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st0rmyskies · 1 year

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Thought I'd share on tumbl a HSH-related question I got on the server that was fun to answer.

In theory, how petty would each of the boys be if someone in the house pissed them off? Things like touching others' stuff, moving shit, throwing stuff away they shouldn't have or like teasing that went too far.

Behold, answers below the cut for length.

Time - When he gets pissed off, his pettiness manifests as the Silent Treatment. He's perfectly happy to stand in the same room with someone, hell even right next to them, and not say a damn word. Not look them in the eye, not even look at them. He can keep up said treatment indefinitely; rumor has it that he still gives his brother (Wind's dad) the silent treatment to this day after well over two decades of living apart. It's enough to drive some people Wars nuts.

Wars - Speaking of everyone's favorite prima donna, he's the type to go out of his way to call someone out on their BS. He will loudly and repeatedly verbally berate someone for pissing him off. "Oh dear, there's a dish left in the sink? Don't let Wild see that, who knows what he'll slip in your next meal." "Out of shampoo, are you? Stay away from Legend's, he'll kick down your door at some obscene hour of the night to put a curse on you for it." Etc etc. If there's one thing Wars is good for, it's running his mouth.

Twilight - Everyone's favorite bumpkin is slow to anger. Like, really slow to anger. I'm honestly not sure what you'd have to do to get on his bad side, but his reaction to being pissed off is to distance himself physically (i.e. running away from home in the first place). He's likely to go out for a nice long walk and come back later to "confront" said roommate. "Hey, what you said before wasn't cool, let's talk about it."

Sky - Our little cupcake. Our sweet baby angel. Has the most terrifying Resting Bitchface. And he will stare at you from across the house, not saying a word, just searing directly into your soul with a gaze that could cut you in half. Seriously, you'll feel those eyes on you in your sleep. Lucky for those who piss him off, he's very open to hearing out apologies and generally doesn't rag on people for their mistakes like Wars does.

Wild - He's much too sweet to get annoyed with people, honestly. He's the kind of person who would get bumped in to in the kitchen and apologize for being in the way. If you did do something to piss him off, he'd probably confront you and default to that terrible too-angry-to-handle-it crying, which has most people tripping over themselves to apologize right away.

Champion - Similar to Sky, he's got the stone cold stare down pretty well, but Champion is also one for subtle threats of bodily harm. Staring at you from across the kitchen as he snaps apart a pair of restaurant chopsticks, or while he's cutting up something at the counter, or starting the blender (bonus points if he's blending something red). For more grievous offenses, he might play more blatant mind games, like making it seem like you misplaced your keys, or things could go missing from your room.

Four - Less subtle in his antagonism, Four will also go to the lengths of the silent treatment in addition to refusing to help a friend who has wronged him. And these boys need Four's help pretty fucking often. He's not going to refuse when something really important is at stake, like somebody needing a ride to the hospital or similar, but forget that curling iron you needed fixed, Wars. Yes, he saw you sneak the rest of his leftovers, fuck you.

Legend - You'd better clean your hair out of the drain after showering and hide your comb if you know what's good for you. If you don't, the sudden jabbing pains that wake you up in the middle of the night are going to continue until you fess up to stealing some of his candles for a romantic evening at home with your cowboyfriend, Champion.

Hyrule - He's going to stew, he's going to avoid eye contact, he's going to use only the minimum amount of words with you that are necessary. And he is going to run his mouth to Legend, or any other close friend who isn't involved, until he's red in the face. But he's not one to approach things directly; he usually cools off on his own and comes around eventually

Wind - If you do anything to piss him off, kiss your internet privileges goodbye. Indefinitely. You can also count on sabotage of most of your electronic devices, from changing passcodes to fucking with your charging cables juuuuust enough that you won't get any juice while they're plugged in.

#stormy talks #anon asks #hsh #townhouse au #rank the boys #sorta

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0-k-4 · 1 month

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smokin' parade was pretty good actyally. I did not expect this bc the first chapter on mangago is just incredibly badly translated ("the world is died" will be in my heart forever), and i hated a lot of the characters at first. The pervert doctor, the obsessed loli (which was actually a guy. I don't know if it was supposed to be a secret but i understood it incredibly late), the femme fatale lady with her leathery shiny ass, they seemed kind of unsuferable. I only liked akuta. BUT ACTUALLY THEY WERE GOOD. except the doctor, i still have difficulties with him, and the. guy with the two swords. i don't remember his name but he was a bicth. that s subjective though i just dislike him as a person. he could have gotten more developped for a character that important also like how can you mirror the MC if we dont really know what you're made of

anyway the gore was pretty cool, the characters design were pretty cools, the story had a relatively good tempo, the end was. not what i thought it would be. and i thought it would be happier. like it wasnt SAD sad but still. and hthats good! and i love akuta and his cowboyfriend and fury and the Lord girl and Lady Emma. but espcially akuta. And i guess the big bad boss was cool too, but he didn't have much of a development until the end, which i can understand, he needed to stay this mysterious, smiling, eery figure but still i would have liked to have a little bit more of him. anyway im not even sure akuta's name really is akuta

