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Sit down and let's talk. No, just listen. Young love is beautiful and joyfull and fresh and sparkling and explosive. And it gets destroyed every single time. Lenny who was sweet on Jenny, but she died during the Blackwater shootout. Karen who might never say it sober but loved Sean, who died by the hands of some white cousin-fucking farmer. Mary-Beth who saw something more in Kieran, more than a O'Driscoll who died by the hands of men by the order of a cruel man. Behind these guns stood men, but the fault was greed of a different one.
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brickowalski · 8 months
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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months
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Sometimes, I'll be doing a mission with Dutch and everything is fine.
Other times, the light will catch his face in a way that makes me seethe.
I get reminded that Dutch got to age, he got to grow grey.
Did Arthur get that chance? Jenny, Mac, Davey, Sean, Kieran, Lenny, Molly? Did any of them get to grow old together?
Why didn't they, Dutch? Why didn't the gang survive? Why didn't they get the promised virgin lands in the west? Why did you outlive them?
Go on, Dutch, go ahead. I'm listening.
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blorbologist · 1 year
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Okay, now I get why they made their eyes Like That
these babies have seen some shit
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thedailybullshit · 2 years
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Thinking about how Charles knew to bury Arthur facing the west, despite the fact that Arthur only ever expressed that wish to three people. Charles wasn’t one of them.
By the time Arthur died, only one of those people was still alive to make sure he got his wish.
All I can imagine is Tilly, face wet with tears, tracking down Charles, knowing he would find Arthur & bury him. Pleading with Charles to face him to the west, because that’s what he wanted. He wanted to watch the sunset.
Maybe Tilly went with Charles to make sure it was done properly. Not because she didn’t trust Charles to do so, but because she needed to see for herself that Arthur was laid to rest as he wanted.
This wouldn’t even be the first time Tilly saw to the proper burials of members of the gang.
She planted Jenny’s favorite flowers.
She made sure Hosea & Lenny were buried together, as they wished to be buried with friends & family respectively, & that’s how they saw each other.
& I’m absolutely convinced that it was Tilly who made sure Arthur got to face the sunset.
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scarfacemarston · 3 months
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Possible repost because tumblr ate it up, I'm sure. This conversation has a lot in it: * Hosea apologizes for Jenny's death and knows it's hard on Lenny. * Tilly talks about planting flowers on her grave. * Hosea, Lenny, Tilly and Arthur talk about how they want to be buried.
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sweet-general-mayhem · 6 months
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Little preview for one of my Lego Movie Zine ( @tlm-fanzine ) pieces! With 98 pages this year there's so much art you're gonna explode!! Probably!!!
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gorjee-art · 1 year
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Don’t Be an Ass!
Oh i’ve wanted to design these characters for sometime regarding my ocs, and I’m SO happy I did.
Starring Benny the Donkey, Lenny the Angel, and Jenny the Vixen these three reside as “Safety Informercial Mascots” in a dangerous crime ridden island ironically named “Elysium”. 
The premise is simple, Lenny was once a young civilian that fell prey to the constant violence in the city. His young spirit stubborn and not quite ready to pass on to the glories of the afterlife, Lenny dedicates himself to passing on the lessons he’s learned to the very unlucky yet somehow indestructible Benny. With helpful tips...yet...near sadistic methods onto poor dear Benny... it may be the hard way to learn such things but regardless important, he needs to get it through his thick skull somehow.
The catchphrase being “Don’t be an Ass!”
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nastya-sokolova-2002 · 8 months
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I hope you like it :)
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Cute
Awww, thank you so much😊🥰😍 My girls are so cute🤍💙🤎
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the-casbah-way · 1 year
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when me and my best friend from primary school were obsessed with madagascar i would be king julian and she would be maurice. when we were obsessed with the road to el dorado i was tulio and she was miguel. in our night at the museum phase i was the roman and she was the cowboy and we made up a theme song for ourselves and when these other kids begged us to let them into our inner circle we forced them to learn the song and perform chants about the characters we kinned and we sat in a circle and drew runes in the middle with chalk and forced them all to pledge allegiance to the cult and then when me and my best friend started growing distant we segregated the cult into two tribes and each of us led a different tribe and fought over a football which we pretended was the baby lemur from madagascar. and then i made a new best friend in my tribe and we started training for the hunger games in her garden after school every day and my old friend wrote me a letter saying she was ok with my new friendship as long as the new friend didn’t replace her as the tiny cowboy. then in our final year the three of us became best friends and walked to school together every day and made a new exclusive club just for us and then we mostly stopped talking when we went to different high schools but a few years ago i ran into one of them on the bus and started talking and i told her i was essentially in love with both of them and she was like yeah no me too that’s why we always pretended to be gay coded couples from movies you fucking idiot
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bestmothertournament · 8 months
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https-hunter · 7 months
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shop bingo Gene and Lenny!
I don’t really have an opinion on them?
