#yee haw sunday

[in-my-loki-feels]

Seven Some Sentence Sunday

AKA Yee Haw Sunday! That's right, I'm back to celebrate with more than seven sentences because I couldn't wait until Wednesday when today was the perfect day. Here's some more Lokius cowboy AU started here and continued here.

Thank you @elodiah for the tag! 🫶 And thank you @lokimobius for the bath idea.

Loki’s hand on his chest felt hot, even with his skin warmed up by the bath. Loki’s gaze traveled down to the soap suds that hid everything else. Not like he needed clean water to see what he’d had his hands—Christ, his mouth—on weeks ago.  Slow as molasses, that green-eyed gaze rose to meet his own. The moment stretched on until Mobius broke.  “Damn it all to hell,” he muttered, uncocking his revolver and tilting his head back. He wasn’t takin’ him in and they both knew it. He set the revolver on the table and rested his hand on the side of the tub.  “Thought you’d moved on,” he said, unable to keep the grumpiness from his voice.  “Spend long enough in one place, and they send the Marshals after you.” Mobius knew it was true, had felt pressure mounting as he failed to round up Loki and his gang. It’d only been a matter of time before the townsfolk expected him to summon assistance.  That didn't make Loki’s sudden absence sting any less.  “Only if yer misbehavin’,” Mobius muttered, just to be contrary. 

Loki grinned, slow and smooth. “I'd never do that, of course,” he said. He still had a hand on Mobius’ chest. He rubbed his thumb back and forth, catching on the hair there.  Mobius grabbed Loki by the wrist and moved his hand away. His presence was distracting enough; he didn’t need a touch as well. 

No pressure tags: @kcscribbler @devilbearingtrouble @wolfpup026

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening @blackbirdofasgard @silentxsymphony

[iwtv-az-hours]

I'm sorry, 18th century Armand is so incredibly hot to me (both looking like death & the ponytail couture in palettes that make his skin pop) happy flippin birthday to me

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

"When your band is filming a music video but all you're tryna do this morning is chill" -a memoir by Sam Rivers

[traumatrios]

the name of the game

pairing… dodge mason x fem!reader

wc… 2.3k

summary… you don’t talk to strangers— but there’s something different about dodge. was it his charm? his looks? or the way you couldn’t get him off of your mind?

warnings… ends in smut, face riding, drinking (not drunk sex), iconic red cowboy boots, brief pain pleasure, dodge is soooo delusional

josie’s notes! um i kinda don’t remember how panic ended for dodge (i finished it a week ago) so take the beginning plot with a grain of salt

otherwise enjoy my lovelies ❤️

Dodge didn’t have many friends to begin with, but with most of the kids his age out of Cape and attending college, he did feel quite lonely. 

He’s not a stranger to the fact that college wasn’t in the cards for him– he had too many responsibilities. He knew his sister could very much take care of herself, but lazy Sunday’s on the couch next to her was where his heart truly belonged. 

His mother needed help managing the restaurant, because as much as she prided herself for her hardworking motherhood and independence, he saw the breath of relief she had whenever he was there.

He was perfectly fine as a blue collar working adult. What did he need college for anyway? It was too expensive, especially after the necessary but monetarily disappointing ending to Panic. He was too old to apply now.

Dodge took his time off of working at his bar to nurse the foam of a beer from another in a neighboring town. 

Was this really what his future was? He was dangerously nearing a seat in the same boat as the men surrounding him in the ambience of the dive bar: old (21) with a family at home (he was unattached with a sister and a single mother 5 minutes away from his apartment). 

Dodge might as well accept it; this was his destiny.

But the glimmer of fate came to him through a vision he wasn’t sure whether he was imagining from the wild dreams in his head or the material of a Playboy magazine. 

The mechanical bull sitting in the middle of the recreational space of the bar with a pretty girl attached to its saddle.

Dodge couldn’t tell if you were a saddle bronc rider (like himself) or just intensely familiar with your hips. You rode the mechanical bull like it was a kids bicycle with training wheels.

But with how you grinded against the fur of the mechanical bull with the rhythm it was bucking, he landed on the latter.

It was entrancing to look at, he admitted. The winks you sent into the collecting audience only strengthened his hopes of getting one shot at him. 

The mechanics continued to whir and spin you around, pathetic attempts to throw you off of the attraction you were obviously very skilled at riding. Have you been here before? Has he just never noticed you?

How could he never notice you.

Before he knew it, Dodge was leaning against the inflatable rim of the attraction, eyes wide in awe of your performance. One hand gripped the braided rope attached to the nape of the bull’s neck whilst the other waved in the air freely to your girlfriends, who had been screaming your name in the same way Dodge heard it yelled by paparazzi during award shows his sister watched on the weekends through the television.