AND i loved that the MC was slightly fucked up the whole time like, the story at the beginning makes you think he'll be the average shonen MC and then it goes on and you're like. oh actually something's wrong with this bitch. The scene where he picked up the corpse of the rotting dog and was like "you have amand eyes and are fluffy so according to my criterias you are cute" was really cool. BUT he did his best the whole time with the little empathy he had and he was a good brother even that time where he trie d to kill his sister i stand by that and he tried all along thats what matter and i love him very mmuch

#smokin parade #smokin parade spoilers #kinda #anyway #stfu and go to slee p oka

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dekubois · 6 years

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I was inspired by this image and it turned out cuter than I thought it would be honestly

yeEhAW

#just another drawing of hanzo and his cowboyfriend #cute babies #I lov em #my art #hanzo shimada #hanzo #jesse mccree #mccree #hanzo x mccree #mchanzo #overwatch #ow

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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City Slicker, Cowboyfriend - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, nerves, mentions of covid.

Words: 2163

Summary: You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

A/n: This isn’t a request or one of my Valentines day fics, this is just something that I have had stuck in my head ever since Owen posted this on IG and bc I’m facing total writers block with my other pieces I cranked this one out in a few hours to get the ball rolling again. Hopefully. Enjoy this totally unproofed, fluffy madness!! (Because who doesn’t need more Owen content in their life?)

There are perks to moving and one of them is undoubtedly: shopping. For furniture, home decor, kitchen utensils, whatever! Granted, shopping alone can be tedious and, for some, like pulling teeth, thus, I’ve enlisted the help of my best friends Leila and Chelsea. I didn’t even have to bribe them to come because everyone loves getting lost in Ikea. It’s one of the best things about the human experience.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in an Ikea,” Leila says to no one in particular as we walk through the onslaught of staged bedrooms.

“What?! Are you telling me you don’t get meatballs and lawn chairs on a weekly basis?” My exaggeration makes Leila laugh as she steps into one of the display kitchens. Looking between me and Chelsea she asks,

“What would you do if I turned the handle then a jet of water sprayed out?”

“Die, I guess.”

The three of us continue through the faux house displays and past the mattresses despite Leila’s urge to jump on every single one. As we walk through the section of different lighting features, I sigh with a frown as I think about college. I changed my bachelor’s to an associate’s so I could graduate in two years. Chelsea’s parents moved out here at the end of our senior year in high school, and she moved with them to study in Norman. Leila in turn went to Arizona for an athletic physical therapy gig, leaving me to face college alone in L.A.. In the two years the three of us were apart, we missed each other more and more, and after determining which of the three states we lived in was cheapest, we packed up and headed East. Covid kind of delayed our plans. But after a few months, I picked Leila up from Arizona and together we chased open job opportunities into Norman, Oklahoma. The three of us found an apartment space to live in together and thus, we ended up in Ikea on this fine Sunday afternoon.

Snapping back into reality I see Leila standing directly under a light that’s hanging very low from the ceiling. Once standing directly underneath it, she pulls down her mask and opens her mouth, rising to her toes to eat the fixture.

“Leila, don’t you dare fellate that light bulb! You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

I swear I’m practically their mom when it comes to behaving in public. Figuring they can’t hurt themselves in the college dorm section, I lead them quickly through it and into the giant furniture warehouse section. On the far wall, I see a large poster of a couple smiling brightly behind Chelsea, but I don’t bother to read the text. Leila and I spot the poster at the same time, and the imagery jogs her memory.

“Chelsea, how’s Hunter? Haven’t heard from him slash about him in like a week,” she asks about Chelsea’s boyfriend of a year.

“Oh, yeah, he tore a ligament in his wrist.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I guess he moved it wrong or something and put too much stress on the area that it just tore. He was moving hay bales into the horse stables.”

“As opposed to the chicken stables,” Leila judges under her breath, which makes me snicker as a result.

“I still can’t believe you’re dating a literal cowboy,” I interject, “Like, I know we’re in Oklahoma, and he’s from Tennessee, but we saw Texas on the way out here and that’s cowboy country. Norman seems more...” I trail off in search of delicate phrasing.

