#cowboiz

[workroom-worksout]

SS23 Cowboiz in Rave party.

[pilotjohngrant]

[friend-called-boxcar]

i got fuckin spurs now street punk cowboiz

[moonmoonmon]

I strem

Drawin’ some cowboiz, darlin’s!!!

[tayaholic]

first she came for the fairies, then she came for the snakes, after that she came for the cowboiz, and now she really coming for the goths huh... we love a diverse queen

[eggzaki]

cowboiz

[jackcabot-moved]

I'm probably just gonna change my pre-order from Andromeda to RDR2. I'd just rather wait for it to go on sale in the Xbox store or some shit.

[pilotjohngrant]

Early on, Cass stopped by the Mojave Express, hoping a courier would be willing to take a message to one of her caravans.

Unfortunately, the only couriers available were too busy arguing over which one of them was the faster courier.

[reaperops]

COWBOIZ pic.twitter.com/ZMi7dQ8yO2

— JenJen@TB VicHall 23 (@JennieGyllblad)

September 7, 2017

[neatvideos]

Urban Cowboiz - NOWNESS from NOWNESS on Vimeo.

Stuttgart-based director Katharina Muske’s high energy film highlights a key component of the English and Irish Traveller culture - a strong kinship to their horses. Read more on NOWNESS - http://bit.ly/2fMMT4h

[happybp613]

Day 84: Happy Happy Lilly Day to PMox

[bradleypooler]

This girl doh. #winchester #m94 #32 #cowboiz

[oneyedkaneking]

So I decided to stop being a wuss.

And go on a quest to see my nonexistent talents, I started with a simple drawing in Paint of one of my favorite Dean Winchester's screen caps that I had.

Here's the original:

And here's mine:

And I don't want to brag or anything but I think it resembles the original to every little detail. This has opened my posibilities pertaining which career I might choose.

I guess that you should just try everything in life and see what you most excel in :)

I might try editing something in photoshop next or taking some Hipster picture, I might need some asistance in the gif-making though, because sadly I was too occupied playing Solitaire to listen to the teacher ramble on about gif-making. I regret it :(

[pilotjohngrant]

Fallout Films Friday #7 - High Plains Drifter (1973)

[pilotjohngrant]

Ford Callahan?

Ford Callahan.

[pilotjohngrant]

WIP

Thanks to @wafflesthedragonslayer​ for tagging me to show a WIP.

I haven’t really been working on anything recently but I was working on this Fallout thing a while back based around my courier Ford Callahan.

I’d thought I’d show off a bit of what I wrote...I should get back to it at some point.

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"Who the hell rides a brahmin across the Mojave?"

The four Jackal Gang members gathered around the brahmin, two of them had their guns raised up at the rider.

The rider sat back in the saddle with his arms folded, his eyes covered by the flat wide brim of his hat. On his thigh he kept a long six shooter with soft pale wooden grips but gave no indication that he'd be using it during this encounter.

One of the gang, a short wide man with a bald head, went to the head of the brahmin and prodded it's face with the barrel of his rifle. The rider saw and took notice of this.

"Look, only one head?" He looked up at the rider with a snide grin. "Takes a freak to ride a freak, I guess." He chided, looking to his comrades for vindication of his insult.

He was pulled roughly back by another man, who wore a suit jacket over his road leathers, an attempt to appear more well off than his fellow gang members. His orange hair was slicked back and he stood straighter than the other gang members.

"Quit it boys." As he gripped the bald gang member, eyeing the rest of his crew with a stern look. The rest of the men shifted back and formed a line. Satisfied, the leader turned his gaze to the rider.

"Alright waster, this is Jackal territory so you pay the toll, got it?" He sneered up as the rider simply sat there, arms still folded. He gave no indication he was paying attention.

There was a long pause until the rider finally spoke from beneath his hat.

"Uhh--no. I don't reckon that suits me." He stated softly. Or as softly as his gruff southern voice could allow.

The gang leader scoffed, the rider hadn't even looked at him. "You don't huh? How's that?"

The rider raised up his right hand swiftly and extended his index finger. The Jackals shifted their eyes to the moment.

"Listen mister, it's been a long journey. Can't ya jus' cut me some slack and lemme pass?" He gave a slight shrug and pointed to the road ahead, behind the gang. 

"And what exactly do we get outta that deal?"

The rider gave no reply.

"That’s what I thought. Look, I'll make it simple: supplies and caps give it all up." The leader decided he was going to shoot this 'cowboy'  anyway and that he would most-likely be doing him a favour. Thinking he could talk his way out of a hold up like this, he wouldn't last long out here.

The rider moved his right hand to his face and began to scratch his chin, the other gang members kept their eye on the movement. They all gripped their weapons.

"Then, you and your little freak here can carry on with your heads still attached." The leader punctuated his point by jabbing his rifle into the side of the brahmin's head. The animal let out a deep pained whine.

If the gang could have seen the rider's glare they might have just run but all they saw was a man scratching his chin in thought.

The lack of response became unbearable and the leader lost patience, he raised his rifle erratically. 

"Look this isn’t--"

The sentence was never finished. Four shots echoed all around the wasteland road. Three bodies hit the floor. One corpse stood for just a moment.

"What...the...hell…?" The leader spluttered before falling face down in the dusty road. The yellow sand started to seep with the crimson colour of Jackal blood.

Ford Callahan threw one leg over the other side of the saddle and hopped off to the ground. He moved over to pat the brahmin’s head affectionately.

“Don't listen to 'em, girl. You ain't a freak." He softly spoke as he took out some corn and fed it to his 'trusty steed'.

He then carefully marched over to the bodies that lay in the dirt and took the limited salvage they had. The gangs had become quite desperate since the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and Ford almost felt sorry for them.

"You just shouldn't have touched my brahmin" He muttered as he returned back and climbed into the saddle.

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I don’t normally tag people so I’ll say if you see this and you got something you wanna show, go for it!