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[goosita]

idk idk thinkin about billy’s hands

the way his palms are rough and dry and his fingers have calluses that catch on your skin. his hands are always so warm, so gentle with you wherever they land on your body. he touches you like you’re the finest piece of pottery he’s ever been given, as if one wrong move could put a crack in your pretty glaze.

those same hands that slide soothingly down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the warm sun outside. he’s pressed against your back, his chest broad and firm behind you and you can feel billy’s breath behind your ear when he praises you. “good job, honey. keep your arms just like that, hm? and when you’re ready, you squeeze that trigger. don’t just pull on it,” he tells you. his voice drops even lower as his touch skims down your back slowly, then his long fingers are curling around either side of your waist. “squeeze it,” billy whispers, his grip bearing down on your body. squeezing you.

you take a deep breath and aim as best you can at the glass bottle perched on the fence post, carefully squeezing the trigger on his revolver. the shot rings out and kicks you back just a little, but billy’s right there behind you to keep you steady. the green glass shatters and you hear his delighted chuckle, feel his lips peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw.

“look at that, baby! you’re a natural,” billy praises. “my girl’s gonna take my title, huh? fastest gun in the west?” it makes you giggle, such happiness and pride radiating from the man you adore so much. his words make your cheeks flush with heat every time he calls you his girl.

billy uses those hands you never stop thinking about to gently pull his revolver from your grip, setting it aside to spin you around so you can face him. his hat blocks the sun from both of your faces where he stands, and his eyes match the shade of the sky. he brings his hands up to cup your jaw, brushing his thumbs along your cheeks reverently.

“what’s that pretty blush for, baby?” he asks, voice airy and sweet. the corner of his mouth ticks up in a grin. he dips his head down just enough to kiss your cheek, then smiles and presses a matching one to the other side. “is it ‘cus i called you my girl?” he teases, delight running through him as you make a little sound in the back of your throat. he loves to rile you up, make you putty in his hold. “think i ain’t noticed how you get all shy on me when i say it? its just about the cutest thing i could ever imagine.”

one hand continues to hold your jaw and you don’t even realize you’ve tipped your head into his touch, leaning your cheek into his palm like a cat being given affection. his other hand goes to brush away a strand of hair that came loose in the breeze. billy’s hands are so strong, have caused so much damage in his young life. they’ve worked hard and played even harder. his hands are steady, quick. your gunslinger.

“you are my girl, ain’t you? c’mon, honey, say it. please?” billy asks with a pretty grin.

“yeah, billy. i’m your girl.”

[clownsuu]

Heeeeyyyy You know what?

I LOVE FLUFFY ONES!!!!

btw, this is not an Oc, it's.. A Version of the discarded character from Welcome Home named Sunny

It's my version as a nun/monk

ALSO!! I draw ur version of Home and Sunny in the church confessional and and- DAMN IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL, JUST HERE TO SAY THAT UR DRAWINGS AND EVERYTHING CHARACTERS (Oc's) THAT U MADE ARE SO BEAUTIFUL, FOR LOVE OF GOD- I'm Ur fan- a big fan u guess- (sorry I'm nervous-)

EVEN MORE ROBBIE ROBS RUBS AUGHAUAHAHGH

[its-target-official]

sitting on the floor in a puddle of tears and feathers hoping for a godkin to come rescue me

[remyfire]

Photos in the 50th Anniversary edition of Secrets of the M*A*S*H Mess: The Lost Recipes of Private Igor that I feel very, very normal about.

[deus-ex-mona]

scrolled a little too far back on mogetwt and found pure gold:

[masqueradeofatlas]

ATLAS IS A FRIEND OF THE PARASITE…

DON’T BE A FRIEND OF ATLAS…

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️

Cosplayer: Me

📸 & Editing: @rapturesprodigalson

I am literally amazed on just how talented @rapturesprodigalson is! He made me look SO GOOD!? What better occasion than the anniversary of Bioshock to post?! I am literally obsessed with this da*n game. Needless to say, there are many exciting events coming, including our WEDDING! I feel incredibly honored to belong to him and have him as mine. 💙💛

[makar0shka]

SPIDER!!!!