“Just barely marry your cousin territory, but still downing chewing tobacco whilst driving a lifted truck?” Leila hits the nail squarely on the head.

“Yeah, that sounds about right-” Before I can continue giving my thoughts on Norman, I cut myself off at the sound of laughter behind me.

“Sorry. We weren’t trying to eavesdrop, that was just really funny.” When I turn around, I see a guy roughly our age dressed in all black with bleach-blonde hair, speaking through light, broken laughter.

“No worries,” I dismiss the apology as we pass by one another, and out from the dressers section. The three of us continue into the different sections, and come to a stop once I see we’re exactly where we need to be: dining room shit!

“Cowboy boyfriends aside- oh my gosh: cowboy boyfriends. Cowboyfriends,” I say getting lost in my new terminology. Both of my friends share a mix of laughter and gasps and my ingeniousness. “Anyway. Cowboyfriends aside, how is Avery?�� I ask Leila who begins blushing madly.

“She’s really good. We were just making plans for our three year anniversary, which reminds me to tell y’all I’m flying back to Phoenix to surprise her.”

“Awwww,” I nearly tear up and the sweet image of Leila and her girlfriend reuniting, “Y’all are so cute. Both of you and your partners. You know, being the only single friend in this group has made life suck a lot. Y’all are so happy and in love and not dead inside. Honestly? Get fucked both of you.” Despite my harsh words, the three of us break into a lighthearted conglomerate of laughter.

“We’ll find you someone… eventually.” Leila pretends she also can’t hear the last part of her sentence despite being the one saying it.

“I know, but I don’t think it’s in the cards for me to find love in Norman. I don’t need a cowboyfriend, and we’re not gonna find a true city slicker here either.”

When I finish my statement, I see our blonde friend seems to have followed us. I observe he comes to a stop in front of another guy in a flannel with a shopping cart. The way they jump into conversation with one another parallels the animated body language Leila, Chelsey, and I share. I continue to watch their exchange as Chelsea speaks up.

“Maybe you need someone right down the middle.”

“Yeah, like a guy who drives a truck but uses it to transport Ikea furniture instead of a whole ass tree that he’ll carve into a chair.” A small laugh escapes my lips, at both Leila’s statement, and the scene ahead of Blondie pretending to strangle his friend over something. I’m snapped out of my nosy yet endeared stare as a third guy appears. He’s a sandy blonde with billowing locks tucked under a trucker hat. And he came from behind me and my two friends to place something in their cart which keeps his back toward me. When he turns back around, my mind goes blank. Any thoughts of shopping for dining room chairs has left my mind. He is wearing a face mask, but he has such nice eyes that he could have a giraffe snout under the mask for all I care. I see him look up from the shelves, directly into my eyes. We stay locked for a moment before he breaks away and turns to his friends. I slowly turn to my friends too who are both giving me the exact same look of excitement and conspiracy.

“He’s really cute,” I sigh out with a laugh, swooning much louder than I’d have preferred.

“He has a face mask on,” Leila points out, her expression dropping from excited to cynical.

“Still! I can just tell.”

“Girl, what are you doing? Talk to him!” Chelsea whisper-shrieks.

“Shhh, I cannot take you anywhere!”

Glancing back at the handsome stranger, we connect eyes once more and I feel my face heat furiously as I realize he was already looking at me. I’m the first to break; I consult my friends for the best course of action and as I’m turned 180 to face them, Chelsea starts pretending to hyperventilate excitedly. Leila looks over my shoulder for me, discreetly surveying the other trio in the dining chairs aisle.

“Don’t look now, but he’s talking to his friends and looking between them and you.” I can hear in her voice she’s trying her best not to smile despite wearing a face mask.

“Should I give him my number?”

“Yes!”

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m nervous! What if he’s gay?”

“Will you just get over there? I promise you a gay man would not be wearing what he’s wearing right now. Maybe a lesbian,” Leila adds for good measure.

“You guys are freaking me out, I need you to leave so I know you’re not judging my flirting.” I shoo my best friends out of the aisle as inconspicuous as possible. Kinda wish blondie would’ve done the same because when I turn back around, the other trio hasn’t moved and the only one looking at me is the one in all black. He quickly averts his eyes though and I take one last deep breath before walking over to the stranger. I tilt my chin up ever so slightly to fake a sense of confidence that I unmistakably don’t have right now.

“Hey.” Really, Y/n? Hey??

“Hey,” he greets back breathily. Why is he nervous? I’m the one who gets to be nervous! Man, he’s really cute. I can’t fuck this one up. I’m not doing so stellar right now. Perhaps you should say something else, dipshit?

