#cowbow

[ahiijny]

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was a blast to watch c:

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[superstupendoussims]

As clyde stood in front of her twin sister's casket, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and loss. Her sister, Bonnie, had passed away unexpectedly from falling from a great height and the grief was overwhelming.

As she listened to the pastor's words, Clyde couldn't help but notice her brother, Cameron Jr, walking into the church. But something was off about his appearance. Instead of the usual suit and tie one would be expected to wear to a funeral, he was dressed in jeans and a cowboy hat.Clyde's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched Cameron take a seat in the back of the church. She wanted to go talk to him and ask why he was dressed like that, but she couldn't bring herself to leave her sister's side.

After the service, Clyde made her way over to Cameron and gave him a hug. 'I'm glad you could make it,' she said softly.Cameron hugged her back and whispered, 'I wouldn't have missed it for the world.'

As they walked out of the church, clyde couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. 'Why are you dressed like that?' she asked, gesturing to his outfit.

Cameron took a deep breath before answering. 'I know this may seem odd, but Bonnie and I always talked about how we wanted to be remembered. She always said she wanted a celebration of life, not a somber funeral. So I decided to honor her wishes and dress in something she would have loved to see.'

Clydes's eyes filled with tears as she realized the thought and love behind Cameron's outfit choice. 'Thank you,' she said, squeezing his hand.Together, they walked to the burial site where they said their final goodbyes to Bonnie. And as they stood there, Clyde knew that her sister would have been smiling at the sight of her brother in his cowboy hat, celebrating her life in his own unique way.

[rimalyma]

Well if I was a cowboy 🤠 No, I couldn’t be a cowboy but I love 🐄 so yes I guess that’s enough 🐮 Day 3 for @peachtober #rimalyma #peachtober22 #cowbow #cow #taurus #sunset #independentartist #illustrator #illustrationart #womenofillustration #october (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjP5YdHK0nz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[butch--dean]

Head in my hands FOR 11 SEASONS CAS WAS GAY

[buckleydiazed]

I can't stop thinking about this. What if we get something like this

but it's Eddie riding Buck.

[aroaessidhe]

metal from heaven out today! here’s a few author tweets from recent months to perhaps convince you of it

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

What if cowboy!reader has an elderly neighbor who doesn't have any family, so he always goes over to their house so the don't feel lonely or sad...

Description: cowboy has an elderly neighbour

Warnings: none

A/N: Soo it's been a while but I finished this one up so was like 'hey may as well post it' and my tumblr is a bit dodge so it wouldn't tag all of you but yeah enjoy :)

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heids @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23 @supercriminalbean @honestlycasualarcade @caffeine-mess @1s3v3n1 @oddmiles @kevyee @stealing-kneecaps @criminalskies @woodandwaxwings @wizardmon3 @aphroditeslovr @ducks118 @azeal-peal @13thdoctor-run @introvertpan84 @goth-boi-atlas @iliketozoneout

"Mornin' Edith!" You chimed when she opens the door.

Edith gives you a smile, "Don't you have a girlfriend to stay at home with?" She raises an eyebrow as she let's you in. You turn to her with a gasp.

"Are you sayin' you don't love me?"

"That depends, did you bring the cookies?"

"You bet I did!" You chimed and she gives a smile.

"Then you're my favourite person." She gave you a wink as she made her way into the lounge - you followed, closing the door behind yourself.

Edith was the elderly woman who lived in the apartment next to you, she loved cookies and all treats sweet. Her skin was filled with wrinkles that emphasised her wisdom, her smile was contagious and her eyes twinkled. She was an absolute angel, she gave you advice, lots of hugs, and even gives you flowers sometimes if she knew you were having a bad day.

"What have you been up to this fine mornin'?"

"Not much," She muttered, sitting down in her arm chair, "I've started crocheting a blanket,"

"Crochet?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you sat in the arm chair next to her.

"It's like knitting, but not really at all," Edith shot you another smile.

"...Right," You paused for a moment, "I didn' understand a word of that,"

"It's simple really, we just double crochet in every stitch,"

"Double crochet?"

"Yeah, yarn over, go through, pull yarn over, yarn over, pull through two, yarn over, pull through two,"

"Right... You've lost me," Edith sighed.

"Just watch me." She said, you leant in closer, watching carefully.

