#so...i'm back?

[achrams]

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐰~

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Thinking this strange robotic man was weird, you decided to ignore him until he had to catch you. Literally.

𝐂𝐰: Bondage, power bottom reader, Boothill's way of cursing, oil? as cum, creampie.

Getting money is rough. Nowadays that may be the norm everywhere yet it feels like living in the middle of nowhere has made it even more difficult than originally anticipated. Moving away and going to live on your own, to create your career, had been the best choice you’d ever made..had money not become an issue.

Let’s get one thing straight, it’s not like you were poor and struggling to get by. Quite the opposite actually, you were well known and praised by the people who lived nearby. The main issue was that your choice of income was growing old. Out of fashion. Forgotten. You had to work day and night to perfect your skills, to make each show unforgettable, to leave a deep impression. All in hopes of drawing more eyes, more people and therefore more money.

Bull riding. That’s what you had been interested in ever since you were barely a lad. Seeing shows display strong, fierce and, in your opinion, fashionable cowboys had molded your interests rather firmly. No matter what your parents threw before you, those innocent eyes had locked onto one thing and one thing only. And that was rodeo work. It’s not even that your parents could be cross, you were good. Eerily so. After your first ride on a horse a few instructors had shown incredible interest as well as enthusiasm to latch onto this natural talent. Wishing to mold you into the perfect face for the industry.

Thus began the rigorous training, which you, quite frankly, enjoyed a lot as opposed to your fellow training buddies. While others your age were bossy and picky, preferring to stay home playing around, you were happier than ever when you could feel the wind comb through your hair and experience the thrill of maneuvering animals that were wilder than an old guy on crack. Each day the smiles you wore grew brighter and each ride finished got you already excited for the next one.

Soon enough you were old and experienced enough to take up bull riding. The very same thing that had sparked this everlasting interest. That might have been the one day where tears of happiness broke through the determination which had been pushing you forward. From then on you gained popularity with each show you did. Crazy core strength held you up and hands of steel kept you steady. It would have been a ‘never before seen celebrity’ story where the culture of bull riding not scarce.

That brings us to today. You stood before your mirror, gaze intense and the thrive to keep going stronger than ever. Today was the day, the day you swore you'd put on such a show for the public that it would save this sport. It might not have been your goal from the start but as of recently it might as well have been. “They'll love this for sure. I'm confident.” You said with a smirk, flashing yourself some fingerguns before fixing the personalised hat on your head.

The whole town had been bustling and squirming in their seats when you, the renowned and nearly perfect rider, had given hints about attempting something so unbelievable that it had brought in people from large cities all around. Everyone everywhere wanted to see you win. To feel the adrenaline and taste the tension in the air when you stepped foot onto the battle ground. A battle between wild strength and human determination that was familiar to the audience and personal to you.

The years of hard work, late nights on simulated bull thrashing and workouts to keep you in top shape had all come down to this singular moment. Music blared and people cheered. “This is it. I can do it.” You breathed out as you got stationed on your bull. In and out, this was it. 8 seconds of pure strength both mentally and physically. As soon as the horn blew, gates opened and you were kicked to the arena, the plan began. Some may call it stupid, some may call it a death trap but you were determined.

One hand up, tipping your hat, before you suddenly let go of your rope to stand up on the bull’s back for a few kicks. Settling down and immediately gaining back control, waving with the free hand as if this was your easiest ride yet. A last second hands free thrash from the bull and you jumped off into safety while the irritated bull was calmed down.

The crowd cheered, screamed and celebrated on your behalf. You had done it. Pulled off something that was so dangerous that not even other professionals would dare to attempt it. No one had doubted the fact you’d get nearly perfect scores, since that’s what you usually bagged but to hear the judges announce ‘103.7 points’ was mental not just to you but everyone who was watching. It made you scream of happiness, almost throwing your hat to the ground as you cheered. Adrenaline rushing through you, doubling with each smiling face you saw. For a split moment your eyes locked with a mysterious grey pair, that was focused on you with hawk-like attention, before you got guided out.

