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Ringo growls again when he feels himself lose his grip on his gun. He lost his advantage, his weapon, he knows, but now he has an uninjured hand. He doesn’t care about a fair duel. He doesn’t care about the past. He just wants to kill Holliday. He wants him spitting blood. 

And so he spits, right in the other man’s face, and attempts to take advantage of his vulgar action. He tries to roll on top of Holliday, to grip his throat, he doesn’t care if Curly wouldn’t want him to do so. He can’t even imagine what Curly would think.

“I’d rather kill you with my bare hands, anyway!” The smile on his face is wicked, whether or not he’s winning. Ringo seems to think he is, no matter what.

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His anger doesn’t subside in the moments that it takes him to advance, and he remains thoughtless. He grins, an ugly mark on his face, as he tries to aim with a hand which trembles with rage. The losses he has suffered only fuel his desire to finally end his awful rival.

“You may be able to breathe now, Holliday, and keep spittin’ your words, but let’s see how it goes with your lungs full’a lead!” Ringo barked. He was willing to be shot, as long as it meant he could finally kill Holliday. However, he didn’t get that chance.

He fell back against the ground with the impact, making a strange, nearly feral growl sound. The Cowboy claws at Holliday’s jacket with his bad hand, to no avail. He can’t get a good grip on his gun, he can’t deal the final blow! Ringo yells as he struggles (rather uselessly). “JUST LET ME KILL YOU!”

doc struggles against ringo, trying to bash the gun out of his hand once, twice, and a third time, teeth grit as he fights against the hundred-odd years of hatred that threatens to overwhelm him. if only they’d been offered this opportunity in the streets of tombstone, thoughts tumble around fleetingly rolling over how this may have been different. 

if only this damnable curse didn’t exist and johnny ringo had stayed dead.

if only he had wyatt at his side.

❝ GO T’ HELL !! ❞

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His anger doesn’t subside in the moments that it takes him to advance, and he remains thoughtless. He grins, an ugly mark on his face, as he tries to aim with a hand which trembles with rage. The losses he has suffered only fuel his desire to finally end his awful rival.

“You may be able to breathe now, Holliday, and keep spittin’ your words, but let’s see how it goes with your lungs full’a lead!” Ringo barked. He was willing to be shot, as long as it meant he could finally kill Holliday. However, he didn’t get that chance.

He fell back against the ground with the impact, making a strange, nearly feral growl sound. The Cowboy claws at Holliday’s jacket with his bad hand, to no avail. He can’t get a good grip on his gun, he can’t deal the final blow! Ringo yells as he struggles (rather uselessly). “JUST LET ME KILL YOU!”

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Well. Ringo certainly didn’t expect that. A lesser man (or a lesser demon, or whatever he was) certainly would’ve had to pause, to take in the scene. Not him. The first shot hit his hand again, and the pistol hits the ground. The second shot also hits his mark, leaving a hole in both his boot and his heel. 

He doesn’t bother to try to move away from Holliday’s boots. He’d never dance for someone as useless as the struggling man. Hatred clouds his mind, and not even the logic in the back of his head reminding him to ‘think what Curly would say’ succeeds to break through. He dives for his gun, grabbing it in his other hand, pointing it at Holliday, rising to his feet. Not even the hole in his foot or hand could stop him now. 

He has completely lost his sensibility, beginning to stagger towards the other man, seething. “You…You…You’ll die today, you lunger bastard!”

shit. shit shit shit. fear and anger clash in his sharp blue gaze, but he’s still got both pistols aimed at the pistoleer. and he’s still got air in his lungs. and that’s a hell of a lot more ‘n he had a hundred and thirty years ago. 

unfortunately, he can see that the games are well and truly over and, even with his full house, ringo’s got the ace up his sleeve. longevity is nothing next to the hellfire that fuels the revenant. at least doc has his wits about him – or he’s channelling enough of the ghosts of their past that he can pretend as much. 

       ❝ you don’t have the cojones to kill me, or y’ would’ve when we were dyin’ the first time ‘round, ❞   a bluff, but ringo is close enough that it doesn’t matter. boot digs into sand and doc grits his teeth against the strain that he puts on his bad leg to push him into a momentum. in a move that is very unlike himself, he drops his guns, pressing forward to tackle the bastard to the ground. the hand that isn’t busy shoving ringo’s gun away, to keep from getting shot ( again ), is wrapped around the other’s waist to make sure they go down together. 

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Well. Ringo certainly didn’t expect that. A lesser man (or a lesser demon, or whatever he was) certainly would’ve had to pause, to take in the scene. Not him. The first shot hit his hand again, and the pistol hits the ground. The second shot also hits his mark, leaving a hole in both his boot and his heel. 

