#drifting cowboys

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Hank Williams Sr, Drifting Cowboys, & Minnie Pearl

[escapistblogmusic]

https://escapistblogmusic.wordpress.com/2023/02/28/i-heard-that-lonesome-whistle-by-hank-williams-with-his-drifting-cowboys/

[countrysongpolls]

This song is I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry by Hank Williams. The genre according to Genius is: Country.

Lyrics under the cut.

Awful pretty song I think one of the prettiest things that I ever had the pleasure of comin' up with I'm So Lonesome, I Could Cry

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome, I could cry

I've never seen a night so long And time goes crawling by The moon just went behind the clouds To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep When leaves begin to die? Like me, he's lost the will to live I'm so lonesome, I could cry

The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple sky And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome, I could cry

That's a good one It's a lonesome song, ain't it? Ain't that lonesome, woo Now you can't get any much lonesome right, can you? Want to whip a will so lonesome it can't fly He done got lonesome, man He needs some company, bad

Please feel free to justify your answer in the tags!

[silver-stargazing]

aggressively arospec week: arospec headcanons (aromantic)

The *Hits my favorite classic movies with the arospec beam* Edition:

◦ Mary Poppins from Mary Poppins

◦ Klaatu from The Day The Earth Stood Still

◦ Paul Bäumer from All Quiet on the Western Front

◦ The Man with No Name from The Dollars Trilogy

[Image ID: Four images of characters against the five-stripe green aromantic flag. Image 1: Mary Poppins from Mary Poppins. She's wearing a blue dress, a black hat and is giving a faint smile. Image 2: Klaatu from The Day The Earth Stood Still. He is wearing a shiny sweater and looking off to the side. His image is in black-and-white. Image 3: Paul Bäumer from All Quiet on the Western Front. He has cropped short hair and is wearing an army uniform. His image is in black-and-white. Image 4: The Man with No Name from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. He's dressed in brown-colored western apparel (wide-brimmed hat and a poncho) and is smoking a cigar. /end ID]

[lunarfeat21]

I was on a cowboy/shattered glass phase, combine those two into this and I am proud of it! (Plus song that give birth to this!)

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As you can see here, this is the wanted poster of the 'Nasty Stingers', a group of nefarious outlaws that are after lost ancient relics, looting, frauds, and often clashed with Sheriff Steeljaw and his gang.

Led by the treacherous scout Bumblebee (after the exile of Warlord Optimus), he founded the Stingers consisting of ex-elite guard Strongarm, malicious troublemaker Sideswipe, criminally smart dinobot Grimlock, rogue bounty hunter Drift accompanied by thieves Jetstorm and Slipstream, and finally duo father-son frauds Denny and Russell Clay.

Rewards for their capture is hefty (ranging from 4,000-6,000 Shanixs)

Also when I finished sketching, I had a rough time selecting a brush that gives a griddy texture than my usual. Regardless, it was fun messing with different brushes!

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The Nasty Stingers (colorised)

(Not to mention, would it be funny that the Stingers made their way to the RiD universe and take the groups' place, i.e. changing colors and stuff? Except the optics lol)

[tonguetyd]

VEE-HAW 🤠🎭

[ravewing]

draw a cowboy. grin

yee haw

[cowboyskeletons]

baseball amiright

[thespoonisvictory]

I'm obsessed with Faye and Electra both being short black-haired beauty in a red jacket with a lot of skill and attitude, and how the movies uses that. Vincent asks Faye to stay alive with him in part because even if he doesn't remember Electra, her memory is still subconsciously influencing him. And Spike? Electra is Faye without it being serious, so it can be an outlet. He can be open with her because it doesn't mean anything, not really. Because it would mean something with Faye.

Vincent's loneliness is analogous to Spike's, in a way, and I wonder if that comparison is what led him to tell her he needed her to help him like That, and what made her understand the gravity of it so quickly.

