#cowboy like me's poster is just revolving around one line:

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cowboy!ellie headcanons

pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader

music: roses are falling - orville peck

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fingering (briefly), drunk sex-ish, guns??, yearning and just sappy shit mainly im in a vulnerable state

an: this is shit brainrot bc i've played too much rdr2 and i want ellie to let me ride her cowgirl style. this took me for-fucking-ever because i got acrylics and dropped my wpm from 108 to 67. also if i put out a poll asking what fic to post next would people vote

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✷ cowboy!ellie having the most pornographic, velvet-laced southern accent known to man. drawling out words in a whisper, that reassured wit sitting in her throat with a lopsided smirk. she’s such a tease, knowing how it gets to you, that ‘c’mon, sweetheart, you gonna make me wait f’you?’ after she trots ahead, glancing back at you under the wide brim of her hat. please, trying to make eye contact with ellie after a long day of riding (ifykyk), seeing just a glance of the veins in her neck, beads of sweat sitting in the little crevices as she leans down to her saddle bag. god, her hands!! and she looks at you, that knowing impatience and ‘okay there, darlin’?, and you can’t look at her, your head swimming and drowning in the molasses of her voice and too focused on the up, down, up, down, up trot of your horse.

✷ setting up camp for the night, bed mats a good distance away from each other, and you wake up, fire dying, moon high, and ellie is still awake, hands covered in dirt and ash and rust from her old revolver that she cleans too occasionally. the gentle scratch of charcoal on parchment, her body hunched over, protective like a creature, and when you call out to her, she TOSSES her journal into the dirt like it burned to touch. if the moon wasn’t so faint, you’d see the uncharacteristic blush fleeting across her cheeks, but too quickly, she tells you to go back to sleep, she’s just staying up to take care of the fire. you listen in a haze, and ellie tears out the five, maybe 6 pages?? of rough sketches, harsh lines etching out your body, your smile, your eyes, and stamps them into the cooling embers of the campfire.

✷ if we’re talking historically accurate cowboys, ellie is definitely the type to believe in dinosaurs!! it’s this new, fresh, science fad and everybody laughs at her for it, cause omg?? giant lizards?? nah!! but ellie is so adamant, reading every paper and pamphlet on the subject that she can get her hands on (assuming she can even read lets be so real), and she’ll tell you about it! small, reluctant meanders from more important topics, at first, but you’re kind and you listen to words either of you barely understand, and sure it’s a little bit boring, but she’s happy, and for some reason she makes it incredibly dynamic, crash coursing you on lizards that evolved (a buzz word in all her pamphlets) into BIGGER lizards.

✷ cowboy!ellie, the horse whisperer. she doesn’t teach you to ride, but you’ve never had a way with horses, cantankerous and rough, so you need a lil bit of assistance. ellie will take the lead, letting you rock behind her on your horse, your arms draped around her like common occurrence, and she’ll turn, ‘see? be gentle, she’ll listen. you’re a team, y’know?’

✷ ‘she just likes you more than me.’

✷ her laugh is boisterous, loud, it sounds like it belongs amongst the hills and caverns, like wind against rocks, ‘no one likes me more than you, flower.’

✷ one day, you’re just passing through a small town, nothing more than a few shops and scattered farm houses, and ellie spies an outlaw poster, poorly tacked to the community bulletin board. it’s her, badly sketched, sure. her chin is way too big, nose a bit askew, but it’s definitely her. and you laugh as she presses you frantically, ‘i don’t really look like this? do i?’ and it’s got some ridiculous nickname that definitely over-inflates her ego, ‘ellie 'longshot’ williams (no one has called her that ever) that she’ll parade it around like a medal

✷ ‘aw, love, do you need some help shootin’? don’t call me long shot for nothin’.’

✷ you’d get a bit vulgar, a bit defensive because, yeah, maybe ellie is actually good at shooting, and you could benefit from her teaching. but that fucking nickname, lording over your head with that lilt in her voice, and the childish, goading smile, you’d tell her to shove it somewhere the sun don’t shine and just pray luck guides your bullet.