The moderator of the attraction seemed just as impressed as anyone else watching you, even holding the twinge of suspicion some kept in the quirk of their brow. A crowd eventually formed around your performance, whistling and cheering you on as the meat of your calves squeezed the sides of the bull’s stomach.

Dodge thinks he heard a “yee haw!” come from the intoxicated group of guys (no younger than 30) stuffed in a booth attached to the wall facing your ass.

Bright digits flashed on the screen beside the control booth, announcing the new high score of Big Star Bar. 2 minutes and 36 seconds.

As you unmounted the artificial bull, Dodge didn’t pull his eyes away from you like the rest of the crowd did. You weren’t a one hit wonder, he had to know your secrets. What was a girl with hips like yours doing in a random dive bar in Texas?

Dodge wasn’t sure how to approach you, especially after losing you in the crowd of girls in identical cowboy hats and guys in flannel. He was lucky enough to skin his eyes over the bar and spot your sparkling red boots tapping and gliding against the dingy dance floor.

The boy filed through the crowd until the heat in the air turned from heavy to sweaty dance floor heavy. 

Dodge scanned the horseshoe— painted? —on the back of your jean jacket and how it paired with your cowboy boots. It felt like something out of a movie, seeing your outfit.

“This your first rodeo?” he greeted, though from his stance behind your back, he wasn’t surprised by the small jump in your shoulders. But when you turned around, you were just as beautiful up close than you were on that damn bull. Dodge noticed the thick pieces of glitter scattered across your collarbone and how it seemed to match with the other girls in your party.

“Sorry. I don’t talk to strangers,” you shrugged, offering Dodge a friendly smile in apology.

Your gaze didn’t even falter or scan him, just unwaveringly looking him in the eye before you turned around again to chat with your friends. 

“Aren’t those the most fun to talk to though?” Dodge tried, and god did it form a pit in his stomach to feel like one of those guys that pushed for a girl's attention— a bad guy.

This got you to turn back around again.

Truthfully, his looks were hard to deny; especially with that ivory colored cowboy hat on his head. Otherwise, he wore a navy tee with a pair of dark jeans and black boots; the simplest thing ever. 

One hand was stuffed in the pocket of his jeans, the other tapping its digits against the sweaty glass of a bottle of beer. 

“Do you really wanna talk? Grandma taught me that boys like you never want to just talk.” 

Dodge couldn’t fight against that, not confidently at least. He knew he didn’t want to just talk, but he also didn’t know what else he’d want to do. Is this what being in limbo felt like?

You gave Dodge the grace of a second before pointing an eyebrow at him and turning again, only this time walking off with your friends to a different corner of the bar.

Dodge was too stubborn to talk growing up, and in this moment— and only this moment —did he curse himself for doing so.

In Cape, everyone was a regular. 

It didn’t matter where you went or with whom, you were known better than the alphabet.

When Dodge came into town, he became a regular. In most places, at least.

He knew you weren’t from Cape because you weren’t a regular here. Which is why he was surprised to see the same red heels he’s been dreaming about since the weekend stroll into the establishment he worked in.

You knew what you were doing, of course. You knew about Dodge Mason because Gina knew about Dodge Mason, and she knew about Dodge Mason from her boyfriend Daniel.

That’s how you got here, wasn’t it? But, Dodge didn’t need to know that.

He didn't need to know how your girlfriends teased you for playing hard to get or how you began sweating just from looking into his piercing eyes.

And when those piercing eyes caught the sight of the painted horseshoe on your back, he thought it must be my lucky day.

As you sat at the bar, Dodge couldn’t think of any other way to praise whatever god trailed you in here rather than repeating the same ‘thank you’s in his head.

“Evening, lucky,” he coined the nickname from the symbol. You fought a smile at his wit, instead rolling your tongue along the flesh of your lip. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you sir?”

Dodge chortled at your act, but your face stood unwavering. Your tits looked perfect while pressed against the bar, but Dodge managed to pull his eyes a little higher to see the small tick in your neck signaling your so-called ‘confusion’.

You must’ve not liked his silence, because you picked up the silence with a small sigh and your order.

“May I have a shirley temple with just a dash of lime juice, please?” you batted your eyelashes at the unconvinced boy, being met with the playful roll of his eyes. 

Despite himself, Dodge began to concoct your beverage. You were strange, he thought. Where did you come from? Were you visiting? Would he see you again if nothing came from this conversation? How would he be sure?

