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wino-strut · 2 years ago
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Arrow Tundra Piece: 12” Tall x 17 7/8” Wide Piece with Frame: 18” Tall x 26 7/8” Wide 1 1/4” Profile Mixed Media On Illustration Board By: David Phillips (wino-strut) www.wino-strut.com 2/2023 #arrow #tundra #contemporaryart #mixedmedia #barrooms #cowboys #mixingitup #green #poolhall #gambling #pokerface #snails #mails #jails #shred #customframer https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqa57DAp0VV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nescaveckwriter · 4 months ago
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Saving Grace - Chapter 4 💓😭🩷
A/N: 🐞... While writing this chapter, the emotions were running high extremely high... So fair warning, grab a BOX of tissues 🤭🥺🥺 okay y'all... L💓VE y'all...!
Warnings: *18+ Only* Mentions of a medical condition, and dying ... bit swearing, heartache,🥹❤️
Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, Grace Tucker, Kelly Tucker 😍
Words: 1800-ish😊
Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google
Side Note: Songs not my own, also, Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕
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The old man’s voice is gruff as he speaks to Kelly “Listen the whole point of this album, and show is about touring” Kelly looks at him “Bobby it's simple you sign it or you don’t, Dean Winchester needs Grace more than she needs him, and you know that’s the truth”. Bobby couldn’t deny it, the truth in her words, and Kelly drove a hard bargain, so after some small changes, and a promise of a world tour in a year, he signed.
Kelly walked out of that meeting with Bobby feeling satisfied, and saddened, she promised the old man that Grace would do a world wide tour in a year, letting out a humourless chuckle… ‘Grace will be gone by then, she’s only got a few months left, and I just lied to an old man, great job Kelly, you a horrible damn person, she cussed herself. As she left the studio she tried her very best not to break down, hating the fact that Grace is so strong and all she wants to do is break down and cry, life ain’t fair. 
The thought of burying her sister in a few months overwhelmed her and she broke down crying in the middle of the hallway, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling as she keeps replaying the news they got, not so long ago, the doctor’s words tumbling around “Sorry Grace the scan’s” the doctor’s tone turned sympathetic “honey I’m sorry you have less than a year left” she looked at the doctor then at Grace and she just smiled and said “Then I’ll make the best of the few months I have left, thanks Doc” she looked at Grace like she didn’t understand what he said , but she did. And Kelly wanted to do was break down, scream and shout, and curse and yell, at how it can be possible that her lovely, kind hearted sister could be taken away so early from her.
A hand on Kelly’s shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, the greenest of green eyes met hers, a gruff voice “Hi? You okay?” she immediately knew who it was, not just was she a fan of his music, but her Fiance, is the drummer for him, and Grace raved on about him, of course she wouldn’t admit but she likes him, and not just about his singing voice. Kelly smiled brushed her tears away and said “yeah, fine thanks Dean” 
Smiling “You don’t look fine?” 
She nearly bit his head off “I’m fine dammit, just leave me the hell alone” Dean raised his hands in the air “Hell I’m just trying to be nice for once, and this is the reaction I get” he huffs “And people still wonder why I prefer Jack Daniels?” he just walked off growling something to himself. And Kelly was left standing, feeling ashamed and heartbroken, she couldn’t tell him the reason. Grace made everyone promise that on one should know, she doesn’t want to be treated like some kind of fragile person, but hell she was fragile. She started making her way out of the building to the car, time to act as if everything is just fine, like her sister is going to die.
Dean walked into the studio, huffing, the little muscle in his jaw jumping. He shot Benny a look “What the hell is the matter with your fiance?” Benny was so confused “Excuse me?” Dean growled “I tried comforting the woman and she bit my head off” Benny nearly jumped up from his sitting position “where is she, is she okay?” Dean glared at him “hell if I know!”.Benny didn’t answer, he shot out of there like a man on a mission, leaving Dean there, still kind of ticked off about the whole situation. 