You broke the score. 103.7 out of 100 is something that not many would attempt let alone achieve. You were the legend, the myth, the most well known bull rider there was. Heart pounding as you walked through the people, managers and eager fans wanting a speck of your eyes on them. The same could be said about the grey eyes following your every move, silently, patiently. The evening had been packed with one interview after another, all desperate to hear why you had done this, how you managed it and what could people expect next.

After the medals were distributed, rewards received and most interviews had been taken care of, you sighed in relief. Eyes from all over the country were now focused on you, on the hobby you wished got more recognition. It made your heart happier than a first love ever could. Turning around you walked back towards your quarters, after all the next show must live up to the expectations people had set by now. Boots clanking with each step you took down the dry mud roads. Mind already reeling with stunts you had to perfect if you wanted to implement them into your future routines.

“Excuse me.” The words dragged you out of your thoughts, making you turn around. Half expecting a buckle bunny to flutter her eyelashes at you, instead you were face to face with a...cowboy? Well he certainly looked the part. “Yeah?” You said back, tipping your hat as a greeting while silently assessing this intriguing stranger. Seems like he wasn’t from around these parts, though he could very well fit in if he lost the whole half-robot look. Not that it was bad, just an odd ‘choice’.

“I saw ya show. Impressive.” The stranger spoke and then leaned closer to whisper, “Ya ain’t seen a man about this tall. Gold tooth and hiding his face, have ya?” The sudden interrogation made you raise an eyebrow for a moment before scanning through your memories. “I don’t think so. Why do you ask?” Your words an octave lower as the tension grew between the two of you, arms crossed over your chest while glaring at this suspicious man. He seemed to sense the distrust, hoping to keep the initial bridges intact he did some damage control despite his preferences to keep his identity a secret.

“No need to get defensive. The name’s Boothill, I’m a galaxy ranger. The guy I’m after was seen near here.” He introduced with an open arm, expecting you to shake it and work as an ally for the time being since your line of job had a lot more connections with locals, which in turn would benefit Boothill to finish his job faster. “A galaxy ranger. Yeah right.” You said back, not believing whatever this man was telling you, refusing to shake hands. He was odd, acting like a police officer while claiming to..what...travel the galaxy? A comedian would be a better fit title for him.

“I don’t know what you’re after but rid yourself of the lulus before mingling with my locals.” You said sternly and turned around on your heel to protect your peace. There was no way you would trust this person who looked like he was one tick away from opening fire. It wouldn’t do you any good to become buddy-buddy with the insane guy who claimed to ride ponies into the sunset, on a quest to find some man you’re not even sure you’d ever seen. You could hear subtle grumbling and indecisive steps behind you but when Boothill had finally decided to call out for you once more you were already on the other side of the street, nearly home. 

“Ah darn it. Tomorrow then.” Boothill said while returning to his own hotel room for the night. This mission wasn’t supposed to be this difficult but it seems like with no help from locals, which in his case was you, it was bound to draw out into a comically long trip. Hence the following week or so, this half robot has been on your tail. It was barely noticeable at first but then it grew pathetically desperate. He needed your help and fast, there was no way he could get his hands on his target otherwise. 

Day after day you avoided him like the plague itself. Pretending you were busy, talking with others, in a rush or blatantly ignoring him, yeah you used every trick in the book to prevent yourself from having to partner up with Boothill on some mission that could be mistaken as a feverdream. Who else would want to become partners with a half robot ranger that apparently has been to space? Definitely not you.

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On one particular night where you were training late in one of the simulation rooms for bull riders, you failed to notice the intense eyes glaring at your back. It had been hours by now, sun far behind the horizon and you still hadn’t left this room, fixated on bettering your form and polishing your moves for the upcoming show. Your shirt had been long forgotten onto a nearby rack, occasionally used as a towel to wipe your sweat. The robot bull was turned on once more and you focused on your routine until suddenly you felt a thick rope swoop over your head, tightening around your arms, pinning them at your sides. A pull backwards earned a yelp from you as you were dragged to the floor and closer to the source of this ambush.

“OI FUCK OFF-” You yelled out before a certain ranger stood over you, smirking down at your helpless state with mild intrigue. “Shh shh..I just need ya to stay still.” Boothill said while helping you sit up yet not undoing the binds from around you. Snickering to himself as you seethed in your spot. Practically a steaming teapot ready to let out the worst ear bleeding screech the world would have the misfortune to hear. Who was this asshole and what right did he have to lasso you!? If you were on bad terms with him before then now it was more than set in stone…despite it being one-sided given how much Boothill seemed to fancy catching you.