He had to make sure this one counted, not like that pathetic excuse of conversation at the bar. The clicking of your nails rippling against the waxed bar behind his back mimicked the ticking clock– he might as well shoot a shot. Perhaps it was an easy target, especially with his luck sprawled against your back. 

“Did your grandma also teach you these manners?” Dodge planted the highball in front of your impatient hands. You took a look at the glass, then him, then to the glass again, where your eyes stayed as you tasted the drink. The sugar spreads across your tongue, satisfying its parched state.

“I still don’t talk to strangers,” you said, but the smirk that played on your face told Dodge something different. Your game wouldn’t fool him, not when you drop it just as limp as that. Did you want him like he wanted you?

You two weren’t strangers, no, he knew you were meant for something more. 

“So you admit to it,” he turned his head from the focus on your drink, only to catch your face hot with guilt. He chuckled to himself at your game.

“We ain’t strangers. This is our second meeting, perhaps fate is sending a message?” God, when did Dodge Mason become so sappy? He was grasping at the ends of a rope he wasn’t sure you were on the other end of.

But then you smiled. You smiled and twirled the skinny black straw around the ice of your drink. “And what message would that be?” you challenged.

Dodge leaned his elbows on the dark oak of the bar. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before his proposal, or rather, ‘the message’. “You should come home with me tonight.” He kept it at that; simple and charming. 

You giggled like a schoolgirl at his confidence. By the looks of it, he had been a lustful young adult, admittedly like you, with maybe a studio apartment. Your mind could only think of one thing he planned to do if you accepted the invitation, and you knew it wasn’t puzzles and lemonade. 

Were you opposed? Not entirely. 

“And what would this night entail? What do I get from entering your home? You gon’ drive me home after?” You matched his stance, leaning forward on the folded elbows you stuck to the waxy countertop. Dodge felt a stream of intimidation flow through his veins at the way you pointed your eyebrow at him.

“Might have to come to find out,” he replied, swiping his tongue over the toothpick that hung from his mouth. You couldn’t restrain your eyes from flickering down to the pair of lips. 

You were sure the sharp metal of his handle left a burning mark when he pushed you against it in the barren hallway of his apartment building. But with the incessant kissing of his lips distracting your mouth– and eventually everything else –it didn’t matter much to you anymore.

Your frame had been stripped of all fabric, laying in addition to his in the ratty hamper dejected in the corner of his room. Soon enough, he was insisting on a third round to cure the burdens of his barren tongue.

“Wanna see how you ride up close, baby,” he reasoned through a hushed tone, kissing the clammy skin of your temple.

How could you refuse? Especially when his hands began to rub those soothing circles into your hips and the tip of his tongue licked the shell of your ear during the whisper.

When he was prodding his tongue into your entrance a few minutes later, you knew it was the right decision to follow him out of the door. With your tits bouncing underneath the warm light thrusting through the ceiling of the sauna he called his room, Dodge took it upon himself to bruise your skin of this (rather heated) interaction through two large grips of his hands on your ass whilst you fucked his face. 

Dodge’s curious tongue soon turned into a hungry one, accompanied by the brief scraping of his teeth against the puffy lips of your pussy. The small bumping of his skull against the wooden headboard spurred him on rather than slowed him down, and you hoped the string of moans and mewls coming from your mouth were enough gratitude to satisfy his desires.

Due to popular demand– a loose request that fell in pieces from Dodge’s dumbstruck position underneath you –you wore his cowboy hat, glaze sticking from your hairline onto the weaved material. Dodge didn’t mind, in fact, he reveled in the thought of that same sweat mixing with his own during a rodeo. Dripping down his face just like how the sudden flood of your sweet juices were coating the stubble on his chin and the point of his nose. 

Dodge lived up to his word the morning after, tapping the ends of his fingers against the leather of the steering wheel to the tune of Bruce Springsteen’s voice singing “Glory Days” from the beaten up radio of Dodge’s Cadillac. Summers' heat wavered through the air of Cape even when Dodge drove past the speed limit on a lonely road. 

When you arrived at the doorstep of your grandmother's house, Dodge didn’t worry about the possibility of seeing you again, only admiring the way you swayed your hips and clicked your heels against the pavement during your strut. The corners of his lips pulled up into something that was not quite a smirk. 

He liked how your game was turning out.

traumatrios, 2024

divider by @saradika-graphics !

[kiwiplaetzchen]

💚🤣👍💖💕

Yee-haw? 😌😏

*closes eyes and clicks post* Go big or go home, right?

(HEADPHONE WARNING! For the love of Merlin, MDNI)

[wolfpup026]

Seven Sentence Yee-haws Sunday

Thanks for the tags @devilbearingtrouble and @in-my-loki-feels!

