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ostdrossel · 11 months
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I worked in the veggie garden today,
and there was so much bird song going on that I put out Merlin to tell me who sings. Merlin picked up a lot, even a Tennessee Warbler, which makes me want to go explore. While I was shoveling, I spotted this guy, an immature male Orchard Oriole. I usually get an Orchard O at least for a day or two and was hoping this year too, so this was very nice. I love how his brown adult feathers are creeping in on the “bib”. I also saw a Catbird today, hopefully it comes to the feeders too.
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deans-baby-momma · 11 months
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Law & Love Chapter 12
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A/N: And this story is back......with a twist at the end......cliffhanger anyone???? BAHAHAHAHAHA (that's my evil laugh)
THEN
As Beau returns to his desk, he realizes that he also likes the idea of going home with her, that his place was considered 'theirs' now.
NOW
After making sure that my attackers are going to be put away, Beau and I head back to his camper, or as he called it- home. Although, almost immediately he is called away on the case concerning his daughter and her step-father; leaving me to quietly relive the revelations made today.
The news of the altercation at the diner was on the evening news and not long after, I received word that the diner was temporarily closed until the whole ordeal blew over. The owner, a nice man by the name of Fred, also offered me a permanent position as head waitress if I want to come back and work at, as he called it, the scene of the crime.  I told him I would think about it and let him know.
After leaving Eric, my douchey cheating ex, I had left with no particular destination. Arriving in Helena and deciding to settle down hours from anyone I knew was a spur of the moment decision;  one I had yet to regret. 
What I regretted was befriending Deb;  allowing her to know the more intimate parts of my life that I would usually keep to myself. Little did I know she was using it as fodder to manipulate and influence her own son to sleep with her; using my stories and life to seduce and fuck her own flesh and blood. 
My phone rings on the side table, causing me to jump out of my recollections. I look to see Beau's number on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hiya darlin'," he drawls in his Texan accent. I should've never told him I thought it was sexy because now he's just killing me with it. "How're you holding up? I hate that I had to leave you as soon as we got home."
I smile to myself at his words. He called it home again, as in his and mine-ours. 
"I'm okay Beau," I say, trying to relieve his worry. "How's Emily?"
Emily is Beau's estranged teenage daughter who just so happens to be in Montana, on a camping trip with her step-father. And of course, there is a killer on the loose in the woods nearby. 
"Traumatized but holding up," Beau states. "She's a good actress but I know my little girl, she's upset. Apparently she and the victim had become somewhat friends."
He audibly clears his throat and goes into his Sheriff voice. "Anyway, I just wanted to check on you. I'll be back pretty late so make yourself comfortable and I'll try not to wake you up when I come in."
"Okay, Sheriff Arlen," I answer, with a nod of my head. "Be careful."
"Always am," Beau tells me and then in a softer, quieter voice he continues. "This weekend- you, me, a couple of fishing rods and the lake?"
"It's a date, Beau."
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Life as the significant other of a law enforcement officer is stressful and worrisome. 
The date at the lake didn’t happen because the killer in the woods upped his game by kidnapping the clerk of the local detective agency, along with Emily. And when Beau heard of Emily’s disappearance? Well, I saw a side of the man I was falling for I’d never seen before.
He was angry, hurt, worried, and fearful.  As soon as word got to him that his baby girl was missing, he bolted out of the camper and was in his truck speeding away before I made it to the door, leaving me behind to anxiously await news.
When Beau returns, he tells me about his confrontation with Avery, his daughter's step-father and the plan to make the man wear a tap to eavesdrop on his meeting with the suspects.
"It's a whole organization," he explains. "Avery stole from them, or has some information they want, and they took her to get his attention."
I can tell that the man sitting beside me is at his wits end and is about to lose it so I wrap my arms around him and pull his body toward me. I know I can't fix this but I can try to give him some comfort.
"She's my baby, Y/N. My little girl," Beau sobs as he nuzzles against my chest. "I saw her first step, heard her first word, bandaged her first injury.  I can't stand the thought of her out there, scared and alone and I can't get to her. What if she is just waiting for me to come save her? What if I'm too late?"
I plant a kiss to the top of his head. "You're going to find her, Beau. You're going to find her and get her back safe and sound. I may not have known you for long but I know when you are determined to get something done, nothing will stand in your way.
"You'll listen in on this meeting, find out the location she's being held and you'll bust up in there and save her. You'll still be a hero in her eyes."
Unfortunately, Avery was killed in a shootout at the meeting and the suspects knew nothing of the kidnap victims. 
Come to find out, the owner/operator of the camping organization was the killer and had kidnapped the two ladies to throw the cops off his trail. 
