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Walker and y/n were hanging out at the boy's house, Walker was half asleep and his head buried the pillow, y/n was doomscrolling while playing with walker hair. He groaned has he turned to the side to face y/n
"Have I ever todl you are gorgeous?" he said with a soft face as a smile formed from his lips
Y/n turn off her phone and turn to look at him
"You actually tell that a lot"
"I mean, I'm lucky to have a beautiful partner like you"
"You are being too chessy" saying that and putting a hand on walker's back
"You love when I'm chessy" he said getting a little closer
"I do" y/n and give him a little kiss in the lips
"You know? I think I'm gonna marry you some day" he said letting his eyes close
"You think that?"
"Yeah, I mean when we are older you know, if you want of course"
"of course I would, now why don't you sleep at least a little"
"will you be here when I wake up?"
"I will, now sleep" y/n as he gave him a kiss on the cheek
hiii, is been a long time since I posted something, so I'm just gonna tell you what I'm planning!! I'm working on 2 walker fics (the actress and singer and another one I been writing inspired by 500 miles), a mason one and the part 2 of charlie smau!!
An Open Letter to the Governments Enforcing Online Censorship Laws:
I don’t usually get political on here. But I’m angry. And I’m scared.
What’s happening right now in the UK and Australia? It’s not just about "protecting kids" from NSFW content. It’s about control. It’s about censorship disguised as morality. And it terrifies me for what’s coming next because it always comes next.
They say it’s to keep minors safe. But censorship never stops at its first excuse. Give a government an inch, and it swallows miles. That’s not a theory. It’s history. And history doesn’t just repeat. It escalates.
As someone who creates dark, explicit fiction, this feels personal. This is my warning bell. The stories I write, the ones people try to silence aren’t just "fucked up smut." They’re lifelines. They’re therapy. They’re how people process pain, explore the shadows, reclaim power, or just survive another goddamn day. Dark content can be grotesque, yes, but it can also be honest, raw, human. It makes you feel. It makes you face what others ignore. That’s why they’re afraid of it.
And let’s stop pretending this is really about the kids.
If it were, the Epstein files would be public. The names would be prosecuted. Grooming gangs wouldn’t be swept under the rug for political convenience. The child protection system wouldn’t be a funnel of unchecked abuse. If they cared about children, they'd fix what’s broken. But they don’t. Because this was never about children. It’s about sanitizing the internet into a dead, glossy facade that makes governments and corporations feel clean.
What enrages me more than the laws themselves are the people applauding them. The ones nodding along, chanting “think of the children” while blindly handing over their freedoms like it’s some righteous offering. It's cowardice dressed up as virtue.
This doesn’t end with porn bans. It never does. First they silence desire. Then dissent. Then everything else that makes art and freedom, dangerous.
You may not care now. But you will, when it’s your voice they smother next.
TL;dr Reblog this if you believe in freedom of expression. Say nothing and watch it get stripped away.
YOU GUYS NEED TO BE MORE UP AND ARMS ABOUT TUMBLR'S AGE-VERIFICATION IN THE UK AND BRAZIL! 🇬🇧🇧🇷✊️⭐️
Remember when the controversial reblog thing happened like a month or two ago?
That is the type of energy I want to see for this age verfication bs that they are trying to pull on users!
It seems that users on here don't want to fight against this at all! (Remember you have to give your HIGHLY PERSONAL info for this ID's credit cards, selfies, etc. just to access mature content! That is NOT SAFE!)
Also, Tumblr messes up what is mature all of the time normal non-mature stuff gets the mature label slapped on it all of the time!
That creates a HUGE problem, especially for people who create content and make a living on here! It blocks their content from being seen even if it is not mature. If it has that label, it will not be shown! If you care about them, YOU NEED TO PROTEST THIS!
If they see you not doing that, when age verfication comes for the rest of us, they will think that is ok to do! It is not the job of Tumblr or the rest of us to be parents to these minors!
Please support artists, writers, storefronts, all creatives, content creators, etc. by complaining! 🎨📝🛍
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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ A/N: hello shawties, here's chapter two of sugar talkin'! this episode is greatly inspired by the fact that I was a teacher for like three years and I also have been binging Abbott Elementary (pun intended?) this chapter is chaotic but the more i wrote, the more it came together. flowkenuinely, this is a bottle episode. no smut, just comedy vibes, but also romantic vibes? maybe the vibes were the friends we made along the way! as always, reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated!
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song: you're no good by linda ronstadt
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The smell of crayons and chalkdust filled the room as you scrambled to make your classroom look presentable. Today was career day at the school, and you got a text from Rhett this morning asking if it was okay to bring a goat for career day. Seriously, this is worst case scenario. In fact, you didn’t even know he signed up for career day, since the Tillerson ranch usually covers the farming aspect of the day. Nope, he signed up last night apparently, and said he’d go before Gator.