I've been working on the Avengers AU but since today is officially yeehaw sunday Loki gets a cowboy hat 🤠

No pressure tags: @cha-melodius, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @blackbirdofasgard, @lgwilt, @mirilyawrites

[jblockman1]

So something of a tradition amongst my friend group has been doing little tumblr posts about our weekly sunday dnd games. And it started with our module-based games like Descent into Avernus and Waterdeep Dragon Heist. But now its somewhat extended to all of our games.

And today is the start of a new Western one I'm running in my homebrew setting! So, let me formally introduce you all to

YEE HAW SUNDAY

LIKE to be Rootin'

REBLOG to be Tootin'

and by god

COMMENT to be Shootin'!

[fuckmeyer]

By Starlight chapter 14 coming this Sunday, March 10th yee haw

[in-my-loki-feels]

💆‍♂️ with lokius for the ask game? <3

I hope you don’t mind that I went down the au route for this one. 👀 Happy Yee haw Sunday, y’all! 

ETA: Now expanded to a 6k fic on AO3!

CW NSFW

6.💆‍♂️ Massage

“Tough day, Sheriff?” 

Annie wasn’t putting much pressure into her touch as she ran her hands over Mobius’ bare back, but none of Miss Eleanor’s girls were trained like that. They’d been instructed how to release tension the old fashioned way. 

Still, her hands smoothing over his skin felt nice as he lay on his stomach, head turned to the side and eyes closed. It had been a long day and when Miss Eleanor, an old friend, offered a hot bath and a massage—“On the house, for all your hard work, Sheriff”—Mobius had no reason not to accept. The only thing else he had calling his name was an empty house and a bottle of bourbon. 

The water from the bath had drained most of the tightness from his shoulders. Annie wasn’t gonna work out the rest, only help him get closer to a good night’s sleep. And all the girls here knew Mobius well enough not to try tempting him for anything more.  

A light knock at the door sounded before he could answer. 

“Sorry, Sheriff," Annie said with a sigh. "That’s probably Miss Eleanor. I’ll be right back.” 

“Take your time, Annie,” he said, not bothering to open his eyes. If Eleanor needed to pull Annie away for an actual paying customer, he wouldn’t complain. 

He didn’t hear their conversation, but a few moments later the door closed and soft footfalls came back to where he lay. Instead of picking up where she’d left off, Annie laid a single finger at the top of Mobius’ spine, then slowly drew it down the center of his back. That alone was unusual, but something else felt off, something about the feel of her finger. Annie’s skin was soft, unblemished by anything like—

Calluses, Mobius thought. His eyes flew open but before he could push himself up, two hands—larger and stronger than Annie’s—pressed down, keeping him in place as the owner of those hands hopped up to sit astride Mobius on the bed. 

“Now, now, Sheriff,” a familiar, highfalutin voice murmured near his ear. “No need to get up.” 

“Loki Laufeyson,” Mobius ground out, trying to see over his shoulder. There was enough light from the candles to recognize the man pinning him down, even if he couldn’t fully see that telltale smirk.

Loki had been a thorn in Mobius’ side since he took over as sheriff. They’d been playing cat and mouse for weeks, but Loki’d never sought him out like this. Mobius looked towards his revolver, but it was in its holster on the nightstand, well out of reach. 

“What d’you want?” he asked. 

A low chuckle above him made Mobius suddenly aware of the position he was in. Facedown on the bed, unarmed and naked ‘cept for a towel around his waist, with the most notorious outlaw in the West straddling his hips. Mobius could feel the inner seams of Loki’s chaps through the thin cloth and when Loki shifted to lean his weight into his hands, his knees squeezed Mobius’ sides. 

A spark of heat lit in Mobius’ belly, a dangerous feeling. 

“Thought you might want some help relaxing,” Loki said, his tone nonchalant but his grin audible. 

The drag of his hands across Mobius’ skin was so different from Annie’s dainty touch. Loki swept his hands up to Mobius’ shoulders, squeezing with surprising strength for a man who looked like he was missing his three square meals a day. Loki’s thumb found a knot and dug in, causing Mobius to groan. He heard another chuckle above him.

“So tense, Sheriff. What could have caused this?” 

“You know damn well,” Mobius grumbled. 

Loki didn’t respond, focusing on the troublesome spot he’d found, until Mobius felt the muscle loosen under Loki’s touch. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and Loki’s fingers moved on to seek out the next knot. 

Loki worked with startling efficiency. There was no doubt what he was doing was helping, but as the tension in Mobius’ back released, a different kind was building low in his gut. He tried to hold himself still, even as the urge to rock into the bed grew stronger with each sweep of Loki’s hands up his back.  

