#;Cowboy hat (Sparky)

[handfulofmuses]

Sparky had been napping peacefully - with a worker arm in its mouth. A few remains were scattered around, too. Maybe someone did not read the sign, maybe someone did and decided to ignore it. Either way, someone paid the price for daring to enter - we will never know what happened as the head with a fatal error was next to the raptor.

Still, when the familiar voice was heard, the raptor immediately lifted its head and got up as quickly as they could, already dashing outside.

The tail smashed something out of the way (because of the eagerness) while the dinosaur came running, an excited chirp as it managed to stop in front of V just in time! Almost kmocked her over too!

But only almost.

Tail swishes behind. There the raptor is! And there she is! Sparky also got a present for her!

Sparky drops the arm towards her that was still in its mouth. There's still some oil left!

[handfulofmuses]

SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

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[ereardon]

Homecoming [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter 1

Summary: Returning home to California after six years abroad in England, you found everything has changed. Jake Seresin, your father's former college roommate and lifelong best friend, is now a widower and has purchased a new vineyard in Montecito, only a few miles from your childhood home. Your parents’ marriage is on the rocks, your brother is struggling with what to do with his life, and you’ve grown up and are starting your own counseling practice. So what happens when you find yourself falling for the man your father calls his best friend? And worse, what happens when your parents find out he’s falling for you, too? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Age gap, eventual smut, cursing, alcohol

Word count: 2.1K

Author's note: This fic references a significant age gap, as reader is the child of Jake's best friend. However, she's in her mid-twenties, and he's been only a small part of her life to this point as he spent the majority of his time traveling with his late wife. This fic does not depict grooming, but if you are concerned with any of the themes please read at your own risk.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. 

A part of you had forgotten what it smelled like, to breathe fresh ocean air instead of stuffy city smog. Six years in London had warped your senses. It had worn its way into your everyday life, from the coffee you drank (flat whites) to the way you asked for random items (bits and bobs) to the foods you now craved (sausage rolls and chips with mayonnaise). 

You looked down at your ratty pajama bottoms and sighed. Even though you had spent the better part of a decade abroad, living a sparkling social life in one of the world’s greatest cities, you were still the simple girl next door from Montecito. You still lived with your parents, a fact that you were very well aware of as you stood at the french doors of your childhood bedroom, staring out across the backyard. 

Below, you could smell the charcoal grill and your mother’s famous peach cobbler. 

“Y/N!” Your father’s voice was nearly crushed by the sound of a car zipping up the circular driveway. You leaned out further against the Juliette balcony, trying to spy the car, the green back end of a shiny Jaguar coming into view. “Come downstairs for cocktails!” 

“Five minutes!” you called back. 

Ten minutes later, who was counting, you stepped barefoot down the spiral staircase, landing silently on the marble foyer floor. Voices carried across the expansive hallway through to the back of the house where the large iron doors leading out to the patio were propped open, a light early fall breeze wafting in. 

Before you could make it halfway across the room, a ball of fur caught your eye and you were almost toppled by a shaggy golden retriever as he jumped on your legs. 

“Hugo!” You bent down, rubbing your hands along the dog’s spine, over his head, ruffling his ears. “You’ve gotten old, buddy.” 

“He’s aged like fine wine, just like his dad.” 

You looked up. Jake Seresin was headed straight for you, a grin practically splitting his face, his favorite cowboy hat resting on his head. You gave Hugo one last pat on the head before standing up, flinging your arms open wide, letting Jake pull you tightly into a hug. He smelled familiar, like dirt and ripe stone fruit, and as you pulled away you noted that his left hand, typically adorned with a gold wedding band, was bare. 

“Good to have you back, Sparky,” he said, stepping toward the back of the house, Hugo following on his footsteps. 

“God, been ages since someone’s called me that,” you replied. “In London they just called me that California girl.” 

He laughed. Jake’s laugh was always something you had admired. Deep, and whole. It practically had its own seat at the long wooden table that your mother had piled high with bowls of colorful salads and plates of dip. 

“Y/N, can you pour the wine Jake brought?” 

“Sure.” You grabbed the bottle. It didn’t have a label, just a simple green bottle with a red wax drip over the cork. You sliced it off carefully, sinking a corkscrew into the soft cork with ease. Jake watched with hawk eyes as you yanked the handle up seamlessly, pulling out the cork and sniffing it. A warm pinot noir. You poured yourself a fingertip in a glass and took a sip. “Damn that’s good.” 

Your mother frowned. “Manners, missy.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Mother, I’m twenty five.” 

“You’re never too old to be reminded that it’s nice to have manners.” 

“She’s not wrong, Marla,” Jake said, his fingertips folding over yours as he took the wine bottle, filling everyone’s glass. “It is damn good.” 

“You’re biased,” your father said, leaning back against his wooden chair. “It’s the best vintage you’ve had since you bought the place.” 

“Good rain last year,” Jake replied, sliding the glass back over toward you. “And no fires.” 

“Thank God,” your father replied.

“Where’s Colin?” You turned left and right, your older brother nowhere to be seen. 

An uncomfortable silence settled over the outdoor table. You frowned. Colin had always been the wild card of the family, but you had complete faith in him. The two of you were Irish twins, born only a year apart, and he was the one you spoke to almost daily while you lived abroad. Colin was the one who called you when cousin Jackie ditched her fiancé two days before the wedding, and Colin was the one who tapped on your door late at night to sneak out and go swimming on balmy summer nights. It was Colin who you could depend on, even when no one else could depend on him. 

“He’s out,” your father said finally, folding his hands on the table. “Shall we get started?” 

“Yes, please, I’m starving,” you replied, leaning forward and taking a heaping serving of your mother’s famous quinoa salad. 

“So Sparky, how’s it going, being back?” Jake leaned forward in his iron chair, picking at a piece of garlic bread. 

“Well, the food isn’t all brown,” you replied, biting into a ripe tomato, letting the flavor burst along your tongue, “so that’s a plus.” 

“I quite liked those potato triangle things they had in Scotland,” your dad replied. 