✷ your now-so-serious scowl eats at her, so ellie has to swallow her boyish pride and shut up, simply falling behind you. gently tapping your shin with her boot to get you to adjust your stance, her hands stretching out over yours to feel out the barrel of the foreign pistol. they’re rough, calloused, unmade for this sort of gentle gesture, but you welcome the heat that they give. with a soft push and pull, like a tide she moves your fingers, your hands, to hold the gun well. her voice is a whisper as she instructs, ‘don’t hold it so loosely. stronger grip helps aim.’ 

✷ she’s shaking in her boots. a moment like this, tender, with you is scarcely shared. the closeness burns her chest as she feels you breathe against her, skittish but assured, ellie’s finger snaking around yours to settle on the trigger. you go to fire, and the recoil sends you backwards in a shock, ellie having to move her hands from the gun to your waist to keep you steady. you laugh something coarse, leaning back into her without a thought. adrenaline intimacy.

✷ ‘okay, maybe y’need a few more lessons before you get it right.’ it’s a selfish thought, but it cements ellie in that moment, with you just in her reach, and her revolver. she’d clean it for you.

✷ cowboy!ellie doing stupid shit, like taking longer detours to show you the scenery, the stretching fields and great mountain waterfalls, stopping to pick wildflowers (she’s a sap), or taking the extra care to saddle up your horse for you, securing the girth and not letting you touch it because ‘i don’t need you slippin’ on me.’ she takes care of you, out on the road, it’s not an official thing, but you’re off limits.

✷ ellie is kind, but sex with her isn’t. the first time, she’s terribly drunk, playing away her night in a saloon, at a poker table (she’s losing), and you’re sat at the bar, wearing that, and it’s violently throwing her off her game, so she decides to make it known that your presence is an interruption. dragging you upstairs, she’s unkind. ‘you’re not helping my luck, looking like that.’

✷ ‘how do you need me, then?’

✷ she tastes like cigarette smoke, and bourbon, and she smells like the sleek of rain on dry dirt, and feeling her all over you is intoxicating, rough. she’s quick, her lips aren’t soft but rather, a grating possession on your skin, a feeling that swallows you, melts you down in the heat of her hands. she swears, a lot, it sounds like disbelief but really, it’s a bribe. a prayer. ‘dear god, give me this, let me have this, and i will be devout.’ it’s primal, something uncontrollable. drunk, it’s worse. she loses herself in the haze, becomes complete disregard, her fingers inside you without hearing you, just feeling you. lost in you and she keeps pounding into you simply because she’s enraptured by the feeling of you clenching around her.

#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams headcanons #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader

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evermore + movie posters (part 2)

#ahhhhhhh no ❤ #taylor swift #evermore #tswiftedit #champagne problems #coney island #cowboy like me #taylorswiftedit #usersar #userelena #nessa007 #tusertmik #usercellphonehippie #newrcmantlcs #userleah #movie posters #poster design #emposters #cowboy like me's poster is just revolving around one line: #the skeletons in both our closets one

[dr-pepper-cherry]

The Cowboy & The Gunslinger

A little something I wrote for @emilyfronce and her character, Ace Cliffton. 

It’s not always such a bad night in The Dusty Spurs.

Normally, this little bar set in the dusty and rusty town of Dirtwater is one of the last few places where The West feels alive. Many cowboys saunter past the creaky saloon doors and into a familiar sense of nostalgia. Drinks would be served, cards would be played and the customers could usually enjoy a nice meal, a hard drink and a quiet night.

But this wasn't most nights.

While the crowds kept to themselves that night, Ace Cliffton, would find no such luck as the only people at his table were the harassing members of “law and order” in this forgotten little town.

“Now, Mr. Cliffton,” The rather plump demon who had the gall to call himself the town's sheriff placed his boot onto the table. “I'm sure this affair between you and Little Red is just one big misunderstanding. But you need to know I'm quite skeptical based on word alone.”

“I already told you.” The cowboy leaned back his chair. “I don't know that woman. I ain't seen her before and I doubt I'll ever see her again.”