Then Loki spread his knees a little, putting more of his weight on Mobius as he shifted his hips and pressed an unmistakable hardness against Mobius’ ass. At the same time, he curled his fingers to drag his nails down Mobius’ back. 

“Fuck!” Twin jolts of heat shot through Mobius, making his hips jerk. He pressed his forehead against the bed, hot all over, unable to ignore his erection any longer. 

What the hell were they doing? 

“Loki, what—” He made a strangled sound as Loki’s hands settled on his waist and squeezed. Loki bent down low enough that his hair fell forward to tickle Mobius’ skin. 

“Get some rest, Sheriff,” he murmured in Mobius’ ear. “Might have another long day ahead of you.” 

Then he licked a line up the back of Mobius’ neck, shocking Mobius so thoroughly, he didn’t react when Loki swung a leg over him, getting off the bed as easily as dismounting a horse. Mobius was still recovering his wits when he heard the door close. 

He scrambled up then, but immediately pressed a hand to his crotch, afraid that if Annie walked in just then, she’d see more than he’d like her to. Loki was gone, would be long gone by the time Mobius was dressed enough to give chase. Mobius stared at the door, trying to will his erection away, and wondered what kind of game Loki was playing. 

He could’ve killed Mobius easily while he had him down, slit his neck or put a bullet in his head. Instead, he’d used those clever hands to unwind the knots in Mobius’ back, then slipped away, but not before making sure Mobius knew Loki had been enjoying it just as much as he had. 

Mobius blew out a breath, running a hand through his shaggy hair before reaching for his clothes. He wasn’t going to find Loki tonight, but he wasn’t gettin’ no sleep either. Maybe the answers he needed would be at the bottom of a glass of bourbon, or maybe it’d all make more sense in the morning. Either way, he wanted out of this room before Annie or Miss Eleanor found him in the state Loki had left him.

Prompts are here. Other ficlets here.

[lynxindisguise]

sunday snippet

ty for the tags @kaaaaaaarf @fruityindividual I'm finally back to writing (yee haw!)

“Cheers. I mean... thank you kindly.” Black takes a long swig and sighs, casting a glance out the window. “I don’t know how to be a cowboy.” “I’ve got a hard time believing that.” A comment twitches across Black’s lips, dying at the mouth of the bottle. “Suppose, most days I don’t really know how to be a teacher,” Remus adds. “You’re a great teacher.” He clears his throat. “So I’ve heard.” “So are you, it seems. You’ve done well by Harry.” Black smiles to himself, then looks up, searching. “And yet you still seem wary of me. Why?” When he doesn’t answer, the toe of Black’s heavy boot nudges his shin. “Is it because you find me handsome?” Remus’s eyes widen. So that’s what this is. All this time he’s been worried about being recognised as the wrong type of monster. “It’s alright, Remus. I find you handsome too.” The cowboy relishes his shock, smirking his way through another sip.

open tag!!

[nerdychaoscherryblossom]

Once Upon a Pixar (2026)

Hello. It's me, and this is the Pixar version of Once Upon a Studio called Once Upon a Pixar.

(The film opens with the headquarters at Pixar as the employees leave for the day.)

Pixar Intern: It's so incredible to think that George Lucas started Pixar back in 1979 until it was founded by Steve Jobs in 1986 40 years ago today. To think of all those talented animators and unforgettable characters who have been a part of the studio over the years.

Pete Docter: Yep. (as he and the intern turn around one last time) If the characters could talk to each other.

(Pete Docter and the intern leave as the door closes while the title comes up: "Once Upon a Pixar". The camera zooms into a photo picture of Woody, Jessie and Bullseye running on a record player. Woody glances back as everything seems quiet in the lobby.)

Woody: Psst! Atta. Princess Atta. You there?

(Princess Atta flies into the lobby and over to his picture.)

Woody: Is that it? They all gone?

Princess Atta: Yep, they're all gone.

Woody: Yee-haw! (he, Jessie and Bullseye leap out of the picture) Come on, Jessie, this is it.

Jessie: Let's get everyone. Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!

Joy: (gasps) There's the signal! All right, everyone! (she, Sadness, Anger, Fear, and Disgust jump out of their production cell) It's picture time!

Elio Silos: That's tonight?

Joy: That's now.

Ember Lumen: The 40-year group photo. (she and Wade jump out of their production cell as well) And the sun's going down. Come on, Wade, let's feel the burn!

Wade Ripple: Ooh, a fire pun. (chuckles) Got to like that.

(Suddenly, Arlo and Spot come out of their production cell as Wade gasps and goes against the wall.)

Arlo: (chuckles nervously) Sorry.

Woody: Picture time, gang!