You didn’t have time to decode Rhett. Instead, you were rushing to clean your room after some scientist from the University of Wyoming spilled ooblek on the carpet. (you know, ooblek! The science experiment you did in the fourth grade that only consisted of water and cornstarch?) Anyways, the kids were playing outside for recess when a soft knock echoed in your classroom. You had on this long plaid skirt; something you would never be caught dead in if you still lived in the twin cities, and a white cardigan that was buttoned up and tucked in. Add bowling shoes and a gelled back pony tail and someone would’ve confused you for Sandy from Grease. But no, you had sneakers and your hair was down.
And there was Travolta…well, actually, it was Gator. His eyes nearly pierced through your soul when they met yours. He was a bit of an asshole in high school, but you remembered asking yourself why since he had such kind eyes. A small smile came across his face as he stood by the door. “Hey.” he cleared his throat. “Can I come in?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He saunters in, whistling slowly as he looks around the room, hair held together by gel, hands tucked in his pockets. Fuckin’ Danny Zuko over here. “Nice.” he said to himself before reaching you. “Haven’t been speeding down any backroads lately, huh? Been hoping to see you drive by.” he chewed on his bottom lip.
You just shrug. “What happens on state road 50 stays on state road 50.”
A soft chuckle left him. “Yeah, yeah.” he looked down at your outfit, then back up at your eyes. “I wanted to talk to you more but you seemed busy, not busy now though, right?” What's it to you? You could see right through Gator and instead of standing your ground, it made you blush. You glance up at him. “No, will say though, Rhett was fuming over the ticket you gave him.”
Gator clicked his tongue. “I was just enforcing the law.”
You could feel your cheeks hurting from smiling, you don’t remember Gator being this charming. Rhett, you knew, was a charmer. A loud one at that. Gator was much more subtle. “Still, though. Wish I had more time to catch up with you. Caught me off guard the other day. Never happens to me here with how small Wabang is.” he sits down on the desk in front of you, as you lean back on yours slightly. “You never struck me as a teacher.”
“You never struck me as a cop.”
“Shit happens.” he shrugs. “Tore my ACL pretty bad my first year of college, lost my baseball scholarship, moved back home, joined the force…I only like it ‘cus I can run red lights and give assholes like Rhett Abbott a ticket every now and then.” he smiles to himself. “He ain’t that fond of me, I know that.”
You shrugged, not confirming or denying. “Then why are you a cop?” Gator takes a deep breath and throws his hands up. “Why are you a teacher?” he answered back.
“Touche.” you got up from your desk and sat down at your seat. Gator gets up and clears his throat again. “Well, I should get Shiloh ready. I don’t got much experience with kids but I know they love a good K-9-” you cut him off. “-wait, you brought a dog?” you raised an eyebrow. Gator slowly nodded. “Yeah, the Wabang police department always uses the same old dog for career day. The kids go fuckin’ crazy for Shiloh.”
You reach for the stress ball in the corner of your desk. “That's great.” you squeezed the ball. “That’s so great. There’s gonna be a…petting zoo in my classroom.”
Gator puts his hand out and knits his eyebrows. “Hold on, if you’re not cool with Shiloh comin’ in, we can always do my part outside. I don’t mind accommodating for you-” “-no, no. it’s not that. Don’t worry about it.” you sighed. “It just sucks being a first year teacher, the others don’t tell you shit.” you spoke quietly.
Gator hums. “Yeah, I understand. Like I said, don’t want a pretty thing like you worrying about your classroom being a mess, students being unruly, all that.” you want to respond to him, you want to talk about the annoying aspects of this job. But all you could zero in on was that pet name, how it rolled off his tongue like honey. Before you could respond the bell rings, and kids flood into your room, packing in like sardines.
You shoot up from your desk. “Shit, that really flew by. Rhett was supposed to be here already.” you said to yourself.
“It’s okay. I gotta go back outside anyway to get the dog. I can text you if I see him.”
“But I don’t have your-” Gator doesn’t hesitate, he grabs a notepad off your desk and scribbles his number before handing it to you. “Just text this, I’ll let you know if I see him.”
Your heart thumps as you glanced at him. “Oh-okay.” you stumble, unable to compose yourself as he leaves the classroom. The chattering of students grew louder and louder as you pulled out your phone and started texting Rhett.
Y/N
Rhett
What the fuck
Where are you?
It didn’t take long for him to respond.
RHETT
Nipples was loose in the parking lot
Y/N
I’m sorry, what?
RHETT
Fucking auto correct
Don’t worry about it
Omw!