“Oh, is that so? I find that hard to believe.” The sheriff of Dirtwater withdrew a red bandanna from his waistcoat and held it up for the cowboy to see. “Seeing how this here handkerchief was swaying on the shattered walls of Dirtwater's First National Bank. You should be mindful of stuff that's yours.” The sheriff gave a sly smirk as he placed an arm around Ace's shoulder. “I'm not gonna lie to you, boy. Your situation is looking rather grim. After all, Dirtwater don't like criminals any more than that fool from Sylvanite. But I, your rather gracious sheriff, won't watch you swing from the town's square if you do me a grand favor.” He said with a sleazy tone as he drew a bounty poster out from his hat, sporting the image of Little Red with a whopping $5,000 reward if brought alive.

The moment Ace saw the poster unfurl, it took a great amount of willpower to keep himself calm. While the Winchester rifles the deputies had pointed at him and the lack of any firepower of his own kept him from leaping out of his seat and strangling the fat bastard within an inch of his life, his disdain for the scumbag was only noticeable to anyone who looked at his fingernails as they dug deeper into the wooden table.

“See, Red's been getting past us for a while now. And I happen to understand you two are very close to one another. Surely, you can get to her better than anyone else in this town. I'm sure her life for your freedom is a rather easy tra-”

“No.”

The sheriff paused at that word he wasn't used to hearing. “I'm sorry, son. My hearing ain't as good as it used to be. But I could've sworn you said no. I'm sure you meant-”

“No,” Ace repeated, placing a hand on the table. “I won't.”

“I see.” The sheriff breathed a heavy sigh before nodding ahead towards the door outside. “Well, Mr. Cliffton, you know what we do to folk who don't fall in line, do you?”

Ace slowly rose from the table with his hand underneath the wooden table. He knew he was outgunned with five deputies and one trigger happy sheriff but he'll be damned again before he'll toss another life away for his own gain. He readied his hand, staring down each member of the law without fear.

But the sounds of swinging doors and spurs clinking on the wooden floor brought the would-be shootout to a halt as the barkeep graciously turned his head to the door.

“Howdy, partner! What can I...I...I...”

Even though Ace's table was as far from the bar as possible, the look of absolute terror was stretched across the barkeeper's rather pale face.

Ace shook off the sudden silence and took this as a moment to think on his next move. He knew this bar was full of cowboys and bandits, all waiting for a chance to show their skills at gunplay. Eyeing the gun belt in the sheriff's side, he placed his foot at the edge of his table, ready to make and take cover once the bullets start flying.

But for the first time in this bar, no one else drew.

It was a little odd for him. Normally, everyone in this saloon would jump at the chance to open fire. But they all seemed to just be staring in silence, all attention focused on something. Or someone.

He heard the patrons whisper to one another. “Can't be...” or “No way...” surrounded the bar in a flock of voices. But it wasn't the intrigue of who it was or how all of them seem to have the same thought that caught Ace's attention.

It was the fact they all sounded afraid.

Every man and woman in this room, from the old to the young, the greenhorns and the experts, whether they were lawman, bandit or somewhere in between, were all scared of whoever was walking to his table. Even the sheriff seemed to be frozen with the rest of the crowd, eyes widening in response to whoever just stepped in. It was a sight that would've made any demon that placed value into their afterlives join in with the rest of the crowd, as not to stir the stranger's wraith.

But Ace was only growing all the more curious when the man in question, who drew all this attention the moment he walked past the swinging doors, was a lot more feathery than he thought.

The man, whose appearance matched that of a great horned owl, was standing eye to eye with the sheriff and his posse of “law bringers” with a red poncho around him, a hand on his hip and an unlit cigar twirling around his talons.

“Uhmm.” The sheriff cleared his throat. “We were just in the middle of some...uh...business with our dearest friend, Mr. Cliffton, over here. So, I think...you should...leave.”

The owl looked past the sheriff to the man in question, staring at the cowboy with a questioning look. Ace had a hunch why the bird was staring at him specifically as he was the only person in this bar who wasn't joining the masses in fear and shock. But what he didn't understand was why the owl seemed to smile at his actions.