You rolled your eyes. “Potato tatties dad. And yes, those are good. But so are vegetables.” You paused. “I have to say, the wine here is way too expensive though.” 

“Ouch.” Jake smirked. “Speaking of wine, your mom said you’re looking for a job for a few months, while you get everything for your clinic organized?” You nodded. You had signed the lease for the clinic over Zoom while still packing up your flat in London, excitement worming its way through your limbs. It was becoming real. Six years of school and finally you were opening your own counseling practice in California. “Contractor said we’re about four months from finishing.” 

“Come work for me.” You looked up, surprised. Jake had his hand dangling over the side of his chair, petting Hugo’s fluffy head. “I need a new manager. Someone with people skills and a head for numbers. You can work whatever hours you need, if you need to start late or end early to check in on the clinic.” 

“That’s a really nice offer.” 

“I sense a but coming.” 

You nodded. “But I don’t know anything about business.” 

Jake waved a hand in the air. There was a nonchalance about him. There always had been. He was the polar opposite of your father – a hard exterior corporate lawyer. No nonsense. Jake and your father had been friends for as long as you could remember. But he and his late wife Jenny were the complete opposite of your parents. They traveled the world. They hiked in Peru and ate at tiny sidewalk cafes in Vietnam. For the majority of your life, they had lived in the Bay area, and you would see them a few times a year, the two of them dropping by on the tail end of a trip or at the start of another. 

It wasn’t until Jenny passed away that Jake decided to put down roots. He packed up the Marin house, settled into a beautiful ranch-style home on the edge of the new vineyard he purchased. 

“Neither did I,” he said. “You’ll make it work. You’re a smart girl. Besides, there’s free wine in the deal.” 

You raised your glass. “Well, who could say no to that?” 

***

You slid your sunglasses to the top of your head, locking the car door and staring out at the vineyards stretched in front of you. 

Jake had bought the vineyard, Carrboro Estates, three years before, right after Jenny died. In that time, you had only been home once, and even that was just a quick four days during Christmas break. This was the first time you were seeing the vineyard in person. 

It was a Monday, the vineyard was closed to the public. As you walked down the stone path toward the Tuscan-style doors, you couldn’t help but see the resemblance between your parents' cliff-side house and the structure in front of you. 

“Hello?” The entry was large, with swirled marble slabs on the floor, a two-storey tall wall of wine bottles to your left, a round table in the center of the entry area with a few sample bottles of wine. You stepped closer. A picture of Jake sat in the very center of the table, grinning and holding up a glass of wine, the sun setting behind him over the grapes. 

He looked handsome. It wasn’t the first time you had recognized your father’s friend was attractive. But it was the first time as an adult you realized just how much of a commodity Jake must be, now that he was single. 

“Sparky? I’m down here, staircase on your right.” 

You followed Jake’s voice, down a hallway that opened up into a large staircase. Quietly, sneakers slapping against the broad steps, you made your way to the lower level, which opened up to an entire wall of glass doors, a patio sitting right outside. 

“Pretty nice view, right?” You swiveled around. Jake was holding a glass in one hand, cleaning it with a white cloth. 

You grinned. “Nice is an understatement.” 

“Welcome to Carrboro Estates.” 

“Fancy.” 

Jake chuckled. “Come on, let’s do the tour and then have a drink.” 

Jake walked you through the lower level, which held the outdoor patio as well as the kitchen. Upstairs, there was a private events and tasting room, as well as a bar. One half of the building had floor to ceiling windows with views over the vineyard, which cascaded down the hillside. 

“I can’t believe you built this all.” 

“Most of it was done by the time I bought the property,” Jake said as the two of you settled into a table at the edge of the patio. He uncorked a bottle seamlessly, tipping it into a wide mouthed glass, the red liquid dripping down the side leaving thin streaks. “I just made some changes, and then added on the house.” 

“Where is it?” You looked around. 

“About half a mile that way,” Jake replied, stretching one finger to your right. “Just below that hill.” 

“Bet it’s lovely.” 

“I’ll have you over some time for dinner. Hugo would like it.” You grinned. Jake set his wine glass down. “So the job. I’m looking for someone to be here when I’m not, essentially. You’d be front of house and back of house, which means helping with tastings, ordering supplies for the food menu, overseeing staff and helping me with some of the books. A little bit of everything.” 

“I’ve never had a real job,” you confessed. “I mean, I was a TA at Uni, and a lifeguard that one summer before senior year, but that’s about it.” 

“I’m looking for someone smart, that people like and want to listen to. You’re perfect for the job.” 

You cocked your head to one side. “That’s it? That’s the interview?” 

“I trust you,” Jake said and you looked up, surprised. His eyes were locked on yours. “What I don’t get is why you think you can’t do this.” 

His words cut, but not because they were harsh. You found yourself shocked that Jake Seresin of all people could read you like an open book. 

“What if I fail?” you asked quietly.

“At what, pouring wine?” Jake shrugged. “Open a new bottle. I don’t care if you break a hundred, fuck, a thousand bottles. Doesn’t matter to me, Sparky.” 

“Not the wine,” you whispered. “My clinic.” 

Jake nodded. “So that’s what you’re afraid of.” 

“Terrified,” you admitted. “Excited. Every feeling in the book.” 

“I was so worried the night before we opened that I accidentally got rip roaring drunk in the kitchen,” Jake said and you laughed. “Woke up the next morning at five a.m. on the floor in just my jeans and boots, no shirt. And had to open and welcome all the employees.” 

“Does it get better?” 

“Starting your own business is terrifying,” Jake said. “And it’s the best thing I’ve ever done. You’re going to be great.” 

You smiled. “I’ll take the job.” 

Jake tipped more wine into your glass. “Honey, your name’s already on the books. You’re working your first shift on Wednesday.” You blinked and Jake shrugged. “I said I needed help, didn’t I? Besides, this place needs some warmth in it. I think you’re exactly what we’ve been missing.” 

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[whatsnewalycat]

like a moth(man) to a flame(thrower)

pairing: frankie “catfish” morales x f!reader

summary: just a deeply self-indulgent meet cute with frankie at a halloween house party.

rating: t

words: 900+

warnings: drinking alcohol, party

notes: happy halloweeeeen!

