#just living their best little cowboy lifestyle

[akutasoda]

my silence is my cowardice

prompt - words left unsaid

including - boothill

warnings - gn!reader, slight fluff, angst no comfort, wc - 855

a/n: req by the lovely icarus ( @fxngtasy / @rusted-pride ) <3 -> "if the new years reqs are still open,,,, perchance,,,z, perhaps,,,,,,,,, boothill,,,,,,,? mayhaps? no pressure of course tho if theyve all filled up ^u^ he just seems like he might fit w some of the prompts"

boothill was never one for sentiments.

he wasn't even someone who was good with words, so holding a sentiment was rather out of the galaxy rangers field.

perhaps it was due to the fact that he was a galaxy ranger - they didn't exactly live the most social lifestyles. or maybe it was due to the fact that bounty hunting wasn't a job for those who liked to socialise and spend time with people.

but whatever it was, boothill was perfectly comfortable with drifting through the cosmo's on his own. when he had a goal in mind and knew how to achieve it, that was his priority. finding the scum who ruined his life was always going to be his priority until he completed it.

he never really thought that he'd have anyone else in his life that he cared about more than his late family. staying in one place was an impossible occurrence and so he never developed deeper bonds with people than a friendly face value - he knew some other galaxy rangers and were quite well acquainted with them, but that wasn't exactly the same.

and yet here you were.

boothill had stayed a bit too long on the current planet and became quite well acquainted with you, the local who had accommodated him and even helped him with finding his way around.

and even with what little actual time he had spent in your company, he'd grown very fond of your presence. so much so that it was still quite a shock to him just how much you'd grown on him.

boothill could even be attributed to still being in denial that you'd grown on him so much. but the truth was there.

and it was evident by many different factors. namely that boothill longed for presence, everytime you weren't near he found himself wondering what you could be doing or how long it would be before he saw you again.

frankly, it was quite unbecoming of him.

boothill didn't like it one bit. it wasn't like him to care this much about someone else, especially one who he hadn't known for that long and so, it scared him.

everytime he caught himself feeling any kind of positive emotion toward you, he caught himself and near forced himself to snap out of it. he couldn't afford to form attachments to people - and even if he could, he didn't know how and the constant fear of losing the ones he loved was a constant nagging in the back of his mind.

afterall, you can't lose what you can't have.

“are you sure we can't meet again or keep in contact?” you poised, staring at the cowboy as he prepared to make his departure

he let out a low chuckle and shook his head.

but he was lying, and saying it through his teeth would've made him feel worse about it. boothill could always visit you or even give you his contact but he couldn't bring himself to do either.

he desperately wanted to, but he had to hold himself back.

so he stayed silent - it seemed cold and much too distant to still be the man you'd known before. boothill feared that if he allowed himself to speak, he would not be able to depart and leave you behind. that he would start getting his feelings off his chest and establish his desired attachment to you.

but it was best for him to stay quiet. he wasn't ever good with words anyway.

he'd been close to people before to know what happens when they get ripped away from him. his entire world gone up in flames within seconds. having people to care about never ended well for him.

and it certainly wouldn't now either. he couldn't go through that again.

some may call it the coward's way out, himself included, but boothill bid his farewell with as little words as he possibly could and prepared himself to go about his life as usual, before he'd met you. but you could tell something was off and boothill could see it on your face.

it pained him, you clearly showed care and concern for him and yet here he was treating you like someone he'd hunt down. he closed his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath.

boothill left without another word or even glance in your direction.

a harsh farewell to someone he cared about deeply but couldn't face to stay around anymore.

he really was a coward.

[pralinesims]

My 23 faves of 2023 in no particular order A.K.A. MY FAVORITE (MOSTLY) AARON EDITS IN DIFFERENT FLAVORS

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Under the cut follows some unnecessary personal commentary about the edits in case you're interested.

Really like this bc of the pose, also the drawn on freckles make him look extra cute.

Feel like he looks really mean there.

Him sulking in a hotel and almost setting it ablaze is everything to me.

He literally looks insane. Absolutely love it.

The cowboy look suits him so good? The toothpick in his mouth is like a cherry on top of icecream.

Obviously intoxicated Aaron is a look which is near impossible to me to explain how much I adore it? Love how fucked up he looks there.

This was sooo fun to do, I love when I'm able to show off his influencer lifestyle and make it seem a bit lively.

The wolfcut, the long lashes, the slutty top?? OOF

I'M JUST NOW REALIZING HOW GOOD HE LOOKS IN PINK

The sequin jumpsuit?? Do I need to say more

It's really visible there how heavily tattooed he is.

Love how sickly he looks on this pic.

My favourite little hoe. Always extra obsessed with him whenever he wears a beret.

THAT'S MY WIFE RIGHT THERE, seriouslyyy love her pretty face so much.

THIS IS MY OTHER WIFE. My problematic obsessive witch.

Love love love how the vampire look barely alters from his regular one.

Such a whore 😪

Vale in his full goth get-up... oh my god...

Best friends posing for instagram selfies, what's not to love.

I ADORE THE LAUNDROMAT AESTHETIC ANYWAYS, but with these 2 buddies especially, they look sooo freaking cute there imo?

Them posing with matching halloween costumes and sipping blood, ahem, juice...

MY SLAVCORE EDIT. Honestly love that I managed to pull that specific vibe off so well.

Ignore these idiots, whatever they're doing is absolutely legal.

[wordbunch]

Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > Lord of the Rings characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a WONDERFUL community 💕💕💕

ARAGORN ♡ cowboy like me

His old wandering lifestyle made it pretty hard to be committed to a person in one place, but he made it happen as soon as it was possible, and he would have done anything in the world to give you safety, protection and all the love that you deserve. And he plans on giving it to you forever, no matter the trials and tribulations that might appear on the way.

GIMLI ♡ love story

This dwarf is a proper gentleman, a confirmed charming sweet-talker and most definitely a deeply romantic soul in a very classical way. He is very respectful towards you, and respects some traditions as well, so he wanted to ensure everything was in order before asking you to be his forever.

LEGOLAS ♡ snow on the beach

Isn't he so unusual, kind of ethereal, and positively vibrant? You never met anyone like him, with all his interesting quirks and his abundance of joy and lust for life. It is impossible not to share his fascination with nature, and you cannot help but smile just a little brighter whenever you are around him.

BOROMIR ♡ willow

This is an absolute Boromir song to me - he likes to be outright, take charge, but maybe sometimes he is just a little bit too flattering (don't blame him, he just needs to express his feelings for you approximately 26 hours a day). With him every day feels like an enchanted love story, and you feel safe with him, and both of you take pride in being together. trophy couple

FARAMIR ♡ starlight

This wonderful man is absolutely a dreamer and an imaginative person, who likes to share his thoughts and wishes with you, and finds it absolutely delightful if you agree with some of them. Everything he promises to you, he most certainly delivers. Also, he has so much love to give, and would be a very big fan of the idea of starting a family with you and just being the best supportive parents ever.

ÉOMER ♡ enchanted

Horse boy's jaw DROPPED the first time that he saw you and he forgot about everything and everyone else in that moment. He just knew he needed to approach you and get to know you as soon as possible, because he was convinced you were either already happily taken, or you would be very soon, and he couldn't live with himself if he just sat aside and let it happen.

ÉOWYN ♡ dancing with our hands tied

Her thoughts and past struggles sometimes still come back to haunt her, and the fear of being trapped resurfaces, but you're there to reassure her that you'll stay, no matter how hard things get. Even if it's the two of you against the whole world, you wouldn't rather be anyone else but by her side, hand in hand.

SAM ♡ fearless

This is such a lovely sunny song, and it instantly made me think of the best gardener boy!! He might be apprehensive about taking some risks sometimes, but you make him feel brave and strong with just one look, and the fact that you believe in him makes him more confident. On the other hand, he makes you feel like absolute royalty and he loves to spoil you and treat you so right.

FRODO ♡ jump then fall

The sweet little song that this is!!! The two of you are each other's safe place and comforting presence, no matter the rude neighbors' comments, the evils of the world, or the occasional nightmares. It's a relationship that comes from a strong friendship first, and it shows in the way that you just silently understand each other and aren't afraid to just be yourselves.

MERRY ♡ glitch

Absolutely nothing romantic was ever supposed to happen between the two of you - you just liked to get up to no good together, sometimes! But somewhere amid setting off fireworks, pulling a couple of pranks on your mutual friends and getting a little tipsy in the Green Dragon on the weekends... something just clicked, and there's no going back.