“Cliffton, is it?” The owl had asked the cowboy, who only gave a nod of assurance. “You mind sitting for a bit longer? I need to talk to Peck for a moment.”

The sheriff widened his eyes in sheer horror. Even from Ace's perspective, it seemed the law dog seemed to begin sweating bullets. “You must be confused with someone else. I'm Butch Williamson, sheriff of Dirtwater, two years running.”

“Is that so? Well, they'll give a badge to anyone these days.” The owl responded in a rather snarky tone, striking a match across the wooden bar. “Or in your case, have it stolen off their corpse by some lowlife who wanted to play a role he isn't meant to be.”

The sheriff only seemed to be all the more fearful and it wasn't just the owl in front of him. The people of the bar seemed to turn to their conversation in unison. It drove him mad, the hundred pairs of eyes staring down at him.

“Three years ago,” The owl placed his cigar in his beak. “You were Benjamin Peck, a cattle rustler who decided the days of stealing farm stock just wasn't enough anymore. So you and your goonies hatch a get rich scheme that involved driving Sheriff Andy out to the middle of some long-forgotten mine.” He paused as he blew out a cloud of smoke, glaring at the “sheriff” with hatred. “And then you shot him dead.”

The sheriff made an attempt to cut the story short but the bird just kept talking.

“You came into his town, living off the lie that the sheriff decided to retire after his sixty years of service had came to an end and you were the replacements sent by the state, taxing folks as you see fit and hanging those that don't wanna pay.” The owl placed his cigar back into his beak. “Benjamin Peck, everyone. Cattle rustler, murderer and a rather poor liar, if you ask me.”

The patron's of the bar flew into an uproar of insults, finally snapping back at the sheriff after too many sleepless months of fear from the hangman's noose. The deputies stared back into the approaching crowd in fear, the sheriff only stared down at the floorboards of the saloon and the owl was only staring back at the lawbreaker with a smug smile. It might be a good day for Ace after all.

At least, it would've been if the sheriff didn't draw his Walker and fire off a warning shot into the ceiling.

“You're just gonna take his word for it?!” The sheriff yelled into the startled crowd. “You're all just gonna listen to him?! Why?! You folks already know who he is! He's The Reaper In Red! The Terror of The West!”

Ace kept his back to the wall as Peck starting waving the gun around as if it was on fire. It was quite obvious by now that the long gambit he had placed so much time into had finally came crashing down around him, along with the rustler's intention of facing his trial with any dignity or pride.

“I took one life and I'm being stared down like it's judgment day! What about him?! What about the lives he's sent down here?! You heard the stories! You read the papers! Hell, some of you are down here because of him! Yet, you all are pointing your fingers at me! What gives any of you the right to play judge, jury or executioner!”

“It's Ranger.” The sinister tones of the owl echoed across the room.

“What?”

“It's Ranger in Red.” The owl shot back.

Ace noticed the sudden change in the owl's behavior alongside everyone else in the room. The little smirk of confidence was replaced by a hate-filled glare and a very unnerving look in his eyes. Both in voice and appearance, the owl seemed to seemingly shift from happy go lucky drifter into a cold, remorseless killer.

Not that the “sheriff” seemed any bothered by it anymore.

“BOY, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOUR NAME IS!” The sheriff aimed at the owl and cocked back the hammer of his revolver with his deputies following his example. “What makes you any better than me, gunman?!”

Ace kept his eyes on this Ranger in Red, finding nothing but calm in the owl's movements. He didn't seem even annoyed with the gun pointed at his face. He simply took the cigar from his mouth, watching the ashes flicker away into the wind, before glancing at the sheriff with hatred in his eyes.

Within the quarter of a second, the owl swept up one of his revolvers from his hip and fired a round directly into the barrel of the Walker, sparking off the large amounts of gunpowder inside, and watched as the gun exploded in the sheriff's right hand, leaving nothing behind but a bloody stump. Ace's eyes widened in surprise. Even though he had his sights locked onto the ranger in red, he could've sworn the old bird outdraw his own shadow. Even when the other “law-bringers” cocked back their lever actions, their efforts were only rewarded with a bullet through the head or through the heart. When the gun smoke had cleared, the impostor posse were on the ground with the life shot out of their bodies, while Peck only stared in shock at the stump where his hand once was.