Mei Lee: (chuckles) Okay, here we come!

(Mei Lee, Miriam, Abby, Priya and Tyler jump out of their production cell while they laugh.)

Abby: Wake up, everyone!

(The Oozma Kappa come out of their production cell as Squishy yells while Russell, Carl and Dug walk down the hallway.)

Russell: Whoa!

Dug: Awesome!

Russell: Oh, Mr. Lightyear! Get the folks upstairs!

Buzz Lightyear: Roger that, Russell. To infinity and beyond!

(Buzz Lightyear flies upstairs as Lightning McQueen drives happily down the hall with Mater.)

Mater: Yee-haw!

Merida: (jumps out of her production cell) It's picture time! (runs to the lobby) We're meeting at the lobby!

Flik: Okay! See you there!

(Miguel Rivera and Riley Andersen ride on Dim as Dim flies to the lobby.)

Miguel Rivera: (hollers)

(Francis gives a fun ride to Dash Parr.)

Dash Parr: Whoa! Higher! (laughs)

(Francis chuckles as Remy and Emile slide down the stairs as Luca Paguro lands on the floor and sighs as he catches Nemo.)

Nemo: Water.

Luca Paguro: (shudders and rushes to the counter)

P.T. Flea: No, no, no, there's no time for snacks!

Luca Paguro: Uh, Andy! A little help here?

Andy Davis: Oh, uh, let me see here. There we go, a nice bucket of water.

(Luca Paguro dunks Nemo to a bucket of water.)

Nemo: (grunts)

Linguini: (chuckles) Oh, waiter! There's a fish in the bucket! (laughs)

(Ernesto de la Cruz tries to get candy from the vending machine while he curses in Spanish as Mr. Incredible and Frozone walk down the hall.)

Mr. Incredible: Yikes! Do you think all the villains might catch up?

Frozone: Hmm. (freezes Syndrome in his frame) Not all.

Syndrome: (strains)

(Rex goes to the elevator with Imelda Rivera, Manticore, Ian, Barley and Laurel Lightfoot.)

Imelda Rivera: Going down?

Roz: Hold the elevator. I'm going to the lobby.

Rex: Huh? Oh, you've got to be joking.

(Joe Gardner hums to "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" while he draws Hector Rivera.)

Brook Ripple: Hey, black man. Shake a leg, will ya?

Joe Gardner: The leg won't make a difference, it's all in the wrist.

(Hector Rivera bursts out of the drawing as Joe Gardner shrieks in surprise.)

Hector Rivera: Ay! I haven't seen a fall like that since Spain. (fixes the chair) Oh! Much better.

(At the men's room, Hopper, 4*Town and Chef Skinner freshen up as Chef Skinner blows a kiss and chuckles. Suddenly, Tuck and Roll appear in front of his eyes, laughing, as Jessie opens the door.)

Jessie: Let's move it, gentlemen!

(While Lorenzo Paguro tries to free his wife Daniela Paguro from her picture, Giulia Marcovaldo walk with Buster, Mr. Mittens, Larry and Machivelli.)

Giulia Marcovaldo: Uh-huh. Meeting at the lobby. Don't eat the rats.

(Scud tries to eat Remy and Emile but Dante pops up and scares Scud away, thus saving the rats' lives. While Izzy and her team walk by, Mei Lee and her friends watch a cartoon on a TV.)

Izzy Hawthorne: Come on, everyone, you're gonna have nightmares.

(Zurg pops out of the TV and scares Mei Lee and her friends away, laughing. Back at the elevator, Roz makes it in time.)

Roz: Thanks very much for holding the elevator.

Rex: (groans)

Evelyn Deavor: I'm also going to the lobby as well.

Rex: Huh? Oh, come on!

(While M-O is being followed and annoyed by Dot, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson follow down the stairs, where Mr. Anderson is the one to drop his wallet and they laugh. Buster picks up the wallet and runs off with it.)

Mr. Anderson: Hey, Buster! Andy, get your dog!

(Woody follows up the stairs as he looks amused when he sees Underminer leading Colette Tatou with his hypnosis watch.)

Woody: Underminer? Underminer! You-- You stop that now, Underminer!

Rosie: Don't worry, Woody. (chuckles) I got this.

(Rosie hits Underminer offscreen unconsciously.)

Woody: Huh. (gasps) Wow.

(Woody looks up at photographs of John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton, Pete Docter, Lee Unkrich and Joe Ranft while he takes his hat off.)

Buzz Lightyear: Oh, Woody, where are you? We're at the lobby!

Woody: (chuckles) Got to go, but thanks. (puts his hat back on) On with the show.

