#YEEEEHAAAW

[hedwig221b]

Trick or treat!!

Hiiiii! Based on what you usually reblog I think you'd like this piece of a wip

“I’m just feeling on edge today,” Stiles confessed.

That was one way to put it.

“Let’s figure it out then,” Derek insisted, and Stiles couldn��t help but look up at him. “You have to embrace it. You know it’s the only way for you.”

Fuck, Stiles loved this man so fucking much. His throat was closing up at the sheer determination in Derek’s voice. He was probably the only one who didn’t want “the old Stiles” back. Derek didn’t want to change him. From day one he encouraged Stiles to be at peace with what he was, to explore the new abilities in order to understand and control himself better.

Maybe, that was because he was a born werewolf, who was always told by the humans that there was an “other”, wolfy part of him that he had to tame in order to be “normal”.

But Derek was already normal. He just wasn’t human (fully or half) and that irked people because he looked like one.

Derek was the only one who could understand. Well, he and hunters, but the latter weren’t so nice about it.

“Do you need to vent?” Derek asked. “Scream? Punch someone?”

“I want blood.”

Derek’s mouth closed with a click.

Stiles forced himself to keep looking at Derek because his mate needed to know. If Stiles could demand Derek to be truthful with him, he had to do the same. No matter how horrifying the truth was.

Derek cleared his throat and blinked a couple of times in rapid succession.

“In what way?” His voice betrayed nothing.

Stiles’ heart was beating in his throat, despite him sitting still on the couch. He looked to the side, biting the skin off his upper lip. He was clutching at Derek’s hands in a pitiful attempt to make him stay.

“I don’t want to have, like, a Bloody Mary or anything, but… I have this urge, and it’s been killing me, like a constant headache. I want to—” Stiles stopped to swallow the spit that immediately gathered in his mouth. “Want to tear into something. With my teeth, my hands. To feel their last breath and keep breathing myself.”

Now he was afraid to look at Derek. It was too much. Derek was going to look at him in disgust and fear, lean away and run far to where Stiles would never find him.

“Please,” he begged in a choked voice. “Please, don’t— Don’t leave me. I don’t want you to be afraid of m— Oh, my god, why the fuck are you smiling?"

And it was a full smile, with his usual set of bunny teeth and fangs, breathtaking, wide and feral.

And then Derek said the thing Stiles never thought to hear from him in the light of recent events.

“I’m so glad to have you as my mate.”

“Fucking huh?”

Derek chuckled, rolled his eyes, then smacked a hard passionate kiss on Stiles’ lips and jumped up with athletic ease.

“I’m taking you on a hunt, come on.” The man grabbed his hands and lifted him off the couch, tugging his stunned mate after himself.

“Hunt?”

“Yeah,” another giddy smile, so beautiful Stiles stumbled a bit into his shoulder. “I wanted to take you with me for so long, but since you don’t like running in the forest…”

“When I run in the forest it’s usually because I’m running away from someone, that’s why I despise it,” Stiles said to him absently, still reeling from Derek’s reaction. “You’re… you’re not disturbed? Not even for a little bit? Not feeling any urge to call 911?”

Derek snorted and shook his head.

They finally stopped at the edge of the forest; Derek turned around, gave Stiles the softest excited glance, then cupped his face quickly and kissed him again. Seemed like he just couldn’t keep it inside himself.

“You’re a predator now, Stiles,” the wolf breathed out with an almost proud smile, “like me.”

Stiles soaked up the sunny expression on his mate’s face, and the realization hit him hard and with no warnings. When was the last time Derek was able to experience the thrill of the hunt with someone? He was a fucking wolf, for fuck’s sake. Scott absolutely refused to do it, Allison and Lydia weren’t even worth asking and Isaac was still too weirded out by his own urges.

The last time Derek hunted with someone, just for the fun of it, was probably back when his family was alive.

But now… Now he could share this with Stiles.

“Like you,” said Stiles and smiled back.

[effervescentdragon]

for @river-ocean because i suck <3 happy bday darlin’, yee-haw! (for everyone not a hillbilly, this is directly inspired by luke bryan and drunk on you, aka the best, happiest song ever ^^

“Charles, you know it’s pointless to do this,” Lolo says patiently. “It’s a waste of tickets, and you’re not selling them so much over here. You’ve left tickets in every town you’ve played at, and he still hasn’t shown up.” 

“Yeah,” Arthur adds from where he’s lounging on the sofa. “Yankees. They have no taste,” he says with a grin. Charles frowns.

“Shut up, Arthur, you’re being rude, and you don’t even know what Yankee means.” 

“Neither do you,” Arthur mutters, and Charles kicks him with his cowboy boot. It’s red, and over the top, and he kind of loves it. “I’m still more popular here than anyone thought I would be, and you,” he turns to Lolo, “just. Leave the tickets. He’ll show up. I know he will.”