“Look, you little bull, I need ya help so stop running away from me.” Boothill said, crouching down before you, the rope tight in his hand as he tugged on it ever so slightly. It made you feel more like the bull than the bull rider. Gritting your teeth as you spoke, “No. Ever heard of a rejection before?” the words sarcastic and clearly fed up with this stranger. Boothill sighed and tilted his head, “Listen I’m running outta time here you fudgehead. You either help me or I leave ya here until someone notices their famous bull rider is gone.” The threat sent shivers down your spine, making you silently reevaluate the pros and cons in this situation.

The gears turned in your head for a long while, gazing Boothill up and down a few times. Eyes rolling each time he seemed to grin or make gestures to mimic you going missing. He drove a hard bargain but it’s not like you were in an position to make deals for yourself. Better hope this task of Boothill’s was something actually worth doing. You would certainly give him a piece of your mind were he to ruin all the hard work you’d done for this town so far.

“What do I have to do with this anyways? Can’t you go deal with it alone?” You asked, putting the hatred behind for a moment to gather intel on the situation. If you were to help Boothill then it would be better if you actually knew the backstory rather than jumping in head first. “Apparently he has guards around that prevent me from getting close. Seeing as he’s a big fan of ya he’d let you in easier than I could manage on my own.” Boothill explained and reluctantly gave intel on this man he was after. It wasn’t as detailed as you would have hoped but it gave you a good sense of who was in the right here and who needed to feel the cruel hand of justice.

“So, whadda ya say? Are ya on my side or not?” He asked, grinning while his gaze roamed over your body. From the messy hair, glistening chest and binded hands. You were a nice catch that’s for sure. “Sure, but for your information I never work with people who I deem strangers.” You said back, the sass still ever present in your tone despite the two of you being a team from now on. The grin on Boothill’s face grew as soon as you said that and he leaned even closer. “Why don’t we get to know one another then.” The question was framed as an order and before you could quip back, he had placed the hat from his head to yours, tipping it down to hide your face. "Let's get to know each other reeeal good.” Boothill added with a low snicker.

“Should have known you were one of those buckle bunny wannabes afterall.” You huffed out, face slightly flushed from this intimate moment from which you had no opportunity to get out of. Being in the rodeo scene had some hidden gestures and it seems like neither of you were strangers to them. The comment earned a chuckle alongside a tug against the rope, letting you feel the slight friction burn. “I’m just getting to know ya. Just like ya wanted, no?” He grinned once more and purposefully stood up to teasingly press against the faint tent at the front of your pants. Adding pressure when you visibly tensed up at the touch, “That good?”

Boothill’s words didn’t reach your ears as you wiggled against the restraints and pressed your thighs together as best you could. “Tsk-tsk..little bull you can’t expect us to grow familiar if you do that.” He teased and pulled on the rope again, making you lean forward with a groan. Feeling the hat begin to slip from your head, “Now, that better stay on. Looks good on ya.” He said as he pressed it firm onto your head before sliding his metal hand down to tilt your head up. Seeing the flushed face for the first time. Oh boy what a sight it was. Straight out of an erotica. Brows furrowed, eyes barely open and lips parted to draw in puffs of air from the stuffy room. The scene itself made Boothill subconsciously add pressure against your growing erection, pulling out another shiver from your body.

“You play real dirty ranger.” The words barely croaked out as another wave of shivers travelled down your spine. Your eyes falling shut as you silently pushed your hips into the heavy metal foot to get some form of friction to build. “Ah..that desperate already?” Boothill mused and evilly pulled his foot away before turning around to find a spot to proceed. The middle of a training room seemed a tad too extreme for him. Tugging on the rope to get you to follow like a lamb being led to slaughter, he managed to sit on one of the leather ottoman chairs. 

