#aph alabama

[helloimlemon]

STATE OC TIME, thought I posted hime here but didnt. so have my alabama OC, he loves working on cars, cute animals and getting into fights with his boss :3 enjoy

[simple-persica]

Some state siblings I haven’t drawn together a lot. I like the they

[magicandlight]

Things Josh did as a child that definitely count as abusing his powers:

(very serenely) handed Daniel a whole ass squirrel, with no context

(Daniel’s eye still twitches when this incident is brought up)

went into the pantry while Evangeline was cooking, came out with a rat which he proceeded to place on the countertop

decided that the hall closet made a good place for the rattlesnake to put her eggs

concerning fondness for snakes and a complete lack of boundaries, resulting in several states having snakes shoved into their faces so they could “see”

brought home several “dogs.” none of which were dogs. 

[incorrectaphstatequotes]

Texas: What scares you the most?

Delaware: Spiders.

Alabama: Snakes.

New Jersey: The unstoppable march of time that is slowly guiding us to our deaths.

Tennessee: ......

Tennessee: New Jersey.

[hipsofsteel]

#70 for Rusty and Kitty

#70 on my Spotify Wrapped: Back Porch by Willie Jones Spotify / Youtube / Genius Lyrics

(The ask being referred to)

That 70 is for the basically 70,000 words of them that I wrote for my first NaNoWriMo.

Kitty's out on the back porch piecing together another quilt in the last bits of full daylight. In her rocking chair with her feet up on a stool, a look of total concentration on her face. Rusty looks at her through the screen door, sipping a can of beer and watching her as she works.

Her curls get caught in the breeze, not often enough to distract her, but sometimes she has to reach up and brush one aside, black hair against beautiful brown skin, the lighter color of her palms. Rusty could get lost in tracing the lines on her hands for days if she let him.

Her hands, which work so quick as she sews, a steady rhythm in her pace. This is a woman who's mastered her skills, who has little time to mess about. She's working, but because she loves the work, not because it's necessary.

He remembers falling into that same sort of haze as he fixed up that old rocking chair for her. It'd gotten into bad shape, and then one of the rockers had snapped. Kitty had sighed and tossed it out into the scrap. Rusty had snuck out that night and dragged it into the toolshed before the garbageman came.

He'd spent weeks putting it back together, shaping a new pair of rockers, and then sanding, finishing, and sealing. But the work didn't feel like work, not when he considered who it was for.

As she lifted up a yellow triangle to add to her quilt, he remembered that yellow Easter dress she'd had for a few years, with the little white polka dots, and the hat with the lace. She'd looked as pretty as a daffodil in it. Rusty had been sad to see it go.

She took a sip of her sweet tea, and Rusty remembered her teaching him how to make it so long ago, in the early days of their relationship. The way she's been so focused on instructing him that she hadn't noticed that his eyes were following the movements of her body instead, and the way she moved her hands. Her hands. They always drew him in, they were like magic, and she hardly every noticed how she always moved them so gracefully.

A green piece of fabric next. She told him she loved the color of his eyes, green and bright like new leaves, young grass. Rusty always found himself preferring hers. That beautiful warm brown. There couldn't be green growing things without the warmth of the earth.

She kicked off her shoes absentmindedly, sandals dropping down, and Rusty remembers a cross country drive, long before seat belt laws, where she'd at some point in the southwest hung her feet out the window and set her head in Rusty's lap. It hadn't been for more than a few minutes, but Rusty recalled the moment with a clarity that surprised him all these years later. The way she'd looked up at him, smiling.

Cars were always a good thing too. How she'd lean her head out the window sometimes and laugh. How one time they got tangled up in the back of his truck. Trips, camping and fishing. Hunting too. Escaping to places where people hadn't cared about how they looked when so many places in the world had.

He didn't know how long he'd known that she was the only one for him. She'd taught him English, to read and write. She'd never treated him like he was stupid even when he struggled. She'd just set those hands on his and guided him through the process of learning something new.

And he didn't know when she realized it, when she reciprocated. All he knew was that time didn't really matter, he just wanted as much of it as he could have to spend with her.

"Rusty?"

He startled, and Kitty was looking at him.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"A while." He admitted, taking another sip of his beer.

"And why didn't you think to come out and sit with me?" She's teasing him as she puts her sewing away into her basket, and then stands up, motioning for him to come out. Rusty follows her to the porch swing, and she unfolds a quilt he's familiar with as he sits down next to her.

The border is a series of camellia blossoms and flower dogwood, their state flowers, with a vining pattern around them. And in the center stands a redheaded man holding the hands of a black woman in a yellow dress.

Rusty helps her spread out the quilt over the both of them, and then puts an arm over her shoulder. Kitty leans her head into him.

"There." She hums. "Much better to watch a sunset like this, don't you think?"

Rusty has hardly even noticed the sunset, but he glances out at it as he pulls her closer.

"Can't agree with ya more, Kitty-cat."

And as Rusty admires the sunset, Kitty watches how the orange hues of the light nearly set his hair ablaze with color. How it brings out the freckles that aren't hidden under his beard. How it makes him glow.

She leans in closer, enjoying the moment with him.

[linkinaboxx]

Alabama and Mississippi

Tada, two fools, now enjoy.

[incorrect-states-quotes]

Kentucky: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Texas: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Alabama: You’re both pathetic.

Kentucky: Oh? What do you sleep with?

Alabama: Florida.

[iliveinaconstantstateoffire]

WV: So, theoretically, what do you think would cause another american civil war?

Alfred: can we not talk about this-

VA: pecan or pecan

NY: Dunkin Donuts or Krispy Kreme

CA: lightning bugs or fire flies

ME: garbage or trash

TX: garbage or new york

NY: f*ck you-

GA: where does the Mason dixon line end

MO: coke, soda, or pop

LA: caramel or caramel

MI: yall or yous guys

AL: wtf even is a yous guys??

FL: what am I

HI: I hate all of you

Alfred: please put away your weapons where the f*ck were yall hiding those to begin with??