He sees that Lorenzo doesn’t believe him. It’s written all over his face, and evident in the way he looks at Arthur. “Charles...” he trails off, but Charles shakes his head stubbornly. 

“Lolo, just. Trust me. He’ll show.” Charles pushes away from the table and reaches for his guitar. “I have to get ready for the show.” 

He turns around and leaves, because he doesn’t want to see his brothers look at him with pity in their eyes. They don’t trust him to take care of his heart, and Charles kind of understands it. He loves too easily, he always has, but this boy - man, a man really, it was - it was different. It’s going to be different this time, Charles knows it. You don’t even know his name, he thinks in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Lolo’s, but he doesn’t care. Neither Lolo nor Arthur get it. They didn’t feel what he felt that night. 

He stands behind the stage, and the chords from the pre-show act fill his ears. He closes his eyes and breathes deep, calming himself like he always does, like he did every night on this leg of his World Tour - the USA part. 

Like he did that night in Louisiana, before playing one of the best concerts he’s ever had, the crowd going wild. He had stumbled into the streets of New Orleans already drunk on the feeling of a win, searching for a buzz to fill the summer night, to expell the energy he only got when he poured his heart out in his music and got love back from the audience to fill him up. 

He found the buzz in deep blue eyes and a smirk on full, red, wet lips which devoured moans from his own. He got it from a stranger who spoke French fluently to him after he heard him ask for another beer in French, drunk on alcohol but even more drunk on summertime and heat of the night. He found it in the way the stranger held his hips and left bruises that ached deliciously all over them as he pressed him into the wall, and then into a bed in a hotel room. He found it in the scrape of the stranger’s beard against the sensitive skin of his neck, and then down down down, all the way to the insides of his things as he lost his mind when the stranger brought him to ecstasy. He found it in his grasp on the stranger’s shoulders and the way the stranger’s golden cross stuck to Charles’ sweaty skin and the way the stranger kissed him like he was the most precious and most beautiful think in this universe. He found all the buzz and the inspiration for three new songs that he’d scribbled when he woke up the next morning, his head punding and the stranger’s smell all over him and the sheets, and a note on the side of the bed that said Maybe I’ll see you at one of your concerts, cheri. ;) 

Charles had gone back and told Lolo to leave a ticket at every one of his next shows. He debuted the first song he wrote for the stranger two towns later, calling it Drunk On You and playing it unprompted, only on his guitar. It was an immediate hit with the crowd. The stranger didn’t show, but Charles didn’t despair, like his brothers so obviously did, over his foolishness and the easy way he fell in love. He couldn’t, not really, when - aside from the end of the night which ended in the best sex Charles had ever had in his life and that still made him blush weeks after - he and the stranger spent the whole night talking like they were old friends. Charles felt as if their souls spoke to each other, not their mouths, and he wasn’t a fool. He knew the stranger felt it to. The only thing Charles regretted was the way he didn’t insist for the stranger to give him his name, but that was alright, too. It added to the mystery. It will be even better when the stranger finally shows his face again. 

The technician calls him over, and Charles opens his eyes and smiles, and steps out on the stage, and sings his heart out, like he does every night. He ends the set with Drunk On You, and as he’s laughing, giving his guitar to his assistant, Lolo grabs his arm.

“Texas,” he says, and Charles frowns. “Your stranger? He’s from Texas.”

Charles turns around to where Lolo is looking, and there, leaning against the wall, is his stranger. He has a smile on his face, and a pair of very tight jeans, and his white shirt shows off his strong forearms - and Charles remembers how strong they are - and it’s unbuttoned enough for Charles to see the glinting of the cross on his chest. He is also wearing a cowboy hat, and Charles’ brain short-circuits a bit. Before he knows it, Charles crosses the space between them and finds himself a step away from the stranger.

“Hello, cher,” the strager says, and his voice is just as pure sin as it was in New Orleans, and it makes Charles’ knees weak in the same way. 

“Hello, stranger,” Charles says with a smile. “I’m glad you came.”

The stranger’s eyes flash, and he leans forward, his face inches away from Charles’ 

“Pierre,” he says, and Charles mouths the name. Pierre. It suits him. “And I’m hoping to make you come again, at least twice tonight.”

Charles can feel himself flush. If anyone else had said it, he’d probably be offended, but the stranger - Pierre, Pierre, his name is Pierre, and he’s here, he came here for Charles - he makes it endearing instead of sleazy. He smiles, and he knows it’s shaky, but he also finds his courage and steps forward, brushing their noses against each other. Pierre smells the same as he remembers, citrusy and fresh, and his lips part as Charles pushes him gently back against the wall. 

“Show me what you got, cowboy,” he says, blushing the whole time, and Pierre laughs in a way that lights up his whole face, and his arms come around Charles’ waist, and when he kisses Charles, in a small town in Texas of all places, it somehow feels like coming home.

