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glassfullofsass · 11 months
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Queen of the Rodeo - A Ronance AU
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Nancy Wheeler grew up in the saddle. She's spent more time on horseback than on her own two feet, and she's loved every second.
But on the other side of forty, it's getting harder to ignore what it's cost her.
She'd done her time as rodeo queen like her mother before her, but unlike Karen, Nancy hadn't married up and settled down when her year was done. Instead, when it was time, she passed the crown on to the inimitable Erica Sinclar, and kept competing.
She'd had a good run, too, winning more breakaways than she scratched and constantly breaking her own records on the barrel races. But then her roping partner Barb had taken a bad fall and quit the arena all together, leaving Nancy to face the circuit alone.
Since then, Nancy's been the only rider on Coach Hopper's roster, and the old sheriff has been hinting at his own retirement for a while. Even his lady, the legendary Joyce Byers, idol of every cowgirl west of the Mississippi, had given up rodeos younger than Nancy was now, though she even still worked hard as a rancher.
Joyce certainly hadn't started riding roughstock at thirty like Nancy did, seizing an open slot at a back country rodeo that didn't care too much about propriety. And since then, Nancy’d driven two or three states over any time the WPRA could pull together enough competitors.
Nancy doesn't regret it, even when it hurts, even when she loses.
But it's starting to hurt more often than it doesn't, and she's losing more often than she wins these days. Plus, Barb isn't the only friend Nancy's run off; she burned a lot of bridges and broke a few hearts to earn her place at the top. She still loves the rodeo like nothing else, but it's getting to be lonely.
It’s also a long way down. She's not sure the Harringtons will keep her on as a ranch hand if she's not bringing prizes to their stables, and if she has to leave behind ranching on top of leaving the rodeo…
Something has to give soon, though. Nancy can read the writing on the wall: she's slowing down and even though it's only in milliseconds, it makes a difference on the breakaway.
If Nancy could let go and trust that she'd land on her feet, maybe she could get out of her own way. She's pushed away friends, family, and lovers, but if she'd risk being vulnerable just enough, she could still reconnect with a community – and one woman in particular – that still loves her.
Robin Buckley's parents made a number of decisions about her life that were supposedly for her safety. The wisest was, probably, never letting her near a horse.
So, though she grew up out in ranch country, surrounded by brush and cowboys, Robin's never so much as given a colt a sugar cube, let alone ridden a full grown mare or – heaven forbid – a stallion.
That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate a good rodeo. Or the riders, anyway.
But being an admirer – particularly of a woman's sport – doesn't pay the bills. 
Nor does an associate's degree in Spanish, as it turns out. So much for her late nights at the community college.
Once upon a time, Robin had bigger dreams. And it's not impossible to still chase them. Steve'd offered to take her, to load up his truck with their bags and just drive until they got somewhere. 
Robin knows she could do something, if she was somewhere. But that means leaving, and as much as Robin once thought she had to, it doesn't feel as necessary as it once did. And it’s a little more frightening, the idea of starting over, now that she’s no longer young and restless.
She has a place here now. She has regulars at the diner, and regulars at the bar, and Steve.
And yeah, sue her. She has some unresolved heartbreak courtesy of the local rodeo queen emeritus. It's been more than a few years since she and Nancy had anything between them, but messy and flash-paper quick as it was, Robin still carries a torch for her.
Hell, Robin has carried a torch for Nancy since they were both thirteen, and Robin wheedled her aunt into taking her to the rodeo for the very first time.
Nancy had been glorious, all red bows and silver thread, lightening quick around the barrels in a perfect clover leaf, strong and steady on a beautiful gray horse that thundered around the pen, kicking dust in its wake.
It's not like Robin had been naïve, going into things. Nancy wasn't the first cowgirl Robin had hooked up with, and she'd known she was hardly Nancy's first partner either. So Robin knew what she was getting with Nancy, the night she'd looked Robin over with those deep brown eyes and smiled honey-sweet.
She knew it wouldn't last, and that was fine.
Until it wasn't, because it did last. Longer than Robin expected, long enough that she forgot to hold back. Long enough that she forgot why she shouldn't fall in love.
She'd gotten burnt pretty bad, for that mistake.
Still, it had been years. Robin had moved on, had other partners, other relationships, had even been in love again.
Her breath still catches when she sees Nancy, and she's learned to live with it. She's just not sure she could live without it.
If she could find the resolve, Robin might find fulfillment elsewhere, where her ear for languages might be appreciated as more than a party trick and she wouldn't be dependent on tips to keep her lights on. But if she'd take a chance and risk her heart one more time, she'd find that the cowgirl of her dreams might be ready for a change of pace, too.
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mintcakeart · 6 months
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Aren't You Glad To Be A Pansy?
(inspired by @sweatermuppet's poetry and stickers, and my own very complicated relationship with gender and cowboys)
buy silas denver melvin's stickers! (i have... almost all of them, and they're great quality and let all the other transsexuals at the function know that i'm a cool queer poetry loser)
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secondbeatsongs · 2 years
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the thing about cowboys. is that I have feelings for them
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cheese-doorstop48 · 23 days
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TOO MANY IZUKUS!!!! IZUKU OVERLOAD!!!!!