[kdo-three]

Hank Williams with His Drifting Cowboys - Lost Highway (1949) Leon Payne from: "You're Gonna Change (or I'm Gonna Leave)" / "Lost Highway" (78RPM 10" Shellac Single) "Lost Highway" / "I've Just Told Mama Goodbye" (45RPM 7" Single) "Hank Williams Sings Vol. 2" (EP)

Country | Honky-Tonk

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Hank Williams: Vocals / Guitar Zeb Turner: Lead Guitar Don Davis: Steel Pedal Guitar Dale Potter: Fiddle Clyde Baum: Mandolin Jack Shook: Rhythm Guitar Ernie Newton: Bass

Produced by Fred Rose

Recorded: @ The Castle Studio located in The Tulane Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee USA on March 1, 1949

10" 78 Released: on September 9, 1949 MGM Records

Published by Acuff-Rose Music August 5, 1949

"Lord, I've paid the cost on the Lost Highway"

[odk-2]

Hank Williams with His Drifting Cowboys - Lost Highway (1949) Leon Payne from: "You're Gonna Change (or I'm Gonna Leave)" / "Lost Highway" (78RPM 10" Shellac Single) "Lost Highway" / "I've Just Told Mama Goodbye" (45RPM 7" Single) "Hank Williams Sings Vol. 2" (EP)

Country | Honky-Tonk

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Hank Williams: Vocals / Guitar Zeb Turner: Lead Guitar Don Davis: Steel Pedal Guitar Dale Potter: Fiddle Clyde Baum: Mandolin Jack Shook: Rhythm Guitar Ernie Newton: Bass

Produced by Fred Rose

Recorded: @ The Castle Studio, Located in The Tulane Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee USA on March 1, 1949

10" 78 Released: on September 9, 1949

MGM Records

Published by Acuff-Rose Music August 5, 1949

"Lord, I've paid the cost on the Lost Highway"

[kunigrim]

also when i talk about my au i want anyone reading to envision like. a very southern, warm, grainy appearance/feel to it. the sound of cicadas during the day, the sun beating down on your skin and giving you sunburn, miles upon miles of empty now empty corn fields, the chill that night brings with frogs croaking and crickets chirping in the trees.

i wanted to capture that southern gothic feel, and i love the idea of a genshin au taking place in something like that. previously mentioned that i love twd and tlou, so of course i had to, and as someone that does live in the south it just feels familiar. but i do keep the cities in mind, they’re kinda similar to how cities work in tlou — safe zones, craters from bombs, leaning skyscrapers that are overgrown from nature reclaiming them. i could discuss this all day but you get the point

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ imagine riding cowboy!logan. 18+

logan loves how you look when you ride him, particularly tonight, watching his cowboy hat shake every time you slam down on him. he'd placed it upon your head the second you settled down on his cock.

his hands are planted on your hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he watches you pump up and down on his throbbing length. those calloused thumbs rub back and forth against your skin, a silent praise while his gaze through hooded lids remains fixated on you.

he watches, mesmerised, catching small glimpses of your flushed face beneath the hat. it suits you, he thinks, more than it does himself. logan can't quite make out your features underneath the shadow of the brim, but he can hear the moans that slip out each time you let yourself glide down onto him.

"that's it," he coos, "take what you want. . ."

you plant your hands on his fuzzy chest, attempting to gain some leverage as you lift yourself higher, trying to get him impossibly deeper.

"greedy lil' thing, aren't you?" logan groans, lifting his hips on your next fall to really drive into you, "yeah, just like that. . . fuck, you look so good up there for me."

your head spins with his praise, his compliments and you work yourself harder. you clamp around him, eyes fluttering closed as you raise your hand, placing it on the base of his hat to keep it steady on your head.

"c'mon, ride me," he rolls his hips, teasing you as if you're not already working yourself to the bone on his length, "ride me, pretty thing, get yourself off on my cock."

if he didn't feel so fucking good, you'd bite back at his teasing. gripping his hat, you tilt your head back and moan into the air, bouncing with practiced ease. you take him so well, your body remembering every throbbing vein and impressive length.

his eyes drift across your face as you expose it to him, your head tilted back with the moonlight illuminating your features finally. he grins, something about seeing your face twisted in pleasure while wearing his hat has his cock twitching inside you, watching you use him to cum. . .

he'd chase this sight forever, fuck you forever, if he could.