PIPPIN ♡ our song

It's a cute and a bit chaotic song, so it's perfect! He might be a little childish still (and fairly young, gotta give him that), but that doesn't make your relationship any less valid. It's full of cute little moments and small acts of love that are greatly appreciated by both of you. He loves to surprise you with small gifts and surprise visits, and absolutely makes up silly little songs to make you smile.

ARWEN ♡ delicate

She was always so kind and sweet that it was hard for you to be certain what kind of feelings she harbored for you, but you were falling in love the more time you spent together. Although she liked you back romantically the whole time, you were the first one to mention something about it, though apprehensive, and she was delighted to find out about, and return your love.

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[gabessquishytum]

Did you know Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman once spent an intimate evening together? Which makes me wild, if you'll pardon the pun, and also reminds me of Poet!Dream from Moorishflower's recent cowboy au.

My particular riff would be similar. Dream is a young poet on a speaking tour of the UK and the US espousing the ideals of a more bohemian lifestyle versus one grounded in reason and security. One should strive to see all of his dreams come true. He doesn't quite know what his tour exists partially to promote a rather scathing play based on him and his enclave back in London, but the seats fill themselves and he's getting a very nice pay. One such person who attends his talks is Hob.

Hob is not a young man anymore. He's spent the better part of his life working the trades and molding himself into being the sort of intellectual that he wants to be. He's entirely self-taught in most of his artistic matters and has only recently become a national sensation after a volume of poetry he has written about his life as a poor workman and of the intense friendships he's had with other men becomes a best seller. He thinks Dream is a little naive, but appreciates his fight for the arts.

They both happen to know the same literary agent and said agent gets them to correspond with each other. Both make horrible first impressions as Dream, who has never read a line Hob has written, basically stands in awe that someone without a formal education could be so good. Hob responds in kind that living a life focused solely on art must be heaven when he doesn't have to worry about paying his rent. They volley back and forth for a few weeks, trading well-humored insults and falling ever so closer in love than before. That is until Dream's speaking tour comes to an end and he must leave. Hob concedes then and invites him over for dinner.

At dinner, they drink wine and talk philosophy. Dream is much more humble in person than he is via correspondence. Hob also is much more learned than he comes across. Dream is actually in awe of him making the best of his life no matter the situation. Which Dream simply didn't think was possible. He places his hand on Hob's knee and one thing leads to another. About three months after he's returned to London, he reads a new poem from Hob that's just been published in a highly respected magazine and while it's titled "An Ode to Somnus", he knows it's about him his heart just soars.

- 🤜 Anon

This is a great AU, I absolutely love it. If you guys are interested in reading more about Oscar and Walt's romantic evening, there's a fantastic little article in The Toast which I'll link here.

Anyway, I can't stop thinking about Dream putting his hand on Hob’s knee. And Hob calling Dream a "great, splendid boy". God, yeah. Hob taking Dream into his lap and telling him that he's so pretty and clever. Dream pressing coy kisses to the edge of his mouth until Hob takes him properly in hand, slides rough fingers into his neatly combed hair, and kisses the soul out of him.

Dream lies in bed at home and luxuriates in the memory of Hob’s touch, and he has never been so happy. He takes a clipping from the magazine and presses it against his heart. The next time he writes to Hob, he leaves kiss marks stained with rouge on the paper. And he's already begging for another speaking tour - he already has so many new thoughts to present, about following one's dreams and the nature of love. And he wants very much to give Hob a private performance.

[stars-n-spice]

People Will Say We're in Love

Had this idea to write some song one shots from musicals for Star Wars ships because I can't make animatics </3

I started working on this literally last year and never finished it (ahaha) but since it's Valentine's I decided to suck it up and finish the first part of the series!

Enjoy!

Warnings: N/A Pairing: Kanan x Hera (Kanera) Song: "People Will Say We're in Love" from Oklahoma! Word Count: 2.9 K Summary: Hera is worried about what others might think about her relationship with a troublesome cowboy. Kanan, on the other hand, is not worried at all.

Kanan had always been someone who didn’t know what he wanted from life. From a young age, his adopted mother had told stories about how he was always all over the place, trying to get every little bit out of life to try and figure out what exactly he wanted from it. Even after her passing, Kanan had stayed the same, and though he wasn’t sure how to go about living the life he wanted, the lifestyle of a cowboy was what fitted him best. Out in the wild, riding through the fields, sleeping underneath the stars, everyday filled with risk and adventure was the closest Kanan would ever get to being so sure about the life he was living. 

Well, at least it had been the closest he thought he’d ever get to knowing what he wanted from life before he met Hera Syndulla, the daughter of Ryloth’s mayor, Cham Syndulla. When he met her, it was like everything finally made sense. What had been a meaningless purpose filled with adventurous pastimes, suddenly became something more. Kanan finally realized what he wanted in life–he wanted Hera. He wanted to be by her side, wanted to grow old with her, wanted to be there for her for whatever she needed; there was nothing more in life he could ever want than to be with Hera. 

Of course though, after twenty-seven years of not knowing what he wanted and then finally finding it, it wasn’t going to be that easy to get what he wanted just yet. After all, Hera was the mayor’s daughter, she had status, her father had expectations, and Kanan was a cowboy who only had a hat, pistol, and horse to his name. Hell, the hat and pistol weren’t even his; both were totally fairly won in a game of cards, but the point still stood: Life wouldn’t let him have his way just yet. 

It was really by chance that Kanan had met Hera, something about “fate” or all that fancy stuff the more superstitious cowboys were always going on about. Kanan had been running around for about a week or so when he stumbled upon the town of Ryloth and decided he’d stay for a bit, just long enough to get his bearings before he decided to set out into the desert again. Now, he had a rule he tried to follow every time he decided to stop in a town and that was to keep a low profile, to go in and out like a ghost, unnoticed and forgotten, from the moment he was there till the moment he left. Unfortunately, about four hours into being in Ryloth, Kanan spotted Hera walking out of the Saloon, horse in tow, and he decided to bend his one rule just a little bit. 

He made himself known, went right up and approached her, and for the past year he kept coming back to her and made quite the profile for himself in the town of Ryloth. Hera’s cowboy, they called him. Most didn’t know him by name, but they knew him through that title. A title he wore with pride and one Hera tried to deny was true.  

Kanan never fully knew why Hera always tried to deny her very true and obvious feelings, but he never was one to push her to do the things that she didn’t want to. If it was because she feared what her father would say, what the town would say, or just afraid in general, Kanan wanted her to figure it out herself. Though it didn’t help that he kept coming back to her, following her around the town of Ryloth like a lost, lovesick puppy. 

“Hera’s cowboy” indeed.

The ride into town was the same as it had always been since the first time that Kanan had strolled into town. A pretty peaceful one through dusty, red rock formations and barren desert until he came to the city hidden in the canyons. A quaint city that had been around for a good amount of time, where there were no secrets and everyone knew everyone. Where Kanan would enter and immediately be greeted by the schoolgirls who giggled because he was “Hera’s cowboy” or by the cold glares of the men exiting the saloon because he was “Hera’s cowboy.” Nobody knew him as Kanan, but he didn’t mind. So long as he kept his hat low and didn’t pick any fights, usually he had a pleasant enough stay. 

“‘Scuse me,” Kanan drawled, trying to get the attention of a young lady he recognized to be one of Hera’s friends who was currently walking past as Kanan tied up his horse to a hitching post just a few ways away from the Syndulla manor. 

The lady stopped and turned to face Kanan with a small frown, her eyebrow raised and head tilted at the sight of him. “Yes?” she questioned, her voice heavy with an accent. 

“Any idea where I can find Ms. Syndulla?” Kanan asked, putting on his best smile in case the lady thought he might have bad intentions. Even though at this point, everyone in town knew all the man did was follow Hera around like a lovesick puppy. 

With a quick glance over at the lady to make sure she wasn’t heading back to the manor to alert Hera’s father, Cham about Kanan’s presence, Kanan quickly headed over to the edge of the canyon to the rock formations. He was quick and careful, passing behind the manor with the hope he wouldn’t be spotted and sent back to where he came from by her father. 

The lady gave Kanan one more once over before she tossed her head over her shoulder and motioned over to the collection of rock formations just at the edge of the canyon behind the manor.

“She’s there,” the lady replied before carrying on her way once Kanan gave her his thanks with a tip of his hat. 