(At the lobby, Woody rides on WALL-E with a fire extinguisher)

Woody: Yee-haw!

Mike Wazowski: Coast is clear, Sheriff.

Woody: Great! (holds the door open) Right this way, everybody.

(Sulley bumps into the door.)

Woody: Oh! Sulley, are you okay?

James P. Sullivan: (grunts) Never better, Eastwood. (accidentally trips the trash can)

Stinky Pete: I knew I'm surrounded by... (gets startled by Slim who rides on EVE) Idiots!

Slim: Tallyho! Whee! I'll show you the world! (laughs)

Woody: Oh, great, the ladder.

(Buzz sets the ladder while he hums.)

Mr. Dicker: Every time it gets hard. Money, money, money.

Woody: All right, everyone. Get-- Get together now. (to Tinny) Oh. After you, Tinny.

Emile: Oh. Pardon me.

Francis: (holds up a camera) Here's the camera, Lightyear.

Buzz Lightyear: (takes a camera and chuckles) Thanks, Francis. (climbs up the ladder)

Woody: Buzz, be careful!

Buzz Lightyear: (makes it to the top) All right, now where's the timer button?

Molt: Oh, oh! Three, two, one! (Randall Boggs grins)

(Buzz accidentally falls off while he screams and breaks the camera. As Buster walks to the broken camera, Buzz recognizes it.)

Andy Davis: Come on, Buster. (Buster runs back to Andy)

Buzz Lightyear: Huh? Oh, no. It's ruined.

Anger: Well, that was fun!

Sadness: Maybe we can try again in another forty years.

(The characters sigh disappointedly and are about to leave.)

Woody: Oh, no, no, wait. Come back. It-- It-- It'll be fine. It'll be...

(Just as the characters are about to leave, Randy Newman appears from nowhere while he plays "You've Got a Friend in Me" on piano with his orchestra.)

Randy Newman: ♪ You've got a friend in me ♪

♪ You've got a friend in me ♪

♪ When the road looks rough ahead ♪

♪ And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed ♪

Hopper: I knew this was gonna happen.

Randy Newman: ♪ You just remember what your old pal said ♪

♪ Boy, you've got a friend in me ♪

♪ Yeah, you've got a friend in me ♪

(While the song goes on, Mr. Incredible fixes the camera as Buzz looks excited and Sulley puts the ladder back in position. Manny and Gipsy lift Buzz to help him up as Buzz sets the camera up for the photo.)

♪ Some other folks might be ♪

♪ A little bit smarter than I am ♪

♪ Bigger and stronger too, maybe ♪

♪ But none of them will ever love you ♪

♪ The way I do, it's me and you, boy ♪

♪ And as the years go by ♪

♪ Our friendship will never die ♪

♪ You're gonna see it's our destiny ♪

All: ♪ You've got a friend in me ♪

♪ You've got a friend in me ♪

♪ You've got a friend in me ♪

(The camera flashes as the group photo in the Pixar hall is taken, and the short ends with a text "To the animators, directors and crew of Pixar who worked for 40 years on movies and short films, Thank You." and then the song ends.)

Well, I think this is the transcript. I hope you like it. I also hope Pixar does a new short film like Once Upon a Studio did. Have a Happy New Year.

[thecouchsofa]

📚NaNovember Stats 2024 (Month in Review)🌻

Total words written: ❗52,470 words ❗

No. of days written on: ❗22/30 days❗

No. of days used for editing: 1/30 days

Most productive week: November 1-7, with 15,201 words written

Most productive day: Sunday the 24th - 6,428 words written

Fics worked on: 7, including:

TTPD server gift fic (completed, ready for editing)

AAF/Something in the Orange (Drarry, currently stands at 40k total and est. 60% complete)

Dronarry fest (yee haw 🤠)

Bottomianos PWP (Capri, completed and ready for editing)

Hand and finger kink PWP parts 1, 2, and 3 (Drarry, parts 1 & 2 completed and ready for editing, part 3 in progress)

Favourite fic written this month: SiTO 🧡

Longest Fic written this month: SiTO - 19.5k of my monthly word count was towards that fic

Fics posted this month: 1:

Give/Take (Will/James - Dark Rise) (2k, E)

Thoughts: NaNo done, dusted, and fucking obliterated - I completed my 50k goal a week early and cruised to another few k's of additions. My progress was very consistent throughout the month (see graph below); my smallest writing week was still 11k! I got stuck into a WiP that I've been adding to on and off for the better part of a year and I'm getting pumped to finish it. Hopefully I'll send it to the editing basket next month, but who knows - my estimates of fic word counts are so far off that they're never in the same ballpark as the end total. If this fic goes over 80k someone needs to come to my house and throw water on me.