"Ma'am, I just want you to know that I feel like I just witness magic," You said, shaking your head, "It's just- I don't understand how that works,"

"Well, like you said, magic." She winked. "Now, here's a hook and some wool. Now copy me."

You watched once more, following her step by step. When you reached the end of the row you beamed at her, "I did it!"

She chuckled slightly, "Of course you did it. You've got me as a teacher." She said, "Now, you need to chain two and turn your piece around,"

You watched once more before copying, she nodded. "Now, you're going to skip this stitch and go to the next one and repeat until you reach the end of the row."

"That's it?!"

"That's it," She nodded.

"I'm gonna make so many blankets..."

[st4rrmii]

A little Lu cheeb because I was desperately craving Lu merch and found a website to make keychains 💪💪💪

[lovebugjadebug]

am i tripping or is the sam audio locked

[koschei-the-ginger]

One night of sleeping like this would heal me forever I think

[mysandwichranaway]

oc-tober (from artfol) day 1: least drawn oc

this is isalin, they go by any pronouns, and they are married and have 3 kids. Their husband is a silly guy who likes to tend to his fruit trees. Isalin takes on a sort of mentor/guide role for sol in managing his depression and learning to live again. In the hunt for The beast, isalin chooses to go against authority enchanting their hunting gear in order to protect their family, unlike the other companions, who are seeking either redemption or revenge.

[deadmothsketches]

Howdy. 

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Gt July day 27: Distortion

[basic-weird]

YEEHAW!!!!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

And just because I love Laufey so much

Description: JJ and Cowboy hit a rough patch, the song is promise by Laufey (just in case you can't see it, Tumblr's being annoying for me)

Warnings: sadness :'), smoking

A/N: I'm just gonna leave this here... also thank for this, I've never heard this song before and am now obsessed! characters are a bit different to how I usually right them idk why it's just what happened lmao (also I'm hoping this tags everyone)

Taglist: @xweirdo101x@xdark-acadamiax@ara-a-bird@heidss@chubbyboyinflannel@pendragon-writes@migwayne@bigolgay@technikerin23@supercriminalbean@honestlycasualarcade@caffeine-mess@1s3v3n1@oddmiles@kevyeen@stealing-kneecaps@criminalskies@woodandwaxwings@wizardmon3@aphroditeslovr@ducks118@azeal-peal@13thdoctor-run@introvertpan84

JJ had been acting... Off all day. That was the only way you could think to word it. She just wasn't acting like herself and you had no clue. So, when Hotch sent you all back to the hotel for the rest of the night, once everyone had settled in their rooms, you left yours, gently knocking on her door.

When she opened it, she said nothing, simply moving to the side to let you in and close the door gently behind you. You looked at her, clearly concerned.

"JJ, what's goin' on?"

"I can't do this anymore." She admitted softly, frowning at you. "I'm so sorry."

"Do what?"

"This," She said, motioning between you. "Us."

"As in, our relationship?"

"I'm sorry,"

You looked at her, giving her a small nod. "It's okay, I understand." You answered. She was going through a lot right now. You weren't going to argue it. If this is what she wanted, then it didn't matter what you wanted. It didn't matter that the idea of her not in your life made it hard to breathe. It didn't matter that she was the reason you woke up in the mornings. It didn't matter. Because this wasn't about you. It was about her.

"See you tomorrow," You gave her a somber smile and gently closed her hotel room door on your way out. Leaving you out in the hallway, on your own. You gave a small sigh as you walked back to your own room.

You kept to yourself the next day, not offering up as many suggestions - only when necessary. There was no spitballing with Morgan and Prentiss, no actively asking Reid statistics.

This hurt more than anything. It felt like there was a hole in your chest and nothing would make it go away.

Eventually, Hotch pulled you to one side, you were clearly struggling with something and if the way JJ was acting was any sort of indicator, something had happened between the two of you.

"What's going on?" He asked, you looked at him, giving him your most convincing smile.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"No. You're not." He folded his arms as he spoke.

"It's nothing. I'll stop letting it affect my work sir," You muttered before walking back to the group, opening a file as you did so. No one really said anything after that.

Sixteen days. Sixteen long days. You hadn't spoken to her outside of work for sixteen days and it honestly felt like it was killing you slowly. In fact, you barely talked to her at work. You barely spoke to the team at all.