To his relief, Kanan made his way successfully over to Hera’s presumed location without being spotted by her father or trampled over by Hera’s bastard pet pig, Chopper. He only hoped the lady had been right about Hera being here and when he made his way around the rocks, he found her how he usually found her: lying on her back with her eyes skyward, her hand raised up making gentle motions in the wind, and her head in the clouds. 

Kanan stopped and smiled as he watched her, his expression soft as his eyes followed her hand as it danced in the air, mimicking a bird in flight. He didn’t dare move a muscle just yet, wanting her to have her moment and not wanting to startle her. But as always, Hera always knew when he was around. 

“Mmmh, didn’t think I’d see you so soon, cowboy,” she hummed, lowering her hand as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up. 

Kanan grinned, a giddy sensation rising in his chest and making him feel warm inside as he sauntered over to where Hera was sitting atop a rock. He stopped just at the base of the rock and looked up at her, bringing up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, squinting slightly as he took in the sight of his beloved. 

Hera turned to face him, her knees brought up to her chest, sparkling green eyes looking back at him. Her tan skin was steadily getting darker with every hour she spent out working or daydreaming and her dark hair was in its usual twin braids resting over her shoulders while a brown bandana held the rest of her hair in place. 

“Well, I figured I’d surprise you,” Kanan chuckled, spreading his arms out and giving her a small bow, as if he was blessing her with his presence; a move that made her laugh softly and roll her eyes fondly as she shifted to the edge of the rock, moving closer to him. 

“You know how I feel about surprises,” Hera mused, raising an eyebrow as she watched Kanan step closer until he was standing right in front of her, tilting his head up to be able to meet her gaze as she sat upon the rock. 

“You love ‘em don’t you?” Kanan asked, tilting his head with a coy grin, knowing very well that wasn’t the case. 

Hera laughed again and shook her head, playfully nudging him in the shoulder with her foot, “You b’hoy. Why do I put up with you?” She grinned before sliding herself off the rock so she was standing right in front of him. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kanan shrugged with a soft chuckle, his hand immediately going up to cup her face. “Maybe it’s because you love me?” He suggested with a smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows. 

Hera snorted and rolled her eyes, but leaned into his touch, putting a hand on top of his and placing a delicate kiss on his wrist on the sliver of skin visible between his leather gloved hand and his jacket sleeve. 

“Do I love you though?” She teased, glancing back up at him. 

Kanan’s cheeks flushed and he laughed nervously, “I would hope so.” 

Hera bit her lip, pausing slightly and making Kanan’s smile falter a little as he continued to caress his cheek. He knew deep down that she did, but she just had trouble admitting it, fearful of what her father would think. 

Hera sighed softly and pulled her head away from his hand gently, making Kanan slowly drop it as a small frown tugged his lips downward. 

“What?” He asked softly, afraid he might’ve done something wrong. 

“Nothing,” Hera quickly reassured, shaking her head, “Just…you’re a little obvious.” 

Kanan blinked in confusion and scoffed, “Obvious?”

Hera nodded, looking at him like ‘Really?’

“Yes,” she confirmed, “you’re obvious and the town is starting to catch on.”

Kanan’s smile returned as he shook his head fondly at Hera’s concern. Of course he was obvious, of course the town knew; the only one who wasn’t opening admitting to it was Hera and Kanan would wait for as long as it took to get her to do so. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Kanan asked innocently with the tilt of his head. 

Hera shot him a look, “Kanan Jarrus.” 

He held up his hands in surrender, “Hey, I’m just askin’…”

“Besides,” he started, lowering his hands and placing them on his hips, “I don’t think the entire town knows. Maybe only one or two of your friends…” 

“Oh yeah?” Hera scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him, “Well then…”

“Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest defiantly. 

Kanan laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders, “Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?”

Hera rolled her eyes fondly and walked around him, his eyes following her, 

“I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue,” she announced, stopping behind him and making him have to turn around, “Here is the gist, a practical list of don'ts for you…”

Kanan raised an eyebrow, curious as to where she was going with this.. 

“Don't throw bouquets at me. Don't please my folks too much,” she started to list off, shaking her head as she did so.

“Don't laugh at my jokes too much…people will say we’re in love..” she whispered, her eyes glancing over her shoulder as if to check to see if there was anyone around.  

“Who laughs at your jokes?” Kanan teasingly asked, taking a step forward to be close to her again, a lopsided grin on his face as he reached out and gently cupped her chin, bringing her attention back to him. 

Hera rolled her eyes at his teasing comment and continued on, pulling her head away as she started to slowly walk around him again, “Don't sigh and gaze at me,” she instructed, putting a hand on her chest and pretended to swoon, “Your sighs are so like mine…” 

Kanan’s eyes followed her, half listening to what she was saying and half admiring her as she walked so gracefully it was almost like she was dancing around him, a soft sigh of admiration leaving his lips. 

“Your eyes mustn't glow like mine,” she advised, shaking her head as she took a step towards him, “People will say we're in love…”

Kanan leaned in but before he could get the kiss he wanted, Hera turned away. That tease.

“Don't start collecting things,” she instructed, standing a foot or so in front of him. 

“Like what?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Give me my rose and my glove,” she probed, holding out her hand as if asking for something from him. 

He tilted his head as he looked down at her hand and her pursed lips before remembering that the last time he visited (and all the times before that) he’d taken a little something from her to remember her while he was away. 

But instead of giving her back her things, he chuckled, and took her hand, pulling her into a close embrace. To his delight, she didn’t pull away but instead let him hold her close, her back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. 

“Sweetheart,” she breathed, her voice just above a whisper, both a tone of warning and endearment, “they're suspecting things…” 

Kanan leaned closer to her to hear her better and she turned her head slightly, their lips brushing up against each other,

“People will say we're in love…”

Heart beats and breaths synced, Hera pulled away once more, leaving Kanan hanging and aching as she leaned back up against the rock she’d been sitting on with that teasing look on her face that Kanan just couldn’t get enough of.

Alright then, he thought, two can play at that game. 

Slowly he walked towards her, arms folded across his chest as he grinned back at her, speaking softly, “Y’know…” 

“Some people claim that you are to blame as much as I,” he pointed out, putting a hand on his chest and making Hera raise an eyebrow in slight curiosity, wondering where he could be going with this. 

“Why do you take the trouble to bake my favorite pie?” He asked, leaning against the rock next to her. Before Hera could interject with a defense as to why, he continued on. 

“Grantin' your wish I carved our initials on that tree,” he reminded, pointing over at the large oak tree they would often spend time lying under during the hotter days when shade was a luxury you didn’t take for granted. 

Hera’s eyes followed his finger to the oak tree and she smiled softly, unable to resist his points, though she didn’t want to let him win this one. Not yet. 

She shook her head and looked at him like, ‘So what?’ 

Kanan chuckled at her expression and leaned a little closer to her, giving her a playful wink as he did so, knowing he was slowly getting to her, “Just keep a slice of all the advice you give so free…”

“Ha,” she scoffed, the faintest smile tugging at her lips and blush crawling up her cheeks as she looked away from him. 

“Don't stand in the rain with me…” he smiled, twirling a laughing Hera, “People will say we're in love…” 

“Don't praise my charm too much…Don't look so vain with me…” he instructed, copying her from before with a wide grin as he pretended to swoon, making Hera roll her eyes and look away.

He slowly walked over and took her hand, pulling her in a dance with her back pressed to his chest again, his other hand on her waist as they slowly started to move with Kanan’s steady voice to a melody playing in their hearts. 

“Don't take my arm too much,” He continued as they danced on. Hera and him began to walk in a circle around each other, their intertwined hands up in the air as Hera held onto her skirt with the other and Kanan pressed his free hand behind his back. 

“Don't dance all night with me,” he asserted, both of them laughing softly as they continued to dance together under the now slowly setting sun.  

“Don't keep your hand in mine…” He chuckled as he shook his head while giving her hand a squeeze.

“Your hand feels so grand in mine…” Kanan beamed as he pulled her close again, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her hand, his gaze looking up at her like she put the clouds and stars in the sky, “People will say we're in love…” 

“Ttil the stars fade from above,” He grinned as he made a wide gesture to the sky with his hand before he moved to take both of Hera’s hands into his, pulling her close to him until they were face to face. 

“They'll see it's all right with me…” he assured, gently putting his hand under her chin to tilt her head up towards him, his voice low and almost a whisper. To his delight, Hera didn’t pull away; letting him win this round. 