“That's why.” The gunslinger simply stated as he twirled the Colt back into his holster and yanked the badge off the sheriff's chest.

“Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You a-a-a-ain't gonn-gonna kill...” Peck could only whimper in pain and fear.

“Oh, no. My job was just to get Cliffton outside.” The Ranger in Red pointed a thumb towards Ace. “I'll leave your horrible demise to those with more time on their hands.”

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It was a pretty good night for the town of Dirtwater.

Even though their bank was robbed and their law-bringers were either in six foot holes or hanging from the noose, the citizens were all celebrating for the first time in years. They danced unencumbered of the stress their departed deputies had mercilessly gave over taxes and due payments. They drank themselves full, just as their sheriff had once done so many nights before. For the first time in two years, it was a pretty good night for Dirtwater.

Not that Ace would know about it.

While a celebration would be fine for the people of Dirtwater, it wasn't going to take long for the folks to start wondering where did all the money go to. And with Ace being one of the only non-locals that night, it didn't take much to convince him to leave the town behind. So as the town blissfully partied in the confines of the saloon, Ace opened the swinging doors and made his way down the small three steps that led from the bar to what would usually be an empty street and his horse waiting outside.

Along with the usual sight, he found The Ranger in Red waiting outside on a black and white horse, twirling the former sheriff's badge around in his talons.

“Nice horse.” Ace nodded towards the gunslinger. “I'm assuming Red sent you?”

“More or less.” The owl looked up from the badge. “Said something about looking for the mopiest guy in the room.”

“Hmm.” Ace brushed off the common remark as he dug into his pockets with a fistful of dollars. “I'm sure we can spare a little for the assist.”

“No thanks.” The owl flicked the badge towards the cowboy. “I don't need any.”

Ace only widened his eyes in response. Leaping into the middle of a gunfight and expecting nothing in return? That was something he only read about in paperback novels. “Really? Me and Red won't be going broke anytime soon.”

“Like I said,” The owl repeated. “I don't need any.”

“Well, ok then.” Ace placed the money back into his coat and grabbed the reigns to his steed. “I guess I'll see you around, Mr...”

“Deadeye.” The owl remarked. “That's what everyone calls me.”

With a snap of the reigns, the owl's horse rushed into the desert, practically flying across the sands. And as Ace lifted himself onto his horse, he gave a glance at the old sheriff's badge before storing it into his coat and beginning the long trek home.

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Ace Cliffton belongs to Emily Fronce

Little Red belongs to LittleTarsier

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #Deadeye #fanfic #oc fanfiction #long reads #hazbin hotel