Grace sat there reading, and humming to the songs they’ll be recording together, she made sure to get some rest the night before, drinking lots of water. She heard them stetson boots on the floor, and there he was, plain old jeans, a black t-shirt and white-creamish cowboy hat, and she could’ve sworn her breathing hitched, but hey she has a heart problem, so it ain’t got nothing to do with him right? His voice broke through, bouncing off the wall “Howdy Grace?” she smiled and greeted “Morning, ready to do this?” he gave her a cocky smile “darling I’m born ready”, shaking her head, laughing a little “good thing your humble?” he found his seat next to her, his forest green eyes piercing her “Oh Honey, why should I be humble, people love me” she tossed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder “Oh your pretty smug aren’t you?” he laughed “what can I say darling? I am just confident! She shook her head “nope the word your looking for are arrogant!” he mocked offence “ouch, you know how to humble a man don’t ya?” she giggled and it sounded like a choir of joyful angels, “Nah! Just simply keeping you in check”. He smirked “Alright Miss Humble, why don’t we start with this song?” he tapped on the paper and she nodded, “yeah alrighty let’s do this cowboy”.
She started with the few first verses…
I pushed him away
And carefully said
I'm just not that kind of girl
You might think I'm square
'Cause you've been around and you're wise
In the ways of the world
I know that making is taking for granted
It's all easy come, easy go
He pulled me close and whispered
His gruff voice begun…
Now darlin' there's something I want you to know
I still believe in Waltzes
And girls with old fashioned ways
I still believe in love songs
In the good, in the good ole days
I've always liked happy endings
Somebody's dream coming true
I still believe in Waltzes
And dancing the last one with you
She pitched in again…
He slipped into bed, I turned over and said
I'm worried you working so late
Is it just your job that keeps you away, Lord
I know the temptations are gray
I'm just a wife, I'm just a momma
It's not too exciting I know
He pulled me close and whispered those same words
He told me that night long ago
His voice drew …
I still believe in Waltzes
And girls with old fashioned ways
I still believe in love songs
At the end, both of them started to sing in harmony 
In the good, in the good ole days
I've always liked happy endings
Somebody's dream coming true
I still believe in Waltzes
And I'll dance the last one with you
We still believe in Waltzes
When they hit those last notes, they were so in sync, like they’ve been doing it for years, Dean let out an impressed chuckle “damn that was amazing” Grace nodded excitedly, “yes that was perfect, that was amazing, the way you came in on that first verse ‘now darling’ that was mind blowing” while she explained she gestured with her hands, and he couldn’t really make out the rest, of her sentence because he got mesmerised by the way her lips moved as she spoke, watching intently, the way it curved, the way it pursed together with certain words, and then finally as she spoke and her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, to speak further, all he could think is how is it possible for one woman, to do such an innocent act, that was downright turning him on. He had to take a sip of water to cool himself down, and then he heard her sweet voice “You okay Dean?” he just simply nodded and gestured that he was thirsty. She simply smiled and took a few sips of water herself. 
Bobby, who was sitting, listening and watching to them, handed them the next song, and Dean shot him a somewhat uncomfortable glare, but of course the old man didn’t care. After Dean adjusted he started strumming on the guitar, and looked at her, smiling, a smile reaching his eyes. As he sang the first verse he knew never had a song felt so true, because he’d really love to lay her down.
There's a lot of ways of sayin' what I want to say to you
There's songs and poems and promises and dreams that might come true
But I won't talk of starry skies or moonlight on the ground
I'll come right out and tell you I'd just love to lay you down
Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear
Lay ya down and tell you all the things a woman loves to hear
I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around
Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down
A slight pinkish colour crept onto her cheeks as he glanced directly into his eyes, falling in with the next verse…
There's so many ways your sweet love made this house into a home
You've got a way of doin' little things that turn me on
Their voices collided with the next few verses, and they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, emotions running high, their voices, singing the words their hearts and bodies wanted so badly…
Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down
Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear
Lay ya down and tell you all the things my woman loves to hear
I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around
Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down
Lay ya down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear
Lay ya down and tell you all the things my woman loves to hear
I'll let you know how much it means just havin' you around
Oh darlin', how I'd love to lay you down
The song ends and the air is palpable with so much unspoken desire, and need, to simply taste each other’s lips, the two of them stared at each other, Dean slightly leaning in, merely inches away from finally giving in and tasting her lips, but the moment was ruined by Grace getting up and walking out hastily, mumbling something about she needs fresh air. Dean groaned out of frustration, he could’ve sworn she felt the electricity too, but no, she just left.