With a grin, watching as she leaned up towards him Kanan muttered softly before their lips met in a tender kiss; “People will say we're in love…”

And if they did, if people talked and made claims, Kanan and Hera didn’t care. 

They were in love and that was all that mattered.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

this blurb is kind of dumb but ur post gave me some inspo. imagine billy x a surfer rock/hippie reader. like she’s from southern cali, into the entire subculture… she’s kind of like a walking stereotype but in the best way possible lol. she and her band are relatively new and nowhere as famous as billy’s but they’re making a lot of noise. thinking of songs like surfin usa, kokomo and wouldn’t it be nice by the beach boys, time of the season by the zombies, woodstock by crosby, stills, nash & young, happy together by the turtles too.

nobody knows what to really think because well they kind of see themselves in them but they’re all so different as well, like their lifestyles and subcultures and beliefs. she’s chill, has her own vices ofc but seems more in control then billy could ever imagine himself. she knows herself, he seems to realize. or at least comes across as such. she’s not chasing an unknown like him. she seems almost carefree in her state but like also very aware. they kind of don’t see eye-to-eye at first, in fact she has an aversion to him. idk i just always loved that stock character of a surfer/hippie.

they’re (her band) pretty local, spending all their life in SoCal, not rlly leaving their bubble until teddy takes interest in them. and well yeah.

would there be beef? honestly i can see some members feeling a tad bothered bc their labels are trying to position them against each other. or we could say them signed to a diff label, a bigger one, and the band feels threatened by this seemingly huge acceleration in their career while they had to grind for years. well some members would be more bothered then others. plus their all relatively younger then the band too. like the oldest is 23/24 so just a lot of similarities but stark differences for a great amount of drama ofc. 😭 excuse me for any typos.

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OMG THIS IS SO OMG

ok so i actually originally had a different thought abt this, i was thinking that readers band come be from like new york and specifically based in new york til their label practically forces them to go to LA

and yes the six is originally from Pittsburgh but they really took off in LA whilst readers band got big in New York. so it would be like readers band adjusting to LA life and dealing with this beef that billy made up between them. (tbh i thought of this cause IM from new york and like the way that people live in california fascinates me LMAO)

BUT I REALLY LOVE THIS TAKE

especially with the fact that like billy lowkey jealous of the fact that she’s so carefree yet can control herself from going overboard

and with the fact that the band would be on the younger side, like a bunch of college kids that just decided to make a band for fun plus one of the band members older cousins so they don’t have issues with getting into clubs/venues for gigs and so people kinda take them more seriously

anyways when they first meet when she comes by the studio looking for teddy, he was previously at one of her bands gigs and he made her an offer for a record deal.

billy happens to be there for whatever reason and the minute he sees her he’s just like wow

she’s wearing a peasant dress and cowboy boots that have different flowers painted on them and she just looks like a stereotypical flower child. obviously he had heard rumblings of her and her band so he knew who she was

she asks a worker where she can find teddy and then she disappears into the offices.

the next time they meet it’s at this beach festival, the bands officially meet. her band is kind of like starstruck and the six find it like sweet that they’re starting out and are all starstruck.

as the festival goes on they get to know eachother more but then the issues start, obviously they’re drinking and doing drugs and reader is doing some too, but like you said, she seems to have so much self control yet she’s so carefree about everything, this ticks billy off

billy gets REALLY high/drunk and starts picking little fights/annoying readers band mates (calling them stupid hippies/kids) obviously they don’t know how to react so they just kind awkwardly laugh it all off, meanwhile they’re already forming this idea that billy is a complete asshole

and reader is slowly starting to think this to, especially since she’s also seeing how he’s being around women. he even tries to flirt with her at some point.

neither she nor does her band like this, so they decide to leave

but readers band doesn’t HATE the six, they just aren’t super fond of billy, but once the press catches wind of this, they twist the whole story

so now people think that the two bands hate eachother, and because of the constant comparison between the two bands, readers band starts to feel the pressure to be “better” because they’re the newer band on the scene

so once they REALLY start to take off quickly, like you said, that’s when billy starts to get even more ticked off

and like how country singer!reader is, reader and her band start attending parties that they’ve never been too, normally they stay together but they accidentally get separated…and billy finds reader all alone and lost.

you might be able to guess what goes on from there

but let’s say it ends with them getting drunk/high, them kissing, and then a few days later, it’s all over different gossip magazines.

and from that, A TON of drama happens.

[kosher-martian]

My parents are moving and it's the most disastrous series of unforced errors ever.

For context, my grandparents retired in the late 80s / early 90s with a very healthy nest egg, having made their careers and retired at the peak of American Capitalism. Between Social Security, military pension, and pensions from their careers, they were made for life.

They lived in the middle of nowhere playing pretend farmer/rancher/cowboy, far away from any medical resources or modern conveniences. There was a small grocery store and hardware store nearby, but anything else was 30-40 minutes away from their stupid little farmhouse. Hospital? Doctors? 45 minutes away minimum, usually an hour or more once traffic was factored in.

As they got older, it was increasingly difficult for them to live independently because of how far removed from everything they were. Independence came with ever-increasing costs: Home healthcare visits, house cleaning services, and grounds keeping services (among others) all paid for out of their copious pensions. Eventually it became a combination of all of those things plus my mother and aunt visiting them multiple times a week (over an hour drive just to get there) to make sure all of their needs were being met.

Even I eventually got roped into helping them maintain their faux independence. I tried to convince them to move back to civilization, but it was more important to them to maintain their fake farmer/rancher/cowboy lifestyle. In the end, they had to be forced into a nursing home pretty much against their will. It was not a fun period and I'm not keen to revisit it.

My parents retired recently. They will be trying to make ends meet on Social Security plus whatever remains in their 401Ks. Their 401Ks are a disaster because they made no attempt to manage them until right before they retired, at which point it was too late to make any changes that might affect the outcome. But that didn't matter because they wanted to retire anyways.

They have a home in the city, 15-25 minutes away from their doctors and surrounded by hospitals, standalone ERs, and urgent care clinics. There are grocery stores, hardware stores, and every conceivable kind of specialty shop within a stone's throw. To my knowledge, until very recently their plan was to live in their current home until they died. They hadn't really settled on what they would do with my grandparents' home. My siblings and I encouraged them to sell it and put the money towards their retirement. My parents were not committed to the idea. Then the pandemic came. Almost overnight, it seems, they changed into radically different people.

While my dad is fairly outgoing, my mother has always been borderline agoraphobic. As far as I know she has no friends. The closest thing she has to a friend besides my dad (with whom she has nothing in common) and my aunt (who at best loathes her) is me. Did I mention my mother is a hoarder?

My mother LOVED quarantine. She was content to sit at home, watch television or read books, work from home, and then text me nonstop all day long (to the point that it was impacting my productivity at work and making me lose sleep). She still texts me nonstop.

She retired in the middle of the pandemic and now had even more free time; time she spent reading regurgitated reddit threads from those low-effort BuzzFeed knockoffs, writing fanfiction, and watching hours-upon-hours of television.

My dad did not like quarantine nearly as much, but he loved that he was incentivized to watch endless hours of television, play video games, and play on his iPad; activities he already enjoys.

I cannot overstate just how much television my parents watch. We're talking easily 14-16 hours each day, usually binge watching a single show or alternating between two different shows, and at most breaking for an hour to go buy lunch (which they eat in front of the TV) or maybe go to a doctor's appointment.

For the last 5 years, their daily TV consumption consists of Yellowstone, those HGTV home renovation shows (in particular Home Town), the storage unit auction show, and those travel channel shows that are just extended commercials for cruise lines.

All of a sudden their retirement plans changed. Now they want to move into my grandparents' old house in the countryside and play pretend farmer/rancher/cowboy AND also pretend home renovator AND go on a series of cruises they can't afford. It's like watching them toss their meager life savings into a burning dumpster.

I reminded them of how difficult it was for our grandparents to remain independent as they got older. "We're still young," they said.

I reminded them that our grandparents' independence came with high costs that they themselves will be unable to afford. "Don't worry about that now," they said.

I reminded them of how much time and energy they spent checking in on our grandparents and how me and my siblings don't have (and can't really foresee) the same standard of living that even my parents enjoyed. "You'll love visiting us in the country. We have so many plans for the house!" they said.