Smirking up at you while patting his thigh, “Come on now, show me just how good ya can ride.” Boothill tugged you closer by the rope, watching how you tried to gracefully land onto his lap. Maybe hitting your legs a few times against the furniture but a few bruises aren’t something you weren’t used to. “Hah..you seem to be enjoying this game.” You commented while shuffling yourself comfortable on Boothill’s lap, he was metal so it wasn’t exactly easy but at least he was surprisingly warm compared to the wooden floor. “‘course I do. It’s you who’s on top of me.” He purred out and leaned in to press a light kiss to your neck.

Slowly but surely making his way up to the bottom of your jaw before nipping at the skin there, thriving when your lips let out a yelp. “Careful now, don’t want to frighten your bull here.” He said, referring to himself, then tugged you closer so he had better access to your bare chest. Making sure each surface was properly powdered with kisses, bites and licks while slowly moving against you in undulating motions. The more Boothill lathered affection to the juncture between your neck and collar, the more restless you grew. Back gradually arching before it turned into needy grinds against the hard plains beneath you. “You are such a tease..if you’re gonna kiss me do it right.” You groaned out between hot breaths.

Boothill glanced up from his comfortable nook, easily straightening up to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The rope around you momentarily forgotten as his hands caressed down your body and into your jeans. Palming the warm globes before a hand dipped lower, teasing at your entrance with light circular motions. “S-shit..how will you even-” Your question was cut off by a spontaneous bite against your shoulder. “Shh, just enjoy your ride..I’ll deal with the details.” Boothill murmured against your skin as he yanked your jeans off, letting them fall to the ground with no further attention.

The bite had made you moan lowly, resting your head against Boothill’s shoulder the best you could without fully losing the hat on your head. With natural ease your body heated up and began working against the pressure on your ass. Grinding in a figure eight motion to rub your leaking dick against Boothill’s front while also pushing back against the hand probing you open for further penetration. Each roll had you huffing out warm air, biting your lip to prevent lewd moans from slipping free.

Boothill’s free hand found the rope again and he fiercely pulled it back to pull you against him, arching perfectly against his metal body. “Good boy..” he growled and added another finger to the one your body had come accustomed to. To see your flushed face eagerly pushing down against Boothill’s hand was heaven, making him push his hand further inside to hear that wonderful gasp you tended to let out when something felt especially good.

With gradual ease your neediness grew, turning into soft whines of “Come on..just..stop teasing me..” each plea was answered with a chuckle, kiss or sudden thrust of his fingers inside you. He loved seeing you squirm with pleasure, his cute little bull rider. Sensing you were prepared enough, Boothill guided out his own dick. It wasn’t real, obviously, though that didn’t stop him from having fun. Especially when your fucked out expressions would bring him to his own climax. A hand on your lower back to keep the arch steady, he lined up his dick with your hole and then eased himself inside.

A shuddering groan left you, with the little power you had left you pushed down. Impatiently impaling yourself on Boothill’s warm dick, letting it fill you to the brim. “Mhm..that’s the good spot..” you whispered out, head straightening up from its leaned back position. Surprised to see the barely holding on look Boothill harboured, it was your turn to smirk as you showed him why you were the infamous bull rider.  He wanted a ride? You'd give him exactly that. Immediately resuming with the round grinds to get used to him filling you. Each roll of your hips somehow pulled out a small huff from Boothill.

Within a few minutes all purity was out the window, you were loudly groaning with each bounce you made on his dick. Taking him deep with a clench before letting go and undulating then repeating the motion with growing vigour. Feeling how it tapped perfectly against your prostate, nudging past it every few grinds before hitting the spot flawlessly. Gosh it was good and by the, now flushed, expression on Boothill, it felt good for him too. Making him pull you closer by the rope before grinding his own hips to buck up into you. Your bodies flush together as you worked in tandem with one another, like two pieces that fit together splendidly.

Suddenly, Boothill wrapped both his arms around your middle before thrusting up inside you with frantic movements. “Oh fudge..hang on little bull..” he groaned and captured your lips in another kiss while pounding into you with growing power. His hands pulling you down against him with each movement for additional friction as he felt the edge so close now. Just a little bit more. With a gruff rumble he stilled and pressed his hips flush with your ass.