“Uhm,” I should’ve scripted this. “I just wanted to say that-” You’ve got this. Don’t be a bummer. “I-uh, I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could give you my number?” My speech is slow, each word deliberate in spite of the fact that I feel like I’m having an out of body experience right now. I’m not the one in control of the words that are coming out of my mouth.

Upon realizing why I walked over, blondie’s friends take the question as a sign to leave and less than inconspicuously back away from the two of us. Trucker hat spares them one last glance over his left shoulder and judging by the look flannel gives him, they were definitely talking about me in their team huddle.

“Uh, yeah. I was gonna ask for your instagram- if you have one, that is.”

“I’m cool with both.” The two of us reach for our phones and unlock them with anxious hands. I move to hand him my phone with instagram open, and he trades me for his which has a new contact open. I type my name and put my favorite heart emoji next to it after triple checking the number is correct. Wow, you’re just so ballsy today, Y/n!!!!! I give him back the phone, scanning the instagram account he’s just opened and followed for me. I hear him exhale a little harder as a small laugh and can only imagine it’s from the stupid heart emoji.

“Owen,” I say in a hushed, endeared voice, fully not intending to say it out loud. “You have a million followers?! Oh, you’re an actor. OH… You’re an actor.” I really don’t need to be speaking my entire thought process right now in the middle of this Ikea. Exhaling a small laugh of my own, I see we already have a small bunch of mutuals, one of which is… Chelsea??? Looking up from my phone I turn around to see Chelsea and Leila watching the interaction from around the corner of one of the industrial shelves.

In the flurry of scattered likes, I see him find my account and follow me back. I accept the request, nervous of what he thinks of me without a face mask on. What do I think of him without a face mask on? Going back to his account, seeing his entire face is even better than just his eyes. I was right, Leila: he is cute.

“You’re really pretty,” I hear him almost sigh as he combs through the grid of my account. The comment makes my heart beat all the much faster and I finally look upward to get a glimpse of Owen in the flesh. Still as beautiful as the last time I checked!

Sparing a quick glance over my shoulder, he looks back down at me and laughs,

“I think your friends got tired of waiting.”

“I think yours did, too.” The other members of our trios come back into the aisle we had kicked them from more or less two minutes ago. We connect eyes once more and stare longingly, wordlessly at one another, so lost in each other’s beauty our friends have to break up the staring contest of infatuation.

“Y/n?” I hear Leila behind me.

“Uh, well, I have to get back to chair shopping, but- text me later?”

“For sure.”

“For sure,” I mimic his voice.

“Guess I’ll see you later. Y/n.”

“Yeah.” And with that, we’re pulled apart by our respective best friends, through the vast expanse of the Norman Ikea.

“What was that?” Chelsea asks, excitedly linking arms with me.

“I don’t know I- Wait, you have some explaining to do!”

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bisexualsmackingnoises · 2 years

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*Walks in t posing*

Tell us about Priss

-bluey

You know what I absolutely should talk about Priscilla-Bea McLean and their stand AWYWI/Annieway. I should talk about the feral fat titty they/them cowboyfriend of my self-projection dreams. Here's a sketch I made of them, heavily based off of Canadian RPDR UK vs The World contestant Jimbo the Drag Clown's entrance silhouette:

CWs: implied sex work, implied financial troubles, some explicit references.

Priscilla-Bea McLean is a young adult who joined the Steel Ball Run race on a whim. Priss is a very friendly person, but won't be afraid to draw lines that need to be drawn. They have a very strong sense of right and wrong, and accept people from all walks of life, so long as they choose to treat others fairly. Great to tell secrets to, but vocal about their opinions on everything else.

Priss had personal experience with being treated unfairly, in both personal and overarching ways. They grew up perceived as a woman, and dealt with the struggles that one faced in the 19th century. They were initially betrothed to an older man affiliated with their family, allowing them financial security, but all of that fell through when he died before Priss was named as next of kin. They fell on hard times soon after and began working at a brothel in the city to make up the money they needed to survive.

Management was sub-par at best at the establishment they'd worked in, The Castle In The Air, and it frustrated Priscilla that they and the other workers were subjected to poor treatment because of it. This, combined with a number of personal factors, lead them to have a hostile breakdown in front of their boss and steal one of his horses. This horse's name was Chevy. Priscilla chose to rename him American Pie when signing him up as their horse in the race.

For those that are wondering: yes, they took him to the levee. And yes, it was dry.

They claimed that losing the Steel Ball Run---which they'd only heard about that morning from one of the papers they'd read in passing---would be a better time than spending another minute in The Castle In The Air.

They aren't even trying to win. They just want to do this one thing for themself and live the rest of their life on their own terms.