Grace hurried outside, trying to catch her breath. Before she knew it, she called Kelly, before Kelly could properly greet her, Grace rambled on “Sis, I’m in big trouble, the man… I nearly kissed, I nearly kissed him, I can’t feel this way… why do I feel this way, I barely know him… I can’t be falling in love with him.. Can I ..?” Kelly’s heart broke, she knew what her sister meant, “Gracie, sweetie… I don't know what to say!” Grace’s voice came out sounding slightly brittle, “This can't be happening… why? I can’t be falling in love now” Not now! Why did he have to be him” she grunted. 
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Kelly tried to calm her down, knowing she shouldn’t exert herself, “please calm down, please”. Grace broke down for the first time since she got the news “K…Kelly, I can’t fall in love with Dean, I am going die in a couple of months, and I can’t imagine a future, because there is now future, there is now, rainbows, and roses, candle light dinners, whispering loving words to each other, there is nothing, that’s certain” barely audible through the crying “the only thing that my future holds, is my heart stopping in a few months, or weeks or days…” all you could hear on both ends off the phone calls, is heart shattering sobbing. 
@jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99
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1tsny4nc4t · 4 months ago
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The only attacks i have done today (I'm so PROUD of these 2 drawings)
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Attack 4 @vlada-slavik (Vlad1Slavik on artfight) of them character lerdsha
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Attack (friendly fire) 4 Lemoncatfox (<- it has the same user on artfight) of it's Barry x Doom fankid (John ill doom)
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are you fucking kidding me
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googlyeyesonmagiccards · 10 months ago
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Happy New Year! Stay safe if you're out partying tonight
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jeux-geekeries · 2 days ago
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Photo de groupe octobre 2024
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Groupe plus petit que pour septembre mais plus grand que prévu.
Et je ne pense pas être en manque pour les mois à venir :
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Finir ma série de Zombie, faire des héros pour Dungeon Saga ou encore reprendre des figurines pour Star Saga...
Mais je ne m'interdis pas de faire d'autre choses... (des décors ???)
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porschesbabydaddy · 1 year ago
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Consider the following: Porsche with a whoopsie baby
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jtem · 8 months ago
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My third Bourbon
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tortoisesshells · 9 months ago
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76.
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smugglinbax · 2 years ago
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@nether-twins​
Have you ever been having a drink, minding your own business, not a care in the world! Just happy to put that drink to your lips, enjoy that first sip and--- two jerks in power armor plop down at your table. Well we all know the rest right? You try to deescalate they make a snarky comment about you being a space rat--- and you make fun of there mother! Same song and dance, no matter how hard he tried Hex never quite could catch a break! The twins were just innocent bystanders in what was about to be a full on bar fight! As the poor Lombax came crashing down into there table with a titanic crash! 
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“ ...anyone get the number of the bus that just ran me over.... “ 
As if on que the whole table collapsed with the poor Lombax on top of it, a resounding CRASH that followed it. He just lay there as the two Goons stood up tall cracking there knuckles! They looked like the type to enjoy this type of work--- damn he thought as he lay there in pain. 
Who wanted him dead this time? and how was he gonna weasel his way out of this one!