—

In lieu of red solo cups, a long-standing tradition in house party lore, your cousin opted to get black solo cups. Which was a nice touch, you had to give it to her.

You picked one off the tall stack and wrote your name on it in metallic sharpie. As you ladled the crimson “fangria” into your cup, someone dressed as Richard Simmons bounced through the cramped kitchen behind you on their way to the basement.

Sound erupted from downstairs when they opened the door, a racket of inebriated conversation and Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt Kickers, then dampened when they closed it.

A skunky odor hit you after a two-second delay. You turned to look at the door, taking a sip of the fruity wine concoction, and considered joining the livelier half of the party. The floorboards beneath your feet bumped from the bass, as if trying to convince you.

If you didn’t taken one more look around before submitting to its call, you might’ve missed him.

This guy, leaning against a dining room table with his arms of his bomber jacket crossed over his powder blue hoodie. Army green cargo pants, sunglasses, a flame thrower strapped to his back. Even the big, dumb cowboy hat thing. It caused you to burst out laughing, recognition tickling your fancy.

He did a double take, only a glance at first, probably just sourcing the noise. But his attention quickly returned, alongside a crooked smile, lingering on you for a few seconds before he turned back to his conversation with an eerily spot-on Jason Voorhees.

Your pulse skittered. There was something in the way he did this. Intent.

Only another moment went by before he parted ways with Jason and started towards you.

Acting casual, he grabbed a cup from the tower and wrote his name on it, asking you, “How’s it going?”

“MacReady.”

He raised his eyebrows in question, “What?”

You pointed to his getup, “The Thing, right?”

“Oh!” Understanding brightened his features. A big, charming smile spread across his face when he looked down at himself, nodding, “Yeah, MacReady from The Thing.”

“I love it,” you grinned.

“Thanks.”

Drifting a little closer, he studied your costume. Confusion creased his forehead. He tilted his head up slightly and tugged on your feather antennae, as if trying to pluck a clue from it.

“You are… a, uhhh—” he frowned and shook his head, “I don’t know, a scary moth?”

“Mothman.”

“Mothman?”

“Right, mothman.”

“Never heard of him,” he chuckled as he filled his cup. Taking a sip, he leaned back against the counter, even closer. His gaze felt hot on your cheeks. He said, “You look nice, though.”

“Thanks,” your eyes dropped to his cup and you read his name aloud, “Frankie.”

“You’re welcome.”

You licked your lips, then told him, “That’s one of my favorite movies. The Thing, I mean.”

“It’s a classic.”

“Ok, sorry—I need to talk about this costume more. You have a fucking flamethrower and everything. And the hat—” You giggled and gave the visor of the floppy hat a playful smack, “It is ridiculous.”

Drifting a little closer, he chuckled and held up the business end of the flamethrower, “You know how many people have asked me if this is real tonight?”

“How many?”

“None. And that’s a goddamn travesty.”

“Uh-huh,” you smirked, meeting his eyes through the sunglasses, “Well, is it real?”

He smiled and shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Maybe yes or maybe no?”

“Maybe yes.”

���Shut the fuck up, are you serious?”

He nodded.

“Can we light shit on fire? Oh my god, please? My cousin has a fire pit—”

“Whoa, slow down, Sparky. The tank is empty.”

You deflated, shaking your head as you murmured into your cup, “What a tease.”

Frankie laughed, “A tease, really?”

“You can’t tell a gal you’re sporting a real flamethrower then not set shit on fire with it.”

Shaking his head, he said, “Tell you what, give me your phone number, we can set up a time for me to show you how to use it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled, “Really?”

He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, then handed it to you.

As you saved your contact information to his phone, you said, “I know this might just be a cute thing you’re saying to get my phone number, but I fully expect you to follow through.”

“You have my word.”

When you gave back his phone, his hand brushed up against yours, and something sparked inside you. He tucked the phone into his pocket. You felt him staring at you, and glanced down at his mouth as his tongue peaked out to wet his lips. For a moment, the two of you stood there quietly, letting static build between your bodies, pulling you closer.

The door to the basement swung open, filling the room with Thriller by Michael Jackson. A worse-for-wear Hollywood Hulk Hogan stumbled up the stairs into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

He squinted between you and your new friend, swaying a little, then recognition kicked in and Hogan yelled, “FISH!”

“Jesus Christ, Benny,” he muttered in response, setting down his cup to start towards him, “You can barely stand.”

“I’m fffffine,” Benny swatted at his friend.

“Let’s get you home.”

He let out a dramatic groan, but accepted Frankie‘s arm slung around his back.

Frankie looked at you, eyebrows knit together, apologies written all over his face, and asked, “Can I call you tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.”

You both lingered there for a moment, despite the dead weight hanging off one side of him, then he said, “It was nice meeting you.”

His voice was low and sultry. It heated you from the inside.

“You too,” you grinned wide and nodded, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

He returned the smile, then glanced over at his friend, “Alright, drunk ass, let’s go.”

[pupsmailbox]

