#black cowboy hat

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#November 2012 with #Alice Cooper Band #Los Angeles 📸 taken in Johnny's home

[dameronscopilot]

for science, reblog and put your favourite mundane yet ✨ incredibly attractive ✨ clothing details on a person in the tags

[vilf-lover]

inslready habe a hat bur i want another :3

UGH I WANT A HAT SO BADJDJKD

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About this item

EMBELLISH LEATHER BELIEVE IN QUALITY: Cowboy hats for men, are made of premium quality nontoxic, environmentally friendly cowhide durable genuine leather, easy to clean and wipe out the dust.

Adjustable leather Chin strap, 3 inch Wide Brim to provide shade from the hot, cold and rainy weather, 4 inch Crown Height, Feather weight Design, Durable, finished all leather construction, Ventilation holes in crown optimise breath ability

OUR Premium Unisex outback hats are an accessory that creates a signature style and it adds personality to look, Cowboy hat is something more, a symbol of power, and an indicator of social status or cultural tradition. Cowboy hats aim for style and charm, with no social distinction also perfect for a golf and horse-riding day.

Quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten, sombrero vaquero para hombre are associated with farmers, rugged, trucks, ranchers, drivers, outdoor and gambler looks. In the recent years, the cowboy hats for men have started to become more common fixture in mainstream fashion.

This men’s cowboy hat can be worn with the sun, the rain and the wind a faithful companion for many years.

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[leathercowboy3000]

[asmileworthahundredlies]

Glen Powell outtake by Matthew Brookes for Vanity Fair.

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Riding Solo Garrett Naccarato

[4remus]

this is so sirius peter james energy

[thelatecaptainpierce]

[looks at trapper] btw

[havithreatendub4]

#Kate Moss #article link #breakup

#1994 fashion show #black cowboy hat #Josh Richman

[burntambrosias]

can i have more fics where they're both cowboys please and thank oyuo.

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aspen kennedy photographed by @alexdrogers

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[wh0relibrarian]

pretty thing

full fic based on this

just a few headcanons while I start working on a longer piece (I’m back home for the holidays and the idea of Sukuna being from the deep south has me frothing at the mouth)

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, just slight innuendos, reader is in her early 20s and sukuna is in his 30s, not reallyyy canon at all!! so don’t expect accurate information on his past, also, not his true form. don’t hate me!

word count: 913

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Southern!Sukuna who was born and raised in the deep south by a loving, yet distant mother. His father was never in the picture, but it’s okay, because Sukuna quickly learned that it would be his job to take care of his mother and little brother. This was no problem for him.

Southern!Sukuna who has always been a hard worker. Eventually, he’d come to run his own construction company. He’d been working his way up the ladder since he was eighteen. Now in his thirties he believes he should start doing something other than work. Maybe linger around a bar or two, see what “Tinder” is all about.

Southern!Sukuna who goes away on a business trip, never being the one to fly, but it was necessary for an upcoming project he had up north. One thing about Sukuna, he’ll always rep his home state. He’ll always have a shirt with the (insert a southern state) flag on it, if not a matching hat, it’ll be one from Bass Pro Shops. His entire body is tattooed from neck to ankle. He’s been getting them for years and they make his complexion look like silk. He takes incredibly good care of his skin, he has to in his line of work.

Southern!Sukuna who sees you eyeing him from his peripheral vision. You tried to be subtle, looking away as soon as his eyes would meet yours, but he caught you each time. You just couldn’t help yourself, the man was beautiful. You couldn’t help think what on earth a fucking cowboy was doing on this side of the country. Sure, you were going back to your hometown for the winter but there’s no way his reasoning was the same. He was visibly older, and no man with family up north looks that redneck. You had to know more about him, but oh god, you’d never actually approach him. 

Southern!Sukuna who walks up behind you while you wait for your bag to drop from baggage claim, as was he. It startled you, mainly because you swore he was just waving at someone waiting for him outside, you thought he was gone already; so when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, you expect it to be your mother who was supposed to be waiting for you in the parking lot. When you turn around and see a 5 '8 man (short king, but taller than me) looking down at you with wide eyes you can’t help but jump back. He didn’t mean to startle you, he just wanted to know what a pretty thing like you was doing in his neck of the woods. 

“I ain’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he reaches out his right hand from his pocket to give you a handshake, you reciprocate of course, still in awe that he’s speaking to you. “Was just wonderin’ what a pretty thing like you was doin’ in my neck of the woods.” His southern drawl was thick, and smooth. The way his words reverberated off his tongue sent heat waves straight to your cunt. 

Southern!Sukuna asks for your number, just so he can check on his favorite city girl throughout the holiday. After a short conversation, he learned that you were really only here for family. No relationship, no notable friendships, simply spending the next four weeks in what seemed like an all expense paid nature getaway. He didn’t want you to be lonely, claiming that he’d check on you every now and then to see how you were doing, maybe take you out at some point if you were up to it. You still couldn’t believe the exchange, he invaded your personal space with the most intoxicating scent— some type of deep musk he clearly used to cover the underlying smell of cigarettes. 

Southern!Sukuna who thought about you for days. You were unlike anything he’d laid eyes on. The first thing that stuck out was your hair. Thick and curly, not falling below your ears, but in the most gorgeous afro he’d ever seen. The ends were pink and he couldn’t help but think you both were meant to be, since his entire head was a light pink shade. Your skin looked so smooth, you smelled like clean laundry and strawberries. Maybe some type of sugary substance too. He pondered on all of these things for days, just aching for you to text him how bored you were, how you wanted to spend some time with him.

Southern!Sukuna who damn near fell out when he got a notification on his phone.

(111) 222-3333

Hey :) it’s the girl you met at the airport. I just realized I never got your name? I never told you mine either, lol, I’m ____.

You anticipated his response, thinking for a second that maybe you said too much. Surely an older guy like him doesn’t want to text like this. But then—

(444) 555-6666

Hey, sweetheart. Such a pretty name. Sorry for not properly introducing myself before, I’m Sukuna.

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