He doesn’t bother to try to move away from Holliday’s boots. He’d never dance for someone as useless as the struggling man. Hatred clouds his mind, and not even the logic in the back of his head reminding him to ‘think what Curly would say’ succeeds to break through. He dives for his gun, grabbing it in his other hand, pointing it at Holliday, rising to his feet. Not even the hole in his foot or hand could stop him now. 

He has completely lost his sensibility, beginning to stagger towards the other man, seething. “You...You...You’ll die today, you lunger bastard!”

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He can’t help but smile when Holliday scoots backwards. He keeps his eye on the other’s gun, not going to get caught off guard like he had been. The amount of joy that he feels at the other’s anger would be damning, he suspects, if he hadn’t already been to Hell.

“I gotta give you credit for still being able to curse me like this. Really makes me feel appreciated, like I’ve accomplished something.” Usually sarcasm isn’t the way he goes, but it’s just dripping from his words.

There is the urge to shoot the other again, and it’s strong. “I oughta finish you off now. You weren’t just going to disarm them. But that’s the past, all those years ago.” Now, his wide grin is back. “Back then, you defeated me! Now, I win! You’re down to barking at my feet! The high and mighty Holliday!”

       ❝ you’re a goddamned sonuvabitch, johnny ringo, and you ain’t ever gonna win. not if i have anything t’ do with it – ❞   the cowboy may’ve forgotten his second sixshooter but, if nothing else, you can bet your ass that john henry holliday wouldn’t be caught dead with only the one. in one swift movement, he fires the gun out of ringo’s hand again, drawing his second to shoot at the other’s feet. dance, ringo, dance. 

in the seconds he’s attempted to buy himself, doc struggles to his feet, only to come crashing down to his good knee.   ❝ shit! ❞   he’s glaring at the other, teeth bared in anger and pain, and counting himself lucky that he’s got nine shots left to ringo’s five. ( not that he’d need them, but if it came down to it, the numbers were at least a comfort ).   ❝ – if you’re keepin’ score, looks like it’s three ta’ one, my favor. how’s it feel to constantly be one-upped by a lunger? ❞   — you wanna win, cowboy? you’re gonna need to fight him down on this level.

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show me the post that says give Wyatt Earp his weed back

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Anne of Green Gables  {Sentence Starters}

“You’re not eating anything.”

“It’s such an interesting world.”

“Would you rather I didn’t talk?“

“It does make life so interesting.“

“It just makes me feel glad to be alive.”

“Why must people kneel down to pray?“

“Let us look on the bright side of things.”

“I never make the same mistake twice…”

“True friends are always together in spirit.”

“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.“

“Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.“

“I don’t want to cheer up. It’s nicer to be miserable!“

“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think.”

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.“

“We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world.”

“That’s the worst of growing up, and I’m beginning to realize it.“

“I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person.“

“But, am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do.“

“It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”

“Oh, it’s delightful to have ambitions. I’m so glad I have such a lot.”

“Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?“

“It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.“

“It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it?”

“I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does.“

“I don’t believe a rose would be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.“

“She doesn’t know what to do with the people, so she kills them off to get rid of them.”

“Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.“

“It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.”

“People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?“

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Now Doc had him smiling. The smile was mischievous, sure, but it was there. If Doc didn't want to talk, he could.

"Well, where do you wanna start?" He drawled, a wide smirk on his face. "This most recent time I crashed a car into his trailer—wait, do you know what a car is? Metal carriage?" He giggled at himself. "Then there's the time Curly and I adopted a rabbit! It was a cute little thing, always frothing at the mouth. Did you know that it means it has rabies? Bobo apparently didn't wanna meet her. Then there was the time Levi went missing. I say it wasn't me, but it was. The McLaury brothers and I just relegated him to the outhouse for a few weeks! It wasn't that bad." Now he was laughing at his recounts. Damn, he and the Cowboys were a hoot!

"Has Bobo told you what us revenants can't do? Or am I your babysitter, counselor, or whatever?" Maybe he could handle it. Just long enough to turn Doc on Bobo more, then he and the Cowboys could sweep in do whatever they liked.

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He’s definitely not amused, and he’s sure it shows in his stare. Holliday has guts, he’ll give him that. He thinks he’ll laugh when Bobo takes them out. Hopefully Doc took Ringo’s spot as Bobo’s least favorite trailer park resident. “Laugh it up. You won’t be laughing after you do something to really tick Bobo off. You’re lucky that the least you have to do is be stuck with me, for whatever reason that is.” He’s already tired of the other. Usually if another revenant gets in trouble with Bobo, he and the other Cowboys buddy up with them. But he’ll never buddy up with Doc. What do you call it when your biggest enemy is the enemy of your current enemy? A fortuitous circumstance or the biggest disaster, Ringo’s sure. “What’d you do to get on Bobo’s bad side, anyway? He don’t just stick anybody with me.”