COWBOY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abeline. adeline. alfred. anderson. annie. archer. arthur. ash. aspen. austin. automata. axel. barett. beau. beckett. belle. bennett. betty. billy. blaise. boone. bree. brooks. bryce. cade. caleb. callen. callie. calvin. carson. casey. cassidy. chance. chase. clayton. clementine. clint. clyde. cody. colby. cole. colt. colton. connor. coraline. county. cree. cyrus. dagger. dakota. dallas. dalton. damon. darby. darla. delta. denver. dove. east. easton. edgar. eliza. elliot. ellis. emmett. emmylou. everett. everly. fallon. fang. farmer. fletcher. flint. flynn. fritz. gage. georgia. georgina. grant. graves. hank. harrison. harvey. hattie. hawk. hayes. heidi. holster. hudson. hunter. ida. jace. jack. jackie. jackson. james. jed. jesse. jessie. john. jolene. josh. joshua. jude. knox. leroy. lewis. loretta. lucille. luke. luther. lyle. maple. marshall. mason. maverick. meadow. millie. misty. myra. nash. nell. nina. oakley. oscar. otis. owen. pace. pamela. penelope. phoenix. pierce. pollyanna. prairie. quinn. ray. reed. reid. rhett. rhys. riley. river. rochelle. rory. roscoe. rosie. rudy. ryder. rye. sadie. savannah. sawyer. scarlett. sedona. selena. shep. shepherd. sienna. sierra. silas. skye. spanner. sparky. sterling. stevie. stormy sullivan. sundance. tallulah. tate. tess. todd. tucker. twila twyla. verily. wade. walker. walt. walter. waylon. wayne. weston. wilde. will. willa. willow. winona. wren. wyatt. zachariah. zane. zeke. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ace/ace. aim/aim. badge/badge. bandana/bandana. barrel/barrel. boot/boot. boy/boy. brash/brash. buck/buck. bull/bullet. cattle/cattle. clad/clad. clash/clash. colt/colt. cow/boy. cow/cow. cowboy/cowboy. cy/cyborg. denim/denim. dirt/dirt. dive/dive. drive/drive. fang/fang. farmer/farmer. fence/fence. fire/fire. foal/foal. gold/golden. gra/grass. gun/gun. hat/hat. herd/herd. hill/hill. hit/hit. hold/holdem. holdem/holdem. hoof/hoof. horse/horse. iron/iron. jack/jack. jump/jump. kick/kick. lasso/lasso. law/law. lawful/lawful. lone/lone. mech/mecha. metal/metal. mount/mountain. mustang/mustang. noon/noon. officer/officer. out/out. outlaw/outlaw. poker/poker. protect/protect. pry/pry. punch/punch. punish/punish. ranch/ranch. ranger/ranger. rev/rev. rev/revolver. rev/rev. revolvers/revolver. river/river. ro/ro. robo/robo. rug/rugged. run/run. rust/rust. ry/ry. save/save. sharp/sharp. sheriff/sheriff. shoot/shoot. shot/shot. shot/shotgun. shout/shout. spark/spark. spur/spur. star/star. steed/steed. steel/steel. sun/sun. thief/thief. tumble/tumble. weed/weed. wheat/wheat. wood/wood. yee/haw. yeehaw/yeehaw.

[lord-overlips]

Adventure! They were off! Overlord had set his sights for The US of A in their search for Aero, the little musical femme. Overlord was sporting the local attire. He'd invested in very large very... breezey leather pants. For some reason the aft part was missing, a fact that Overlord didn't seem to mind. It was quite invigorating actually! Quite refreshing!

He's also gotten himself a cowboy hat, providing a matching one for Sparkie as he prepared for the journey.

Let's see... energon treats, engex, energon, medkit, stasis cuffs, Celine Dion CDs... hm... what else was he missing... oh! Pinky! His beloved stuffed unicorn was snatched up from nearby, sealed away safely in subspace.

"How do I look, Sparkie?" Overlord tilted his hips, dipping his hat and nodding. "Paaaartner." He drawled out the word, lopsided grin on his faceplates.

@platonicphoenix

[hyper-jam]

Some Ness focused headcanons cause me and the SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory Discord server have been COOKING (projecting onto him)

Heavily surrounding my headcanon that he is southern

-Ness is southern (specifically Texan cause I’m Texan and that’s what I know)

-he doesn’t have a very thick accent, but saying certain words or phrases, being extra angry/excited/etc., speaking in a lower or lazier voice (like morning voiceee 👀👀👀), being around other people with thicker acccents, etc. will trigger his accent to thicken up (again more projecting this is just me core LMAO)

-he has absolutely worked at a Cracker Barrel. Has gotten all the stars on his apron, is absolute god tier at that peg game, steals the biscuits, the whole package

-southern charm king, brags abt it

-knows so much Texas trivia, like our state things (tree, bird, mammal, etc.), history, tourist junk, etc.

-has a Texas flag pin that he puts on his bag and apron

-genuinely tweaks when someone pronounces pecan like “pea-can” (I know both pronunciations are common in the south but where I’ve grown up/with all the people around me, it’s always be “Puh-con” NOT “pea-can”)

-makes great pie 🤗🤗🤗

-dr pepper + Diet Coke addict

-“wdym you don’t know the story of the Alamo…” “what do you mean you’ve never had what-a-burger…” “what do you mean you’ve never been to the dr. Pepper museum…” etc. /hj

-likes country music 💔💔💔

-I mentioned before theyre a swifty…loves her country era…

-LOVES SQUARE DANCING !!

-has fun cowboy boots and cowboy hats cause I say so

-loves the rodeo

-god I am just making them a stereotype I CANT HELP IT THIS IS MY HOME 💔💔💔 DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS 💔💔💔

-“oh no, Texas sucks…but if anyone SAYS Texas sucks-“ becomes Texas #1 defender

-GOD I CAN SEE HIM WORKING AT SEA WORLD TOO. HED DO THE SEA LION SHOWS I KNOW IT 💥💥💥

-Mike makes fun of them for being southern but then they just exaggerate it to annoy him

-BEGS MIKE TO GO WITH HIM TO THE RODEO ONE DAY PLEASSEEE (Mike will NEVER agree…unless-)

-takes Mike and Abby to the San Antonio river walk and Abby absolutely loves the rainforest cafe. Mike genuinely despises it so much like he sits there plotting Ness’ murder the whole time

-scratch the dad thing my mom suggested that Ness’ aunt and uncle run the diner and that actually works better with some of my headcanons so yeah

-Sparky’s is still named after a family dog though

-always points out farm animals when driving

K that’s it for now love them sm 🫶🫶🫶

[barclaysangel]

Okay but like consider this, right? Cowboy AU Chucky.

Hear me out on Lexy having a pink and sparky cowgirl hat.

Hear me out on Jake working at a bar his father owns while Junior is the reigning horse-race champion.

Hear me out on Devon, who’s the first female sheriff’s son, and wears his father’s cowboy hat for good luck and only lets people he loves wears it.

