#sfth butchabelle

[norkea]

hey bestie [remembers saying "I love you" causes me to gay panic] want to rob a bank?

[acewashereog]

IM GOING INSNE OVER BUTCHABELLE

My fav lesbian couple is two cishet men…

[phantombegruvia]

"Do you think we're together in every universe?"

"'course we are, Butch!"

"..."

"Maybe in another universe, things between us could have been different, maybe you could have loved me too."

[milk-is-stable]

I of course had to immediately give our girls the classic film poster treatment, because they deserve to star in a sweeping musical love story. Big inspiration for this one came from the classic posters for Annie Get Your Gun (1946), though this isn't a direct recreation this time. The inspiration is below the cut as always!

[zozolkurai]

After the confession and a few happy tears, Annabelle's dad called everyone to dinner. Mr Parker opted for an afternoon nap and the girls went for a walk. The sun was slowly nearing towards the horizon and a breeze was brushing gently through golden grass and Annabelle's hair. They were silent, lacking words to say. Annabelle intertwined her fingers with Butch's and turned towards her. She looked as Butch's dark hair was complimented with golden elegance of the setting sun and her gaze was stuck on Annabelle's face. She stood on her toes and closed the distance between their lips. The eventful day was coming to an end, promising a new beginning tomorrow.

[werenotinbristol]

annabutch | butch4butch by rio romeo

new to sfth tumblr but the new longform inspired me so much that i had to make this. these two immediately stole my heart and they’re easily already in my top five sfth ships!

[suggestegg]

happy pride let's rob a bank about it

[theauthorkiwi]

HAPPY SAPPHICS??? GENDERFUCK BUTCH??? LUKE IN THAT LAST SCENE??? TWO KISSESS????

actually so unbelievably happy as a genderfuck sapphic dealing with the hellhole that is the us rn :)))) <3

[apolloisbored]

I'm honestly so happy that an icon like Scarlett allowed small improviser groups like Shoot From the Hip to be on camera with her 🤧🥺

what an absolute saint sharing her stage with smaller comedians!!!

[o-phreneticum]

Me trying to draw Butch and Annabelle and realising that I just can’t draw them well (or AT ALL) because the only thing I’m good at is drawing/painting from reference but not creating new designs 😭😭😭

I HAVE A PERFECT VISION OF THEM IN MY HEAD BUT I JUST CANNOT BRING IT TO LIFE

[dragonswritebatfamig]

OK SO we start from the top

Maria Prostitutiot x Bill hannigan make Danny prorostitut-hannigan

Danny prostitutiot-hannigan x marks mum who’s last name is Parker (this means Marks dad in cdiyw is bill hannigans son who later takes over the bar)

they make Mark prostitut-hannigan-Parker who marries Clarissa Suzanne Jenkins and they chose the last name Prostitut-Hannigan-Parker-Jenkins.

Clarissa relises she’s in love with Amanda but she’s already pregnant with Marks baby

so she gives birth and dips so Mark gives the baby the name ANNABELLE PARKER and Annabelle Parker falls in love with Butch

Now to circle back to the Danny Prostitut-Hannigan he’s the barkeep who’s in never give Annabelle a gun

DO YOU UNDERSTAND

[norkea]

"Wanna go rob a bank?"

Also posted to Instagram!

[pandoraaudaxfanart]

I actually saw this before the premiere already and got so freaking exited but couldnt find it anymore

Butchabelle my precious

So about the upcoming sfth longform...

Y'all seem so be manifesting happy sapphics and I'm here for it

But I was at that show...

I know what you are getting.

Grab your popcorn and Pride flags

[zozolkurai]

[milk-is-stable]

A Beautiful Thing

Summary: Based on this post by @unbelenting; Three times that someone calls Annabelle a beautiful thing.

Word Count: 1,577

Read on AO3: HERE

AN: As soon as I saw those three quotes next to each other, I was possessed by the idea for this story until I managed to excise it from my brain, I hope you all enjoy <3

— — —

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life." 

Annabelle froze, staring down at the man on the floor in disbelief. Usually when she threatened men, they looked at her with fear, or avoided looking at her at all, which suited her just fine. There was something about the rush of holding up an entire room full of people that made her feel invincible, and the way it made men cower away from her was such a refreshing change from the moon-eyed, overly polite treatment she was used to from the boys in town. 

Sweet Miss Annabelle Parker, isn't it such a shame about her mama, but golly if she isn't the prettiest thing you ever saw! 

Annabelle was perfectly happy to leave that behind for a few hours every time she and Butch rode out together. It was the one time that men didn't care that she was small and "delicate," didn't care that she was beautiful, didn't care that she was a She at all. When she wore a mask over her face and held a pistol in her hands, men who looked at her didn't see a woman to fawn over, they saw a nefarious robber to be feared and respected.

But this man, he was different. He saw the mask and saw the gun, and yet he stared at her as though he was dying of thirst and she was an oasis in the desert. Something about his gaze made her skin crawl, and she felt what was surely an irrational urge to shoot him in the face, if it would just stop him looking at her like that. 

"Hey partner, we need to get outta here!" Butch called, her voice shaking Annabelle free from her stupor. 

"You're the girl with the gun," the man on the floor said. 

He shifted, as though to get to his feet, and Annabelle moved on instinct. She sent a kick flying towards him, and he let out a howl of pain as the heel of her boot connected with his groin. She turned and ran, stumbling a bit as somehow the man grabbed hold of her shoe, but she shook it off and kept moving, grabbing Butch's hand as the two of them fled the scene and mounted their horses. 

