#jose chavez y chavez

[lichtdann]

"¡Billy!, terminemos el juego"

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No he encontrado muchos dibujos de ellos aAAaAa y aunque no me dedico a hacer fanarts quería dibujar a Doc y a Chávez x'd

[chickenshitcowboy]

Chavez used Doc’s hat to collect peyote…

You guys…

That’s. Doc’s hat.

Why?

Cute.

[ablogofcourage]

[disdaidal]

I was tagged by @gayles55 and @silvermoon-scrolls to post my 9 favorite characters. It was impossible for me to pick just nine, so I picked a little more. :'D I'm all about breaking rules, heh.

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Ellen Ripley (Alien trilogy)

Cahir (The Witcher)

Haldir (Lord of the Rings)

Tess (The Last of Us)

Nil (Horizon Zero Dawn)

Jose Chavez y Chavez (Young Guns)

Sarah Connor (Terminator 2)

Iolaus (Hercules: the Legendary Journeys)

Cara Mason (Legend of the Seeker)

Nick Clark (Fear the Walking Dead)

Octavia Blake (The 100)

I'm tagging @catzy88 @morewyckedthanyou @dandysnob @suometar @hotdadlicense @godidontevenknowwhat. If you don't want to do this, no pressure. If you want to do this, but weren't tagged, consider yourselves tagged by me. <3

[astralbondpro]

Young Guns (1988) // Dir. Christopher Cain

[slutforbuck]

Longing - Part 3

P1 P2

By the time you made it back to the ranch, you had cried yourself to sleep. Tears stained Chavez’s black shirt, and his coat was wrapped around your shoulders. Dick gently pulled you from your safe space in Chavez’s arms while he dismounted. Silently, Chavez took you from Dick and carried you to your room. Your eyes opened as your tense body fell against the softness of the mattress, and the agony from the morning hit you again. Frantically your eyes searched the room for comfort and you choked back a sob. “Chavez..Please. Please tell me he isn’t gone. Please.” It felt as if Murphy himself was ripping Chavez’s heart out of his chest while watching the tears fall freely from your eyes, your body shaking from the sobs and heartache. He pulled you to him, holding you so tight that he may crush you. The two of you sat that way, clinging to each other like burrs on a saddle. When all your tears had been cried, you listened. Silence. Something you had always craved, but was now so unwelcome.

You stood surrounded by your boys, Alex, and Susan as your father was laid to rest. “For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God, in his wise providence, to take out of this world the soul of our deceased brother, we therefore commit his body to the ground. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.” Susan led you to the wagon while Alex led the boys to JP Wilson. “You can stay with us for as long as you need to Y/n. I know how hard it will be to try to go home now.” You gave her a soft smile as Alex joined you, driving you towards home.

“Deputized?! Alex no! First of all I was his DAUGHTER! I should be there right along with them. Am I not allowed justice? And second, you’re going to let hot-headed Bonney go off with AUTHORITY?” “Y/n. You are a lady.” Alex’s voice grew stern as he send an almost disapproving look to you. “I know that you are more than capable of taking care of this and yourself, but this is not something you need to do. As for Billy, he has five other level headed young men to keep his straight. They’ll serve their eleven warrants, and it will all be over.”

For days you were a nervous wreck. There had been no word from or about the boys, and worry began gnawing at your thoughts. Your nail beds had become red and raw from anxiously picking at them. Mindlessly, you floated towards the barn searching for a distraction. Before you could reach it, Alex came riding up the road pulling the wagon to a stop next to you. “Any news, Alex?” Your voice was soft and quiet, but full of hope and worry awaiting any news of your boys. Alex sighed as the paper passed into your hands. “You may have been right about Billy.” He snapped the reins and headed to the house, leaving the dust swirling around you. “"Nine men lay dead or at death's door yesterday noon following a gunfight between Lincoln resident Henry Hill, forty-five, and what patrons have called a ‘kid’. A local miner has identified 'the Kid’ as one Henry McCarthy, also known as William H. Bonney, nineteen or twenty. In a flaming shootout 'the Kid', Billy, killed Mr. Hill then took on an onslaught of Hill's partisans bringing the damage to six verified slayings. Bonney is believed to be the captain of a deputized gang.” Murphy is going to kill them all.

chavez pov

There had to be a way out of the mess Billy had created for them, and Chavez only knew one way to find the answer. Snow crunched beneath his bare feet as he searched the ground, gathering what he needed. Darkness soon surrounded the Regulators, with only a soft light from the fire to illuminate the cup being passed around the circle. “We've come to a place where we are lost, no? When an Indian is lost, he must reach into the spirit world to find the way. On the Spirit Road, he'll be shown a sign. This is the way to the Spirit Road. We're lost right now. But I'll find us the way.” Steve rolled his eyes as the cup made its way to him, “Oh Christ, Chavez! That's all we need is some more of your red-ass Navajo mambojahambo. We're running out of time here, Chavez.” “Is that any good? Chavez, what is that?” Charley looked worried looking at the cup being passed around. A simple reply was given, “Peyote.”