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West world

Based on just the opening alone, and the title of this tv show, we can tell that this show is going to be about the west, with the music being a guitar. The next hints of what might the show is going to be about is the machine drawing the string lines that are inside pianos, and it also shows a similar machine building/3-d printing a living horse, which shows more elements of the west and machinery. It also shows the same machine constructing a human hand to play the piano that the machine had previously built, with cut ins of what appears to be conception happening, and with machines guiding the people. It also shows an eye reflecting some canyons, which points us in the landscape of where this show is going to happen, along with a revolver being built. It then shows the hand moving away from the piano while it is being played by itself, in which a machine holds the person like figure, and submerges him/her in white fluid, ending the opening with an iris of the eye. In the first episode, we are in this room with this woman sitting on a chair, fully nude, with lights flashing behind her, with a deep and mysterious voice asking her questions, and we find out that the woman’s name is Delores. She is speaking with an western accent, similar of those from down south, and the man tells her that she can drop the accent, and proceeds to ask her if she knows where she is right now, and she replies that she's in a dream, and that she would like to wake up. On the woman’s face, we can see some bruises, and we can tell that she is not in the right state of mind, or she cant move because there is a fly on her forehead and she does not respond to the fly. He then replies that she will wake up, as long as she answers some questions, and he asks “Have you ever questioned the nature of your reality?”, this question seems to hint that reality to one person, might be different to another, and based on this, reality can change. She then responds with “no” and he asks her to explain her world. She then explains to the man that some people like to see the bad side of things, while she perhaps likes to see the good side, and we see her waking up, and going about her place in a western setting, with clothing and the environment straight out of the old western films. The man then asks her about the “guests” and we then see the inside of a train, with people riding it, and one particular person stands out, he has a gray suit. We then see a piano being played, but not by a regular person, it is being played by itself, like a machine, and somehow, none of the people think that its weird, which might make us think that in this western setting, there are modern day machines in plain sight. Delores then says that these guests are only people who are looking to be free, to have a dream. We see the train arriving, and the camera focuses to one person, which could be our mc, and with what looks like a couple saying how nice it looks, while the man is saying how it should be, since they paid a lot of money. This seems to refer that this place is actually man made, and that people go there to be relaxed. A little action that our mc did was that he lifted his hat, to greet someone, which was used back in the day, and it shows that he’s been researching how the people who lived in the old times have greeted others, and along with his greeting, we see things that would only happen back in the old western days, with kids playing pranks with a scorpion, to metal forging being done by a blacksmith. After the mc accidentally runs into someone, he seems to reach down to his side for his revolver, but then decides to just brush it off, as to not cause any conflict, this shows how his character is. We then see a old wanted poster of a murderer and with a the town sheriff asking if anyone’s seen him, the sheriff stops him and says that he’s a man who looks like “he would put his metal to it” which to me, seems to imply that he looks to them, like a man to would be willing to strike someone down, but the mc respectfully declines. The man heads onto a saloon and asks for a glass of whiskey, and when he’s drinking it, a woman then tries to seduce the man, but she failed, and he leaves, but as he does, he sees the woman from the beginning in a blue dress and begins to follow her, and at this time, we hear a monologue of the man from the beginning asking if there are any inconstancies in your world, or repetitions. But the woman replies that everyone has a routine, but she didn't realize that it could change so dramatically from just one thing. We see her dropping the can and the mc picking it up, which hints that there will be something going on between these two that will change her “reality”. She then rides off on a horse to a field, with the mc behind her, and we see that she is herding cows and moving them, the mc makes small talk, asking how she can get them to move in one direction. She then makes a little joke of how he dresses like a cowboy, but doesn’t have all the experiences of being one, and this also hints at how he may be dressed up as a cowboy, since he in new, he may not know everything that happens. She then points out that there are one cow out there that others will follow, and she could point one out immediately, and he asks how she knows this, but she replies with “I just know, like how I know you’ll be back” this lines gives us some context that the mc might have been there before, but left, and that might be the reason of how they are getting along so well. She seems to have some romantic feelings for him, and the same goes for him, but her dad doesn’t approve of them, they ride back at night and they hear gunshots at at his house and we see the bandits at the place, and they killed Delorses’ parents, the mc then whistles to get their attention, and he shoots both of the bandits, successfully killing them. The man then asks the last question, and that she was wrong, there are no chance encounters, and that they are there for the people who pay to go there, the people that she calls “newcomers”. We then see Delores over her