They've spent the better part of 18 months burning through their savings so they can live out the shows they see on TV. They've paid for a complete home makeover for my grandparents' stupid house, which included:

A costly asbestos abatement

All new appliances

Rewiring the house

Reupholstering much of the furniture in my grandparent's home plus more than a few pieces from their house in the city

Buying new furniture to replace the pieces they didn't want from either home

$20k for a top-of-the-line natural-gas powered generator (one strong enough to power a small restaurant) so they never have to worry about power outages

Art restoration for almost every painting in their current home plus a number of paintings my grandparents had

And they even renovated my grandparents' two barns!

By the way, they largely didn't clean out my grandparents' house, they just paid the contractor to dump everything in the barns after they were renovated.

They decided on March 1st that they want to move out completely by the end of March, which has forced my siblings and I to spend all of our available time helping them shovel out 30 years worth of my mother's compulsive hoarding. It never quite reached the point of the Collyer Brothers, but it did get to a point that our bedrooms were only nominally ours. We lost all functionality of the combination dining room / rec room around 2005. After 2018, neither of my siblings' bedrooms were even accessible. They want to move by April Fools Day.

I'm still cleaning out "my" room (only the upper layers of the piles of hoard were ever mine). I learned recently that my bedroom actually has a closet. I lived in that room for over 20 years thinking I never had a closet. I decided last night that I won't take anything. This will upset my mother. She envisioned "cleaning my room" as "taking everything somewhere else so she doesn't have to see me throw away anything". She has fought me on every item I have thrown away. I don't care about her feelings on the subject anymore.

She won't stop texting me about how much fun we're all going to have visiting them in the country, or how I need to hurry up and finish cleaning out "my" bedroom, or that I should be a good son and make time to help them go through everything they shoved into the barns. Maybe I should even take some of it (all of it preferably) because they won't have room for all of it once their stuff is moved in. Can't I help? Pretty please?

They've become completely unmoored from reality. My dad will just randomly force strangers at the grocery store to swipe through before and after pictures of their reupholstered furniture. My mother is talking in various fake accents (from her best approximation of "British" to Antebellum Southern drawl to 1940s Mid-Atlantic to that generic fake accent all modern country musicians use). They call me at all times of day. They don't care that I'm working or trying to sleep because I have work the next day. My needs don't matter anymore, only their wants matter.

EDIT: While I was typing this my dad sent me a before/after picture of a bookshelf they had restored.

When it became evident that I should probably wear a respirator and gloves to handle anything in the lower levels of my mother's hoard, she became upset. "It's not that bad! You're overreacting!" she said. Their home is a biohazard. They will never find a buyer for their home. the exterior is okay, but inside is wrecked beyond your wildest imagination. They are still ticked at my siblings and I because none of us could afford to buy their home nor did we express any interest in buying it at a significant discount. Whomever they convince to buy the home will need to gut it.

I'm honestly done with them. I don't think this personality shift is temporary. I just think it's who they are now. They've become selfish, shortsighted, incredibly inconsiderate, and unfathomably weird. Nothing I say has made a difference. I did everything I could to convince them they were making a mistake. I live with the existential dread that they are banking on me and my siblings helping them solve their problems when it inevitably hits the fan. Screw that! Luckily I live in a state without filial responsibility laws.

I will not be rescuing them and neither will my siblings. I will not be visiting them or sacrificing my time and energy when they could have just sold that stupid farmhouse and put the proceeds towards saving for their advanced age. For reasons I will never understand, it is more important that they get to play the characters they see on TV than it is to plan for a future when they are old and infirm. I get it, one is fun and one is not. Surely they can see that we're at the same age they were when they became parents. They had a house, two new-ish cars, & young kids. Meanwhile we live in miserable shoebox apartments, with cars that have 200,000+ miles on the odometer, and no path to home ownership in the foreseeable future.

But go on ahead. Go play Yellowstone. Go play Home Town. I hope whatever fleeting happiness they squeeze from their experience can fill the miserable void in their lives. I don't have the gas money to drive 100 miles round-trip to visit them every week vs the 40 miles round-trip I make now. They are making it harder and harder for me to see them. Once they are out of sight, they will be out of mind. They just don't realize it yet.

[thefixeraa]

* continued prompt response , @sythegun .

[ are you a lucky little lady in the city of light // or just another lost angel ,     city of night ]     HERE SHE IS ,     she's lounging on a couch with her feet in jackson's lap .     most days ,     the day's were used for sleeping in ,     while the night were better spent partying until dawn .     when mia wasn't spending her nights having her fun with the rockstars ,     she was in this same position .     NIGHT AFTER NIGHT .     even day after day ...     it seemed more normal     ( maybe even a little domesticated of her ,     but she dares not to think of it that way . )      eyes playfully roll before she pins him down in her line of sight .     lips turn skyward ,     " well ...     ya' got me there cowboy , "     she admits ,     just as he's going to reach for the dial on the radio .     her smile blooms into a wider grin ,     with hand reaching to swat his hand away .     mia hasn't known anyone who hated jim morrison and the doors     ( specifically and especially jim morrison ... )     as much as jax did .     it was almost irrational —     STUPID EVEN .     which only made it even funnier .     " you don't have to come if you don't want to .     i'm not holdin' you at gun point ya' know ... "

they come from different lives ,     and yet found each other anyway .     fate isn't exactly a word she'd choose to throw around ,     but considering the nature of jackson's lifestyle .     FATE SEEMED LIKE REALITY .     he was an outlaw ...     a man who lived by his own rules .     he rode with a devilish crew and mia ?     she was wild and carefree ,     riding around with the band and living a free lifestyle away from any law .     MIA GOT LOST IN THE MUSIC ,     danced barefoot till her feet hurt and sang with the best of them .     somehow they still found each other ,     and it was here that they learned to reset .     something that his crew clearly didn't like .

outlaw offers the gift of a lit joint ,     the smell of cannabis fills the room almost immediately .     the joint is then transferred between fingers and she brings it to her lips .     she inhales deeply ,     HOLDS ,     then blows it out of the corner of her lips .      head tilts slightly off and once again ,     she finds herself distracted .     eyes following the outline of jackson's profile ,     the sloop of his nose ,     the curve of his lips ...     the strength of his jawline that leads to a dark purple and yellow mark on his neck .     A LOVELY LITTLE TOKEN OF HER AFFECTIONS .     

the brunette realizes she hasn't really been paying attention to what he's saying .     something along the lines of following her around and ' the boys ' not liking it .     eyebrows shoot up ,     " half way is better than not at all ,     right ? "     she's tries to make light of his crew's teasing .     knows they're a serious group of men ...     the kind of men that hate free thinking women .     NOW WONDER THEY LIKE FUCKING WITH JAX .     " what's their deal ?     why are they so concerned about what you're doin' or who you're seein' ? "     ( DON'T THEY HAVE THEIR OWN PUSSY TO LOOK AT ? )     she takes another drag before handing the joint back to him .     " and don' give me that bullshit where they think i'm too good for you ,     cause i don't believe that for a damn second . "

[monsterkong]

"How to Channel Your Inner Cowboy in Orange County 🚜✨"

Who says you need to move to Texas or Montana to live like a cowboy? Here in Orange County, you can embrace the ranch lifestyle with a modern twist. Whether you're in Nigil Ranch or beyond, these steps will help you live your best cowboy life. Let’s giddy up and get started! 🏀🐎

Tip #1: Dress Like a Pro 🧤

You can’t call yourself a cowboy without the right gear. From boots to bolo ties, the Boot Barn down the road has everything you need to dress the part. Not only will you look amazing, but you’ll also feel ready to tackle any ranch task. Bonus: cowboy hats are perfect for blocking out that California sun.

Tip #2: Drive the Dream Truck 🏍️

A cowboy’s truck is their pride and joy. While flashy trucks might turn heads in Newport Beach, a sturdy F250 is the true star of Nigil Ranch. Rugged, reliable, and ready for anything—this is the ride for anyone serious about ranch living.

Tip #3: Saddle Up 🐎

Owning a horse is the ultimate way to embrace the cowboy lifestyle. Spend your weekends riding trails, practicing barrel racing, or simply enjoying the connection with your four-legged friend. Horses bring a sense of calm and purpose to the fast-paced life of Orange County.

Tip #4: Dance It Out 🎙️

Ready to add a little fun to your routine? Line dancing is where it’s at. Find a local dance hall and let loose with some toe-tapping, boot-stomping moves. It’s not just exercise; it’s a way of life!

Tip #5: Tell a Tale 🎨

Cowboys are natural storytellers. Gather your friends, light a bonfire, and share your favorite moments. Whether it’s a wild golf game at the El Niguel Country Club or a hilarious mishap on the ranch, storytelling brings people together and keeps the cowboy spirit alive.

