#Solidaritek

[dailyteamrancher]

[day 97] mmmwah!

[wildheskii]

They got distracted

[deathtekk]

Happy Pride Month

dni if you’re woke.. /joke

[sunny-cycle]

sometime si think about how, if double life didnt happen, the ranchers would probably be called Jimgo.

[spyglahass]

hehehe i see you are a fwhimmy enjoyer may i introduce you to a ship i have lurking in the back of my head, deputy ranchers! it is fwhip/jimmy/tango entirely based on the crossover/double life bc fwhip was like really idk if obsessed is the right word but definitely entranced? by tango? i think that’s a good word for that. and then obviously for tango/jimmy there’s double life and for fwhip/jimmy it’s empires. it actually exists in a fic im writing(there’s like twenty thousand other ships lol i made a web it looks insane) but only in the background it’s just really fun. also i am chewing on your art/pos. it is very crunchy i like the lineart a lot

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I've been in that boat for a while, mostly because it's the unofficial ship of my hunt au hbjefdcjdcxnvjfkkbvj AND NOW I PUT IT EVERYWHERE jimmy and fwhip just need that... buffor between them sometimes, the one that will make sure they don't actually mean the insults they are saying

[rockcattomato]

“Kiss me, Jimmy,” the words are barely a ghost of breath. Tango's not sure Jimmy would hear them if they were any further apart.

He hears Jimmy’s breath catch, a soft sound deep in his throat. He thinks that if Jimmy doesn’t kiss him, he might die. Might keel over and breathe his last citrus-scented breath right in his best friend’s bedroom.

He’s too young to die, at least before kissing the boy he’s in love with. Surely he’s got to at least get that on his last day on earth.

“Of course,” Jimmy says, and Tango shivers.

***

Tango and Jimmy kiss. As friends. Definitely as friends. Mhm, for sure.

“Sorry, I have butterflies” a short and sweet ranchers practice kissing fic :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66056992

[chalicepumasway]

I dunno fam. Ranchers in Among Us and Desert Duo wedding in REPO. We being fed. Maybe on purpose?

[stygiansauce]

Unsportsmanlike Conduct

Series: cross our sticks and hope to die Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Hermitcraft SMP Empires SMP

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive warnings apply

Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity/TangoTek, Kerlis/ xBCrafted, Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Jimmy | Solidairy, TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), xBcrafted (Video Blogging RPF), Keralis, Grian, Skizzleman (Video Blogging RPF), Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Welsknight (Video Blogging RPF), ImpulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), BdoubleO100, Empires SMP Ensemble, Hermitcraft Ensemble

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- Hockey, Angst and fluff and smut, fist fighting, themes on anger, hate sex (but not really?) inappropriate use of locker room (Read AO3 Tags carefully <3)

Summary:

“Wow!” Keralis laughs, though the situation isn’t very funny, “The referee is not playing around today. Ejection from both teams for unsportsmanlike conduct.” 

XB shakes his head, watching the players complain. The captain of the Canaries is disputing but Solidarity is already off the ice, fuming.

“It’s common to see fights on the ice,” he starts, drawing on his own messy experiences, “but that was nasty. I haven’t seen a hook with that much power in years.” 

Keralis cocks his head to the side and changes the camera they’re looking at. He clicks a few buttons that XB has never seen him use, then he’s laughing again. The camera zooms in on Tek. He’s grinning, blood pouring from his nose as a rink manager forces him out of the arena. His eyes are wild and bright, like he enjoyed getting beat into the ice.

“That was some crazy foreplay.” Keralis giggles. Again, as if they aren’t live broadcasting to the entire city. 

“I don’t think—”

Or; After a fight on the ice, Jimmy and Tango continue their argument in the locker room.

Read on AO3

[skadoodle-with-extra-ification]

❗The tiniest of spoilers for King's Tide❗

HAPPY MERMAY RANCHERS FANS!

Before you enjoy this silly art, GO READ KING'S TIDE by @watcheraurora!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, on with the sillies!

Consider with me if you will: what if Jimmy was without any extra help in chapter 23? I imagine that shenanigans would certainly ensue

○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

They fall over minimum 8 times

Despite all of the valiant attempts at carrying Tango, I think poor Jimmy would have to resort to dragging him along XD

Thank you for joining me for this silly "what if" (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[dailyteamrancher]

[day 98] happy birthday gay ppl, here's headcanons :p

[watcheraurora]

Guess what, friends?

Walls of Fire Burn Out's sequel chapter 1 has officially dropped! I posted chapter 1 of Burn Out days before the rest of the fic was finished and ready to go, and I figured I'd do the same for its sequel

Enjoy!

When Storm Walls Break - Chapter 1

[haruintheblank]

has there been any talk of a f1 ranchers au.... the yaoi potential is strong........ for the sports au summer people...

[mmmassacre]

◠◠ jimmy solidarity + tangotek ┈┈ ♱

・

hi everyone (grabs the mic) did you know that brokeback mountain is coming back to theatres on ju (i am forcibly dragged off the stage)

[four-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Ranchers - All the Stars and Me and You

Some ranchers fluff for @crownpastelyellow Starkissed AU w/ T-male Jimmy < 3333

It would be quite an achievement to lose someone in this cramped shuttle. And yet, as Tango turns back from the cockpit after flicking switches that make the petite vessel purr into automated function, he can’t for the life of him see Jimmy. 

Scanning the cramped bones of the ship, Tango tries to pick him out, find the familiar golden fluff and that smile like a lone star in a cold bitter universe. 

Vast comos’ roll behind him, their ship basking in the interstellar glow of a deathworld: a condemned colony for the corp. Tango deflates at the radioactive glow and arcs of decades old fission reactions still bubbling and cracking the surface washing over their ship. Tango spares the ‘planet’ at a glance, and wonders if they would blame him for this one somehow, or if they already had someone to pin it on. The sight is hauntingly nostalgic. 