「Any Way You Want It」, or "Annieway", as Priscilla calls it, is a stand I have yet to appropriately develop. There's a chance I may change this stand's name to better fit the Don McLean theme of the rest of Priscilla-Bea's character. However, Any Way You Want It by Journey was chosen specifically due to something I think of every time I listen to it: "man, good for that guy, she'll indulge his kinks ig" (she said "any way you want it/that's the way you need it/any way you want it"/[sickass guitar riff])

And, well, I ship Priss with Johnny, so--- (gets shot)

#lizposting #jjba oc #jjba oc stand #jjba oc Priscilla-Bea McLean #sw mention #financial mention #suggestive #jjba sbr oc #steel ball run oc #jjba part 7 oc #my art #ask #anon #bluey #amarettocoffee

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tree-of-blue-squirrel · 7 years

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Destiel ? In my future ?!

FUCK YEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAA BABYYY

#aloha cowboyfriends #destiel #make it happen pleaeeeeeaaaaase #supernatural #supernatural writers be like #nope #just gonna pack on angst and tears of mermaids and some satanic bulshit and boom #an episode of Supernatural

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tomatoconqueror · 3 years

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I think this would happen sometimes with those two 🤔

just chilling with your cowboyfriend and *monch*

#kotal kahn #erron black #kotalblack #mk11 #this just came to my mind out of nowhere and here we are #😂😂😂

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incorrectaew · 3 years

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Silver, walking into the lair wearing a cowboy hat: Howdy.

Stu: Hey! What's with the get-up?

Silver: I just got back from hanging out with Adam. It was really fun. He bought this for me as a gift.

Stu: A cowboy hat from your cowboyfriend. Oh, that makes it sound like he's your boyfriend. Or a cow. From your best cow friend boy. Your best-cow-cowfriend.

Silver: Let's just keep calling him Adam.

Stu: Okay, great.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect aew #incorrect wrestling #aew #hangman page #hangman adam page #adam page #john silver #stu grayson #join dark order

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ramonadecember · 2 years

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100 prompt list:

38, 39, 54 for Jed and Theo 👀

still taking prompts.

more of the cowboyfriends! Jed, like always, makes Theo rethink all the life choices that have led him to associating with and loving this dumbass of a man. @ everyone who wasn't aware: yes their horses are named Achilles and Patroclus, what of it.

38. “Just sleep in my damn shirt.”

39. “I’d do anything for you despite how much you piss me off.”

54. “You’re cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“Please,” Jed begged. “Just do this one thing for me.” The big puppy eyes might have been overkill, but he was trying to be kind instead of telling Theo to ‘stop being so damn stubborn for once in your life and just do it,’ and more than that… Jed was trying to get back on Theo’s good side. He may or may not have been the cause of an incident earlier that Theo was still upset about.

“Fuck off,” Theo told him. “You know I’d do anything for you.” It was never ‘just this one thing,’ if Jed said jump, Theo always ended up asking how high?—even if he first did his fair share of bitching and moaning and telling Jed it wasn’t gonna happen. “Despite how much you piss me off,” he was quick to tack on. Because Theo was pissed, let there be no doubt.

Late that afternoon they’d found a nice spot along the river to set up a more permanent camp while they stayed in the area. Theo had led their horses down the bank to water them while Jed looked for a nice, flat spot to pitch their tent, and he’d just started to unload his gear off Patroclus while the horse drank when everything went to shit, all thanks to Jed.

Jed gave a startled cry of, “Rattler!” and then, in a move that only someone like him could possibly think was a good idea, he grabbed the snake and chucked it toward the river—toward where Theo stood with their horses.

Achilles nickered unhappily and stomped the ground, side-stepping away in a hurry, but snakes were Pat’s mortal enemy, wriggling little demons that the horse wanted no part of. He did what he was wont to do when one appeared, and bolted, taking off for the far bank of the river, and in the process, strewing Theo’s gear that he’d started to loosen but hadn’t quite removed across the water as he went.

Jed was too lost in his laughter to pay Theo’s string of colorful curses much mind at first, but when he noticed Theo scrambling into the water to fish things out of the slow current, he snapped his mouth shut and went splashing in after. This part hadn’t been the result Jed anticipated, and he knew he was going to get an earful over it.

Sure enough, once everything had been pulled from the river and they were back on dry land, Theo demanded to know, “The Hell is wrong with you?” He barely refrained from smacking Jed upside the head. “You really don’t ever stop to think, do you?”

“Aw, come on. You got everything back, it’s just a little wet,” Jed tried to placate, though ‘a little’ was an understatement. Anything that hadn’t still been strapped to the horse had ended up soaked through. “It wasn’t even a real snake, I was just teasin’ is all. Not my fault Pat is you know… like that.” Fussy. A real princess when he wanted to be.