logan promptober day 6 - cowboy

[alphabetatoes]

a.n.: told yall id do it at some point (happy early birthday to me)

c.w.: mdni, 18+

cowboy!nanami who works as a ranch hand on the gojo family estate. as a daughter of the gojo heads, you meet the young man on his first day. immediately swept away by his charm, you know you’re done for. and he falls like putty through your hand, enamored by your kindness. the fact that he’s absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty is a plus

cowboy!nanami who’s calloused hands are ever smooth on yours when he goes to draw your attention, careful not to scare you. his nimble feet working with horses make him stealthy, and unsuspecting to those he approaches.

cowboy!nanami who makes a habit of bringing you the fresh eggs and dairy he harvests each day, as he takes note when you mention how much you enjoy baking. 

and cowboy!nanami gets to reap the fruits of his labor, as you bring him new goods to try out during his breaks. the compliments drip from his tongue as he gushes and exalts your talents. he’s never been more certain that his love language comes in the form of food than when he’s reveling in the delectable treats you’ve brought him.

cowboy!nanami who builds up the courage to ask you on a date. a polite (and beautifully scenic) picnic on the estate, with wine from the orchard and fresh produce from the farm. and it's quite the juxtaposition how the stoic cowboy needs to build up the confidence to ask you on this date, nervous as to not overstep.

cowboy!nanami pushing back a strand of hair that falls in your face, moving it out of the way to paint a clear canvas as he leans in for a chaste kiss. you grasp onto his broad shoulders for better footing, and cowboy!nanami knows he's done for.

those calloused hands once again returning as cowboy!nanami draws circles over your clit. the tender motion sending shock waves of electricity through your body. and how cowboy!nanami praises his pretty girl for taking his fingers so well.

the gentle burn of how cowboy!nanami’s cock stretches you doesn't go unnoticed, but his gentle guidance adds a new level of pleasure to the experience. he looks at you with nothing but adoration, smitten by the way you’ve not only taken him, but allowed him to see a more intimate part of you.

cowboy!nanami guides you through your orgasm, his praise continuing as you ride out your high. and cowboy!nanami makes it a point to clean you up after, drawing you into him in comfort as you slowly drift off to sleep.

[beloved-little-coffee-shop]

Pick a song and tell your ocs back story from how their parents met.

Alone and Forsaken - Hank Williams and Drifting Cowboy

Tw! Suicide, gun, blood and illness mentions.

I dunno if saying "Bastard child" is a tw but it's just me saying that they weren't married when they had Cirius.

We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold

Cirius' parents had just met... They fell in love almost instantly.. He claimed he'd never fall in love.

The pastures were green and the meadows were gold

But she claimed that she'd help him figure out his emotions. He hid his love from her..

Our love was in flower as summer grew on

When he confessed, they were together for a year, and had a bastard child. Cirius was born.

Her love like the leaves now have withered and gone

A few years after Cirius was born, she got ill... Cirius was only 5, almost 6, when his mother passed away...

The roses have faded, there's frost at my door

His father couldn't cope with his love's death...

The birds in the morning don't sing anymore

Soon, in the winter when Cirius was 6, his father grabbed his own gun,

The grass in the valley is starting to die

And when Cirius came into his father's room, there was blood splattered on the walls.

And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry

Cirius ran out and dialed 9-1-1, sobbing and pleading for help.

Alone and forsaken by fate and by man

He explained how his father had shot himself and he was sobbing the whole time.

Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand

The paramedics arrived at his house but... His father couldn't be saved.

Oh, please understand

His father passed when he was only 6.

Oh, where has she gone to? Oh, where can she be?

When Cirius was 16 he started working at Étincelle coffeehouse.

She may have forsaken some other like me

He met a few nice people but... Regardless of having those friends and co-workers..

She promised to honor, to love, and obey

He still felt alone.

Each vow was a plaything that she threw away

It was 4 years of working in the coffee shop and he payed for a decent apartment...

The darkness is falling, the sky has turned gray

He would still feel alone no matter who he was around.

A hound in the distance is starting to bey

He would always wonder how his parents would act if they saw him,

I wonder, I wonder what she's thinking of

Like he was? Working at a coffeehouse.. in an apartment alone..

Forsaken, forgotten without any love

No girlfriend... Not even a roommate.

Alone and forsaken by fate and by man

One day, the day he turned 29,

Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand

He didn't feel alone. He made a friend. And he didn't feel alone anymore.