You sigh and look at the notepad with Gator’s number. It wouldn’t hurt to shoot him a quick text. You fumble the piece of paper as you typed his number; sending him a ‘hey! It’s y/n’ before you put your phone down. You started clapping your hands, getting everyone’s attention, and walked in front of your desk. “Class! Um…we have another presenter for career day, who is running late-”
“-I’m here! I’m here!” Rhett’s voice booms from the hallway, holding a baby goat in his hands as he reaches the doorway, nearly tripping over himself while doing so. The students all turned around, and loud ‘awh’s escaped their tiny bodies as Rhett smiles at you. A sigh of relief left you as you gestured to him to come up front. Rhett doesn’t hesitate, going to the front and taking a deep breath.
“Hello, children.” he said, almost unsure. You can tell he’s had no practice before this. Now he was getting stage freight in front of a class of fourth graders. “My name is Rhett Abbott. I work at the Abbott Ranch. I’m actually Amy’s uncle-” you can see Amy sliding down her chair cringing at Rhett. “-and I’m a Rancher. Uh, what do Ranchers do? Well, we, um, take care of cattle.”
Just dead stares, nothing behind these kids' eyes.
Rhett cleared his throat. “This is nibbles.” he shows off the goat. “We call him that because he…nibbles.” he was flat at the end, realizing this was a bust. “Any questions?” Rhett’s smile faltered when the silence stretched a beat too long. One kid in the back coughed. Another leaned over and whispered something that made their friend snort. Nibbles chose that exact moment to bleat; loud, indignant, and try to chew on Rhett’s sleeve.
“Hey-hey, no, buddy,” Rhett laughed nervously, adjusting his grip as the goat wriggled. “He gets excited around new people.” He glanced at you like a man looking for a lifeline.
You cleared your throat and stepped in beside him. “Nibbles is a baby goat,” you said, projecting your teacher voice, the one you reserved for assemblies and fire drills. “Does anyone know what baby goats are called?”
A few hands shot up. Thank God.
“Kids,” someone yelled.
“Yep.” you smiled. “They’re called kids, yes. And ranchers like Rhett help take care of them. They make sure they’re fed, healthy, and safe.” Rhett nodded enthusiastically, relieved. “Yeah, yeah, that. Exactly. Safe.” He looked down at Nibbles. “Real safe.”
Nibbles, then, promptly tries to headbutt his chest.
A ripple of laughter spread across the room. The tension broke. Rhett, finally, relaxed. Shoulders loosening as he leaned into it, crouching slightly so the kids could see the goat better. “Okay, rule number one on a ranch,” he said, warming up now. “Animals don’t listen. Ever. You gotta work around ‘em, not the other way ‘round.”
That earned him a few giggles. Even Amy peeked up from behind her hands, less mortified now, watching her uncle with reluctant pride. Rhett smiles. “Rule number two-”
Before Rhett could finish his sentence, the sound of a dog panting enters the room. The children turned their heads around, but you didn’t have to look to see that it was Gator. The kids clamoured at the sight of the elderly german shepard, who’s seen better days, but was just as lovable and sweet looking. The room erupted with “dog!” “can we pet him” “awh, how cute!” as Gator walked to the front of the class.
Rhett shot you a look. “You’ve got to be kidding me-” he grumbled under his breath.
You leaned in closer to him, side by side as you whispered. “You signed up to be first, and you were late.” which earned a sigh from Rhett as Gator tipped his head to you. “Told you, Shiloh’s popular.” Then, Gator’s eyes flickered to the goat in Rhett’s hands. “You brought livestock into a school building, Abbott. How ambitious of you.”
“Yeah? well you brought a cop dog.” Rhett shot back. “This is a place of learning.”
A few dispersed giggles filled the room as you put your hands up. “Alright,” you said, clapping once. “Everyone calm down. We’re very lucky today, we get to learn about two very different careers.”
Gator’s gaze slid back to you, amused. “Different’s one word for it.” he straightened up as he looked at the crowd of kids, all of them wishing they could reach for Shiloh’s shiny coat. “Alright, as many of you know, my name is Sheriff Tillman. I work for the Wabang Police Department. And just like the avengers, and batman, and superman, I love catching bad guys!” you watched him move. Calm. Confident. Comfortable in his skin. The kids hung onto every word, eyes wide as Shiloh demonstrated a perfect sit and stay.
Gator kept on talking. “There’s two very important things about policing, one is making sure the right people are brought to justice. You will get in trouble if the wrong person is behind bars. The second thing that’s important about policing is making sure the community is safe for everyone, not just one kind of person. If you do that, and learn basic arms training, you’re pretty much set to spend the rest of the day eating donuts and hanging with K-9’s like Shiloh.”
Rhett looked over at Gator before Gator pulled out Sheriff badge stickers and started passing them out to the kids-Jesus, why didn’t he think of that?! And the doting look on your face filled Rhett with envy. “Any questions?” Gator asked, as a sea of hands were raised as he started picking which questions to ask. “Yeah, you with the buzzcut.”
“Did you have to go to college to be a police officer?”