dad’s when a man in black approaches her, telling her that her dad gave up easily, she grabs the gun from her dad’s corpse and aims at him, but he slaps it out of her hands, and slaps her, asking if thats how she treats old friends. Saying how he’s been coming here for 30 years, and how she still doesn’t recognize him, when the mc asks him to step away, he reveals the mc’s name,Teddy, and asks if he knows any new tricks. Then the man from the beginning tells Delores that they cant hurt the newcomers, and that they can do anything they want, so when Teddy shoots the man in black, it does nothing. The man in black says that he doesn’t understand why they paired them off, suggesting that they were made to be together by something else. The man in black then says how in winning, there is no winner, unless there’s a loser. The man in black then begins to drag Delores away, while Teddy helplessly shoots at him, then he says something that might completely change the viewer’s perspective “I didn’t pay all this money so I wanted easy”, this phrase then sets up this weird little game, where people pay to have a simulation of the west, he then proceeds to shoot Teddy. After Teddy got shot, he says “its good to be back” which might infer that this “west world" is something that has been around for a while, and is like an amusement park to people who can pay, and they are people who can do anything that they want. The man from the beginning then asks Delores if her views would change about the new comers. However, she replies no, and that she welcomes all the newcomers, and that she’s thankful that she’s alive, while this monologue is going, we see from Teddy’s eye’s reflection that the man dragged Delores into the stable and closes the door, hinting that he might molest her. Delores in her monologue also states how beautiful this world could be, which is a completely different mood from what is going on. Then, we hear this saloon music, and the day replays, with her waking up, and the mc on the train, but this time, we see two woman in the front saying how lively he looks like, and how its so boring, that she wants to see somebody guys. This might imply to the opening of the show, which shows robots. When the camera zooms out, we see that it is only a small simulation with people around looking at this marvel. We then get a look at this laboratory space where there are scientists with horse skeletons, and how they are making live models out of them, which then shows glass rooms with people inside, but they might be manmade, which is robots. We then see all these workers working with the robots, making sure that they are moving accordingly to how they are supposed to act. Then we see a specific female doing something that is not common, with scientists saying how they didn’t put that there, and with a male scientist saying Ford did. Could this be a hint that the man from the beginning is Ford, and that he was narrating? The scientists then discuss that these gestures that Ford added are based on memory, but the female scientist then says they their memories get erased at the end of the cycle, which might imply that this goes on in a infinite loop. The male scientists says that they still have those deep inside, but Ford somehow managed to access them, like a subconscious, which the little things make the guests fall in love with them, then, the male scientist gets a call and has to leave, while the woman kisses the robot. This implies that the robots are so real, that we could take them as if they were normal human beings. We see the male scientist walking towards west world with a woman saying how one of his creations have acted restless. Then the woman asks for a team to check the situation, with her requesting another security to be in full body armor. It was this remark that made the scientist say how the cast cant hurt them, they are designed that way, while the security asks the scientist if he has any kids, and he replies with no, and he then says that they eventually rebels. Along with the woman saying how everytime they have a update, something could go wrong. Which might imply that this system is not all that stable, and could have something majorly wrong happen. This happened in cold storage, which we still don’t know what that is yet, but he then says “They haven’t had a critical failure in 30 years” This means that something did go wrong 30 years ago, and that nothing has happened since. The scientist then also goes into this west world to check if something could happen. As they go into cold storage, it is a literal “Cool storage” which we see water coming out of the gate, because the cooling system is off. We then see these bodies of robots, each with different gender, and faces, as they look for one of the woman. We then see two men, one dressed in a old fashioned western costume, with Ford. They are drinking in the cold storage, as they talk about the woman with the white shoes, then we found out that the robots were called “hosts”. We see Delores waking up again, and this time, we see and hear more about what her and her father were talking about. She promises to be home before dark, and the whole scene plays out again, but this time, with slight differences. But this time, the sheriff doesn’t stop Teddy, he stops a guest, with him saying how this might be fun. When he’s in the saloon, we can see another woman with three Chinese people drinking along with a host, but she also says toast, but in Chinese. This time,  he doesn’t head over to Delores, he gets stopped by other people, and this time, when she drops the can, the man in black picks it up. The man in black then heads to a gambling table, and gambles. We see the previous host playing along with the sheriff looking for the bandits. However, the sheriff then gets “bugged” and he stops working. We go back to the lab, and we see the sheriff all messed up. Then we see a British person acting like a dick(sorry) and acting like he owns the place, while the male scientist from before is figuring out why the sheriff stopped working. The female from before also says that they should pull out some of the hosts that