#you're a cowboy like me
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lucylucius · 2 years ago
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you're a cowboy like me? 🤠☆・゚: *
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moonyhigh · 8 months ago
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~☾~
You're a cowboy like me
Perched in the dark
Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear
Like it could be love
I could be the way forward
Only if they pay for it
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~☆~
You're a bandit like me
Eyes full of stars
Hustling for the good life
Never thought I'd meet you here
It could be love
We could be the way forward
And I know I'll pay for it
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~☪︎~
Now you hang from my lips
Like the Gardens of Babylon
With your boots beneath my bed
Forever is the sweetest con
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ac - likeafunerall
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jonathanbyersphd · 1 year ago
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Nancy and Jonathan can't break up I need them to break the law & look hot doing it again in s5
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need a cowboy like me :(
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narsh-poptarts · 1 year ago
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SOMETIMES YOU MAKE A NEW CHARACTER FOR MONSTER OF THE WEEK AND YOU GET A LITTLE OBSESSED WITH THEM
This is Wesley Bernavelli (he/him) !!!! he's a Hex cowboy witch B))))) think anathema device or perhaps shrink and forcible from coraline, that brand of witchy
he's perhaps.... a little weird...
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woefulstar · 2 months ago
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its always "music is subjective" until its taylor swift. no I'm not defending a millionaire white woman. I'm defending the people who enjoy her art. calling her lyrics shallow and meaningless is insulting to the people who connect with those lyrics.
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haunted-phantom-student · 2 months ago
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Crazy how many songs Taylor Swift clearly sat down and deliberately wrote about Ian Gallagher and/or Mickey Milkovich
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hawnks · 2 months ago
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Logging out for a while, love you miss you <3
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elitehoe · 5 months ago
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He has done nothing wrong, and his actions are completely justified, everyone has vilified him, but not me, I see him, I know he's innocent, I know his heart.
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averycutesalamander · 6 days ago
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hello hope u r doin okay my lurv !!
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thank you my love 💝💝💝 im doing alright :) feeling better burnout-wise bc i took a break yesterday!! (also i realized that yesterday was the first day where i didn't open a doc for the first time in uhhhhh. too long lol. which is probably why im burned out. oops??) pray for a swift recovery for me bc the drafts are Haunting Me LOL
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dindjarindiaries · 2 years ago
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Takes One to Know One
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summary: Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.
pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader
contains: light angst, fluff, alcohol
rating: T
word count: 2.082k
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“I’ll have whatever they’re having.” Mando’s helmet gestures to you out of the corner of your eye.
You set your cup upon the bar and chuckle as the chemist goes to work. The cantina that had been bursting with conversation has since quieted down, though the volume starts to rise once again when Mando’s relaxed posture upon the bar allows the wave of caution to pass through. Your gaze remains on your half-gloved fingers as they tap the side of your cup. “Will you even drink it?”
Mando drums his gloved fingers against the bar as he rests upon his elbow. “Take a guess.”
You turn your head to look at him with an eyebrow raised. “No.”
Mando tilts his helmet and gives the chemist a nod of thanks when they slide his drink over. He offers them the necessary credits and focuses back on you. “‘No as in you won’t guess, or no as in I won’t drink this?”
You shrug and draw a sip from your cup. “Both.”
Mando huffs and holds the cup in his gloved grasp. “Well played.”
“It’s Gamorrean ale, by the way.” You swish the liquid around the inside of your cup and keep your gaze fixed upon it. “So,” you gesture to his drink with your own, “what’s the point?”
Mando glances around the bar. “You have to earn your place here.”
You set down your drink and cross your arms, leaning your hip against the edge of the bar. “So that you could torment me about taking yet another job from underneath my nose?”
Mando sets his free hand upon his hip. “Last I checked, you were the one taking all the good work.”
You fight the urge to smile. “Then everything’s as it should be.” You look around the rest of the cantina that’s filled with the hunters you’re in constant competition with. “Though no one really wins with the fuel prices these days.”
Mando tilts his helmet at that. “Maybe if the New Republic actually decided on a currency…”
“It’s the Outer Rim, Mando.” You flash him a dubious look. “Whatever the New Republic decides yesterday, today, or tomorrow doesn’t matter out here.”
Mando heaves a sigh. “Fair enough.”
You reach for your cup and lift it up to your lips once again, using it to conceal your growing smile. “It also doesn’t help when you pilot a massive gunship that eats up fuel like a Hutt.”
Mando’s gloved thumb tucks inside his belt. “How many bounties can you fit in your ship?” When you remain silent, Mando nods at you. “That’s what I thought.”
“It's primitive.” You raise your glass to Mando in a fake toast. “I’ll give you that.”
“It’s effective.”