Tip #6: Eat Like a King 🍖

Ranch living means eating well. Treat yourself to a prime, grass-fed tomahawk steak and savor every bite. Nothing says “cowboy cuisine” like a perfectly cooked cut of beef, paired with your favorite fixings.

Tip #7: Learn from TV’s Best 🎦

For some top-notch cowboy tips, tune into Yellowstone. Rip and the gang are the perfect role models for managing ranch life with grit and grace. Plus, the drama is addictive. Trust us, you’ll be hooked after one episode.

Tip #8: Unwind Like a Pro 🍻

After a long day, every rancher deserves a little R&R. Kick back with a cold drink, reflect on your achievements, and soak in the beauty of your surroundings. There’s something magical about a quiet evening on the ranch.

Tip #9: Dive In 🏊

No cowboy’s day is complete without a refreshing dip. Whether it’s a backyard pool or a local waterhole, cooling off is a must. Float, swim, or simply enjoy the feeling of water after a hard day’s work.

Cowboy life in Orange County is about more than just appearances; it’s a state of mind. Follow these steps, embrace the spirit, and live your best ranch life. See you on the trails, partner! 💃🎿

[docolives]

"Guess you'll have to give up on that lumberjack lifestyle," she lifted both of her shoulders dramatically, but a grin spread across her face. There were enough woodsy type men in Merrock, anyway, it was probably for the best if he stuck with what he had going on. It was working for him. "Sometimes it's nice to change things up a bit. I don't think you'll see me wandering around in a cowboy hat and boots all day, every day, but coming here? It just fits," and it felt nice to go out and look like a western gal. Nodding her head with understanding, she took another sip of her beer. "You're a protective big brother, too. But sometimes when it comes to little siblings… we have to let them live their lives. Trust me," she knew Mandy had been in some situations in the past that Livvy never would have approved of, but she understood it. "I have, yeah -- she said she'd give me a glowing recommendation as long as I got certified and did everything I needed to."

He shot her a look, and stroked his beard again. He was not going to grow his hair out that long. "Yeah, I don't think I could go that long. I'm quite happy with my facial hair right now." he laughed, before nodding. "Thanks. Not my usual attire, but I don't hate it. You make the whole cowgirl vibe look good too." Truth be told, Livvy could probably pull off any outfit and look good in it either way. Taking another sip of his drink, he nodded. "Yeah. Me being an asshole. I know Cage is making her happy. And they both deserve that. I got jealous of it." He sighed. "I'm happy she's happy." He pressed his lips together as her hand squeezed his arm. "Yeah. I know." Shrugging, he took another sip of his drink, maybe just as a reflex of not wanting to talk about it anymore. "Seems promising. You've spoken to the lady about potentially taking over after she leaves?"

[daddydindjarin]

Many congrats on your milestone! 🎉🎊 🎆 Obligatory celebratory beverages and foodstuffs all around, right?! 🍻🥂🍾🎂🥧

May I request a match up with a Pedro boy?

She/her, 32 yrs, Pisces, 5'0 (I'm not short, I'm fun sized!), curvy/heavier side, tattooed. Undercut hair style w/the long part almost mid back and bleached ice white blonde, type 1 diabetic, blind as a mole without my glasses, animal lover (cat mum and horseback rider but love all animals--I would pet a crocodile if I knew it wouldn't bite me LOL). Sarcastic, jaded, got a sharp tongue and bit of a smart ass, swear like a sailor (particularly British slang and swear words), singer, avid writer and poet, bookworm, enjoy hiking/camping/fishing, prefer tea to coffee and prefer meat to veggies. Hail from Rocky Mtn area (UT). Outdoorsy & indoorsy and have strong stomach. Love all music genres. Shite with languages. Love exploring/driving my Ford SUV (I love Ford trucks/SUVs but have the nickname 'Chevy'). I can learn to drive/adapt to almost any vehicle so I guess that's a skill. Night owl, bit of a loner, quite independent, good shot with a rifle, jeans/T-shirt/ball cap type gal. 😸

Thank you so much! All the foodstuff celebrations!

So first of all, I love the nickname Chevy, and you know who else loves every bit of you?

Agent Whiskey thinks you’re just about the closest thing to heaven that he’s ever come across.

He adores your height, and how easy it is for him to rest his head on yours when hugs you, and you give the absolute best hugs. He’s 100% obsessed with you, and there’s nothing better than sinking into your softness at the end of the day.

He worries about your health, and makes sure that you have backups of anything you need at any Statesmen location. He generally wakes up before you, and the first thing he does is check your blood sugar for you, making sure that he can prepare accordingly. He knows you have a handle on things, but he wants to take care of you in all ways. He keeps snacks in that handy Fanny pack for you, and even goes so far as squirreling medication and snacks away all over the house, just in case there’s a need for them.

He’s always down for whatever adventure you have in mind, especially the outdoorsy things. He’s surprised you with trips to the petting zoo, just so you can pet some animals that aren’t in the wild and potentially lethal lol. He’s taken you shooting too, but that encounter didn’t last long, as your skill with a rifle made his blood sing, and it was a rush getting back to the truck, although he would have been fine if the entire woods saw him in his morning glory, but you? Only he gets to see you like that.

The two of you have specific weekends planned just for camping and hiking, where you can just be Jack and Chevy, and there are no expectations from the Statesmen, or anyone else for you. You’ll spend afternoons in comfortable silence, reading and just enjoying the time you have with each other, and when the stars come out, you’ll lay under them together in a blanket, telling stories and laughing softly in the glow of the moon.

[rock-n-macabre]

Trail of the Snake ~ Story of The Savage One

Alriiiiiighty. So this is a mild clusterfuck of thoughts that strike and hopefully y’all will find some mild entertainment outta it. After seeing Goldstein’s interview saying that when herself, Paxton and Henriksen were discussing when they all got turned that Sev was during the tombstone era. Then I read on cracked.com’s article that when Lance and Bill were driving and got pulled over, they were on their way to visit their characters graves in Tombstone, Az. It got me thinking. warning there is a bit of dark shit in this. So here it is..my little backstory on the Severen I will be cosplaying. Hope y’all enjoy! ~~

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Severen Van Sickle lived on his family’s ranch in Texas. He was a free spirit that his father had to ‘keep in line’ - according to his ol’ man. He never truly fit in at the small town’s school and was often faced with the more well off kid’s bullying shenanigans. Both his home life and school life sucked and were an endless cycle of mere survival. His ol’ man kept trying to engrain ‘what a man is’ whenever he tried to approach and convey what was going on at school that made it a living hell. He always had to keep his emotions locked up inside if not he’d receive a whoopin’ from his ol’ man. His mother was too scared to stand up to his father , as well as she had her own vices and things that trumped her wanting to protect Severen. This dynamic made Severen realize in the future how much protecting family meant to him and would protect his own at no matter cost - no one would ever feel what he had to. He wouldn’t allow it.

Enter his early to mid twenties, Severen became the force to be reckoned with. He was always getting in trouble with the law to the point he got kicked out of his home - he knew it was inevitable; this was the breaking point- so he hitchhiked his way to Tombstone, AZ. Along the way he cheated in card games and different forms of gambling to earn income to survive to his best ability. Sometimes even he would get into fights where he would then pick pocket his opponent whilst they were unconscious. Eventually the small town started picking up on Severen’s doings and warrants were out for him, so he high tailed it outta there to let the dust set before returning back.

Chicago. He made it to Chicago, and returned to old means of survival. New territory, what could go wrong? He even got skilled with his ability to bluff so well he was able to win games purely off of cheating. Things took a turn for the worst when himself, a man named Louis M Cohn, as well as a few others took part in quite an illegal card game out on by some crime lords/gangsters. Between himself and one of the other players - whose name was Jesse Hooker- a fight erupted amongst the players, and the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. That’s why one should never have guns at a card game. Someone gets mad, someone shoots a warning shot and boom - authorities show up. The whole group of men gathered their bearings and fled. Louis had knocked over a lantern, causing a fire to ignite and wound up making things go up in flames.

Severen had decided to resume his hitch-hiking journey across the states until he decided to give Tombstone another try in 1881 a few years later. Surely, it would be better then. Bygones be bygones. He was a cowboy and that town oozed home to him- he was a cowboy and it was in his blood to live the lifestyle. On his journey he had put together a beaded necklace to resemble him. The Texas coral snake. He liked the pattern - how bold it was. He was a snake and that snake resounded with him. The demeanour of the snake reflected his past and upbringing- deep down, he was docile and misunderstood depending on his environment, despite it being deadly.