Oh, please understand..

But he'd always remember the day he lost his mom. The day he lost his dad.

[moonstruckme]

could i request poly!wolfstar or poly!jily where they’re pursuing reader and reader accidentally matches with them (like matching costumes) at a halloween party?

i think the teasing and flirting would be so cute!! 🥰

Thanks for requesting!

cw: mention of alcohol, smoking, Sirius makes lame and humorously objectifying jokes

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You arrive to the party late, the Gryffindor common room already bustling by the time you and your friends have finished doing your last-minute costume alterations. There are glowing pumpkins floating on the ceiling, someone has charmed the room so that a thick layer of fog drifts along the floor, and the air already smells slightly of booze and cigarette smoke. 

You lose Lily’s attention immediately, but that’s to be expected. You’re more than accustomed by now to her searching for her boyfriend whenever you enter a room. What’s unexpected, however, is her reaction when she finds him.

“Uh oh.” 

“Uh oh?” You look at her, following her gaze to the couch across the room. “Oh. Oh, no.” 

Lily laughs. “It sort of seems like fate, doesn’t it? I think it’s sweet.” 

Sitting on their usual couch are the marauders. James, predictably, is wearing a costume matching Lily’s; they’ve both come as cowboys. Unfortunately, Sirius and Remus are sitting next to him dressed as pirates. 

You’re also dressed as a pirate. 

“It’s not sweet,” you moan. “If I go back up, do you think Marlene will make me some of her fake blood? I can change and be a vampire instead.” 

Lily hums. “Think it’s too late for that, babe.” 

She’s looking back towards the couch, where the boys have already caught sight of the pair of you. Sirius is beaming something atrocious, and even Remus looks amused while his boyfriend waves you over exuberantly. 

Lily takes your hand in hers, tugging you with her as she goes to them. 

“Howdy, darlin’.” James puts on an exaggerated southern drawl as you approach, opening his arms to his girlfriend. 

“My, my,” says Sirius as you sit between him and Lily, “don’t you look nice.” 

You ignore the warmth that brings to your face. “The point wasn’t really to look nice.” 

Your costume is thrown together from things you already had, the only thing that really distinguishes you as a pirate being the bandana you’ve tied around your head. Remus appears to have gone a similar route, although the white shirt he’s tucked into his pants looks a bit more on-theme than yours and he’s clearly been forced to wear an eye patch which is currently flipped up so that it’s not covering anything. Sirius, of course, does nothing halfway. He’s wearing a billowy black top that’s been unbuttoned nearly to his navel, more belts and buckles than you knew one person could have, and a captain’s hat he surely bought just for the occasion. Altogether, you make a fairly fearsome group. 

“Not sure you can help it, gorgeous.” Sirius winks at you. “You always look nice. Did you plant a spy to find out what you needed to wear to match us, then?” 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “I should probably be asking you that.” 

“Must’ve just been fate,” Sirius says. It’s so close to what Lily said that your cheeks blaze, but you also don’t know if you quite believe him. Remus, too, turns to give his boyfriend a questioning look. 

Sirius catches it and scoffs, holding up his hands. “I didn’t! Honestly.” 

Remus nods, appeased. In a less booming voice than his boyfriend’s, he tells you, “You do look very nice.” 

“Thanks.” You catch yourself fingering the ends of your hair like a nervous schoolgirl and tuck your hands underneath your thighs. “So do both of you.” 

Sirius grins knowingly, and you have to fight the urge to shove your face into Lily’s shoulder for refuge. He knows as well as you do that for all of his brazen flirting, it’s Remus’ quiet sincerity that flusters you the most. You’re not sure when it started, exactly, but it’s been clear for some time now that both boys are interested in you. You’re not sure in what capacity—they could want to take you to bed for one night, integrate you into their relationship, or anything in between—but as of yet you’ve neither encouraged nor discouraged their advances. 

“Thanks, dollface.” Sirius gives a winsome crack of a smile. “You know, I’ve already acquired some booty, but I wouldn’t mind winning some more.” 

“Sirius…” Remus groans.

You feel your eyebrows pinch. “Some what?” 