“And primitive.”
Mando doesn’t respond for a long moment. He considers the cup in his hand while you watch his armored shoulders rise and fall in a steady breath. “It keeps me off the grid.”
You raise your brow at him, impressed. “So, you’re admitting it?”
Mando’s visor gives you a warning look. “I’m telling you why it’s useful.”
“Because it’s so old that it stays off New Republic and Imperial radars.”
Before Mando has a chance to retaliate, someone jumps up onto a stool and yells to the entire cantina. “Hey!” The man manages to gain everyone’s attention, including yours. He keeps his drink held in one hand and wraps the other around the shoulders of a woman at his side. “I just asked her to marry me!” He lifts his cup in a joyous toast. “And she said yes!”
The cantina completes his toast and erupts into drunken cheers and applause. You shake your head despite the fact you’re smiling. You draw a sip from your drink and face Mando at the bar once again. Your cup stays between your hands as your gaze falls to the small amount that’s left inside it. “Can I pick your brain for a minute, Mando?”
Mando straightens himself and nods. “Sure.”
You glance back at the couple that’s now sharing a kiss. Your lips struggle not to form a scowl at the sight. “Do you believe in love?”
Mando’s armored chest inflates with a breath he holds there. “That’s… not what I was expecting.” His visor watches his fingers tap against his cup before he speaks again. “Do you?”
You shake your head. “No. I don’t.” Your words win Mando’s full attention back as his visor meets your gaze. “Everything is temporary, even feelings. Anger, sadness, joy, they’re all temporary.” You gesture to the couple behind you. “So is love. One day you love them, the next day you don’t.” You shrug. “It’s all the same to me. I just don’t buy into it.”
Mando nods, his visor falling to the full drink in his hand once again. He waits a beat before he responds. “Love is trust, and this isn’t a trustworthy galaxy.”
You widen your eyes as you lower your cup from your lips. “You agree with me, then?”
Mando’s helmet tilts at you as he shrugs. “It’s just not for me.”
“In that case…” you lift your cup in your hand and raise it towards him, “to being smarter than love.”
Mando huffs and lifts his cup. He toasts it against your own before you finish off your ale. With a dramatic sigh, you set your empty cup upon the bar and slap down a few extra credits.
“Well, Mando, it’s always a pleasure. Thanks for entertaining my curiosities.” You gesture towards Greef Karga’s seat across the room. “But I’ve got to take yet another good job from you.”
Mando shakes his helmet at you as you start to walk off. “Have fun with that.”
You answer him without looking back. “I will!”
Mando’s thoughts on love had only further reassured you that your own outlook was right. Love was a fallacy, something that was only dealt to earn something else in return. It could never last forever.
But maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong for once in your life.
The thought makes you smile as you force yourself to escape the arm draped over your waist. It remains motionless even as you maneuver yourself to sit upon the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off the side as you glance back to investigate. Thankfully, he’s still asleep, his mass of brown hair spread across the pillow in a way that only makes your smile grow. Your foot accidentally knocks against one of his boots beneath the bed as you stand and stretch. You take one of his shirts for both warmth and comfort on your way out of the room.
The rest of the cabin is starting to glow with the radiance of Nevarro’s dawn. With both the boys still asleep, the cabin is as peaceful as ever, giving you the space and time to dwell on your early morning thoughts and memories. It’s easy to make the usual two cups of caf without any distractions. It’s somewhat like the life you used to have, not that you would ever miss it.
You take one of the cups between your hands and walk towards the window near the front of the cabin. The sun is slow in its rising above the plains of the Nevarro lava flats and fields. You’re becoming used to this routine, waking up at a decent hour in a place you get to call your own. It’s much different from the year or two spent on a primitive ship, as well as the following years spent staying wherever they would take your credits. But those years had still been some of the best. 
And that’s what love truly is.
It’s also the skip in your heart when you hear footsteps approaching from your room. He never stays asleep for long, not without you at his side. His touch is delicate upon your back as he makes his presence known. You look up at him and beam at the way the dawn’s warmth casts his face in a warm glow and illuminates the golden flecks within his brown gaze.
“Good morning,” you greet, your voice as soft as the look you share. You lift your steaming cup to show him. “I made some caf for you.”
“I saw.” Din’s lips remain tugged up in a small smile as he lifts his hand to your chin. “Thank you.” He kisses you in a show of affection so sweet it nearly makes your knees buckle beneath you. Din holds you as if he’s aware of this, his grasp secure even as he pulls away and walks back towards the kitchen. “You left me alone.”
You turn away from the window to face him from across the room. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
Din lifts his brow as he raises his cup to his lips. “I always wake up when you leave.”