HEAR ME OUT ON WESTERN AND APPALACHIAN ACCENTS PLS

Okay okAY IMMA LOSE MY SHIT CAUSE THIS SOUNDS SO COOL??? ESPECIALLY WITH THE ACCENTS???? OMFG??????

[tacticalspider]

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[image shows a drawing of four my little ponies with the heads of teletubbies. on the far left is Pinky Po, a red pony with a curly pink mane and tail, a light brown face, blue eyes, and a red antenna with a circle on the end. she is grinning and directly facing the front. Next to her is Twink Light Sparky, a dark purple blue pony with a triangle on the end of her antenna. her mane and tail are straight and striped purple, red, and pink. her face is pale, and there's a red cutie mark on her hip in the shape of a little handbag. Next to her is Laa Laa Jack, a yellow pony with a curly antenna. she has a redish brown mane and tale, each with a red tie on it, and a brown cowboy hat. her face is pale and she has green eyes, and she has a small orange cutie mark on her hip in the shape of three balls. above twink light flies dipsy dash, a green pony with a straight antenna, a straight, almost spiky rainbow mane and tail, green wings, and a black cutie mark in the shape on a cow print. her face is brown. all of the ponies are smiling somewhat manically. in the upper right corner is a yellow smiling sun with human features. at the bottom of the page is a hand drawn rendition of the pink my little pony logo, next to a pink cloud with the title inside "teleponies are magic." the signature "tactical spider" is written at the bottom of the page. end ID]

[princess-of-the-corner]

Crossover minecraft: Pirates vs Cowboys

Nighttime in the desert, around a campfire

Roxanne: so, the lightning gave you super speed somehow?

Chargebolt: I guess? I mean, I was more preoccupied with my hat being on fire.

Roxanne: you blew out all the windows in Quickdraw Junction, and obliterated Kevin's wagon... that requires ludicrous speed, kid.

Luz: hmm... maybe... I COULD try making a glyph array for increased speed. I'd probably have to balance the effect with-*trails off, muttering and sketching*

Applejack: uh, before you get too into the zone, talkin' bout magic and superspeed shenanigans... whose takin' first watch?

Chargebolt: eh? We've got like, the mob cap worth of horses and our cows here-

Roxy: still can't believe pinkie got everyone to ride cows.

Chargebolt: - AND, we've still got a few days before pvp enables. There's no reason to worry.

Applejack: *carefully not looking at the cactus that's slowly creeping up on the camp* I think we all know that ain't gonna stop anyone. We've seen bully boy's trickshots, Danny has been making pitfalls everywhere. That monkey kid got pinkie pie with a banana peel!

Pinkie pie: *roasting marshmallows * what was I supposed to do? Not slip on it? It was the perfect setup applejack!

Chargebolt: wait, since when are marshmallows a thing in Mine-

Applejack, Roxy, and Luz: it's Pinkie pie, don't question it.

Applejack: point is, we're sitting ducks in a barrel out here.

Chargebolt: we're in the middle of nowhere. No pirate is going to purposefully come out here for a prank.

Applejack exchanges a look with Luz, eyes flicking towards the Cactus that has been sitting outside the glow of the campfire. Luz starts scribbling in her notepad

Applejack: pinkie your marshmallow caught fire.

Pinkie pie panics, flinging the burning marshmallow into the air

Chargebolt: gah!

Roxanne: watch where you're-!

The burning marshmallow lands behind the Cactus with a splatter, lighting the sneaking player aflame

Jack Spicer: ack! Fire! Help!

Luz: bombs away! *throws glyphed paper airplane*

The glyph plane hits Jack as he fails about, drenching him in water.

Jack: ... I'll just quit while I'm ahead this time...

Roxy: *waiting until Jack has walked out of sight* you're on first watch for tempting fate, sparky...

Chargebolt: ah, come on!

Applejack: all in favor?

Luz and Pinkie: Aye!

Ha!

[lee-writes-things]

☆ the hawthorne brothers+ avery, max, libby, rebecca, and thea during the eras tour ☆

a/n: co-written by @nutellani and i. this was originally just going to be stored in my notes app because i had a big brain thought but then i decided that tumblr doesn't have enough tig content and i needed to help change that. i got stumped on a few things, so i of course asked my lovely mutual nova for some assistance <3 (tysm!!)

aaaanway, enough about that, here you go:

they obvi went to the concert in texas. they probably got tickets for both arlington and houston bc rich people yk

nash wore a sparkly cowboy hat and so did libby

(idc what you say, in my head, he likes glitter and i will stand on that hill)

in fact they all wore sparkly cowboy hats (xander forced grayson), but nash and libby's were matching

grayson ofc is wearing all black, very rep era but he's secretly a lover girl at heart. he also likes midnights because let's face it- who doesn't??

but everyone convinced him to get his jacket embroidered with "ts" and a few snakes along the sleeves and back to pull together the whole rep look

i don't think i finished talking about nash and libby?? anyway, matching sequin cowboy hats, nash wore a flannel with patches from different albums

him and libby spent a whole night designing it

libby wore a tee shirt from the midnights album

and the night before, nash and libby painted her favorite lyrics on some black cargo pants and some cute lil doodles

nash totally wrote N+L on one of the pockets inside a big red heart because i said so

very cute couple moment

thea is in her rep era because she's a badass so she wore all black with some maroon to make her outfit pop, she got her nails done and everything

girl was drop dead gorgeous

rebecca went with a more simplistic look, lavender flowly dress just under the knee, with a cardigan. yes, the cardigan. rebecca gives off very mellow and soft vibes so i think that's why she went with an evermore themed outfit

now, onto avery. i think her favorite albums is midnights and rep because of the vibe of the songs and overall it is just SO HER and i feel like she wore a shirt with the midnights album cover on it. she also wrote her favorite lyrics from the album on the front of the shirt with a fabric pen or something of the sort. i can also see her wearing a rep outfit too tho!! she is rich so since she could go to two concerts and wear both outfits ig lol

jameson is a total swiftie!! xander is too but we'll get to that next this boy would really like 1989 and a good handful of songs from lover because they remind him of avery

he would wear something 1989 themed but also something sorta flashy, i think

now moving onto max

she for sure loves the love triangle in folklore/evermore but also enjoys midnights

she radiates night owl energy because she'll stay up until 4am to finish a really good plot twisty dark romance novel and the whole track (midnights 3am edition) reminds her of her favorite ships. she makes edits and you can't convince me otherwise. although max does love evermore, she would totally love speak now era taylor and therefore would wear that really pretty purple sparky dress on the album cover!!