[heymrspatel]

"how's my form?" 😮‍💨🔪

more silly lil big guy

[bxxth1ll]

Boothill, any advice for the people with cowboy boyfriends? Also Brazil loves u 🇧🇷🫶

Enjoy the ride. Literally 'n metaphorically.

[kudzucataclysm]

just bought rdr2 on sale…goobye!!!!!

[vansshuu]

Yeeeehaaaw!! I'm excited because this time it's not a PC but an NPC ehehe ✨

Before it was going to be something like just PC but I wanted someone who already had a profession in the city (because PC can't do it yet) and I thought it would be good for PC I had somewhere a little safer to go and not end up head over heels with that weird Harper hehe

Ironically he works with Harper lmao I like to think he's the one behind the drugs in the hospital and also the weird concoctions Harper forces PC to drink when he's in the farm, anyway Vash is a free spirit who only dedicates himself to his work. Do you give him money in exchange for him doing who knows what for you? He will do it regardless of what purpose his power will be used on drug.

He probably has information about PC especially about photos that were taken of him on the farm lol (maybe he is a constant consumer and became obsessed with PC because of that?) I still wouldn't touch PC in any way, he's not interested in that (he's one of those few adults who are still virgins and likes to keep himself that way HAHA) But if he would be likely to ask PC to take off his clothes in exchange for specific medications or some favor he wants to ask in return, he would just like to see PC and that's it.

I want to think more about what their dynamics would be like in the game but definitely their rng and greater help would be for PCs who have more problems with the law and things like that.

Well I will do more things about him later because I really like having an NPC among all my PCs, part of his story I thought he could have been an orphan like PC and even that he could have met aPC when he was an infant idk somehow no one knows he He managed to escape from the orphanage when he was still a teenager so he didn't have to go through the same nightmare as PC, and I think he'll be younger than Harper so he's not that old haha

[liveleaker]

if i was a cowboy id say shit like "i dont give a hoot or a holler" and id always shoot my two pistols into the air especially while saying yeeeehaaaw!

[b-ck3t]

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[fictionkinfessions]

Can I get a big ole YEEEEHAAAW to the kind soul in my discord server who went 'n' explained ficitves to our discord server? Even if they don't all get it, at least it got an explanation, and I definitely couldn't 'a' put it better 'n they did. Still a long ways til anyone calls me or the other fictives as our source names, but it's a step in the right direction.

Yours, and ours, Boothill (fictive, #🌌🦊🛼)

(All my recent asks have been complainin' so I hope this one makes up for it all. Also hopin' I remembered to put this on anon this time!! Sorry about that!!)

x

[pokeathlondome]

I GOT TO MEET ARTHUR MORGAN AND JOHN MARSTON TODAY YEEEEHAAAW

[yellow-leaf-clover]

YEEEEHAAAW

[nichiperi]

Oh boy it's crunch time yeeeehaaaw. ヘ⁠（' 。⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠ヘ

[coolblackmetal666]

Changed my dashboard colors to GOTH RAVE! Immediately feel better! I'm almost back to being as delulu about reality as I want! Yeeeehaaaw!

[the-firebird69]

Watch "CAVALO BELGA #shorts #cavalo #animais" on YouTube

This is the animal that he wants to pull the Miller beer with and we get them ready and they're bigger and taller but they like this their attitude is solid they act like us like giants I call him bill they hardly move around and when they're moving they're strutting it and pulls a ton of weight this this horse can pull a lot of weight and it's hard to give you an analogy cuz it's dragging on the ground looks like taking your whole family of like five or six people and putting them on a toboggan on the grass and just drag him around it's what he can do I mean it's like he can pull the weight of an entire semi truck on skids it's just a lot of weight they're very powerful and you people challenge them and they kill you with one hit and you're out and I don't dare anybody to do it

Thor Freya

Beer anyone you want to see these badass horses and we'll do a beer pull too and will challenge you to hook up your tractor pull truck to pull the same weight and I bet you a million bucks you can't and I'm going to put that on there commercial cuz I hear it's my beer company and she has Michelob and it's a million bucks if you can pull the skid with the beer on it and are we going to have several horses not one but if one horse can pull a semi on skids give me a break your trucks can't pull those and it's true

Zues

Yeeeehaaaw I'm getting my tractor pulled truck I'm going to go down there and discuss and pull it he says if I figure out it's you you can't do it and he says you won't and she says okay and that's what it is right there

Hera

I'm going to watch this with fun in my eyes I mean this is going to be fun he's going to put some pretty big beer kegs on there okay and it's going to be fun as hell that was some big burly guys put them up there

Thor Freya

What an oddity I have to see this event he says we'll have to do it in Orlando and try and get our in there the show that we're showing and I agree we're going to go ahead and do this

Mac

Olympus

[torresaul]

WEEK TILL THE WORLD CUP STARTS HOES!!!!

[starcapn]

for my rp groups homecoming event 8D i love drawing juliet in a million different dresses, she’s my dopamine machine