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All the AUs and the image its based on!
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andr0nap · 10 months
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cowboy au but i commit to the lack of horses on no mans land
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howlonomy · 3 months
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Monster Clover, like this is so awesomecool.
They're such a little beast and it is amazing and please i need more, like written text even i just need the juicy lore and emotional moments that are circling in ur brain.
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HAT: RETRIEVED!!
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herfestivalunknown · 4 months
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What does your ideal girlfriend looks like?…hmu for meetup
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emkini · 3 months
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Realized I don't post art much here anymore. Have cowboys hualian in which Xie Lian can't find any work because farmers are instantly struck with the simultaneous fears that a) he's going to seduce their wives or b) he's going to seduce them and Hua Cheng is the local demon who no one has ever survived seeing and who definitely doesn't have every single sheriff in the country indebted to him
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deoidesign · 2 months
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A frustrating development with the growing lack of reading comprehension I've personally noticed is an emerging fervor of insisting things aren't canon unless they are explicitly stated beyond all reasonable doubt.
I can not emphasize enough how harmful a mindset this is to have. Yes, it's wonderful to have characters outright say "I'm trans," but to deny a character's identity for not saying that is dangerous.
Plenty of real people prefer not to use specific labels. Historically, people didn't have our modern terms or modes of expression. Many modern cultures don't use these terms, either, and plenty of people within those that do can't safely openly identify.
If the only representation you accept as canon is within modern (and let's be honest, wealthy white able-bodied American) standards, then you are denying yourself and others a huge amount of representation and seriously limiting the media around you.
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fawnduu · 2 years
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The Cowboy Gender
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renstrapp · 1 year
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Lesbian Gender Outlaw (pdf) is available now for $2+
Lesbian Gender Outlaw is an 8 page comic about the inexplicable relationship between gender, nonconformity, and lesbianism as told by a cowboy. Designed to be riso printed in orange on pink paper.
Print copies will be available next month.
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glassfullofsass · 1 year
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No shade on Cody Johnson but in my heart Best Country Song went to Miranda Lambert's If I Was a Cowboy
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spicyboelives · 4 months
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I actually dont know much about web-slinger, but I recognize god-tier character design when I see it.
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canisalbus · 8 months
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you say machete has to be closeted then why's he always wearing them little heels
Maybe he thinks he's a tiny bit nicer looking in them.
#no in fact he's just a little ahead of the curve let me try to explain#again I'm not a historian I'm just sharing what I've read I might be misremembering stuff so don't quote me on this#high heels became extremely fashionable in the early 1600's probably just a few decades after Machete's time#and they were originally worn by men#because they were inspired by Persian riding boots#if your shoes had heels you'd have easier time keeping your feet in the stirrups (think of cowboy boots)#Europeans saw them thought they looked snazzy and they became wildly popular in noble circles fairly quickly#for some hundred years or so high heels were the epitome of class wealth power and status and they were essentially genderless#remember that concepts of masculinity and femininity are fluid and change over time#things that were seen as manly a few centuries ago may seem downright effeminate to a modern viewer#it's all matter of perspective neither is objectively more correct than the other#they started to separate into men's heels and women's heels around mid 1700's iirc but the changes weren't massive even then#and only truly went out of vogue when the French Revolution hit in 1789#and people all across the continent were suddenly put off by everything that reminded them#of the frivolousness and extravagance of royalty and aristicracy#so in his canon timeline I don't think people are looking at him and going “hmmm that's pretty gay”#because heels hadn't become gendered yet#maybe he likes how they accentuate his already tiny paws and make his legs look even longer than they are#he's interested in fashion or at least likes to dress nicely in high quality garments#he tries very hard to look his best despite never really feeling comfortable in his skin#he was a real shrimp as a kid and even though he eventually grew up to be a beanpole he might still find the extra height appealing#no one's going to look down on him ever again#I admit the way I draw them is a lot more modern than the true historical style at the time but not outrageously so#artistic freedom and all that in the end I'm not aiming for 100% accuracy#modern au Machete has no excuses though he's just a little bit fruity#if the guy feels empowered by wearing little clip cloppers let him#answered#anonymous#Machete
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herfestivalunknown · 4 months
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Which are you sucking first daddy
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obsessivelullabies · 3 months
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cowboy graves! cowboy graves! cowboy graves!
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you’re either a bartender or a saloon girl at the bar graves frequents. his favorite thing to do when he finishes a hard days work is to come and chat with you. you never understood why he liked you so much.
phillip always flirts with you, no matter the circumstance. the drunker he gets, the filthier his flirting gets.
he’ll pester you about going out with him, swearing he’ll give you “the best night of your life.”
when you finally say yes, he’ll probably take you around town on his horse, which he had named shadows. phillip would set you in front of him, one arm slung around your waist, the other on the reigns.
he’d whisper filthy, bold words to you and chuckle at how embarrassed you got, a smirk plastered on his face.
it became a habit for him to take you for rides after you finished work. you’d grown quite fond of him during this time.. just maybe you’d give him a night of your time.
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i didn’t know if they wanted a 1800s cowboy or just a man who works on a farm, i know nothing about either so this is kind of short
masterlist! | comments and reblogs appreciated.
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