There ain’t no laughter ( you can bet your ass ), but he’s pleased as punch that his barb stings Ringo enough to get him that look. Still, his arms remain crossed like the petulant five-year-old he is.   ❝ Lucky? ❞   he scoffs. If this is what Johnny Ringo considered serendipitous, it’s no wonder he ended up how he did ( with Doc’s help, of course ). If this was luck, Doc thinks he’d rather find himself back at the bottom of that godforsaken well.         ❝ Reckon I’ve been on ol’ Bobo’s bad side since before any of us were this. ❞   It’s more under his breath than it is answer to the Cowboy ( because who’d ever imagine Doc Holliday and Johnny Ringo having a genuine conversation? ). But he shrugs, looking away off.   ❝ Better question ‘s what’d you do – t’ be the one Bobo saddled me with? ❞

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He can’t help but smile when Holliday scoots backwards. He keeps his eye on the other’s gun, not going to get caught off guard like he had been. The amount of joy that he feels at the other’s anger would be damning, he suspects, if he hadn’t already been to Hell.

“I gotta give you credit for still being able to curse me like this. Really makes me feel appreciated, like I’ve accomplished something.” Usually sarcasm isn’t the way he goes, but it’s just dripping from his words.

There is the urge to shoot the other again, and it’s strong. “I oughta finish you off now. You weren’t just going to disarm them. But that’s the past, all those years ago.” Now, his wide grin is back. “Back then, you defeated me! Now, I win! You’re down to barking at my feet! The high and mighty Holliday!”

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He has never thought he could smile as wide as he is at this moment. His pistol doesn’t leave his hand. He keeps it pointed, not going to give him the opportunity he was given. Ringo just beat Doc Holliday. No one will believe him! He spent years swearing revenge on the lunger, though he thought he was dead. Now he’s victorious.   He has to tell himself not to spin his gun, to keep himself from physically gloating. His eyes narrow ever so slightly and he giggles, more than a little unsteadily. “My problem? Think I’m better? Think I don’t-?” He starts to laugh, never lowering his gun. He’s riding some sort of high from his win, his free hand trembling. But not his gun hand– no, never his gun hand. “No one deserves what I’ve gone through. I’m one of the rottenest and I don’t deserve this.” “Billy Clanton doesn’t deserve this. He’s a teenager. No one deserves to be sent to Hell and back, Hell and back, but especially not him!” His voice rises. He has no idea where this anger is from, propelling him a few steps forward. “You’re so righteous, sure that Wyatt and his family are always right, but you murdered an eighteen year old boy on the streets while his brother, who got him there, goes free! Ike lived long, longer than me, longer than you should’ve, while you are your friends cut Billy down in the dusty streets.” He has never said these thoughts to anyone, but now he has Holliday right where he wants him, and he has to listen. “But that’s just how it is. I got my head blown open under a tree after Wyatt killed Curly and left me alone. Wyatt left you alone while you choked to near-death on your own lung tissue. We both got screwed over by Kansas’ favorite lawman.” Ringo stops, not sure where he’s going anymore, or how he got here. He looks at Doc and grins, shaking his head. He doesn’t know what to say anymore.

He’s wary ( probably more-so than he’d ever been around the likes of Johnny Ringo ) and when he moves forward, Doc scoots back, still on the ground. LORD KNOWS he’s got a mouthful to say — and it’s only the bullet just below his knee what keeps him from saying it.         Until he can’t. Goddammit.   ❝ Don’t you say a goddamned thing about Wyatt Earp, ❞   he growls through his teeth.  ❝ Perhaps if Billy had chosen himself a better set of friends; or better yet, if Ike Fucking Clanton had ever learnt to keep his accursed mouth SHUT for once in his miserable life — all we’d come to do was disarm ‘em! It was them threatening our lives since the minute they’d carried their sorry asses t’ Tombstone. ❞   He should stop. He knows he should stop. But he can’t – same as he couldn’t back then. Johnny RIngo always managed to get his adrenaline going.        ❝ Maybe Billy didn’t derserve what came to him, but you think Morg – ❞   his breath hitches. Morgan Earp. If there were anyone on this Earth that deserved better… that could’ve drawn a better hand…   ❝ – you an’ Curly Bill an’ Ike, the whole goddamn LOT a’ you Cowboys. ❞   Doc spits at Ringo’s feet again ( still surprised there isn’t any blood mingled with it ). He isn’t certain unloading his sixshooter into Johnny Ringo, in this moment, would even satisfy him. But, by-God, what he wouldn’t give to sock him right in the jaw.

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*bartender slides my drink to me from across the bar and i fucking fling it back twice as hard*

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19 & 35 (For the The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme)

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?When he’s drunk, nothing. When he somehow manages to stay sober, he thinks about the people he has killed, and Curly. (He thinks about Curly a lot)

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider a waste of time?Gambling at the faro tables

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What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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//when I talked about my revenant headcanons for the Cowboys I completely forgot about Indian Charlie and Pete Spence for some reason! They're part of my cowboy revenant headcanons too