The sun was rising over the mountains, the light slowly filtering through the dust and smoke surrounding Chavez on the ledge he was standing atop. Slowly he turned facing North. East. South. The land was red and the rivers ran with blood in every direction. There must be a way. Please Great Spirits, show me the way. Turning to the west, the blood vanished. A woman turned to greet him, her arms outstretched and her hair flowing in the soft breeze. He reached towards her, only to watch her be pulled onto a golden brown mare and riding off towards Old Mexico. West.

[thebunnywholaughsx99]

REGULATORS 🐎

[phantombandit-films]

✨Chavez Appreciation Post Part 2✨

[rmbrshit]

For her

the ocean was more than a dream,

it was a place

she needed to visit to find herself.

and when she returned

to the city,

you could see

the sun in her eyes,

the wind in her hair,

and taste the infinite salt

on her lips.

-jose chaves

thoughts: i feel deeply connected to this poem, a poem i randomly stumbled upon when i was younger and was intensely searching for myself. it s been a lot of time since then, a lot of trial and error, but now i can proudly say that u can see the sun in my eyes, the wind in my hair and taste the salt on my lips.

[hollandhock]

This started a fight

A Continuation of the Young Guns / Weezer thing

(I would apologize but I'm not sorry 😶)

[chickenshitcowboy]

no thoughts, only chavez in YGII

[pnwdagnabbit]

“The Round-Up Regulators” - from top left to bottom right: Jose Chavez y Chavez; Charles Bowdre; “Dirty Steve” Stephens; Christian “CJ” Wade; Matthew Rogers; Jimmy “JJ” Montgomery

[goya-65]

El Gringo dice: - Hola, de donde eres?

El Mexicano responde: - Hola, soy de México

Gringo: - Aahh! La tierra del Chapo Guzmán, los narcos, la marihuana, crimenes y extorsiones.

Mexicano - Disculpe es usted adicto, verdad?

Gringo - No!!! ¿por qué?

Mexicano: -Porque si usted fuera deportista me habría identificado con Ana Guevara, Hugo Sanchez, Julio Cesar Chavez, el Finito López, El chicharito Hernández, el Canelo Alvarez, Rafael Márquez, etc.

Y si usted fuera culto, me habría preguntado sobre las grandes culturas como los Mayas, los Aztecas, los Olmecas, los Chichimecas.

Y si usted hubiera viajado me preguntaría por nuestras ruinas arqueológicas, ciudades coloniales, las grandes megalópolis o nuestras exhuberantes playas, incluso por nuestra biodiversidad de selvas, playas, desiertos o bosques.

Me habría identificado con nuestros grandes pintores, Diego Rivera, Rufino Tamayo, Frida Khalo, José Clemente Orozco, o nuestros compositores: Agustín Lara, Consuelo Velázquez, Armando Manzanero, Juan Gabriel, Jose Alfredo Jimenez, o nuestros escritores y poetas: Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Juan Rulfo, Octavio Paz, Juan José Arreola, Elena Poniawtoska, Amado Nervo, Jaime Sabines, o nuestros inventores y científicos: Manuel Mondragón, Guillermo González Camarena, Luis Ernesto Miramontes, nuestros cineastas: Ismael Rodríguez, Emilio Fernández, Alfonso Cuarón, Guillermo del Toro, Alejandro González Iñárritu, Emmanuel Lubezki e incluso Luis Buñuel que siendo español adopto la nacionalidad mexicana.

Y si usted fuera un gourmet me habría preguntado por los Tamales, la Cochinita Pibil, el Mole, el Adobo, los chilaquiles, los Chiles en nogada, el Guacamole, el Pan de Muerto, etc. Por nuestras bebidas: el pulque, tequila, mezcal, los vinos y las cervezas.

Sin embargo, veo que solo conoce al proveedor de su adicción!!!