Severen was at the O.K Corral when he noticed a familiar face. It was that guy who he caused the commotion with back in Chicago. Did he follow him on his entire journey? It sure seemed that way - he thought he was just being paranoid until Jesse confirmed he was indeed tracking Severen. He mentioned how Severen had reminded him of his brother he had lost during the civil war. He found Severen to be a kindred spirit.

However, it seemed that chaos surrounded the duo . They were there during the midst of the infamous shootout between Earp/Holliday and the McLaury brothers. Severen just stared at the happenings - baffled- while holding onto his beer stein. This was real cowboy shit, he thought with a grin. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Jesse covered by his jacket fucking DRINKING THE BLOOD from the bodies of the McLaury brothers. The Sheriff had noticed Severen from his previous warrants and drew his piece and fired at him. He was hit. Severen thought it was the end as reality began fading in and out. The last thing he remembered was a mildly burnt Jesse looming over him.

Jesse had managed to get Severen out from the chaos and in hiding til night fall, only having received mild burns from the sun beams before seeking solace in the darkness. The town had thought that finally The Savage One had been killed - more so dead than alive- on site. They took off before making sure that him and his comrade were buried - that could wait til the next day. Or let the vultures pick at them. To commemorate in their twisted way, they made a grave marker of two sticks bearing a cross with ‘Severen Van Sickle’ on it and Jesse’s one as well as they found he too had a warrant. Boy, if they only knew and thought to check. Dead men tell no tales.

Severen was seething when he came to. Jesse managed to calm down The Savage One and explained what had happened. Now no one could mess with him. He was indestructible. A smirk plastered itself on Severen’s face as he made his first kill - taking to the lifestyle like a fish to water - and the Sheriff had been a mighty first big catch. Severen surveyed what he had done after. He was not to be fucked with. He bent down and easily tore off the sheriffs patch like it was a simple sticker on a piece of paper. A commemorative piece of his rite of passage. It became tradition to him to collect trophies off of things that he felt was monumental to him. Or if it looked cool. He wasn’t picky.

He was the reaper, as his last name alluded to - Severen Van Sickle. The Savage One. Taking names and digging graves.

[cowboys-of-tombstone]

Johnny Ringo Dating Headcanons

✭ Woah there! Is that “The Deadliest Pistoleer” you got wrapped around your arm? Nice catch! So, what now?

✭ Well, for starters, as I have stated in the courting headcanons post, Johnny is more intellectually based than his companions. And therefore, I think he’s also more of a traditional romantic. 

✭ He will go on his free time out into the wilderness and bring you back exotically beautiful flowers, either for you to find at your doorstep, or directly in the palm of your hand.

✭ When he returns from his “jobs,” rather than just showering you in any gaudy jewelry and clothing, I can see him finding what he thinks would be treasure in your eyes. Anything from books, to art pieces, music boxes, statuettes, even if you are into jewelry and clothing, he’d be on the lookout for things he’d think you’d love. 

✭ There’s no such thing as awkward silence with Johnny. He’s perfectly content with having nothing to say, so long as he gets to be with you.

✭ He has lived a turbulent lifestyle for almost as long as he has remembered. You being in his life is an oasis from that part of him. While he has an unbreakable bond from Curly Bill and The Cowboys, in time, he finds restoration and revitalization in your relationship with him that is unfounded anywhere else.

✭ Unlike with Curly Bill, I don’t think that Johnny Ringo would want you to be a part of his criminal lifestyle. I think he has great appreciation for The Cowboys giving him a sense of belonging and family in a cruel world. But, upon finding you to be his better half, he’d rather keep the life he does know with The Cowboys, and the life he’s now experiencing with you, to be uncorrupted and unmixed. He acts cruel and uncaring (such as when he shot the priest) because he believes that’s how he should act in a world equally as unkind. However, we know he doesn’t truly believe that when we see how badly he’s hurt and angered when his fellow cowboys have been killed by the Earps, or when Wyatt kills Curly Bill. I believe that if someone (you) were to stand by him and provide him with the love in which he so desires, he would consider changing his worldview. 

✭ As stated before in the other post, one of his best qualities is listening. I'd like to imagine that, despite his persona of The Devil's Black Knight, he is willing to lend an ear to those closest to him. I'm willing to bet that he has many secrets from The Cowboys that he'd take to the grave. Yours would be no different. 

✭ One of his favorite activities with you would be to lay his head on your lap as you read whatever book you’re into. To hear your voice and the turning of the pages, is to him, as fresh rainwater is to a withering saguaro.

✭ Johnny Ringo doesn’t have as much of a variety in pet names as Curly Bill does for his significant other, but he has a few tried and true names he’d reserve for someone special. Such names would include Sweetheart, Pandora (since you got a box of trouble, as he puts it), and Little Lamb.

✭ Don’t be too frustrated with him when he’s troubled. Johnny Ringo has a difficult time expressing himself when he’s deep in thought about things that worry or upset him. It takes a bit of work to get him to open up, not only because he doesn't wish to trouble you, but he just doesn’t open up to anybody, really. Even in the film, the only time we ever see him express himself to the fullest is when he’s drunk after the funeral of Billy Clanton and the McLaurys. For him to be tight-lipped with even you would be no surprise. If you keep at it, however, there will be a time where he’ll be able to speak to you with what’s on his mind freely. Just be calm and patient with him.

✭ Among The Cowboys, is often harsh and cruel banter. And while Johnny wouldn’t mind if you tagged along with him to interact with the rest of the gang, they would know full well to speak gently with you, especially in his presence. Should an ignorant wretch still express such disrespect, Johnny would not only match it, but also compliment it with a beating (if truly need be) out of your sight.

✭ On a night where the moon is full and you both can see where you’re walking, he will take you out to a nice secluded spot and slow dance with you. All the while music plays from a phonograph that he “found.” Nothing much will be said, but there won’t be much needed to say. He’d just love to get lost in your eyes, and hold you in his arms close, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

✭ Now that Ringo sees that you’re in the long haul with him, expect to see him be much more open to flirting and craving intimacy. It was never about placating himself on cheap thrills, truly, with you by his side now to mend his spirit, his amorous energy can be set free.

✭ You will find that Johnny Ringo doesn’t have a preference on whether you ride on his horse with him or riding alongside him with yours. It’s all about the journey.

✭ In fact, you may be surprised at how often Johnny goes along with things. With you, he doesn’t really mind how things are done. He would just want the most enjoyable time possible with you.

✭ He’ll think it’s mighty sweet of you to be willing to share a tent with him back at camp. But I think he’d much rather come home to you and your abode after a long day of criminal activity and whatever other shenanigans Curly Bill has Ringo up to. 

✭ Johnny loves laying down with you, running his hands through your hair as you pull yourself close to him. Just hearing you breathe lightly as you fall asleep is like music to his ears.

✭ I’d like to imagine that Johnny Ringo is a bit of a night owl, not in that he sleeps all day, but rather he just doesn’t need much sleep. So, on evenings where he doesn’t sleep much, he’ll ask you to join him on a walk or sit with him on the patio to listen to the crickets sing and to watch the fireflies dance around.

✭ He keeps a journal, his only outlet for his unbridled thoughts, dreams, and occasional line of poetry. Because of his trust in you, he will find a time to finally share with someone his private expressions. I wonder what’s inside?

✭ In essence, what Johnny really wants in your relationship is to provide a security that he never got to enjoy. The Cowboys are as thick as thieves, but in the end, they are just that: thieves, murderers, and all around criminals. There’s a certain level of trust and camaraderie with the brothers you make, but it can still be a continent away with the bond that can only be found with someone you love, and you provide that for him. That’s something he’s willing to sell his soul to the Devil for. 

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“I gotta say you in a cowgirl outfit would be adorable.” Alex said with a chuckle as he gave her a wink. He knew things wouldn’t be picture perfect the first time around, asking anyone to try and adjust to this lifestyle was huge but at least she was willing to give this a try. “I’m not making you run around everywhere, promise. I will teach you how to drive one of the tractors, now that could be fun.” He teased. While his sister wanted nothing to do with the family business he decided to take it over full time and do whatever he could do to make it a success. “So am I. I think we’ll both make it work.” Alex said with another grin as he sat back in his seat. Before he knew it, the waitress brought over their food and Alex went ahead and dug right in. “You know if you’re gonna come down and see me, I could cook a little something for you if you want.” He said with a grin before causally shrugging his shoulders. He had to force himself to learn when h started to do things by himself and hopefully he could show off his skills a bit for her. “What do you say? But it won’t be anything more complicated than pasta so don’t have high expectations.” He said with a laugh and a shake of his head. 

