#black spurs

[peridotsarelongterm]

I commented something the other day about those little thigh-tie strings for gun belts, and it ended up kicking off a week-long hyperfixation which I’ve decided to commemorate.

SO, here are some highlights of western!De’s thighs wearing the little cowboy garter belt. Please enjoy. 🤠 (There are probably others; please feel free to add if you’re as normal about this as I am.)

[spawksstuff]

The Cowboy and the Poet According to De's Characters

He was an old time cowboy Don't you understand His eyes were sharp as razor blades His face was leather tanned

His toes were pointed inward From a hangin' on a horse He was an old philosopher of course

He was so thin I swear You could have used him for a whip He had to drink a beer To keep his breeches on his hips

I knew I had to ask him About the mysteries of life He spat between his boots And he replied

"It's faster horses

Younger women

Older whiskey

More money

He smiled and all his teeth Were covered with tobacco stains

He said, "It don't do men no good To pray for peace and rain" "Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity And buffalo chips is all it means to me"

I told him I was a poet I was lookin' for the truth I do not care for horses Whiskey, women, or the loot I said I was a writer My soul was all on fire He looked at me And he said, "You are a liar"

"Son, it's faster horses

Younger women

Older whiskey

More money

Well, I was disillusioned If I say the least I grabbed him by the collar And I jerked him to his feet There was somethin' cold And shiny laying by my head So I started to believe The things he said

Well, my poet days're over And I'm back to bein' me As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality

If my boy ever asks me What it is that I have learned I think that I will readily affirm

"Son, it's faster horses

Younger women

Older whiskey

More money"

[itsdefinitely]

If Wiggly is 10 can the other lords in black also be children?

yeah sure

[spawksstuff]

The De Completionist Checklist Part 14

1964

Note on the dates: I will mostly be going by when a show/movie was shot rather than its release date. Variety Magazine will be given first priority.

My score: 2 / 3

Need To Find: Slattery’s People - Question: Which One Has The Privilege?

Favorite Movie: Town Tamer

Favorite TV Show:  N/A

Favorite Quote (Exchange):

Conder: You go tell him [Rosser] to look at that fancy horse of his in exactly 10 minutes.

Guy (De): I’m not an errand boy.

<Very next scene>

Guy (De) to Rosser: That horse of yours, better go take a look at it.

<Which is funny enough but then>:

Rosser: What’s wrong with him?

Guy (De): How do I know I’m no horse doctor.

[indeedgoodman]

[cowboygunfighter5]

My leather pants squeaked and my spurs jingled as I walked quietly down the street.

it was high noon. He was already standing and waiting. I admired his tall leather boots with riding heels and spurs. His black shiny double holster with two shiny revolvers with pearl grips. Many gunfighters have fallen for these beautiful revolvers. his gloved hands were ready to draw his revolvers and fill me with lead....

But I myself was ready. My thin black leather gloves were ready to draw my revolver and hurl hot lead at my opponent... But it was not an easy task... Sweat was already dripping from my armpits... Was it today I myself would feel a huge pain while his bullets slammed into my torso?

[kalolasart]

Noelle and Nozel nii-sama 💙

Twitter challenge below the cut

[fantasmafuera]

Tercer día....y las espuelas pasan desapercibidas....

Para este me inspire en el outfit huaso alternativo de Dandy Mcbull....

[svenslave]

Wonderful boots, wonderful whip, wonderful Mistress. He is a lucky slave - if he can take it!!

[twthirai]

just like - 愛 ♥

[blastofsports]

[pasosbonitos]

Pensando 🤔😈😋😉🤤

🤠

[cakepoppresent]

Luna spent the night at Daisuke's place.

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

ManChildTrump!

[eos70]

Had fun with some one piece doodles. Started bc I just wanted to draw Sanji and then I just started branching out to different crew members. I love all the strawhats with my whole heart.

Close up of the comic under the cut!

Luffy and chopper not pictured bc they are blissfully unaware of the idiots.

[mycupofrum]

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic for 5 Jan 2024 (darkness). Rating: T. Angst, first wizarding war. James battles with his dark side. Read here or on AO3.

**

Darkness 

He was shaking violently, unable to process what had happened. 

"James!" someone cried out. "Prongs." 