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tomoleary · 1 year ago
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Reed Crandall The Fez on the Barroom Floor Unfinished Original Art (1960)
“Crandall -- better known as a preeminent interpreter of Edgar Rice Burroughs -- shows a humorous side with this frontier-saloon scenario in which a bohemian artist enthralls a crowd of rowdies. A fez (headgear decidedly out-of-place in such a rustic setting) appears in the foreground, off-center. The intrinsic pun is a reference to John Henry Titus's famous poem of 1872, "The Face on the Barroom Floor," and to a no less famous 1936 portrait by Herndon Davis on the floor of a lounge in Colorado. Crandall captures to perfection the contours of the Davis portrait, which resembles his wife. Fully pencilled and partially inked, the drawing is prime Crandall, perhaps his most unusual effort of a distinguished career.”
https://comics.ha.com/itm/original-comic-art/illustrations/reed-crandall-the-fez-on-the-barroom-floor-unfinished-original-art-1960-/a/7244-95124.s
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littletroubledgrrrl · 1 year ago
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nescaveckwriter · 9 months ago
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Smoky Old Barrooms, Saving Grace & Guitars - Chapter Two💕
A/N: Oh bugs, 💕 this is so much fun to write, I hope y'all enjoy this💕
Warnings: Drinking, angst, fluff, just it I think 🫣
Also Please Note: These songs used, is not written by me, so full credit to the artists.💕
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''No way Bobby'' he sneered
''Dean listen to me, this is just what your career needs'' he pleaded
''Forget it! I'm the freaking superstar, I'm not gonna babysit a wannabe country singer''
His voice getting angry now, ''Listen to me son, you are not the 'Superstar' you think you are''
He smirks ''Oh yeah, then why is there hundreds of people at my shows?''
''Because they want to see, the old you, the one with songs from the soul, but all they get are covers, of drinking and shit, if you go-on like this, your going to end up, going from a great artist to who is that playing on the radio'' he hissed
Shocked by the words coming out of the mouth, who he presumed to be more than just a manager, more than just a friend, more like a father. He grabs his jacket and keys and storms out of the door, getting into his Chevy Impala .
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''Another whisky on the rocks, please doll'' the little giddy woman, makes her way towards the bar, grabbing his fifth glass. Glancing through the smoky barroom, its a place where most famous artist's hang out, to relax or get drunk or get lucky, but its a nice joint, nice music always playing. He knows Bobby is right but by hearing it just made him so angry, hell he already feels old and washed up, it's as-if the great music is no where to be found inside of him, in all honesty, most days his caught between living and leaving.
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 ''There you go, sir'' she smiles interrupting his deep thinking , ''Yeah thanks'' smiling as he sees her number written down on a napkin, ''maybe I'll call her up a little later'' he mumbles to himself. As his sipping his liquid gold, he hears a sweet deep-laced southern voice, he look's up towards the stage, bell bottom blue jeans, a black shirt, with a black leather jacket, her strawberry blonde  in those loose curls framing her delicate face.
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''Howdy y'all, so sweet Jerry over there asked me to do a little song or two, and I were wondering, what y'all wanted to hear, are we feeling happy? or in the mood for a bit of blues perhaps?'' 
The whole crowd goes wild cheering, screaming they wanted to hear a heartbreak song  She just smiled and started strumming her guitar, tapping her boots on the barstool, her voice sounded angelic and full of emotion, the room silenced as they listened to her 
It's just a year today
One year since he went away
So happy birthday, dear heartache
You're one year old today
There'll be the cake tonight
One candle I'm gonna light
So happy birthday, dear heartache
Old love still burns tonight
When he walked out, I felt my heart break
That's when you came to me, dear heartache
You made my heart your home
Now look how big you've grown
Looks like each guest is here
The blues, the memories, and the tears
So happy birthday, dear heartache
Same time, same place next year
So happy birthday, dear heartache
Same time, same place next year
As her voice glides over the audience, Dean can't help but think that women, can sing, not only is she beautiful but she's different than the other, there's something unique about her presence, he smiled as she finished the song, also clapping when she said ''thank you, y'all''
He gets caught off guard as she spoke pointing towards him ''Look y'all, Nashville's very own, top charting country-rock artist, 'hey Mr. Winchester, want to join me up here for a little song, what do you say?''