The ship veers well out of its orbit before anything too harsh can seep through. By the time the shutters are creaking down the cockpit, the deathworld is a dark ghost in the rear view - a haunting green spectre of a planet. 

Leaving the cockpit, Tango takes all of five steps before he’s at the pullout, looking down at the standard issue sheets and the colourful array of blankets Jimmy brought with him when he joined his voyage. They are bundled up, and within that bundle, Tango spies a little tuft of gold sticking out: like bird’s tail feathers hanging out the nest. 

“Jim, you okay?” Tango asks, placing a hand on the mound. Shifting beneath the bundle like a great worm beneath the sand, Jimmy pokes his head out. 

Doesn’t say a word. Just shakes his head. Tango sighs, massaging his worn temple. “I don’t want to say I told you to wear more layers when we stopped on Skadi-7-”

“It’s not a cold.” Jimmy groans, each word seeming to pain him. His face is set in a sorrowful grimace like someone was permanently twisting a knife into him and he was just gritting and bearing through it. “Cramps.”

Sitting down on the pullout next to Jimmy, Tango blinks down at him. Blinks again. The word settles into his brain and Jimmy looks almost concerned at how thoughtful Tango looks. “Like stomach cramps?” 

The fleeting sound of Jimmy’s laugh fills the coffin of a vessel and Tango raises a brow - after that incident with the all you can get seafood stomach cramps had never been funny. Wriggling like a worm, Jimmy rests his head on Tango’s thigh, face momentarily knotted and tense before settling into his warmth. 

“Period cramps.” Jimmy can see the hamster return to spinning the cogs of Tango’s mind once again. 

“But you’re- wait you’re not a cis guy?” A laugh breaks past his lips, Tango’s astonishment and embarrassed kindling something pleasantly warm in his chest - a brief shot of gender euphoria like a star shooting through the sky. Magnificent. “There’s no way-” Jimmy rises with a bird’s nest of hair and Tango can see the outline of his chest shifting underneath his shirt. Oh. 

“Well. You may possess the universe's strongest binder,” Tango chuckles awkwardly, burning with embarrassment. But Jimmy smiles wearily, just lets the pain settle and slumps back against the ship's hull - blankets open, a clear invitation. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” 

Contemplating the empty space to Jimmy - they were in for a long haul, Tango first turns to look down towards the rear of the ship, “Can I get you anything, I think we might have some painkillers in the medpack.”

“That would be great actually… then cuddle?” How can Tango say no to those big eyes, batting so sweetly at him. 

Tango returns soon after with some tablets and a water which Jimmy greedily gulps down.

“You okay with being touched?” He asks, a quietly nervous look on his face. 

“Tango you dirty old dog, while I’m so vulnerable” The way red erupts off his face makes Jimmy’s heart swell and the pain briefly dissipate. Slumping back into the bed, creaking and refusing to give beneath him, he wiggles to try and find some comfort atop the slab of a mattress. 

“I- not like that-” Flames crack and fill the space, Tango blathering while Jimmy reaches up and weakly tugs at his shirt. 

“I’m fine with being touched, just come here.” Jimmy chuckles, voice a little worn, fatigued. Currently Jimmy doesn’t possess the strength to pull Tango down, but he comes easily, falling into bed next to him and slotting against him. The pullout is basically a slab of rock with a sheet, but Jimmy found some way to make it hospitable with all of his blankets and pillows. The stark minimalism and whirl of machines feeling just that more alive because of him.

Jimmy nestles close and breathes Tango in the char and soot of his auroma, face burying itself in his chest, tucking himself under his chin. The warmth of his breath against his neck has heat racing down Tango’s spine while his hands ghost Jimmy, still a little nervous to touch him. But his comfort is paramount. 

Wiggling close, Tango presses his chest against Jimmy, lets him melt into him with a groan settling in the back of his throat. Jimmy almost jumps out of bed at the sudden warmth tracing down his body when Tango’s hands run down his stomach, but he settles just as quick and melts into him. 

Slowly, Tango’s hands dance around Jimmy’s hips, pressing comfortingly into his abdomen, soothing warmth flushing into aching muscles while another meanders down to his thighs and kneads out the throbbing pains. The sight of Jimmy’s face so at ease makes Tango swoon, enraptured by how the tightness of his face unwinds, flutters with an ease he hadn’t known before.

Painful groans and whimper evaporate under Tango’s touch. A warming hand flat against his abdomen, slowly seeping into the cramping and throbbing pains twisting his insides, it doesn’t erase them, but the flames soothe, burn away the bitter edges fraying Jimmy’s body inside out. 

He sighs, a deep exhale, chest rising to bump up against Tango before exhaling with a soft smile. 

“Thank you.” Jimmy purrs, nestling into the crook of Tango’s neck, lapping at the sweet warmth bleeding out of him. Tango simply hums small agreeable noises, the scruff of his jaw comfortably brushing through his hair, like cats rubbing up against one another. 

It’s perhaps the first time in a few weeks that Tango has felt at ease: no patches to weld, no systems screaming at him, no looking over his shoulder - not for now at least. 

For now, in the grave cosmos sprawling beyond the confines of their little coffin of a ship does not matter, just the quiet soothing of his partner in crime’s pain. Slow and methodical ministrations absorbing him in quiet focus. In how Jimmy’s body feels in his hands, how he clambers for him, silently begging for just a little more. 

He could get used to… and maybe that thought makes his cheeks flush and heart heavy with something foreign. But right now, he can’t bring himself to care much for worries of the future. 

[tiredfoxtf]

The different answers to one single question.