You found yourself stopping your usual weekend bake, when you felt anxious you couldn't find the motivation to bake - decided to just let it fester in the pit of your stomach. If it gave you an ulcer, it gave you an ulcer.

When JJ met and started dating Will, you started to hurt in a way you didn't even think was possible. Each breath felt like it was tearing your lungs apart. It was the last straw, in a way. You had held out for over two weeks, you had ignored how much you wanted a cigarette, you had made your way through five bags easy of sunflower seeds. But nothing was hitting those cravings.

It wasn't JJ's fault by any means. It was just how things were. You had slipped off the mentally well bandwagon and that had led to smoking again. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened to you - and as much as you hated it admit it, it probably wasn't the last, either.

But this time was... different, in a way. You no longer cared that it wasn't good for you. You didn't want to stop. And that meant not letting your team find out. So you'd smoke at night, during breaks, when you went alone on coffee runs, whenever you could without the team realising. It did mean, however, that you always carried gum and mints to make sure they didn't find out. You knew they would eventually, you just really, really didn't want it to be any time soon. If the team had noticed a change in your behaviour, they hadn't said anything. At least to your face anyway.

You met Will a month after JJ told the team about him, when he joined JJ to one of Rossi's family dinner. You were on edge as soon as you got there, wanting nothing more than a cigarette. JJ had given the team a small 'heads up' (not looking at you at all as she did).

"I'm thinking of bringing Will to Rossi's tonight," She said, giving the rest of the team a shy smile. They all smile back, stating how excited they were to meet him. You said nothing, she didn't look at you anyway, so it didn't really seem like she was looking for a response from you.

What did feel like a kick in the gut was actually seeing the two of them together a week later. You had told yourself repeatedly that you weren't going to get involved, but when you saw him on his own, you were approaching.

"Hey, er, (Y/N), right?" You nodded.

"I'll keep this short and sweet," You said and you're speaking before you could process you were speaking.

"Listen, you hurt her, disrespect her, do anything that may even hurt her in the slightest - feelin's or otherwise - I will kill you." You said, stepping closer, "I get it, I ain't her man no more, that's fine. But she's deserves better than you, better than both of us. So you need to treat her like it, you hear me?"

Will stares at you for a moment before he gives a small nod. "Good. Now prove to her that you're worth her time. 'Cause as far as I'm concerned, you ain't."

And with that, you left, fishing in your coat pocket for the cigarettes and lighter. You moved through the garden until you made it to his front yard, you were quick and efficient. When you were finished, you let yourself back in, running it under the cold tap before stuffing it into your back pocket. Only to then realise you had forgotten gum.

Holding back a sigh, you poured yourself a drink, which you shot back and placed the empty glass in the sink. You made sure to walk with confidence back to the rest of the group, ignoring how they all glanced at you in concern.

You knew you smelt of smoke but couldn't find it in yourself to care. A small part of your brain found itself asking if they really cared or if their concern was performative. Sure, Hotch had asked you what was wrong, Morgan had joked about missing your cookies, Spencer had sat next to you on the jet - quietly telling you random facts, and Prentiss would give you small smiles. Garcia would hand you one of her small figurines at the start of each case - that you would return at the end of the case and switch out for a new one when the next one began.

But you knew if it came to it, if it was you or JJ that you didn't stand a chance. And you weren't mad about it, you understood. They had known her longer. It just stung.

At some point during the night, Rossi sighed and sat next to you. "You wanna talk about it?"

"'M fine," You muttered, taking a swig of the beer you don't even remember picking up.

"It doesn't look it." He replied, "And you smell of smoke. Cigarette smoke."

You take another sip of your drink before you turn to Rossi, "Listen, I don't care if you tell Hotch or whatever, fine. But don't tell JJ, okay? She doesn't need to feel like shit 'cause I can't get a hold of myself, a'right?"

Rossi nods, "Okay, kiddo," He said, "I'm here if you need to talk though,"

You give him a small nod. You'd rather just fester with your feelings but you didn't want Rossi to feel bad. He sighed once more, patting your leg gently as he stood.

"And you're staying here tonight. You don't normally drink and you look like you're a lightweight."

[monarchisms]

when will the madness end