He nods, gets off his chair, thankful that he'd only had five glasses, and that his still sober enough for this little event, tilting his imaginary hat, as he greets her, whispering ''so you know who I am, but what's your name'' she just smiled and said ''you can call me Grace, cowboy''
After they discussed which song too play, they both a slight nervous wondering if there voices, together will work, his deep voice starts,
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''Once I made a promise
That I'd never lead you on
But I feel the yearn to love you
Even though I know it's wrong''
her angelic voice fills the next lines
''You'll have to take my hand
And lead me slowly through the door
I'll be wrong in what I'm doin'
I can't refuse you anymore''
but it's when there voices collide, leaving the people in the barroom stunned
''Lead me on
And take control of how I feel
I can't do this on my own
'Cause it's against my will
I need love warm and tender
In a way, I've never known
If you want me, I'll go with you
But you'll have to lead me on''
Both off them smile while singing the familiar country song, there eyes connect in the way you only see in movies, there voices together sounds like a symphony of wonder, letting you believe in magic of true country music again, leaving the two artists stunned, about how well they fit together. When the song was done, and the crowd cheered, hand claps everywhere, it wasn't long after, when the people started begging for more off there songs, but it was Grace that said ''thank y'all but I have to go now'' thanking Dean and the crowd she got off, slinging her guitar over her thin-framed shoulders, she walked outside, inhaling the fresh air, so she can stop the uneasy rising and falling off her chest.
Still waiting for a cab to come pick her up, to go home, and get some rest, she hears his voice behind her ''going so soon?''
Smiling, and calming her racing heart a little, thinking if only her heart were racing, because of this hunk of a man in front of her, it would've felt good, ''Hey, yeah, I've got a early morning photo shoot, for the cover of my album, and if I'm late my manager is going to be crazy angry'' she laughed a little
Running his hand at the back of his neck ''Oh! so your a well known artist yourself, sorry I didn't know''
Laughter rolling over her lips, ''don't you worry cowboy, my ego aren't as big yours, I don't get easily offended'' she mocks
Laughter fills the airy night, as he's amused by the way she mocks him, without holding back, as most women around him always tries to say something that will soothe his ego. ''I don't have a big ego'' 
''Now I know, I don't personally know you too well, but one thing's for sure your lying to yourself there. the smile curving at her full lips, is enough to make his heart flutter a little
His green eyes, sparkling, for the first time in a long time, ''We can always make a plan to arrange, so that you can get too know me better'' he mocks
The cab pulls up, and as she gets in, she smiles, her voice sweet and fruity ''Now don't you go falling in love with me cowboy''
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He can't help the slight dorky smile forming, ''who's gotten the ego now, thinking I'll fall for a woman like you'' shaking his head, as-if she's my type anyway, but something in his chest, flutters as he sees her hand dancing through the wind, as the streetlight shines on her face, giving her a slight -reddish halo, her voice giving him a exhilarating  as she shouts ''goodnight cowboy''
His response was too late, as the cab drove off, leaving him standing there, feeling intrigued by this woman. Taking out his phone, dialing Bobby, leaving only his voicemail tone ''Hey, Bobby, I don't know who you wanted to set me up with, but I just met someone, I want to sing with her, help me find her please, and sorry about earlier.
As he walked over to his car, he can't help too feel a bit more alive, tonight as his done in awhile, he needs to find her again, like he needs air too breathe, singing that duet with her, was absolutely amazing, letting him almost feel about music the way he used too before everything gone wrong, leaving him only half a person. With a smile he gets in, there's a stirring of some new words in his heart, maybe a potential song or two, with the humming of a new tune, he drives into the night. 
Chapter One Here :)
Chapter Two Here :)
Chapter Three Here :)
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leatherwooddesign · 16 days ago
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mftulin · 11 months ago
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From The Rye Whiskey Review : Loose as a Goose by Mark Tulin
The Rye Whiskey Review: Loose as a Goose by Mark Tulin “We’re the Ezine dedicated to all things barroom. We are slightly off what other’s consider the norm and always the last to close the bar . If you prefer the local dive bar to the glitz of some overpriced club then you’re our kind of people . So welcome, grab a drink and enjoy.”—The Rye Whiskey Review Loose as a Goose by Mark Tulin My…
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