She wasn’t an overthinker by any means, she didn’t dwell too much in options before she made up her mind about something and yet, Alex, this, was the easier decision ever made. It didn’t even feel like a decision but rather like embracing what was always meant to be. “I say fresh air, pasta and you sound perfect.” Josephine claimed with a grin. “Cowgirl outfit included.” She added.  It was a sad thing that their weekend couldn’t last longer, that they couldn’t explore deeper this newly found possibility but there was work, things that couldn’t be put off and so they left the hotel, each on different ways to resume their lives but this time, there were texts that made her smiles, calls she didn’t want to miss... Jo didn’t think Alex had been bluffing about making an effort but actually seeing it gave her a sense of relief and happiness that lasted enough until she could clear her schedule to finally go to see Alex, packing just enough clothes, her camera and her best mood to spend some needed time with the man she had been missing since the wedding. And as she promised, she got a cowboy hat on when she walked towards him, the rest of the outfit was missing but she hoped the tight jeans and fitted tank top was enough to make up for it until she got the rest of the custom on that was not apt for public. With a huge smile, the brunette dropped her bag on the side and hoped to give Alex a hug and kiss at the same time. “I’ve missed you so much, Alex.”  

[peteyprecious616]

Welcome to my Masterlist!

This a multi-fandom page for Marvel, DC, Star Wars and many others which I can't wait to write more for.

Requests: open

Most recent work: Then there were two

🔮 Druig 🔮

Admiring from afar

summary: you sneak a peek at Druig's secret training session. But you're not very secretive.

Waiting for gold

Summary: You understood him, or so you thought. But he left, and he was the only person you cared for. Now he's on his own, loving his village, but why couldn't he love you too?

Forever yours

Summary: He loves you, and you love him. You couldn't live forever, but he could love you endlessly.

Just out of reach

Summary: He was leaving you again for some time, but you will never be truly alone.

🕷️ Peter Parker 🕷️

A Wilted Flower

Summary: Peter gave up after MJ broke his heart. His big heart now wilting away as he silently waits for her to come back. You know she won’t. So you sit by him as he waits, picking up the pieces in the process.

As the years go by

Summary: He was in love with you, his best friend and over the years that love grew. But so did you. Did he really think that he would be your number one thought forever?

A warm embrace

Summary: A cold winter day staring off brutal for you, only to meet a sweet stranger with a warm heart.

⍟ Steve Rogers ⍟

Steve vs. Soup

Summary: what are the qualifications to consider soup...soup? I mean you obviously know. But does Steve know? He thinks so.

You’ve got mail

Summary: You moved to a small town, loving your new lifestyle and making new friends. You make a new friend, Steve, your local mailman. A small friendship ensues.

🦊 Eros (Starfox) 🦊

All on your own

Summary: The God of Love just hopped on your ship and he already has you wrapped around his finger. You think you’re in love, but maybe he just likes to use his powers on you.

४ Loki Laufeyson ४

A touch of magic

Summary: Your precious flower just doesn't want to bloom. And Loki just wants to see his precious darling flower, you, to always be happy and blossoming.

✪ Bucky Barnes ✪

Written in the lines

Summary: Bucky starts to take up a new hobby...drawing. He thinks his drawing is not good enough for you to see. But you think it's beautiful.

Silent promises

What is comfort to Bucky? It was a small, lingering question throughout everyone's mind, even his. But apparently, even without words, you knew what he needed.

You'll always have me

You had it the first four times; the fifth time he had you…but was it fast enough?

Better memories with you

He always had bad memories that he could never forget, Hydra, Thanos...but when he sees something on you, something that he associated with a bad memory, looked good on you. Maybe some memories could be forgotten with a little help.

Smooth criminal

Summary: He caught you red-handed, his cowboy hat in your hands, and an accomplice to finish the job. The sheriff had two criminals in his midst. What will he do?

I miss you

You were best friends with him. You loved him. You spent all your time with him. As childhood best friends, you always made time for him. All of your time. But at the end of the day would it be enough for him to love you back?

🪄 Anakin Skywalker 🪄

Blind Trust

Summary: Is he telling you the truth? Or is it built up rage from years of being underestimated? You can't tell but when his love for you is so strong that he would sacrifice anything, including his sanity, to have you, how can you say no?

Divine deception

Summary: You were too good for the Jedi to have. So he had to save you from their lies. He would take you with him. He had no choice. You didn't either.

🦇 Batman 🦇

Behind the Mask

Summary: Somehow the man in the mask was your soulmate. You didn't know anything about him except for late night visits and whispers. But maybe you realized you meant more to him than just run-ins and phone calls.

Till death do us part

Summary: You were married to Bruce Wayne, but he was married to his job. He left you weeks ago and now he shows up bruised and weak. Should you let him in?

Elephant in the room

Summary: You might be a little emotional, crying over small things during your pregnancy. But when Bruce gives you something, it reminds you how much Bruce loves you and your child. Even though sometimes he can't be there to show it.

Heartbeats

Summary: Being pregnant wasn't easy, especially going to parties with Bruce wasn't any easier. But he promised you a slushie before you went, so why not.

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[blouisparadise]

Today’s rec list consists of bottom Louis fics that take place in the country, the Midwest, or any rural area. We hope you enjoy. If you do, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Save A Horse | Explicit | 2400 words

Louis goes to a rodeo with Liam, and gets a lot more than he bargained for. Featuring bull rider Harry, obnoxious t-shirts, and one hell of a night.

“Come on Jackson ain’t you been practicin? It ain’t fun for me if I always beat you,” the boy drawls out, voice slow and thick like molasses. “You comin out tonight?” he asks, nudging him with his elbow.

“Not tonight H, me and Liam are going to grab something to eat,” Jackson replies, the blush returning to Liam’s cheeks.

“What about you, what’re your plans for the night darlin’?” Harry asks, crooking an eyebrow in Louis’s direction.

Louis, who is the epitome of outgoing and confident, is at a total loss for words. He starts to say something but freezes, Harry now raising his other eyebrow and smirking, awaiting Louis’s response. “I uh- I’ll probably just go home,” Louis manages to stammer out, and what the fuck? Who is this man and how has he turned Louis into an introvert in a matter of seconds?

2) Gunsmoke | Explicit | 6527 words

Harry 'Gunsmoke' Styles and his boys Liam, Zayn, and Niall are all traveling cowboys who come across a small town on their journey to nowhere. They hang out at a tavern where Harry meets Louis, a cute and fiery bartender, and they may or may not fall in love.

3) Hey I Heard You Were A Wild One (If I Took You Home It'd Be A Homerun) | Explicit | 12106 words

Harry came to the bar to forget. Louis gives him a night to remember.

4) This Land Is More Than Dreams | Explicit | 12878 words

Louis is a student taking a gap year, travelling through the States. His plans change when he meets a cute cowboy-wannabe in one of the towns.

5) Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy | Mature | 13356 words

Harry owns a farm and Louis rides horses (and pretty boys sometimes) for a living. Harry hurts himself by being clumsy before he gets to ride a horse with Louis.

6) Manifest Destiny | Explicit | 15210 words

Louis is a Pony Express rider and Harry runs a station along the trail.

7) Baby Blue | Explicit | 39439 words

Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

8) I Ain’t Gonna Fence You In | Mature | 40645 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old city boy who is forced to spend his summer before his senior year at his aunts farm. There, he meets Harry, a 19 year old country boy his aunt hired to help around the farm.

Maybe the farm isn't the worst place to fall in love?

9) Boiling Blood Will Circulate | Explicit | 42420 words

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

10) Your Touch Shouldn't Make Me Feel Like This | Explicit | 48883 words

Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.

11) For the Sake of Propriety | Mature | 52360 words

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for.  His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best.  When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice.  But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.

12) Through The Wheatfields And The Coastlines | Explicit | 52855 words

“You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through.

“I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.”

13) The Bachelor | Explicit | 53953 words

The one where Harry dates six other guys and still falls in love with Louis Tomlinson.

14) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words | Sequel

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

15) Such Good Luck | Explicit | 66025 words

An Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

16) Given a Chance | Explicit | 173511 words

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

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