xander totally bought it for her

and with max looking like a literal princess, he would be mad blushing

and when he snaps out of his daze, he would tell her how pretty she is because let's face it- max is beautiful

now, as mentioned before, xander is a hardcore swiftie and i will always think this

he is a lover lover, so definitely went with a hat of the colors on the album

totally bitch-slapped toxic masculinity in the face by wearing pretty pastels

and definitely had the jacket from the yntcd MV!!

their favorite eras (and moments i suppose) on tour:

nash: debut, fearless

we love his nomad cowboy vibes

he also definitely vibes along with whatever libby likes too because he's down bad-

anyway

grayson: red

definitely shed a few tears during all too well ten minute version even though he tried to hide it

cus it reminded him of emily

i hate her with a passion

this isn't about her though

he loved the song and performance for 22 since he's in his 20's and his family is always telling him to loosen up

attending this concert definitely helped him

jameson: 1989

screaming along to style for sure!! me and nova were talking a bit about how he fits the description-

Exhibit A, "you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes" is so him!!

Exhibit B, because i said so

me and nova totally weren't fangirling over this, i have no idea what you're talking about-

xander: lover

xander fs would start dancing with max and singing softly when taylor sang lover

and nash caught it all on camera

such a cute candid moment

i love xander+max with everything in me

libby: midnights

more specifically, WCS because she could relate to "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first"

fuck drake

i know that she wasn't a teen when they were in a relationship but she was still young, and he was toxic asf

aaaanyway, she would also love when tay performed vigilante shit

tay slayed so hard (i had to tell myself to turn down the gay because my mom and sister were at the concert with me lmao)

everyone felt things when taylor did that performance, to say the least

ik thea and practically everyone else would be in awe~

thea: reputation

would scream along to don't blame me

and she would sound amazing because there's nothing she can't do bffr

and rebecca would be like "damn how'd i get so lucky"

thea would also love karma from midnights because i feel like she's the type of person to not give af about other people and their opinions cus she knows that bad things are coming their way

"me and karma vibe like that" is so her

but she could also shit talk and stand her ground (and also fight)

i also think that that one part of don't blame me, "don't blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right" and "my drug is my baby" she would sing while making eye contact with rebecca

rebecca: evermore (and folklore obvi)

she would sing and sway softly and thea would take such a beautiful candid photo of her while she sings aksjaja

and when cardigan plays, she would grab thea's hand and dance with her, foreheads touching

this time, xander would take a photo of them like that and it becomes thea's homescreen

thea would also love champagne problems omfg-

rep gf x evermore gf is such a cute dynamic and they slayed so hard

and nowww avery: rep and also midnights!!

would love getaway car with a PASSION

it's just so her <33

"you were driving the getaway car" is very averyjameson even tho the rest of the lyrics aren't lol

she would love mastermind and especially the lyrics "you knew that im a mastermind and now you're mine"

and Paris!!

both songs are so averyjameson coded

"im so in love i might stop breathing drew a map on your bedroom ceiling" and "no i didn't see the news cause we were somewhere else" ajdjjahd

it's THEIR song and i will defend that till the day i die

bonus: i almost forgot to include oren and alisa, im so sorry, im very sleepy!! anyway, oren refuses to wear anything other than his usual attire meanwhile this concert is one ofbthe very few instances where you see alisa in casual clothes. not many people know (other than the hawthornes of course) that she's a swiftie because she always acts so professional. she wears that one red letters shirt that says "who's taylor swift, anyway? ew." and everyone does a double take cus she also has her hair down and doesn't look formal lmao. during some songs avery looks over her shoulder and swears she could see oren have the slightest smile and head-bumping along to the music.

to wrap it all up, they would ALL HAVE THE NUMBER 13 PAINTED ON THEIR HANDS IN DIFFERENT COLORS AND FONTS!!

and also a little extra because me and nova were having big brain moments and i HAVE to include it, it would be a crime if i didn't

They would all scream to paper rings but guess what else?? a PROPOSAL!!

my nashlibby brainrot needed to be included even more:

"i love shiny things but id marry you with paper rings" is so them because even tho they're rich, they value the little things <3

libby is so into the performance, it takes her a minute to realize that the stage screen is on her

she's confused because why would the cameras be on her??

and then taylor would point just behind her to where nash was on one knee

the ring wasn't shiny, it was literally a paper ring

nash didn't have a full on speech planned out

but of course libby would say yes

they kiss, it's on the big screen and everyone (taylor, backup dancers, everyone) cheers

it was caught on camera by practically everyone which leads to their engagement going viral all over tik tok and other media platforms!!

after the concert, back at Hawthorne House, they made a resin/epoxy(i think that's what it's called) mold to preserve the ring, and keep it from getting damaged

and the end because not only can i not think of anything else, but it's 4am while i save this to my drafts-

p.s. huge thank you again to @nutellani, you helped me with this so much when i was having a brain block. you have wonderful input, and i owe you big time!!

(majority of how we got more ideas was thru incoherent fangirling over taylor and tig haha)

[t0msvi4gra]

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WAIT IS THAT ACTUALLT BILL???!!!!!