[lollipopmixclo9]

O-O'saa | Fear and Hunger Termina

“Let's see how the stars align... Looks like it's your time to go my friend.”

Additional doodles from 6 months ago cuz they're cool!!!

[wanderingblindly]

[goosita]

hii, i loved what you wrote for billy so far and i thought i'd send you a request! maybe you could write something with a singer!reader who he sees perform at a saloon (kinda lucy gray & coryo vibes when he watches her sing at the hob)? hope you have a lovely day x

HI BABY yes hi hello, i’m here from the dead (finals week) to work through my asks!!! i love this idea sm—

poor thing would be so worn out, rubbing his tired eyes, ignoring the chatter going on beside him from jesse and the other boys. it’s been a long, hard day. his limbs ache, his shoulders and back tense. his hands have blisters from pulling at reigns all day and he can feel the heat on the high points of his cheekbones that radiate from a sunburn. all billy really wants to do is head back to their little hidey-house and collapse onto his bed, but the boys insisted on a drink.

billy would be blinking owlishly, chin resting on his hand as he tries to stay awake, but then someone is picking up a fiddle. a guitar joins in and then his eyes are wide open, perking up at the sweetest voice he’s ever heard. his back straightens up as he looks to the corner of the little bar, eyes landing on you as you twirl about the little makeshift stage. your dress swishes in the light of the oil lamps, your smile charming and fun.

he thinks he must be dreaming as the song goes on, especially when you meet his gaze and he watches as your brows twitch upwards, just barely. interestedly. he lifts the corner of his lips in a shy sort of smile, his cheeks now warm from more than just the hours he spent in the sun. you watch him watching you, your own smile growing when his does.

when you finish your song, you laugh and take a little bow, shimmying your ruffly skirts at the cheers of everyone in the place. then, you excuse yourself after blowing a kiss to the crowd. his eyes follow you, his heartbeat kicking up in his chest as you make your way towards him. surely this is all in his mind. maybe he’d fallen asleep propped up on his palm, dreaming up a pretty little thing like you.

but no, it’s very real when you come to a stop before him and lean on his table. jesse and the boys go quiet, all watching.

“hi there, cowboy,” you say, giving him a sticky-sweet grin. he flounders for a moment.

“h-hi, miss,” he manages to get out, standing politely and removing his hat. oh yes, he is wide awake.

his boyish stuttering seems to make your own face light up even more, amused.

“you got a name?” you ask, stepping a little closer to him. your hand reaches out to slide the tips of your fingers down one of his leather suspender straps and he doesn’t even try to hide his little shiver.

“i’m billy.”

[the-alan-price-combo]

"There is no other pianist/organist in Europe today who has moved, and I think ever will move me as much as much as Alan does." - Eric Burdon, 1966

[remyfire]

This was new lore to me so I am tucking it in my tag for reference! So curious to hear what he taught.

[deus-ex-mona]

monachan haul has arrived ✨safely✨

[castlefly]

she is ALIVE

and she is READY

[xhanisai]

Oh the urge to write a fic where during an akuma attack, Chat Noir gets hit by a beam and it splits him into all his personas and Ladybug has to deal with like a billion of him

Maybe she blacks it in the process for some reason and she wakes up to Adrien and Chat Noir hovering over her worriedly and then they're pointing at Chat Blanc, horrified and asking what the fuck is that thing cos Blanc is idk eating a brick or doing something unhinged (and he will ofc pounce on her with a hug and give away her identity to all the Chatons).

And instead of answering, she notices Patte De Valours/Cat Walker, points at him and is like "how about you tell me what the fuck he's doing here???"

This is why I never get shit done

[dailyaagirls]

day 26: woman,,