Gator shrugged. “You can, but it’s not required. It should be though, right?” Then he picked on another hand. The little boy spoke up. “Is it scary to be a policeman?” and Gator pondered that question for a bit, before nodding. “Yeah, it can be. But not always. Sometimes, you just have to protect yourself.” he said, then pointed to a little girl in the front.
“My mommy says you’re only sheriff because your daddy was mayor.”
Rhett snorted. Gator’s eyes widened as he nodded his head. “Yeah…your mommy is right. That’s called nepotism.” he sighed. “Big word for Elmo.” Then, he pointed to Amy Abbott. Amy looked at her uncle, then back at Gator before pointing to his belt. “Is that a gun?”
Gator nodded. “Yes, but only I can use it.”
Rhett turned to him. “Can we see your gun?”
A deep breath left Gator, keeping his eyes on the kids. “No.”
Rhett scoffed slightly. “Cmon, the kids want to see the gun. My niece wants to see the gun. Look at her, she’s excited. She wants to hold it.”
“Abbott, I’m not pulling out a firearm in a classroom for no reason.”
“So you think women can’t have guns?”
Oh my god. You softly slap Rhett’s forearm, shooting him a ‘please shut the fuck up please’ look as Gator throws his hands up. “No, there are plenty of great police women who have their own guns and if your…” he waves his hand around. “niece decides to become a cop, she will have her own. When she’s grown.” Gator clarifies.
The same little girl from earlier speaks up again. “My mommy says Ms. L/N should have a gun in case there’s a bad guy at school.”
For a second there, all three of you had the same expression. Rhett pursed his lips to hold back a smile as Gator pinched the bridge of his nose. You catch your breath as you stare at your student. “Maybe your mommy shouldn’t be talking to you about that.”
The bell rings, and your day unwinds slowly as each student leaves the class. Amy knows to wait for Rhett outside as the class finally empties. A soft sigh left you as both men stared at you. Holding their animals. Looking ridiculous. You wipe the sweat off your brow as your eyes fall on Rhett. Who tried to hold back a smirk but failed to do so anyway. “Next career day, we should teach them to say acab.” he suggested.
Gator rolled his eyes. “Gee thanks, Abbott. For the record, I think you did pretty okay too.” then the sheriff turns to you. “I guess I’ll see you around, Y/N?” The way Gator said your name. Slow, deliberate, like he was trying it on, made your stomach flip in a way you absolutely did not have time for. Not now. Not with a sheriff, a rancher, a goat, and a police dog all standing in your classroom like the punchline to a bad joke.
“Yeah,” you said, brushing invisible chalk dust off your skirt. “I mean, yeah. Probably. This is Wabang. And thank you for coming. The kids love Shiloh.”
Gator smiled at that, small and knowing, like he understood exactly what that meant. You watched him leave, heart still thumping, classroom suddenly too quiet. Too still. Before turning to Rhett and softly slapping his arm again. “Hey! What’s that for?!”
“So you think women can’t have guns?” you mocked him.
Rhett can’t hold back the laughter anymore, he snorted and put his hands up to defend himself. “In my defense, it looked like that, didn’t it?” he shrugged as he tried to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry that I tried to be funny at your job, Bunny. I did do that on purpose to ragebait him, I won’t do it again.” He's earnest. At least now he is, you won’t know until later if he really means it or not. “Cmon, it’s Gator Tillman. He’ll survive.”
you shake your head. "you're no good, Rhett."
Before he could respond. Amy poked her head back into the room. “Uncle Rhett?” she stage-whispered. “Grandma says you’re blocking traffic with your truck. And the goat.” Rhett sighs softly. “Jesus Christ.” He looked at you apologetically. “I’ll walk her out, Bunny. Try not to miss me too much.” he smirks.
Blush creeps onto your face as you waved him off. “Go, before nibbles eats through a kid’s backpack.” you laugh softly. “And thank you for coming, as chaotic as it was.”
Rhett salutes to you with two fingers before walking Amy and the goat out. So corny. When the door finally closed for good, you sank down into your chair. Your classroom looked like a tornado had passed through. badge stickers stuck to desks, a faint smell of hay lingering in the air, chalk smeared where a kid had dragged their sleeve across the board. You understood why the older teachers drank every night before bed. Before you could take a deep breath, your phone buzzed.
GATOR
Career day survivor?
You stared at the screen for a second, then smiled despite yourself.
Y/N
Barely. Your dog upstaged a goat.
GATOR
He has that effect on people.
You glanced around the empty room, at the sunlight slanting through the windows, at the life you’d built in this tiny town you swore you’d never come back to. It was hard not to think about how chaotic things have been since you got back, now that you had a moment alone.
Y/N
Thanks for earlier. For…everything.
A pause. Then:
GATOR
Anytime. Maybe next time we catch up somewhere without livestock.
You always wanted to be a teacher?
