With The Man Of The Year Award And The Badge Pin As Well Here On The 24th October In 1960. As At the last mintue Charles Crowe Had A Family Emergency So Thank God Elvis Presley’s Father Vernon Presley Stepped In To Take These Rare B/W Candid Photos As Vernon Presley was An Excellent Photographer So Vernon Elvis Presley’s Father Saved The Day. And Of Course He Was Extremely Happy To See His Famous Son Elvis Presley Had Been Given The Recognition That He Truly Deserved.

True Fact; Elvis Presley Friends Here On Tumblr. Did You Know That Rick Husky Who Organised This Man Of The Year Award For Elvis Presley’s Achievements For Contributing To Charitable Cause’s Became A Friend Of Elvis Presley And Went On To Become A Director And Producer Of Many Great 1970’s Action Tv Series including Police Woman Charlie’s Angels etc... And Elvis Presley’s Contacted Him I’n 1974 When He Wanted To Produce Is Shelved The New Gladiators Karate Action Movie That Sadly Elvis Presley But He Didn’t Go Ahead And Finish It As Threre is Some Rare Footage Of It On A DVD and The Internet. And Another Fact Its Rumoured That Bruce Lee In 1972 When He Made Enter The Dragon In Hollywood With Warner Brother Studios Wanted To Meet Elvis Presley And Say Hello As Bruce Lee Was An Elvis Presley Fan And He Had The Greatest Respect For Elvis Presley Through Elvis Presley’s Martial Arts Friend Chuck Norris And Ed Parker But It Was Never Confirmed. As They Sadly Never Met Not Like The FAKE Photoshop Photo That People Who Shall We Say Will Remain Nameless Saying It’s Elvis Presley Meeting Bruce Lee In 1970 Sorry My Dear Elvis Presley Friends Here On Tumblr It’s Not It’s FAKE.

[bobparkhurst]

hi submitting “dragging the other with them, holding their hand” for Ken and a bobparkhurst original, because we miss George OCs over here in Poet Town

It hadn’t been something he’d planned, to slip into the small movie theatre in the centre of this town, but he’d caught sight of the title playing and a jagged shape somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach had twisted so sharply that his breath had stuttered in his throat. Halting in the entrance, he’d laughed at his own surprise and found himself buying a ticket before he’d really thought about it at all. Isn’t this what she’d said, anyway? That she could leave him behind with something better than just the picture she hadn’t been able to give him, the one that he had asked for in that one too-public moment, just before she had been packed back up into her jeep and out of his existence.

Her hand grips his tight as she pulls him beneath the edge of a hut, pressed hard against the side of it in an effort to escape the sudden downpour. She yelps a giggle as a particularly large drip slides down the neck of her dress. Her red lips stretch wide into a grin as she looks up at him, eyes smudged black with running kohl; the unhidden enthusiasm is infectious, even if he doesn’t understand it. He can feel himself smiling back. 

On screen, she stumbles her way to the edge of a cliff, wind whipping her white dress behind her like a cloud, arms outstretched, reaching for something just out of frame. She looks smaller than he remembers, slight and trembling as she is caught fast in strong arms and held, safe and secure away from the edge. Her eyes are wide and glistening as they stare up at her saviour.

Privately, he doesn’t think she was quite right about the picture. It would have at least been her.

“There’s a door!” she gasps out, and darts towards it. He doesn’t have a chance to protest as he’s pulled along with her. She slides them both through, out of the rain and into the dim light beyond. 

“Oh, Bunny’ll have my hide for this,” she says, slightly breathlessly. She shakes her head, drips flying from her curls, now somewhat flatter than they had been on the stage that afternoon. She sighs dramatically and waves a hand at her ruined dress. The effect is somewhat ruined by the giggle she is entirely failing to suppress. “I must look frightful.”

“We should be getting you back, miss,” he says. She snorts, wringing her hair out. Water splatters loudly to the floor.

“I’m not going outside again until it stops,” she huffs, though there's still a glittering twitch in the curve of her mouth. “I shall melt quite away.”

“They’ll be wondering where you are.”

“They can come find me with an umbrella,” she replies. “But I-”

A roll of thunder drowns out her next words and she raises herself to her tiptoes, peering outside through a small window. Her breath fogs against it and she draws one long line down the pane. “I’m sure it’ll blow over in a moment.”