You smile despite his words, watching as he enjoys his first cup of caf. You start to make your approach as your thoughts from this morning return. “Remember when you used to buy drinks at the bar and never actually drink them?”
Din leans his hips against the counter and tilts his head at you. “It was decorum.”
You stand across the counter from him, setting your caf down and resting upon your elbows. “Or was it just an excuse to talk to me?”
 Din glances away from you, his face reddening as he shrugs. “Both.”
You grin at the warmth in your chest. “Well played.”
Din’s gaze returns to you, an eyebrow lifted in suspicion. “This seems familiar.” He stands up taller and crosses his arms. “What’s on your mind?”
You start to stare at the caf that sits between your hands. “Remember when we told each other we didn’t believe in love?”
Din softens, his hands resting upon the counter as he fights to regain your attention. “I do.” He takes a deep breath and sips from his caf before continuing. “I know that I said whatever I said because of my fear of losing the connection we had.” Din huffs to himself. “I didn’t know what it was at that point, but…” he lifts his cup and toasts it towards you, “I sure as hell do now.”
You smile and reach for one of his hands, holding it upon the countertop. “I just didn’t want to get hurt. I was afraid of vulnerability.” You give his hand a squeeze. “But I think you’d already vowed to protect me even before I said those words to you.”
“I had.” Din runs his thumb over your knuckles. “But you were the one who agreed to go against the Guild to help me.”
You gesture with your head to another room inside the cabin. “I mean, Grogu was pretty convincing, too.”
Din chuckles and nods in agreement. “Yeah, you have a point.”
You give his hand a squeeze before you let it go, walking around the counter to meet Din where he stands. Your free hand presses upon his chest as you look up at him. “I guess I just want to say thank you.” You tap his chest. “For proving me wrong.”
Din lifts his hand to the side of your face. “Thank you for giving me the chance to.” He kisses you again, bringing you to a galaxy of your own for a moment that you wish you could suspend in time.
When you both pull away, you rest your head against his chest and close your eyes in content. Your voice is hushed as you speak. “I love you.” You take a deep breath. “I mean it.”
“I know you do.” Din’s hand secures your head in place against him. “I love you, too.” His chin rests upon the top of your head. “And I also love how much better you look in my clothes than I do.”
You laugh at that, the warmth of his sweetness and affection rivaling that of the caf you still keep clutched in your free hand. Life may not be what you once expected, but for once in your life, it’s for the better. All it took was trusting someone who used to seem just as untrustworthy as yourself.
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crimeronan · 6 months ago
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went to pride today and had a lovely time :) all of the furries and queens and teenagers in town seemed to be there. i'm For Sure gonna be kind of fucked up tomorrow because my body is not well enough currently to be on its feet in 80f/27c weather for five hours, but!! dignity of risk and all that. i talked to so many queer people and partook in so much queer joy and that was way more important than my ability to leave my bed tomorrow :D
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moonyhigh · 4 months ago
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iraaaa
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stupidcowboykid · 1 year ago
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hate it when the character is like "and i... i don't know what me and (their important person) are yet... but i want to survive long enough to figure it out" and then what they are is always heterosexual monogamous romantic relationship. i want characters who get WEIRD with it
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timothyslucy · 2 months ago
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put a cowboy hat on tim, i wanna see what lucy does.
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georgieluz · 1 year ago
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– did you love me when he was just my friend?
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papa i don't need a preacher / i ain't some kind of creature / from some old double feature / i just wanna make you proud / of the kind of love i've found / but you say it ain't allowed / say it's a sin / but it's how i've always been / did you love me when he was just my friend? / daddy, do you think i've turned out right?
george luz, son of a small town preacher, grew up hearing that all love is heaven sent, that it's holy and true in all its forms. it was told to him every night before he closed his eyes and by the time he reaches adulthood, it's a core part of his nature. love is good. welcomed and encouraged. he sees it in the way his father glances at his mother, sat next to him in the second pew, before he begins every sermon, and he sees it in the quiet support she always gives back. he feels it every day when his dog licks at the palm of his hand whilst he sits restlessly on the front porch, wondering if there's something more out there than this one small town.
love is good. welcomed. encouraged. he meets the new hire at foxtail creek, a small ranch about a mile outside the town border, in the summer. the newcomer mostly keeps to himself, a rancher looking for temporary work. george can't help but be intrigued by the first outsider he's met in months and takes it upon himself to befriend the man. he'd always been good at making friends, most just pass through, or eventually move away, but george had always been content with the fact that his self-proclaimed wit and charm managed to win them over for however long they gave him. slowly, as he and the rancher become more and more intwined, george begins to realise that, in his neck of the woods, not all love is sent from above, at least not in the eyes of his friends and family.
– playlist for fic: heaven sent
– cowboy collab: #easy company cowboys
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