“You know, like pirate’s loot? My booty.” Sirius sidles closer to Remus, giving his thigh a solid pat. 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “I will leave you here and go back upstairs right now.” It sounds as though this is not the first time this has been threatened. 

“I worked hard for it!” Sirius defends himself. 

You cover your mouth against an appalled giggle. “It?” 

“I toiled, and I fought, and I had to battle many other fearsome ships! It’s mine.” 

“Remus,” you stage whisper, “blink twice if you need help.” 

Remus’ smile blooms, but when he starts to blink Sirius objects, “Oi!” 

“No,” you correct him, “you’re supposed to say ‘arr.’”

Sirius is grinning again, too, clearly chuffed that you’re joking around with them even if it is at his expense. “If I say ‘arr,’ you’ll agree to be my second booty for the rest of the night?” 

“I won’t make any promises. But it would be persuasive.” 

He growls enthusiastically, “Arrrrgh!” and slams his fist down on the table. The sound it makes is enough to tear James and Lily’s attention away from each other. 

“Merlin,” says James. “Did’ya hurt yourself there, Pads?” 

“No,” Sirius replies, but he gives his hand a little shake. 

Remus, rolling his eyes, takes it and kisses the side. He brings it into his lap for safekeeping. Your heart gives a painful little throb. 

You must have some stupid lovestruck look on your face, because Lily peers around James to see you better, a smile playing on her lips. She knows about your crushes on the two boys, just as well as she knows that you haven’t decided what to do about them yet. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to help you along. 

“Come on,” she says to James, standing and taking him with her. “Let’s dance, and I’ll let you pretend to lasso me.” 

James beams. “Yes!” 

You watch them go while Sirius seizes the opportunity to move to your other side, the three of you taking up the entirety of the couch. 

“Phew,” he sighs, swinging his feet over the armrest. 

“You may want to take your legs out of the fog,” Remus suggests, also using the new space to bring his feet onto the couch. “It gets sticky after a while.” 

You frown but do as he says, pulling your feet from your shoes so that only your socks are on the couch. And sure enough, when you touch a finger to your ankle it feels like there’s an odd sort of coating over it. 

“I thought it was just fog,” you say. 

“It was supposed to be,” agrees Sirius, “but James entrusted the task of making it to Marlene, and there are some who think she might’ve laced it with some sort of drink.” 

“I’m some,” Remus owns. 

You smile. “So is the point that you should be able to…drink the fog?”

“No clue.” Sirius leans over the edge of the couch. “Let’s find out.” 

“Sirius, no,” Remus says weakly, trailing off when it’s clear the other boy won’t be deterred. You both watch as he sucks in what fog he can, closing his mouth around it. “That’s disgusting, everyone’s been walking around in it.” 

“I think it might be brandy,” Sirius muses. “It’s faint, though.” 

Remus frowns. “I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth.” 

Sirius grins. “Yes, you are.” 

“We’ll see, won’t we?” 

“Wouldn’t you rather just get your own drink?” you ask Sirius. “Rather than sampling the faint traces of brandy that have been touched by other people’s shoes, I mean.” 

“Oh, rest assured, gorgeous, I’m all covered.” Sirius picks a cup up from the table. He seems to notice at the same moment that you don’t have a cup of your own. “Would you like one, though?” 

You glance to the table cluttered with alcohol and mixers, a throng of students clustered around it. “I’ll get one in a bit.” 

“Let me.” Sirius stands. He edges around the table, stopping to pinch your chin affectionately and give his boyfriend a kiss. “Rem, my love, keep her company, would you?” 

“You don’t have to,” you object. “I can get it.” 

“No, don’t be ridiculous. A pirate has to take care of his booty, hasn’t he?” 

“I never agreed to that!” you call after him. In a quieter voice, you add, “And I don’t think that’s how the relationship between a pirate and their booty works.” 

“Let him go,” Remus advises you. You startle a bit when his hand finds your knee, resting there in fond commiseration. “If he’s going to degrade us like this, he can at least bring us drinks.” 

You feel your lips tilt. “Are you really going to let him call you his booty all night?” 

“Probably.” Remus shrugs, his eyes finding his boyfriend across the room. “Anyway, it’s nice not to be alone in it. As far as he’s concerned, you’re already his as well.”