“I’m sorry, what?” Theo put the defense of his horse aside for the time being because there was a bigger issue to address. “Not a real snake?”

Jed gestured to where the ‘snake’ still sat at the water’s edge, and Theo balled his fists at his side so he didn’t grab Jed and shake the living daylights out of him. It was a stick. A particularly squiggly stick, and enough to convince and therefore spook a horse like Theo’s—and even less ‘particular’ horses too, if Achilles’ reaction was anything to go off of.

“I was just teasin’...” Jed said again, knowing Theo was on the verge of wringing his neck.

Theo had given Jed the cold shoulder after that, refusing Jed’s help or to talk to him as he laid out all his belongings to dry best they could in the, by then, fading evening light. It wasn’t very effective and ended with Theo shivering in clothes still damp from splashing about the river for the rest of his stuff, and nothing dry enough to change into as he tried to figure out what sleeping arrangements were going to be when his bedroll had also been deposited in the river, but he still wanted nothing to do with Jed.

Which left them where they were then, with an annoying smile coming on to Jed’s face as he said, “Well good. If we’re in agreement you’re gonna do it anyway…” He held out a red a black checked flannel to Theo. “Just sleep in my damn shirt.” No need to keep being so stubborn when they both knew Theo would end up giving in to Jed in the end.

Theo glowered a moment longer, then snatched the shirt out of Jed’s hand and quickly swapped it out with the one he had on. The scowl returned to Theo’s face at the pleased look Jed gave him as he did, more so when Jed then said, “Now get out of those wet pants too, and let’s see what I can do about warming you up.” Didn’t mean Theo didn’t do just that, even if it came with a lot of him muttering under his breath in the process.

Jed convinced Theo not to set up his own little lean-to to sleep under, to instead share a tent like they’d been doing for some time by then. Jed’s ‘warming methods’ started out innocent enough, pulling Theo back against him until Jed could press all along his back and envelop him with his body heat, but it didn’t take long for lips to find the back of Theo’s neck or for hands to start wandering, slipping under the too-big flannel. Jed didn’t know what Theo expected, he ended up saying. Already only half dressed, and what he was wearing was Jed’s. Theo knew what that sight—both those sights—did to Jed.

It ended with Jed overtop of Theo, and by the time he rolled off onto his back after, Theo could no longer complain of a chill, even with his shirt hiked up so Jed could get at more skin and his drawers left hooked only around one ankle. Theo did his best to right his clothing, then flopped back again once more, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Still pissed, you know,” Theo made sure to say, but between riding all day, collecting all his shit out of the river and trying to calm his horse enough to get him to come back to their camp, and now that with Jed, Theo was worn out, and it was hard to put too much feeling behind the words.

“I really am sorry,” Jed told Theo, propping himself up on an elbow. He pulled Theo’s arm away from his face so he could instead cup Theo’s cheek as he leaned down to kiss him. “I get why you’re sore with me.”

“Pissed,” Theo corrected, but it was even less believable than the last time, what with him nuzzling into the hand against his cheek.

Jed moved to kiss Theo again, but it was cut short by the huge yawn Theo let out and he settled for a chuckle and asking Theo, “Ready for bed?”

Theo nodded, reaching out for Jed to pull him down to him. It didn’t take long for him to snuggle in close and tangle himself up in Jed’s long limbs, ready to leech more of that warmth he so loved. Jed was sure Theo would wake at some point to complain about being too damn hot like he always did, but until then, Jed was content to hold him tight.

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep like this,” Jed couldn’t help but say. It was always a treat, that needier side of Theo. It was more like how he was in the mornings, softer, before the weight of the day took its toll on him. Jed loved it, loved him.

“Really pushing your luck today,” Theo rumbled.

Jed let out another laugh. Alright, so not entirely softer. He pressed a kiss to Theo’s temple and told him, “Go to sleep.”

It wasn’t long until Theo did drift off after that. After all, he always ended up going along with what Jed asked of him in the end.

#red dead redemption #red dead online #oc: theo hawkins #oc tag #jed blackwood #dumb and done #prompt fills #my writing

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wastelandwolff · 4 years

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just a couple of cowboyfriends having a nap together

#charthur #arthur morgan #charles smith #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanart #my art #wastelandwolff

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voxmyriad · 2 years

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TELL ME OF AARON!