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"Yes, it's true: I was the type of young femme who managed the girls basketball team in high school, just to be able to take in the sight of all those butches parading their muscles up and down the court. I found Girl Scout camp to be femme heaven and reveled in being able to explore my athletic self and still maintain my femmeness. And, to my horror, I have to admit pushing Tina away from my breasts in the back seat of a Buick while attending Mount Saint Mary Seminary. And then there was feminism... Although I came out as a "gay" woman before reading The Feminine Mystique, the seventies brand of white feminism had me trimming my nails and cutting off my hair. Soon I was outfitted in farmer jeans and high tops. And still I was told by my "sisters" that I didn't "look like a dyke" (read: I didn't look butch). I began to lead two lives- one as an outrageous, skirted, lipsticked femme while I worked in and traveled with carnivals, and another as an imitation butch back home in the women's community. Eventually, I pulled the pieces of my being back together and proclaimed boldly, "I am a working-class lesbian femme." So I had maybe six years reveling in unleashing my seductive femme self when, as lives go, mine changed: slowly at first and then more dramatically. Recurring back pain and limited range of mobility were finally diagnosed. Soon after came decreased mobility. No more mountain climbing. No long mall walks in search of the perfect piece of sleaze. No more standing against kitchen walls being gloriously fucked by some handsome butch. I stopped using alcohol and drugs, became ill with what is now known as CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome), and began to use a three-wheeled power chair. The more disabled I became, the more I mourned the ways my sexual femme self had manifested through the nondisabled me: cruising at the local lezzie bar, picking up a dyke whose eyes refuse to stray from mine, dancing seductively, moving all of me for all of her. Cooking: love and suggestion neatly tucked into the folds of a broccoli quiche. Serving my date in varying, sleazy clothing, removing layers as the meal and our passion progressed. And making love... feeling only pleasure as my hips rose and fell under the weight of her. Accomplishment and pride smirked across my face as her wrists finally submitted to the pressure of strong persistent hands. There are the ways I knew to be femme, to be the essence of me.
It's been five years now since I began using my wheelchair. I am just awakening to a new reclamation of femme. Yes. I still grieve the way I was, am still often unsure how this femme with disabilities will act out her seduction scenes. I still marvel when women find passion amidst the chrome and rubber that is now a part of me.
There have been numerous dates, lovers, relationships, sexual partners, and fliterations along the way. Cindy, Jenny, Ellie, Emma, Diane, Dorothy, Gail, June, Clove, Lenny, Cherry, Diana, Sarah I, and Sarah II. You have all reminded me in your own subtle or overt, quit or wild ways that I am desirable, passionate, exciting, wanted.
Yes I am an incredibly sexual being. An outrageous, loud mouthed femme who's learning to dress, dance, cook, and seduce on wheels; finding new ways to be gloriously fucked by handsome butches and aggressive femmes. I hang out with more sexual outlaws now- you know, the motorcycle lesbians who see wheels and chrome between your legs as something exciting, the leather women whose vision of passion and sexuality doesn't exclude fat, disabled me.
Ableism tells us that lesbians with disability are asexual. (When was the last time you dated a dyke who uses a wheelchair?) Fat oppression insists that thin is in and round is repulsive. At times, these voices become very loud, and my femme, she hid quietly amidts the lists.
Now my femme is rising again. The time of doubt, fear, and retreat has passed. I have found my way out of the lies and oppression and have moved into a space of loving and honoring the new femme who has emerged. This lesbian femme with disabilities is wise, wild, wet, and wanting. Watch out.
-"Reclaiming femme... Yet again" Mary Francis Platt, The Persistent Desire (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)
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verdemoun · 2 months
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modern au but the gang waking up in modern day in the order they died with memories of their lives as outlaws:
bessie motherfucking matthews being the one that rounds them up. she's a professor at a university teaching women's history and owns a little cottage on the outskirts of town, and uses newspaper articles to try and plot out who/where someone will 'wake up'
sean was the first VDL she successfully found. davey and mac somehow found each other and got themselves incarcerated for armed robbery before she got them.
sean adapts almost instantly and loves the chaos of modern day cities: car horns, fluorescent lights, night clubs, television (fuck you lenny reading is for nerds!!). he steals a bike he calls ennis II and gets a job delivering pizzas
she finds hosea and lenny next. it's a very emotional reunion. she starts calling lenny her son. hosea spends at least a week refusing to let his wife out of his sight because he has to be dreaming, kisses and adores her at every opportunity. their dates are her teaching him to drive a car
lenny takes less than a day to figure out computers and takes over the locate the VDLs project. he has what is effectively a murder wall of colored yarn and push pins trying to figure out when and where the next person will appear. manages to cyber-stalk down jenny, who being as breathtakingly clever as she is figured out the present all by herself and works in a diner. she comes over for dinner twice a week
retracing the gang's steps they find kieran, who is doing fabulously not well. he's been homeless for a month, got hit by a car and is very, very distraught by not only the memories of his torture after being taken by o'driscolls but the fact he betrayed the gang by talking. bessie matthews, mother to all, introduces him to noise cancelling headphones, gardening, and horse girl movies.
lenny: hey i've been doing some research and i think most of us have this thing called ptsd????
when hosea and bessie want to have a nice, quiet romantic dinner by themselves they put sensory videos on the tv and all the boys just sit there silently
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scarfacemarston · 4 months
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Tilly talks about how she wants roses on her grave. Hosea and Lenny want to be buried with friends and or family. Arthur says to face him to the west to see the setting sun. At least Arthur, Lenny and Hosea got their wishes. : ( "See, Tilly, I told you Arthur had a soul!" ---thanks Hosea. lol
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hxpefull · 3 months
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You can't tell me that Javier didn't felt that lonely in the whole chapter 6. Like, that man, came from Mexico to USA because he was running from his life and now the new family he had that not only welcomed him but also helped him to feel more integrated in the society is falling apart. His people is not only feeling insecure or lost about Dutch plans but also they ARE DYING.
Mac, Davey, Jenny, Hosea, Lenny, Sean... All of them are gone. And the ones who still reminds are not able to tell the good actions from the bad cause they are afraid from the Pinkertons.
I just hate how lonely Javier ends up been and how sad his story is.
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