Sólo quiero probarle que México es mucho más de lo que la gente ignorante cree. Que somos muchos mexicanos honestos, que incluso si no nos conoce le abriremos las puertas de nuestra casa y le encantará conocernos y visitarnos, porque Mexico es aún muchísimo más maravilloso de lo que yo pueda contarle!! 🇲🇽

Así que cuidado Extranjero, Lee y conoce para poder Opinar y Calificar !!

🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

MesPatrio2023 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

[slutforbuck]

Longing - Part 2

P1 P3

You were trying not to laugh at William ’s attempt to feed the pigs when they rode in that afternoon. The sound of horses alerted you before you ever saw them.

“Daddy! You better come quickly!” You stood tall and proud as Murphy rode towards you with a smirk across his slimy fcae. Your father came to stand next to you. “Good afternoon, gentlemen.” “Good afternoon John.” Sheriff Brady leaned forward on his saddle horn to address your father. “Mr. Dolan and Mr. Murphy are complaining about their merchandise wagon being plundered. They think you’re behind it.” In sync, you and Dick started forward, “That’s a fargin’ lie and you know it!” “Richard. Y/n.” Dick backed down, but you stayed on edge. “Mr. Murphy is going to continue coming to you and claiming I’ve taken his property until I’m pronounced a thief and shaken out of Lincoln. I’ve never touched his property. I have no cause.” “Well! The Belted Earl has spoken.” Murphy locked onto your eyes, immediately making you uneasy. “Look behind you Earl. All I see are hired thieves. Shame such a pretty girl has to be here with this filth. You could have a fine place with me lass.” The men with Murphy and Brady laughed, all knowing exactly the place Murphy had in mind. “You son of a bi—“ Your words were cut off when Chavez yanked you back, covering your mouth. His soft whispers tickled your ear, “No querida. Not now. Things will only be worse.” You watched as Murphy dropped from his horse, whispering harshly to your father. Chavez pulled you behind him, shielding you from the men’s view. Peering from behind his arm, you watched Murphy mount his horse, readying himself to depart. “You are ambitious Earl. But you’d be better off selling ladies’ undergarments in Hamstead. Get ready for hell!” With the last threat, the group rode off back towards town. You stayed in your place behind Chavez until your father came for you. “Thank you for protecting her. I’ve got her.” Chavez’s warm gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then he turned away. John looped your arm through his and guided you back inside. “Pay him no mind Y/n. He’s just a cruel old man.” But there was more to Mr. Murphy than just cruelty. You could tell from the cloud’s in your father’s eyes that he was worried.

Knock. Knock. “Y/n, dear, could you get that?” You weren’t sure who to expect when you opened the door, no on e really came out to the ranch, and none of the boys knocked. A tall, lanky young man stood at the door, bags tossed carelessly over his shoulders. “May I help you?” The door was open just wide enough for half your body to be seen, and the young man looked taken aback. “Uh, I’m sorry ma’am. I must be at the wrong place. I’m looking for the Tunstall ranch.”“You found it.” The door swung wide, and you were shooed away, barley catching the young man’s name. McCloskey.

William accompanied you and your father into town in the days leading up to New Year’s. William needed nice clothes, and you were allowed a new dress. William and your father smiled as you stepped onto the shop’s porch in your new dress. “Why Miss. Tunstall you look mighty nice!” You smiled at William and gave a twirl, “You clean up nicely too William.” John went to ready the wagon and William helped you up into the seat. “Y/n, I’m mighty thankful for you and John welcoming me in the way you have.” “You’re family now Billy.”

Waiting outside the ranch home, the boys watched as Chavez threw his knives into the well bucket and admired his skill. Shots were fired from the roof, startling them all. “Regulators!” William’s laughter died down, and the men all looked towards John. Charlie was the first to speak, “Y/n’s coming isn’t she?” “Who gets to be her escort this year?” The men’s voices began to merge with each other, all eager to see you. Before John could answer, you stepped out onto the porch. “To answer your questions: Yes, I am coming. And no, I do not need an escort. I would like a dance with each of you tonight though.” The boys all grinned and agreed, while your father walked you to the wagon.

You sat with Charlie, Steve, and McCloskey laughing at Billy’s attempt to dance. The music slowed, and eyes fell on you from feet away. Chavez came to you, gently pulling you to your feet. You laid your head onto his chest, and he pulled you tightly against him. Softly, your eyes closed, and you inhaled, drinking in his scent. Warm leather and worn wood filled your senses as he silently swayed and twirled you to the music. As the song came to a close, you looked up to meet his eyes. Dark and earthy like the ground after a fresh rain, illuminated gold by the flickering fire. He leaned in to you, impossibly close. His warm breath fanned across your lips, but just before he melted into you, gunshots rang out. “Happy New Year!” His lips were so close you could feel his words on yours, “Happy New Year querida.”