And his cowboyfriend :D

(also I can't remember if you've already told me abt your star wars kids but if you haven't you're legally required to)

FINALLY Monday is OVER and I can answer this!! Under a cut to save dashes, since once I start rambling I can go for a while

Aaron and his cowboyfriend! Aaron, aka Corviss to everyone else, and his cowboyfriend, Nash, formerly the country music superstar Clyde Winters. Nash is @twittertveited's boy, and I am still in love with how they met. Actually there are a couple of ways in different stories, but Corviss fresh out of 90-day rehab gets dumped in the desert, with someone his manager (and brother) knows will keep him safe and keep it a secret. Nash goes by Nash to keep his real identity a secret, and because it was the last name of his husband (don't worry, they had a long and happy life together).

Obviously they are both ornery assholes and got on each other's prickly nerves for weeks, but Corviss and his brother Josh grew up with horses on a farm, and eventually taking care of the horses started to relax Corviss. It was 90 more days in the desert before Josh came out to get Corviss, and by then they were friends. Then they stayed friends for years, and Corviss went out to the farm (it's about a four-hour drive from LA) at least once a year. His career continued, and Nash stayed contentedly in the desert out of the spotlight.

Nash was very insistent he was too old and tired and Corviss didn't really want him, Corviss was equally insistent Nash wasn't anything of the sort, and it was very good and is very good.

Corviss is currently covering a few of his cowboyfriend's songs because he has "permission from the estate of Clyde Winters" to do it. Really he just asked and Nash was like "*grumbles* yeah, why not, already saw you writing 'em."

A few years after Nash and Corviss were comfortably in their relationship, someone that Corviss used to know showed up in their lives again, Candace and her daughter Gianna, and they ended up staying on the farm too. We haven't done much with that yet but Gianna is a delight.

My Star Wars kids are pretty much just a few clone trooper OCs. There are two medics, Phase from the 104th and River from the Coruscant Guard, and the most developed OC is Sergeant Mom, quartermaster for the 212th and the guy you call if you need just about anything throughout the GAR. He's got an encyclopedic knowledge of supplies, contacts in every battalion, and made sure he stayed a humble sergeant so he could get some real work done.

He used to slip bits of candy or treats into every new piece of armor that was requisitioned, because it meant the brother requisitioning it had survived. He took great care of everyone, the clones and the Jedi and the natborn officers, so the troopers started calling him Mom and he just adopted that as his name. Also because it's really amazing for someone to say, "Do we have any spare knuckeplates?" "Dunno, ask Mom." Did I create a clone mostly for a joke on the name and then grow incredibly attached to him? Yes.

Mom ended up in a loving relationship with Cleaver, a clone trooper who cooked for the natborn officers in the 104th. In that AU, they got left behind when the GAR went into hiding because of reasons and wound up first on Lothal, where Cleaver found a job in a greasy spoon diner, and then on Mon Cala, where Mom got hired immediately as the Logistics Coordinator for Reef City's main shipping port. Eventually they adopted two Nautolan orphans, the older boy Ladat and his younger sister Thoya. Watched them grow up, then went on to help establish the new Jedi academy on Yavin 4, where they then adopted a whole batch of tubies. I am sorry to say I don't have any of this massive thing posted anywhere. Yes, it's that "If it helps, I wish there was a fic too" post.

Found family, man. It just *clenches fist* really founds that family.

#answers #pieklalat #my ocs #corviss #clyde winters #sergeant mom

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dxsole · 2 years

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🎰 !

🎰 [WHEEL OF FORTUNE THEME PLAYS] 🎰

Still Accepting!

1. Bruno & Knox

OWO...Honestly anyone who gets Knox in one of these things is blessed and lucky...not only is he sexii but he’s also so loveable...so cordial, so sweet...he might ask you to pay for things just because he’s cute but can you blame him?!

2. Elizabeth & 85

Elizabeth seems the sort to appreciate good conversation and polite company...and you can’t get any better than 85. She’s the best listener ever, seeing as she rarely speaks. Just sort of looks at you, silently appraising you and everything in your home (in a nice way, of course!)

3. Elizabeth & Iona

Imagine you hear rustling outside. Against your better judgement, you check it out. It’s dark, you hear more rustling. You shine a flashlight on your garbage cans to find a woman with shiny eyes staring back at you, chomping on a rotten apple. Congrats. You have racoon girlfriend.

4. Virginia & Dude

COWBOYFRIEND! COWBOYFRIEND! [General hootin’ and hollerin’ in the background]. For real, despite his rambunctious past, Dude is a sweetheart, a good and honest man that will pick wildflowers and bones for you and blush whenever you hold his hand...:’3

5. Ralph & Lawrence

This Is A Terrible Idea....Do not put the gentle giant, mountain man in Lawrence’s bougie chateau where he will undoubtedly attempt to take his eyes...Or do! I’m not your mother! You can do whatever you’d like! Maybe Ralph digs cold blooded murder and enucleation and the way this weird rich guy makes him feel special!