James blinked, looking up. When had he sat down on the floor? His hands were curled into tight fists, and his wand was somewhere out of sight. 

"James, you're in shock. Come on, we need to go." 

When nothing made sense, his voice was the only thing that made him move. 

James stood up, barely noticing hands supporting him, pulling him up. 

"You're alive?" 

"Of course I'm alive, you great berk," Sirius huffed in exasperation. "Come on, we need to leave now." 

** 

James Potter despised the Dark Arts, he had for his whole life. The practice of something so vile was nothing but a mad attempt to taint what should be kept pure, light, good. Energy existed in everyone and everything, but only some possessed it in such quantities that it manifested as magic. 

The war was ruthless, affecting everyone's lives. Who could tell what was good anymore? What was the point, when it could be taken away? 

The thoughts raced through his mind as he pointed his wand at the woman.  

"I'll kill you for what you did to him." 

She lay defenceless on the floor, thanks to a well-aimed Jelly-Legs Curse, leering at him, her dark eyes blazing. "You don't have it in you, itty-bitty Potter." 

James's wand shook, but having witnessed his best friend lying behind him, broken and lifeless, made him tighten his grip on his wand. 

Darkness welled up inside him, engulfing him, and where he would normally push it aside, he did the unthinkable.  

He welcomed it. 

"Crucio." 

** 

James was nestled up on the sofa against the warm, alive body. 

He felt wrong. Stained. Ruined. 

"Fuck, Pads, I…" His words trailed off. 

All he knew were those hands gripping him tightly, hands that had held on to him during a side-along Apparition, guided him to one of the Order's safehouses. Hands that had healed his cuts, wiped away the excess blood. 

"You're here. You're not dead. You're really –" James rasped. 

"I'm here, Prongs. You think it's that easy to get rid of me?" Sirius's voice vibrated in his chest beneath James's fingertips. 

James looked up from the warmth of Sirius's neck. The grey eyes met his, understanding, a storm raging beneath the calm exterior. 

"It was a trick. I was never hurt." 

"I…" James heaved a breath, disgusted with himself. "I used the Crucio on her. Bellatrix." 

"She deserved it." Sirius's voice was devoid of regret. 

"D'you think I –" 

"Killed her? I don't know, didn't exactly stick around to find out. More likely you hurt her so thoroughly she'll think twice about messing with anyone's mind again. " 

James tried not to think about the revolting image of Bellatrix lying on the floor with her eyes open, bleeding from her nose and ears. She'd looked on the brink of death, and James hadn't halted the curse until his hand shook so badly that he dropped his wand. 

He'd thought Sirius was dead, that the centre of his universe, the only thing that made sense to him in the world, was gone. She'd made it happen, using Legilimency, persuading James to come out of hiding to save Sirius in a shack where he was supposed to be held for torture. 

James had gotten there, seen a body he thought was Sirius, dead on the floor. Before he'd had time to process what he saw, he'd been greeted by her. The cousin. 

Their duel had almost destroyed the building, but she'd underestimated him, arrogant enough to believe James was easy to beat after thinking he'd suffered a great loss. 

She hadn't realised that James refused to accept living in a world where Sirius didn't exist. 

"I know a lot of ways to hurt the enemy, and I don't mind doing it to Death Eaters. But I performed an Unforgivable. That only works when…" James closed his eyes. "When you mean it." 

Sirius's hand moved to his hair, stroking it gently. "I'm sorry you were put in that position, James."  

They hadn't been able to communicate as much as usual. Lily was pregnant, and it hadn't been without its complications, so James needed to take care of her. Neither of them had envisioned having a baby in the middle of the war, but it had forced them to try to make the shambles of their relationship work. 

James drew a long breath, his trembling body eventually settling against Sirius's warmth. 

"This war fucks with all of us," Sirius added. "We all resolve to do things we wouldn't normally do." 

"The thing is," James said, shame weighing heavy on him, "I don't really find it in myself to regret it." 

He locked his eyes with Sirius, whose gaze betrayed no hint of judgement. 

"I'd do it again. For you." 

Sirius's eyes flashed with something unspoken as he wrapped his arms around James even tighter.  

After a few minutes, James fell asleep with a feeling of warm lips pressing a light kiss on his temple and barely a whisper saying something he would forget when he woke up in a few hours. 

"I'd do far worse for you, Prongs."

**