The sudden action made you clench up, back arching wildly while he filled you with none other than a liquid that felt and looked like oil yet didn’t have the smell. “Oh my..oh, fuuckk..” You whimpered out while riding through Boothill’s climax to reach your own, quickly rubbing yourself against his hard torso before letting go with a whine. Splurting your cum to cover the little crevices of his stomach and abdomen. For a moment you two sit there in each other's arms, breathing and catching up with the beating heats that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“You definitely deserve the praise. That one one flipping good ride.” Boothill finally sighed out and busied himself with unbinding your arms. Fingers gently caressing the slight irritation the constant friction had left on your skin. “Yeah..haven’t had a good ‘bull’ in a while.” You chuckled and stretched your arms up, then rested them on Boothill’s shoulders for support. Slowly pulling yourself off his lap, sighing breathily when the drag of his dick stimulated your insides, it squelched out with a slight pop followed by a dribble of his release, sticky and eager to show face.

“Hm, looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You pointed out, dragging a finger through the mess between your thighs, feeling it awkwardly drip from your ass and then holding it out for Boothill to see. Smirking when he actually got embarrassed and looked away, with a step closer you pressed your hand against his abdomen. Mixing your own cum with his, “Seems like we really did get to know one another.” The words whispered and slow as you leaned closer to press a kiss to his ear. Patting his messy tummy as a teasing gesture.

Smiling to yourself as you straightened up, joints popping while you walked around to clothe yourself back up. The nightly training session could be concluded as done, now to get home, into a nice warm shower before bed. Oh yeah, tomorrow you and Boothill will begin working together. So there’s that to look forward to. “Up up ranger. You stay here and I might have to report you as the missing one instead.” You teased with a wink and watched how he scrambled up, fixed appearance and looked for his hat before seeing you wear it with a smile, your own hat hugged to your chest.

“Catch me if you can.” You mouthed before jogging out of the training room, chuckling when Boothill followed with a laugh of his own. “You’re on little bull. I'll catch you again.”

[trans-ralsei]

[jue-jack]

Kirby is a star!!!

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

I think one of the kindest things you can do for people with various mental health struggles is just... let people back into your life after they've been absent for a while.

Making friends as an adult is so fucking hard already and isolating yourself from other people is a very common symptom of depression, anxiety, burnout, ocd, trauma, grief, etc. Which means that someone will do the hard work of recovery/healing and resurface back into a world where their previous friends have written them off because they stopped showing up.

So if you know someone where you're like "yeah we could have been better friends but they fell off the map a bit" and that person suddenly reaches out, or starts showing up to events even though you kind of forgot they were still in the group chat... well they may have been Going Through It and you don't actually have to punish them for their absence you can just be glad that they're back.

[pomegranatears]

every overthinker should have someone to fuck them stupid

[hansoeii]

A latte with lots of love!

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Happy Stitch Day, everyone donate to the NICWA out of apology that we let the reboot gain any kind of traction

The National Indian Child Welfare Association is an organization working to protect indigenous children and families through education and advocacy on child welfare and kinship rights. Nobody gets left behind.

[mimimar]

(open pages for better image quality)

the moment I heard elphaba's delivery of "there's a girl i know..." in i'm not that girl i knew i had to draw this comic, i strongly recommend listening to it while you read for the full experience!

this comic is a companion to this piece (which was inspired by glinda's delivery of the same line in the i'm not that girl reprise).

pages 1-4 are from elphie's pov, pages 5-8 are from glinda's.

prints of individual pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

flower meanings in order of appearance:

[lylahammar]

the one perk he can't earn

[salamispots]

it got turned into a 17" x14" pillow instead haha

[marzipanandminutiae]

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

[boasamishipper]

helena eagan whose destiny from birth was to be the future serene and placid face of lumon, who never once wavered from that path, even getting severed to prove her commitment to kier's vision, watching her innie be imperfect, impulsive, unsure, freely and openly affectionate and then receive affection and concern in turn with no strings attached.......yeah baby i'd rewind that security footage too

[captainbee66]

I miss the era of the internet where everyone had an evil alter ego/character that would show up on their channel, just to be silly, that eventually got a lot of lore from the fandom for no reason. It was a simpler time.

[demaparbat-hp]

Existential Nihilism Squad™

[danidoodels]

trying to get used to drawing this goober again

[cspcrashing]

fool's hope