#arachnofille #ooc #tbh all these folk deserve love :'3 #except lawrence. he's a bitch

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milk-carton-whump · 3 years

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To celebrate me being back, here is the long overdue last piece of the story, part 7 to Stuck in the Middle!!

Part 1 Part 6

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @sideblogformindtrash @tears-and-lilies @unicornscotty @abitefullofeverything @getyourwhumphere @whumpasaurus101 @lektric-whump @twistedcaretaker @skunkandgrenade @heathenville @freefallingup13 @sunnysunfire @alliecat5594 @whatwasmyprevioususername @redstainedsocks @justabitofwhump

CW: caretaking, blood, bruises, hurt/comfort, apologies, wound cleaning, nap time, cowboyfriends, prior kidnapping, mentions of beating, idiots in love, sunburn

Stuck in the Middle 7

It had been a few hours and Percy had taken a much needed nap under the watchful eye of his sweetheart, Ritz. Of course he had managed to fall asleep in the bandit's lap, his arms wrapped around Ritz's neck and his head on the blonde's shoulder.

Ritz enjoyed feeling the gentle rise and fall of Percy's body with each breath he took, the bandit did notice a slight shudder with each breath, the ranch hand must've been hit in the chest at some point. Ritz gently combed his fingers through the blood caked brown hair, slowly working tangles and knots out.

Those few hours were up as Ritz gave his sweetheart a soft shake until he finally awoke. The bandit pressed a butterfly kiss to Percy's lips as he tirefly grumbled about having to wake up.

"Have a nice rest, lover boy?" Ritz mumbled and kissed him again, "we should probably get ya all cleaned up, hmm?"

Percy reluctantly nodded and stayed where he was, arms embracing the love of his life.

"As much as it pains me, ya have to get off my lap." Ritz said with a light laugh and Percy gave an annoyed sigh before climbing off his boyfriend and crossing his arms. The ranch hand watched as his beloved got up and went over to his saddle that sat propped against a rock, he brought a canteen and one of his spare bandanas back over before he sat down again.

Ritz poured some water onto the bandana and gently began to wipe and scrub blood from his lover's face, he tried to be as careful as he could but there were so many bruises. He saw Percy wince and a few involuntary whimpers came from the boy's throat as Ritz cleaned off the blood and flaking skin from his sunburnt cheeks.

"I'm sorry Ritz… I think I bit off a lil more than I could chew. But, I knew you'd come back for me, buttercup."

"Don't apologize, loverboy. If this was anyone's fault, it was mine. Ya suffered cuz of my mistakes."

Percy let out a quiet hiss of pain as Ritz cleaned the blood from his nose that looked like it was from a bad nosebleed. The bandit gently dabbed the cool damp cloth against Percy's burnt cheeks, he watched the boy nearly sigh in relief.

"I coulda kicked their asses if they hadn't been cowards and tied my arms behind me. I did manage to beat up that Archie guy." Percy said confidently.

"Sweetheart, ah'm sure ya could've and by the looks of it, ya beat the shit outta him." Ritz said with a laugh as he could finally see the freckles he loved so dearly, peek through the bruises after the blood that had been covering them was wiped away.

Percy couldn't help but stare at his beloved, the determined look on his face and the clear line on his cheeks from where his hat shaded his face and where the sun hit it. He couldn't help but admire the beautiful whiskey brown eyes that darted around looking for the next scrape or patch of dried blood to clean. Now that he looked closer he could see dark circles under those maple eyes that indicated Ritz had barely slept these past few days, if at all.

"Have you slept at all, buttercup?"

"Not yet, ya were my top priority and besides, ah can sleep later." Ritz mumbled and leaned forward to press another kiss to Percy's chapped lips.

"Ritz, I know you told me not to apologize, but I at least want to thank you for coming back for me…" Percy muttered hesitantly.

"Darling ah would come back for ya everyone, even if the stars above decided ta fall, ah will always come back for ya." Ritz said gently and cupped Percy's face in his hand, being mindful of the purple bruises.

The ranch hand smiled and wrapped his arms around Ritz's neck and pressed a love soaked kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Ritz wrapped his arms around his beloved's waist and they fell backwards onto the dusty ground. Just loving the way that their bodies seemed to fit perfectly into each other's embrace. The world could wait while their time together seemed to make time slow, they were finally back together and intended to stay that way.

#caretaking #blood tw #bruises tw #hurt/comfort #wound cleaning #apologies #nap time #cowboyfriends #prior kidnapping #mention of beating #sun burn #idiots in love #ritz #percy #sunburn

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