have been updated so that nothing like this happens, but the British guy then says that this would mess up quest lines, and it wouldn’t work. The female then says something quite interesting “The guests interrupt these story lines all the time when they want to shoot or fuck something.” This shows how they are playing god, in a sense and controlling these dolls to be toys. The British guy proceeds to curse a lot, saying how it would be a disaster if they pull hosts out. We then learn that the male scientists name is Bernard. We go back into westward where people are just having sex in a house, and the guests are loving it. Then we see more hosts being more bugged and not working correctly. We then see Delores coloring near a river and with a family approaching, and a little kid asks if she’s one of them, telling her that she’s not real. This seems to bother her only slightly. We see the father herding cattle, when he unearthed a drawing. This time, Delores is back before dark, this time the dad sees a picture taken of the real world, and the dad is wondering what it is. We cut back to the real world, and we see the British guy apologizing to her saying how he was being too aggressive. He’s saying how they are too life like, Bernard is making these too real. This time, the British guy says something completely interesting, that the corporate has a different real interest then to making some rich assholes happy. This tells of something darker, and that there is something else going on here. We see a saloon with the gambler in which the man in black was sitting at a while back, and how, he comes back to kill him. We see Bernard as he finished fixing up the Sheriff, and he looks at a picture of a little girl, possibly his daughter and he’s envious of how forgetful they are, implying that he wishes that there are somethings that he wants to forget. He gets interrupted by someone saying how something has gone wrong with one of the hosts. We see someone shooting everyone at a saloon, and he pours milk on the bodies, and as he approaches the remaining two survivors he takes a swig, but some milk seeps out of one of the bullet holes. This would mean that he should be dead, but something happened that led to him still being alive. We see this person going outside and starts pouring milk inside the mouth of one of his victims. Bernard then comes to the scene, but there was something else going on, and the woman wants to stop everything. We see the machine that was in the beginning, dipping the skeletons in a white liquid, and we see how they are created. Then, Bernard talks to Ford, and how Ford might have messed somethings up when he put in different codes in. We then see a gruesome scene of how the man in black has the dealer drained of some of his blood, but is somehow still alive, and the man wants answers, he seems to have found out that there is something else that is going on, and he proceeds to mess with him. We see Delores waking up, but this time, her dad didn’t respond to her, the dad is too absorbed in the picture, he seems to find out that they are fake, he then whispers something in her ears, and she rushes off to find a doctor. To me, he might have told her that everything is fake, and that nothing is real. When she reached the doctors office, the doors were locked and she sees Teddy, but they are approached by people in garbs over their head. It then shows that this was a scripted event, and that this was a robbery to entertain the guests. The hosts of the robbery then goes on a killing streak, killing most of the hosts on the street, they decide to rob a saloon. Then, Teddy gets shot because Delores wants to get back home. The main robber was in front of the saloon, and the couple from before shoots him and he and her starts to celebrate what they did. Teddy dies while Delores is holding him, and this might trigger some lasting effects on what she did. We go to the lab and see the Delores inside the glass room as they ask her questions, and we see the full picture, we see the man who was asking these philosophical questions. We then see scientists taking out the picture and they are looking at the father and how the picture affected him, and we see Ford and the father talking, while Ford is trying to figure out what is wrong. The dad's name is Peters, and he describes himself. Peters then says that he needs to warn her, of the things that people will do to her, and that she needs to get out. Bernard then describes it being more than a glitch. Ford then asks Ford what he wants, and he says that he wants to meet his maker, that his mechanic dirty hands, he shall have such revenges on you, and the things that they will do. To me, what Ford did was something of a subconscious, and he was gaining himself. Then, Ford discovered that Peters had accessed his previous builds, which were his previous makings, and that he was somehow referencing those words. We see Delores getting asked what her father told her, and she said, “These violent delights have violent ends”. The asker then asked if she would ever lie to them, and she replies with no, and the final question, if she would hurt a living thing, and she said no, of course not. We then find out that Delores is the oldest host in the park, and when asked to describe the world, she describes how she chooses to see the beauty. We see her waking up and seeing a different dad, while he asks her a different question. We also see Bernard putting away Peters, and moving them to cold storage. We see the man in black holding the scalp of the dealer and there is a weird marking on the underside, and when we see Delores again, a fly lands on her neck and she proceeds to kill the fly. In conclusion, west world is an amusement park for people who want an escape, for them to play god and be able to do what ever they want, and in this world, the line between real and fake are mixed, to the point where everything that would be fake, would become real. This also shows how artificial intelligence could be able to evolve, and become this thing that would change to the point where we have no choice but to cut off the energy source.