December's new name is Editcember; a cursed moniker for a cursed month. Aside from editing the five things I completed during NaNo, hopefully I'll finish writing the fic mentioned above. The plan is also to get stuck into my Seer Laurent WiP but I'm banning myself from that doc until SiTO is done (mainly because I'll need to do a reread of Capri for worldbuilding purposes and I refuse to let the Drarry fixation shift until this fucking fic is done. It's been sitting there for too long and it's taking up brain space)

December goal: 40,000 words - summer is here baby ☀️🌻🌇

⭐ Total word count for 2024 so far: 364,682 words ⭐

[abubblingcandle]

Six (Seven actually) Sentence Sunday

From Like A Black Hole (aka. the post Two Aces fic)

“I’m sure I do not have to tell you Jamie that receiving a call from AFC Richmond terminating your loan is disappointing,” Pep stated as soon as the door to his office was closed. “I, yeah,” Jamie stammered, standing in front of Pep’s desk with his head down. He stared at the grain of the wood and the engraved detailing to try and keep himself still. He was sorry. He didn’t think Lasso would be brave or stupid enough to doom his team for his stupid yee-haw bullshit. And sorry idiots didn’t fidget. He just had to stand there and take his bollocking.

[spotsandsocks]

Tag 9 people you want to know better

Tagged by @monsterrae1 @prince-buck-diaz @hippolotamus @rogerzsteven @mandzuking17 @cowboy-buddie @ronordmann you’re all adorable

Favourite colour: an impossible question I love all colours and can not possibly choose - maybe teal maybe purple maybe pink but I like yellow too and green is nice and so is blue and pastels but bright colours work for me as well - you see my problem I’ll go with 🌈

Currently reading: Rope 'n Ride by @panbuckley delightfully hot stuff 🤠 yee haw and @cowboy-buddie is giving me cuteness with When I lose my grip you pull me back but I know there angst and heartbreak coming 🤨😘

Last song: closer I am to fine is in my head from Barbie movie and out beloved 911 of course

Last series: Star Trek strange new worlds is giving me joy

Last movie: Barbie - 🌸👛👚🎀🩷💖💓💞💗🌸🌷🌺🐽

Sweet/savory/spicy: hard choice! Sweet I think 🍰🧁🍰🍫🍪🍩🍭🍦🍯🍨

Currently working on : author!Buck/flash challenge trope mate or die /tidying up a unexpected fic I didn’t know I’d write till yesterday /haven't forgotten the angstfest fic and sombeobdy @heartbeatdiaz has got me thinking about windowcleaner!buck now too 💕 (and brain percolating good knight sequel… cal and dragons in danger 😯

Tags for @shortsighted-owl @thekristen999 @bekkachaos @yelenasbuddie @spaceprincessem @panbuckley @caroandcats @heartshapedvows @heartbeatdiaz @fiona-fififi @barbiediaz @alyxmastershipper @thewolvesof1998 @honestlydarkprincess @my @buddierights (yup I can’t count thought Sundays had established that 😉

If you’ve already done it tag me in the post I’d love to see it 😘

[in-my-loki-feels]

Title: In a Fever Until the End Rating: E Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius Some Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Sheriff Mobius M. Mobius, Outlaw Loki Laufeyson, POV Mobius M. Mobius, Enemies to Lovers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Pining, Bathing/Washing, Banter, and a little bit of jealousy from both of them as a treat Word Count: 10k

After their rushed encounter in Mobius' home, Loki had suggested they would take their time when they saw each other next. Then he up and disappeared. Mobius has been trying to convince himself to move on when who should blow back into town but the devil himself.

I'm back with more cowboy AU for Yee Haw Sunday! Thank you to everyone who showed loved for the snippets I've been posting. I hope you find this worth the wait. 🤠💚🧡🤎

[wr1t3w1tm3]

Hometown Thanksgiving Vibes

- Goes home before the actual break to have emergency wisdom tooth removal.

- misses 2 tests

- Needs to watch Narnia: LW&W for a Phil Psych essay

- Must also listen to a reading for said essay

- Must study for zumba test

- Want to write, like 5 things (at least one is my WIP)

- Need to buy Christmas presents for my suitemates

- Drive 30 minutes to a PT appointment for my ✨️silly little neck and back✨️

- Had a cute little 12 ounce iced matcha with pomegrant from the coffee shop in a small town that finally opened on my way home

- Am contemplating existance

- Saw the contractor/father of multiple kids I went to grade and hs with at the coffee shop.

- Yee Haw at least my mouth don't hurt to bad right now

- It may snow Saturday and I gotta go back to school Sunday

- 😒