After some digging, Beau was reunited with his daughter, the clerk rejoined her bosses and Buck Barnes was dead. 
Life in Helena Montana could go on.
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I'm wiping down the counter while Shelby, the new waitress, sweeps the floor when the bell alerts us to a new customer. We look toward the entrance to see a tall man in Wranglers and a cowboy hat step inside.
“Beau?” Y/N asks, shocked. 
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that the stranger is, in fact, not Beau. He is much taller, his hair is shorter and the green eyes that I dream about are actually hazel on the man.
“Beau? Beau Arlen?” the man inquires and I can sense a hint of a Texas accent. “Do you know him?”
By now, Shelby is standing right behind me watching the interaction with a questioning look on her face..
“Yea, I know him. Who’re you?”
“Walker, ma’am. Cordell Walker,” he introduces himself. “Do you know where I can find Beau?” 
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moralisticsblog · 11 months
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FitMC HAS ENTERED THE CONVERSATION.
THE BALDNESS IS REAL🫶✨️✨️✨️
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roughwighting · 3 months
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Honey, I'm Home!
The snow is falling like sleet. As I climb out of my mini-Cooper I grumble to the car “you’re cute in June, but you’re mighty ugly in January.” While waiting for my tiny turquoise car to reply, a huge icy snowflake falls on my cheek. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” I mutter to the car. Continue reading Honey, I’m Home!
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slushyseals · 1 year
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current favorite seal
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raaorqtpbpdy · 2 months
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Listen, the simple fact of the matter is: a walrus is bigger than a fairy.
I hear a knock on the door and I open it. I see a fairy. It’s two apples tall. It gives me a start but all I have to do is politely turn it away and I’m good. Conversely it’s human sized and I fully believe it’s a human in a costume—because how the hell would I even be able to tell it’s not—and all I have to do is politely turn it away and I’m good. The encounter is brief, there’s no need to get anyone else involved, and I can have an existential crisis about the existence of fairies after it’s gone.
I hear a knock on the door and I open it. I see a walrus. I fully jump, scramble backwards. I attempt to slam the door in its face, but it’s already halfway through the doorway, barreling towards me with its long tusks and heavy body. I run for my life from the creature that utterly wrecks the narrow walkways of my home behind me. This encounter will not be brief. I have time to wonder: why the fuck is a walrus here? How did it get here? How did no one see it headed here and call animal control? The nearest zoo it over an hour away by car and it doesn’t even have walruses? How long has it been tracking me? Does it know who I am? How did it even knock when it only has flippers and not hands? How the fuck do I get out if this situation? I can’t call anyone because who the fuck is going to believe that I have an actual, real life walrus in my house. I don’t even believe it. I find a window and knock the screen out, scrambling through it into my backyard. I go to the library and look up real estate listings—that’s the walrus’ house now.
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thatmooncake · 6 months
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Zoinks! 👻
@noogit9000 @tvstaticchaos
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doormens-job · 25 days
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"....don't struggle."
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fieriframes · 1 month
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[Inspiration is always a surprising visitor.]
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athenasdragon · 25 days
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Do it* scared
*emailing the freezer repository you're going to work in to make sure they have coveralls that actually fit you because if you ignore the issue you might show up and find that your ass doesn't fit any of the men's PPE they have
EDIT: email sent!!!!!
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simptasia · 4 months
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thank fuck i don't have a job because i don't have any fucking idea how my mum would have been cared for during the last four months
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schnaf · 3 months
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22 days until gaon's 22nd birthday
day 21 - gaon's last birthday (hug edition)
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I know this sounds counterintuitive, but sometimes I sleep better when I'm hidden. There was a hollow in the wood that made the frame of my bed. I'd tuck myself in there to sleep where others couldn't find me. Same as the toybox.
Maybe Vio would like a hidden sleeping spot.
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Seems that the rain has turned to snow now. So as a precaution Blue is out chopping wood to keep their home warm.
"To fine him a spot like that is hard. He's been taken as a hostage enough times now, enclosed spaces...Well they cause him to much stress. And with his frequent night-terrors, it's already hard to even get him to sleep at all"
{Blue is no longer available for asks specifically for him/ We're going back to Vio and his nonsense}
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ok but the second part of September 18th’s entry being delayed makes it so much more effective 👀
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thedragonagelesbian · 2 years
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why didnt they just........ set the fucking campaign in tal’dorei if they so clearly wanted to go back so badly
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pissfaggit · 1 year
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I just gotta say. After watching tng and moving on to ds9, I can't speak for any of the other captains but. Any of the scenes with Picard that are supposed to be moving or inspiring or emotional- ain't shit compared to the fucking HEART that Avery Brooks put into playing Captain Sisko
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