"What were you doing, flirting with– I mean, talking with the hostages?" Butch asked, and Annabelle shook her head. 

"I don't know! That man, he said he'd seen me before, and called me the girl with the gun."

"There they are! Stop them!" a voice shouted, and Butch dug her spurs into her horse's sides. 

"GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!" she shouted as they took off in a gallop.

"It was so weird, what he was sayin'!" Annabelle called over the wind. "It just made me freeze, alright? I'm sorry!"

"It's fine, that don't matter now!" Butch said. "Just keep goin', and don't slow down for no one!" 

They rode as hard as they could, but when Annabelle glanced behind them she saw a pair of horses off in the distance, slowly gaining on them. 

"Shit, they're still following!" she exclaimed, doing her best to spur her horse forward with only one boot on. "They'll catch us at this rate!" 

"Split up!" Butch suggested. "You head east and take the long road home to your daddy's, I'll keep heading south and try to lose them in the hills!" 

"Alright..." Annabelle agreed. "Butch, I-"

"No time to talk now, GO!" Butch shouted, and Annabelle reluctantly steered her horse away.

As she rode, she tried to focus on the feeling of the wind in her face, the rhythm of her horse's gallop beneath her, the warmth of the late afternoon sun on her neck, anything to forget the look on the man from the bank's face.

It doesn't matter, she told herself. I won't ever go back to that city, and I won't ever see him again. It's fine.

But no matter what she told herself and no matter how fast she rode, the feeling of his gaze clung to her like sweat in the August heat, and she couldn't help but shudder.

— — — 

"You are the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen in this world." 

Annabelle rolled her eyes and looked down, picking at her fingernails. 

"Oh, every daddy has to say that to his daughter, it's like the fucking law or somethin'," she said.

"That may be true," her daddy said, and he reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "That may be true. But it doesn't mean I don't mean it, sweetheart."

Annabelle looked up to see him smiling at her, his eyes soft and fond. She was struck suddenly with a memory, from nearly ten years ago now. She had tried to play with a group of boys in the schoolyard, but they'd refused to let her join unless she agreed to be a princess in a tower for them to rescue. She'd run home crying, and her daddy had swept her up in his arms and planted a kiss on her forehead, and told her that she could be anything she wanted to be and that any boy who didn't let her wasn't worth the mud on the bottom of her boots. 

Her daddy reached out and cupped her face, pulling her back to the present. 

"If Butch doesn't look at you and see how wonderful you are, if she hears your words and doesn't feel the same way? The rejection is hard...but at the end of the day, that does not have to define you. You are still my daughter, and I will always love you no matter what, but even that doesn't make you who you are. You decide that, always." 

Annabelle swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. 

"But I...I love her so much, Daddy. If she doesn't accept my feelings, then what am I supposed to do?" 

Her daddy sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. 

"I know, sweetheart, I know. When your mother left, I did not take it well at first. But eventually I realized that things change, you know? And change is okay. It's just another opportunity to find out more of who you are. But you'll never know that if you never open up to her." 

"You're right, Daddy," Annabelle said. She took a deep breath, and gave him a shaky smile. "I need to tell Butch how I feel." 

"Yes you do," her daddy said, and he raised an eyebrow. "And then you need to stop robbing banks, young lady!"

"Alright, alright!" Annabelle said, holding up her hands. "I'll go and tell her right now." 

"Good," her daddy said, and he smiled. "And remember, no matter what she says, I'll always be here for you."

"Thanks, Daddy," said Annabelle, and she couldn't help but smile back. 

— — — 

"You are the most beautiful thing in the entire world." 

Annabelle's breath caught in her throat, and a blush rose to her cheeks. 

"Butch, I-"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that," Butch continued, her voice quivering slightly. "I don't know how I kept it inside for so long." 

"Me either," Annabelle whispered. "I tried to tell you how I felt so many times, but every time I just ended up saying let's rob a bank instead." 

Butch laughed, and reached down to tuck a curl behind Annabelle's ear. 

"I mean it, you know," she said, her voice softer. She stared into Annabelle's eyes, something akin to awe on her face. "You're so beautiful."

It was not the first time Annabelle had been told that she was lovely to look at. People had been saying some variation of "you're so pretty!" since she was thirteen years old, and she had learned to accept the words with a demure smile and a nod, carefully sidestepping any and all men who attempted to use the compliments as the start of something more. If she was honest with herself, she'd slowly come to dread any time someone drew attention to her appearance, even before today's horrible encounter with the deputy who'd tried to make her his...prize.  

But hearing those words come out of Butch's mouth was different. For the first time, Annabelle found herself wanting to hear them again. 

"Really?" she asked, smiling coyly. "What's so beautiful about me?"

"Everything," Butch said immediately. "Your eyes are bluer than the sky, your hair looks like it was spun from gold, your voice is like a choir of angels, when you smile it lights up the whole damn world, and every time I look at you I think I must have died and gone to heaven because I can't believe that I'm lucky enough to be alive in a world where I get to look at you whenever I want." 

Annabelle stared at Butch, her mouth open in shock, and Butch smirked at her. 

“Do ya want me to go on, darlin’?” she asked. “Like I said, I’ve wanted to say it for a long time. You are the most beautiful, most perfect woman in the world.” 

“Now hang on, that can’t be true,” Annabelle said, and Butch frowned. 

“Why not?” 

Annabelle smiled, and reached up, fiddling with the tie around Butch’s neck. 

“Because you’re the most perfect woman in the world,” she said. 

Butch’s face went bright red, and Annabelle couldn’t help but pull her down into a long, lingering kiss. 

[milk-is-stable]

So this song is totally them, right?