It’s still light out when he emerges again. He folds the ticket stub between his fingers, over and over till it’s nothing but a sharp nub of card, pricking against his thumb. Something strange and empty gnaws inside his chest. He flicks the ticket out onto the street and rubs a hand over the back of his head. The sound of other people’s conversations patter against him and he ducks out of the way of the crowd that’s beginning to pour outside, clattering down the stone steps to the street below. She’ll be in Ireland by now. It feels almost as distant as Arkansas.

“Here.”

She looks at him sharply as he shucks his jacket, holding it out to her. 

“It’ll just get more wet,” she says. He shrugs. “Or are you offering it to me so I’ll go outside again?”

“I’m kind of worried about my hide,” he tells her. “Can’t go getting myself a reputation.”

Her laugh is broad, brassy, a low cackle that fills the room and his head as bright as the crash of storm-lightning from outside. 

“All right,” she says, more gently now. She lets him tug the jacket on over her, close enough that he can smell the perfume that rolls with the raindrops from her shoulders. “All right. I understand.” 

The jacket hangs too long, too heavy on her body. Wrapping one arm around herself, she pulls it closed and tight, and raises her other hand back towards him, palm upstretched. 

“I hope you’re a fast runner,” she says, as she closes her fingers around his.

He will see her again.

#ken lemmons x oc #mota oc #mota #ken lemmons #oc: meredith martine #thanks bud #sorry it's been a while #masters of the air oc #bob: fic

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Dear Arkansas Daughter lyrics fit Seth and Alphonse kinda???

"You with the dark curls," Seth

"you with the watercolor eyes" Alphonse

BUT TWIST!

"You who bares all your teeth in every smile" Sugarboo

"Says I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me" Seth AND Alphonse

"There's nothing left to say" Al to Boo when they were talking about his past with Seth

"But he should have been there anyway" when Boo was speaking to Seth how he wanted Alphomse there when he got out

"My heart is full of swords

Full of, full of swords

Your love, it knows the Lord

Tie my hands and I'm on my knees

As I kneel down, I kneel down in the sea

To the ocean floor, I will sink

Like a steel chest full of weapons

And on the spine of the tide, you will rise

Like a red, ripe, red, ripe apple

Take a swim in the dirty water

Dear Arkansas Daughter

Take a swim in the dirty water

Darling, child, true love of mine"

This whole verse gives me Seth vibe ngl how when he tried to keep Al with him but he was slowly losing himself as well.

#yuurivoice bittersweet #yuurivoice #red rants

[penname-artist]

GIVE PATCH ATTENTION

:3

(Colored for reading pleasure cuz these are dense paragraphs. Did you expect any less from me, lol)

Patch is a through-and-through southern gal, even if she's spent the last thirty years in California. The majority of her family hail from Arkansas, which she goes back to so she can visit during the holidays each year.

She actually didn't know the coffee mug she had was of Dusty until he showed up. Up to that point, she assumed it was just a cute airplane mug her nephew found for her. What a twist when a doppelganger of your coffee cup just shows up on the runway, amiright?

She's been doing dispatch for a very long time now, but before that she held several other jobs, including a pet groomers, a storage unit clerk, an elementary school lunch lady, and a cashier at the ol' Boot Barn.

Has "mixed" tastes when it comes to music. Though she and Maru have struck understandings and compromised with their radio selections, she still abides by the rule that she will not play anything 'vulgar' over the loud speakers. (She has also threatened to soap-bar the mouths of anybody that cusses in front of her)

Maru attempted to break this rule one time while she was away, and when she found out, Blade had to settle the squall, with a 'stern talking to' to the then-grumbling mechanic.

Married to a quiet hubby who runs a thrift shop downtown. He's a bit of a bookhead, but he's sweet, and he has an eye for antiques. He's also a passionate collector of old show memorabilia, and he's part of the reason the base got their hands on the tapes they do. Blade and him also get along great at parties. (He's actually terrified of the chief, to be fair, but he makes do)

Designated Base Mom, a title she had passed down to her like a proverbial torch, from a former member of the PPAA.

Patch has been the backbone of the base for decades now, for a lot of reasons. She mans the tower of course, and often gets dessert requests at the kitchen. On the rare occasion they have need for it, she also helps Blade out with the written parts of newbie training programs. And, she's also among the crew's designated interior designers, who - with the help of said husband - made a lot of the big decisions with refurbishing hangars and bedroom spaces. It definitely improved the morale of the team substantially, with a little home-making TLC.

Though she's a bit old-school, she's very classy, and a very down to earth family gal. Nothing comes between her and family; blood or bonded. She's tough as nails but sweet as pie, as they would say.

#disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2 #patch

[decemberelegy]

Olivia Hollingsworth: full twisting double back | Auburn | Arkansas @ Auburn 20 Jan 2023

#olivia hollingsworth #gymedit #gymternet #*mine #NCAA gymnastics #i gave up trying to color these meets. black and white it is

[dingleberrytimes]

Black Man Who Was Gunned Down By Police Allegedly Jaywalked Once in High School

LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS - In a twist of events that’s shocking the nation, today we received new details on the past life of 22 year old college student Devin Gardner, the Little Rock native who made headlines after he was murdered by police in his car in what should’ve been a routine traffic stop. According to a recently leaked report, Gardner wasn’t the innocent man he previously was believed to be; but instead a criminal who jaywalked once when he was in the 10th grade.

“This no good thug deserves the least bit of sympathy.” Little Rock Chief of Police Derrick Armstead explained during a press briefing. “The media is trying to make this thug out to be some kind of martyr, when in actuality he was anything but. Devin Gardner was a criminal and a dangerous individual who put the lives of tens of people at risk when he foolishly decided to jaywalk at the age 15. Like he seriously should’ve known better. So I don’t feel the least bit bad about this gentleman’s death. In fact, I say good riddance.”

This shocking revelation has caused many Americans to turn against Devin and his family, who previously thought of him as a victim of police brutality. “I’m a huge supporter of BLM and ACAB, and was protesting in the name of Devin Gardner.” Local Little Rock woman Charlotte Weston told reporters. “But after finding out what he was really like behind closed doors, I just don’t know what to think anymore.”

#satire #satirical #funny #parody #all cops are bastards #police brutality

[soberscientistlife]

africanarchives On March 5th, 1959, 69 African American boys, ages 13 to 17, were padlocked in their dormitory for the night at the Negro Boys Industrial School in Wrightsville. Around 4 a.m., a fire mysteriously ignited, forcing the boys to fight and claw their way out of the burning building.

The old, run-down, & low-funded facility, just 15 minutes south of Little Rock, housed 69 teens from ages 13-17. Most were either homeless or incarcerated for petty crimes such as doing pranks. 48 boys managed to escape the fire.

The doors were locked from the outside and fire mysteriously ignited on a cold, wet morning, following earlier thunderstorms in the same area of rural Pulaski County.

The horrific event brought attention to the deplorable conditions in which the boys lived. The boys all slept in a space barely big enough for them to move around & theyre one foot apart from one another & their bathroom was a bucket at the corner where they had to defecate in.

In an ironic twist, the land in which the school stood is now the Arkansas Department of Correction Facility Wrightsville Unit. In 2019 a plaque was finally placed after 60 years.

I moved to Arkansas in the 5th grade. I lived in Little Rock and I have never remember hearing this story.

[rucciavelliprivo]

━ 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑺 𝑩𝒀 𝑹𝑼𝑪𝑪𝑰 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑶 !

IDEA 003

GENRE — Gang, Crime, & Low-Income Apartment Living.

PLOT PARALLELS — The Wire, BMF, Lincoln Heights, and Power: Raising Kanan.

MAIN SETTINGS — LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS; low-income housing, urban neighborhood.

DRIVES & ADMIN TYPE — plot & character-driven! relaxed, but involved. Gang plots are tricky because admins/muses know the aesthetic and not the actual functionality of gangs. As someone with some experience, it’s too damn lenient. Your muses go through mental challenges, they lose and gain, they get hurt, they go to JAIL [omg, can’t stress this enough], and sometimes even die. It’s no attachment issues with muses in these plots, happiness and comfortability is a luxury they can’t afford. As the admin, you have to enforce that! Build structure. Make tasks & plot twists for muses to complete to EARN their ranks within the gangs----it’s not given to muses cause what they face claim do ooc; but for the capability to write and execute the necessary requirements for gang leadership roles. [I can do a whole run down on Gang Plots, maybe I will; always willing to help on it though if you got questions.]

GROUP TYPE — Large Group, Public ‣ Selective Muns ‣ 21+ Muses | Should be a whole trigger warning!

STORYLINE RUN-TIME — Every 2 Weeks = 1 Mission to Execute on both sides // Every Week = some housing drama // Every Month = some big plot twist.

ADMIN RECS — Rihanna & Asap Rocky as a Boonie & Clyde type duo. Asap could manipulate the gangs through anonymous messages and blackmail; sending individual muses dirt on others, etc. Rihanna could be the housing manager, and even recruit women into the clubs and even beyond.

#𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 rucci resources┊┊. #urban rph #urban rpg #urban rp