The sun had just begun to rise on the ride back, and the boys were joyfully singing off key. Your father looked to you, but you were still back in Lincoln, dancing with Chavez. “What’s on your mind dear?” Your eyes kept a far off look, and your voice was soft. “Daddy, how did you know you were in love with Mother?” Memories glazed over John’s eyes and he smiled. “I imagine it was much like what you feel with him.” You head would have flown clean off your body if you had turned any faster, “Him?” John chuckled, “I’ve seen the stolen glances. The longing looks. The dance, just tonight. Chavez is a fine suitor my darling.” A faint blush covered your cheeks. How could your father know what you were just starting to figure out? The sound of horses behind you pulled both of your from your tender father-daughter moment. “Not the girl.” You started to turn toward the sickening voice, but your father stopped you. “Remember my dear, I will always love you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as the bullets flew and he fell to the ground. “DADDY!!!!!” Your body hit the cold, hard ground when you jumped from the wagon. “Daddy no. Please. No. Please.” Your bloodcurdling screams alerted the boys, and both Billy and Chavez began racing towards you. Doc stopped Billy and guided him away as Murphy’s men came barreling towards them. Chavez managed to get to you without being seen, but you refused to move. He found you laying across your father, sobs racking your body. His usually gentle voice was pressing and urgent, “Y/n please, we have to get you out of here before they come back. Querida please.” Screaming, you hit at him, banging your fists against his arms and chest. “NO! Just leave me here to die!” Chavez finally managed to pull you from your father and get you onto his horse. The kicking and screaming subsided, instead turning to silent sobs, as Chavez rode with you held tightly against you.

[ivangzama]

Resumen de Noticias del Diario Litoral Lunes, 21 de Agosto de 2023

Demostraciones de apoyo al presidente Nicolás Maduro continúan en las regiones del país +Fotos y videos https://diariolitoral.com/demostraciones-de-apoyo-al-presidente-nicolas-maduro-continuan-en-las-regiones-del-pais-fotos-y-videos/

Cnel. José Manuel Suarez Maldonado: Trabajo en equipo, victoria segura +Video https://diariolitoral.com/cnel-jose-manuel-suarez-maldonado-trabajo-en-equipo-victoria-segura-video/

Diosdado Cabello Rondón: ¡A esta oposición Chávez y el Pueblo la derrotaron y la vamos a seguir derrotando! https://diariolitoral.com/diosdado-cabello-rondon-a-esta-oposicion-chavez-y-el-pueblo-la-derrotaron-y-la-vamos-a-seguir-derrotando/

Ciclo de Siembra Invierno 2023 alcanza proyección de más 26 mil hectáreas +Fotos https://diariolitoral.com/ciclo-de-siembra-invierno-2023-alcanza-proyeccion-de-mas-26-mil-hectareas-fotos/

Colombia quiere elevar comercio con Venezuela https://diariolitoral.com/colombia-quiere-elevar-comercio-con-venezuela/

Héctor Rodríguez: El diálogo político nunca se ha detenido https://diariolitoral.com/hector-rodriguez-el-dialogo-politico-nunca-se-ha-detenido/

Jefe de Estado Nicolás Maduro Moros celebra 17 aniversario del Cardiológico Infantil: Una hermosa obra de la Revolución +Videos https://diariolitoral.com/jefe-de-estado-nicolas-maduro-moros-celebra-17-aniversario-del-cardiologico-infantil-una-hermosa-obra-de-la-revolucion-videos/

Conductor “ebrio” mató a una corredora en Chuao https://diariolitoral.com/conductor-ebrio-mato-a-una-corredora-en-chuao/

Con el 59% de los votos César Arévalo obtiene la presidencia de Guatemala https://diariolitoral.com/con-el-59-de-los-votos-cesar-arevalo-obtiene-la-presidencia-de-guatemala/

El CNE de Ecuador confirma segunda vuelta entre Luisa González y Daniel Noboa +Video https://diariolitoral.com/el-cne-de-ecuador-confirma-segunda-vuelta-entre-luisa-gonzalez-y-daniel-noboa-video/

▶️ #EstaEsNuestraCultura 🇻🇪 ▶️ #MásChavistaQueNunca