[handfulofmuses]

VIOLENTLY SHAKES EXTRA HARD JUST FOR YOU ❤️

“SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE!” Of course she is cheering her pet on.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

↳ summary: headcanons on this indiana jones!ghoul boys au. simply some world building for the process of a bigger work in progress

↳ tagging: @trashworldblog (message me to be added to the tag list for these kind of updates on the au)

↳ links: au masterlist, main masterlist, au playlist

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ☆

• He's a cocky little shit

• Good hearted in nature, but it doesn't help that fucking with Ryan is one of his favorite past times

• Shane is a bit wild and carefree, displayed by his constantly messy hair

• Doesn't belive in any of Ryan's theories—aliens, ghosts, demons—but finds them entertaining. Which naturally drives the other man crazy with frustration

• He has a small stubble that never seems to go away no matter what

• Needs reading glasses to help him see small print, like on maps and such, but finds the damn things troublesome

• Taller, so he has the upper hand on Ryan durring one of their quote unquote friendly chases on foot

• Pretty friendly with the reader, if not constantly bantering with them

• Calls Ryan things like short stack, beef boy—don't ask about the beef incident of '17—and of course, Bergara

• Has a duffle bag with him all the time to carry his stuff! Like a small collapsible tent and miniature pots and pans for camping out on long expeditions. The pack holds some other odd items in it however, ranging from a bag of jellybeans to hotdogs

𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 ☆

• A passionate nerd

• Very hardworking, just like Shane, in his line of work. It can prove to be his downfall however

• Gets frazzled and or flustered easily. More often than not has to be calmed down by the reader so he can get his head back on straight

• Well renowned archeologist in his field! Unlike Shane, who's known as sort of the jack of all trades that will get your job done in an unorthodox manor

• Absolutely calls Shane things like long legs. Or just uses his last name if he's irritated. They're both funny like that

• Ryan goes on various journeys and quests that the museum he works for asks him to—but he only goes if he can bring the reader with him. Otherwise it's a no go

• Wears an Indiana Jones type hat to keep his curly hair under control, but at this point it's just sort of become a permanent addition to his outfit

• Carries a reinforced messenger bag to hold maps, information, and emergency supplies on trips

• Banking off the Indiana Jones movies, he's deathly afraid of bears. Just like how Indiana was of snakes in the movies. And once Shane accidently finds out via reader, he never let's him live that down

• Scars line his jaw and upper arms from the many risky escapades he's been on while collecting artifacts over the years. Each one is relatively small but they tell a story

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☆

• They're technically Ryan's long time assistsnt in the feild. They got their footing in the archeology buisness through him. But if you asked the either of the diggers, both would attest that they're equals

• Carries around a supply backpack with plenty of materials when they and Ryan go on assignments together. It's a lot like his messenger bag, just with more space and waterproof tendencies

• Wears one of those masks that hang around their neck all the time. Like the cowboys in old westerns! Secretly finds it cool and hopes other do as well

• The reader is more ten times more practical than Shane or Ryan. Will look for a set of stars to climb or a bridge instead of taking a rope and swinging across a chasm. Presents for some very funny situations

• They're scatter brained. Talks a lot and accidently let's things slip, like Ryan's fear of bears to Shane, as well as misplaces things, etc etc

• Sort of the bridge between Shane and Ryan's weird frenemy relationship. Keeps them both under control. Both Shane's sparky attitude, and Ryan's own his sarcastic one

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

Never Stopped Loving You

Chapter 1

A/N: Thanking my friend Fives for editing this for me

Jake woke up the next morning later than he normally would, and so Jake got ready slower than normal. Jake really liked being able to do things at a slower pace than he normally would on a carrier or any other day, the change of pace was relaxing. Jake grabbed his hat off his dresser and left his room and went downstairs to get something to eat. He grabbed a banana and a yogurt before walking out of the house. After putting his hat on, Jake started walking toward the barn when he heard the same voice from the night before saying, “Come on Sparky.” Jake didn’t think Annamae would still be helping on the Ranch, as he was surprised that she was still in the tiny town they both grew up in. Jake knew that she had always wanted to get out of town, but he guessed that she wanted to do it with him. Jake started walking toward where Annamae was. “Sparky, you need to be rideable, or you know what happens,” she said. The horse snorted at the girl. Jake said laughingly, ''he’s always been a one-person horse, Annamae.” “Well, that's not going to work, or dads going to sell him. Your dad can’t have an unrideable horse on the ranch,” said Annamae, not looking at Jake. “My dads going to sell him?” Jake asked, surprised at hearing this. “Yeah, if you called a little more often you would know, he hasn’t been rideable since you left home.” Jake was surprised that Sparky wouldn’t let anyone ride him. He would let Annamae ride him, but Sparky always was Jake's horse, from the moment the horse was born and Jake wouldn’t give up on the little guy. Everyone knew how loyal Jake was to his family and friends. “Annamae, let me try something,” Jake said as he climbed over the fence “drop the lead.” “You can just call me Anna,” you know that, right? “I know, I know,” murmured Jake. Anna dropped the lead that she was holding and watched Jake closely as he walked towards the horse. “Sparky, you just can’t be giving them problems,” Jake whispered. The horse snorted. “Now try,” Jake said. Anna was able to get on Sparky. “Do you want to work together on this?” Jake asked, looking up at Anna. “I got to go pick up feed,” Anna said looking down. “I can come with and help,” Jake offered. “What are you getting at here Cowboy?” She asked with a smile. “I just want to spend time with you, I guess,” Jake said looking down at the dirt. “Okay, we just got to put Sparky in the field.” Both Jake and Anna took Sparky to the field and then went to Anna’s truck. “So how has the Navy been?” Anna asked once Jake got in the truck. “Good, now I’m on an elite team for the Navy,” Jake said. “Is that why you're back here?” Anna asked, staring at the road in front of them. “Kinda, I guess,” Jake said, shrugging.“Jake, I know you better than you know yourself. Something was bothering you last night. You didn’t make any flirty comments about my dress last night,” Anna said. “Why would I?” Jake asked, looking over at Anna. “Jake, we might be broken up but I know you.” “People change,” Jake whispered. “Jake, what happened?” Anna asked, looking over at Jake. “I can’t talk about it,” Jake said. “Jake, you can tell me anything.” “Sorry, but I can’t tell you, Anna,” Jake said as they pulled up to the feed store. Now there was only silence between them. Jake wanted to tell Anna about what had happened but he couldn't. He had to even keep the whole mission from his mom. But Anna was always able to get him to tell her everything. Jake didn’t want to risk telling her something she wasn’t supposed to know. So Jake decided not to tell Anna anything about the special detachment mission or the new team, or how he saved Rooster and Mav from almost dying.

How would Jake tell the girl he still loved about that? After getting the feed they went back to the ranch. Jake couldn’t handle the silence anymore so he turned on the radio and “Like A Cowboy” was on. “Remember when we danced in the headlights of your truck to this song?” Anna asked, looking over at Jake. “Yeah we pulled off on a dirt road and this song came on and we danced to it like the next day wasn’t going to come.” Jake smiled at the memory. “It was the best night ever.” Anna laughed. “Yeah, it was.” They pulled up to the barn. “I remember it well because it was our first kiss.” Anna smiled while looking down at her lap. Anna took the key out of the ignition and got out of the truck and went to the back to drop the tailgate. Jake got out of the truck and went back to help Anna get the feed out of the truck, where they took the feed to the storage room. “Thanks for helping me, Jake,” Anna said before walking away to go do some other chores around the ranch. Jake watched her walk away before Jake went back towards the house. Once Jake got inside he heard his little sister and mom arguing. “I don’t understand why you don’t want to go to a family dinner tonight?” His mom asked. “Because it’s probably going to be for Jake!!” Macy yelled. “Your brother has just come home after not thinking he would come back,” Eliza said. “Mom, I can talk to Macy,” Jake said, coming into where his mom and sister were arguing.“Go ahead.” His mom said. “Come on Macy, let's go for a drive,” Jake said. “I’ll meet you in the truck,” Macy said before walking past her brother. Jake pressed his lips together before grabbing his keys out of his pocket. Jake walked out to the truck and saw Macy waiting for him. Jake got into the driver's side of the truck and then started to drive. “Want to tell me why you don't seem happy anymore that I’m home?” Jake asked. “I am, I just don‘t know how I’m supposed to react knowing you almost didn’t come home this time. I mean you left home when I was 12.” Macy said, looking over at her brother. “Macy, I’m sorry,” Jake said quietly. “I know you are,” Macy said. “How about we go to this dinner mom has planned and then leave early,” Jake suggested. “We will be at the house so we can leave whenever we want.” Macy smiled. Jake and Macy drove back to the house after getting some ice cream with a ton of whipped cream on top, Macy’s favorite topping. Once back they helped their mom cook dinner. “Mom, so who’s all coming over anyways?” Jake asked as he and Macy set the table. “Your Brother Kayce and his wife, Megan, and Amber's family,” Eliza said. “Danny not coming?” Jake asked, looking at his mom. “Danny and his family are always busy,” Macy said. “Of course.” Jake laughed at the fact he hadn't seen Danny since Danny got married. Jake was a little upset because he wanted to see his eldest brother, but he wasn’t super surprised.

Going into dinner Jake didn’t know what to say to any of his siblings. There was an awkward silence after prayer for a few minutes before someone finally said something. “So, Jake, the last call mom got from you scared her,” Megan said. “I can see why, it was a pretty dangerous mission,” Jake said, not looking up, pretending to be more interested in his roast beef from their blue cow that they just slaughtered, and the mashed potatoes. “Megan, leave your brother alone,” Eliza said. “I’m just saying,” Megan said. “Look, if I could go into detail about what happened I would. But I just can’t because it’s classified.” Jake said, looking up at Megan. “And you are on a high horse still,” Megan said. “I’m not on a high horse Megan! I was knocked off of it because of my Captain. I was probably too cocky of a pilot like Maverick was in Top Gun,” Jake said. “Megan, be nice to Jake,” Kayce commented. “Whatever”. After a few minutes of no one talking Megan broke the silence again. Thanks for dinner mom, but I gotta get back to Dallas.” “Okay, have a safe trip back, I love you darling.” “Yep.” Replied Megan as she left slamming the front door behind her. “She’s changed,” Jake mumbled under his breath. “She has been like this since she moved to Dallas, Jakey.” Kayce said. “How did I not notice?” Jake asked, looking at Kayce. “That's a question we all want to know,” Amber said laughing. After dinner Kayce stayed for a little bit and caught up with Jake. “So, where are you off to next?” Kayce asked his little brother. “Fighter Town.” Jake said with a smile. “Isn’t that where Top Gun is?” Kayce asked. “Yeah, I was recalled for my last mission. The Navy liked the team so we will report back in a month.” Jake said. They continued talking until Kayce had to leave. Jake went to bed that night with a few things on his mind. How his family had changed, the Uranium Plant Mission that almost went south, and his future with Anna.

[ajoytobeheld]

The tour according to you

November 3rd, 2009

David in Coventry sent us this photo in, and I think you will agree it is a lovely shot

Again we our in Coventry and Richard managed to get some good on stage mid sing action

He also managed to get a kind of zombie esque shot of Neil crowdsurfing. For some reason I cant look at this photo without admiring the wallpaper in the ceiling. It’s just rather fetching.

Alan sent us this one from The Deaf Institute in Manchester, there is something rather overwhelming sad and bleak about this picture, like he is but a voyeur who will not allow himself to participate in the event known as “gig.” Or he just couldn’t be bothered to stand up. He kindly pointed out that Neil’s mum was sat in front of him.

Gazz captured this three way sing a long in Cardiff with Tom and Gareth being Joined by Alexie Jo Fo on stage for  ”Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks.” For some reason they all look like they are singing Frank Sinatra.

Sebastian got this image from the Garage in London, it’s a rather moody shot with a Wizard of Oz lighting effect to it.

Alex (from admiring Sparky shot in Manchester fame) also managed to get this picture from Leeds. As you can see we all look like we are doing a performance piece about the moral media panic over swine flu. Or something.

Jamie took this picture at King Tuts, and we are all kitted out in our finest scariest halloween gear….cowboy hats, shorts and a repeat swine flu mask wearing. I went as Arthur Dent, which involved wearing Pajamas on stage, so I was incredibly comfortable, but no one knew who I was actually meant to be other then a really lazy person.

I was kind of confused by this picture, didn’t seem to fit into the criteria…

Ellen x