#cowboy!george

[anthonysperkins]

Paul Newman and Robert Redford Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) dir. George Roy Hill

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Tombstone (1993)

[worblewobble]

back at it again in the fnv mines

[buttahpie]

save a horse….

[vampz0m]

save a horse ride a cowboy !!!

[tygerland]

𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗲 1953

[moseyluvs]

Terlingua Girl - Pt.1

Matty Healy x Cowgirl!OC

A/N: she’s here!! It’s mostly preamble so things make sense in the future but nonetheless she is HEREEEEEE! Enjoy hotties.

Word Count: 1378

Warnings: none.

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For the first time in a long time, Matty Healy is completely silent. Sitting in the last row of the large black SUV, looking wistfully out the window sits an utterly quiet Matty. Dark curls tousled, eye bags prominent, it's almost unsettling to the rest of the boys on the “detox” that his headphones haven't left his ears since the plane ride here.

He’s in his head, swirling thoughts of past conversations, paths he’d wished he’d taken, Matty is starting to spiral. He can’t get out of his head.

That's why they are on the trip in the first place. No phones, no social media, no civilized society, nothing but making a record on some Texas compound in the middle of the state. He knows it's for his own good, leaving everything behind for a while. Savoring the final moments of his phone he types his passcode in with his thumb almost secretively, almost like he’s ashamed to care that the message sits there at all. He checks his messages one last time, maybe it's changed, and maybe he’ll have to courage to open it.

1 Unopened Message Look Matty I love you it’s just…

He sighs and clicks the power button, taking out his wired headphones to join the lively conversation taking place in the row in front of him.

“-Nah mate im telling you it'll be good, you lot are too accustomed to the city,” says Arthur driving the car, one elbow casually resting on the center console.

He's a producer friend of Jamie’s and has some connection to some property in the country that's “so fucking cool it's mental mate”. He works well with George and after a particularly harrowing cancellation, a weekend plan turned into a summer-long break from the public eye.

“Oh look who decided to join them convo, you done being dramatic?” George smirks turning at the shuffling of Matty putting his headphones in his too-full backpack.

“Fuck off,” Matty mutters not even caring to look up at the blonde.

“It's jokes mate, but god knows you use your mindset for this album well chart!” Ross laughs shifting to face Matty as well.

Giggles are let out amongst the grown men in the car. Matty is not amused in the slightest, a scowl finds its way upon his face. Matty looks up at the men and opens his mouth to rattle off some witty dig when Arthur interrupts.

“Everyone hold on this is where things get a little bumpy” He sharply turns onto a dirt road, and everyone is too busy holding on for their life to continue their tiff.

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They pull up to the compound at dusk after excessively long on the nauseating dirt road. Matty wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, maybe a horror movie house, full of spiders and creaking floorboards but what he was met with was far nicer than anticipated.

The spacious ranch house is surrounded by fields, with a little creek rolling through the property cutting it in half length-wise.

A sprawling deck extends from the back of the house, full of outdoor furniture with a barbeque and a fireplace. Adorning the deck are delicate string lights, their glow illuminating the space warm and inviting, especially as the pink skies fade into pale powdery purples. If he hadn't given up his phone to Arthur a few minutes prior he’d have taken a picture to send to his mom.

It's as he’s surveying the property when he sees it, a small house just on the other side of the creek. He swears he can see a silhouette in the window, lights softly glowing through thin curtains when a hand lands on his back startling him from his discovery.

“Let's go in yeah?” Says Adam with a soft smile. He leads Matty inside one hand on the strap of his own backpack, the other still on Matty's back. Matty shrugs it off and walks beside him in silence breaking apart to claim his room for the future months.

After he gets slightly unpacked and changes out of his travel clothes, the group congregates in the living room to set up where they’ll be physically making the record.

“There’s honestly plenty to do just help yourselves to the land and the house whatever sparks your creative juices you know?” Arthur starts unpacking production equipment, making a makeshift studio while giving his spiel.

“Just don't fuck with the livestock Lou gets all pissy when you fuck with the livestock and I do not want to be yelled at because someone wanted to pet a fucking cow and spooked the whole herd again,” Arthur says sternly, eyes wide.

“Who the fuck is Lou?” Says George, visibly confused.

“Livestock attendant, the compound is technically a vacation house for some rick fucks so they needed somebody to watch the land and keep up the animals,” Arthur explains continuing his grappling with the tapestry. Ross reaches up to help him, pinning it in place immediately. “Thanks, mate.. well that person is Lou”

Matty has no interest in another guy joining their circle, another guy to mess up their dynamic, another guy to mistake as a friend. Adam senses his uncomfortable energy and shoots Ross a look, the bearded man shoots him one back, shrugging.

Matty ignores the worried stares and unspoken comforts and walks to his room without so much as a peep, feet padding along the cold concrete floors.

“We’re worried about him yeah?” says Adam still looking at where Matty stood only seconds ago, as if he left a dark cloud in his path.

“Yeah” Sighs George.

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Matty shoots up, sweaty, rigid, and breathless. His legs stick to the white sheets of the bed, crisp cotton turned damp and constricting. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon but the heat of the day has already started. The thick air is filling his lungs, Matty needs a smoke.

Not bothering to change out of the plaid pajama pants and lack of a shirt, he rifles through his backpack pockets searching for his cigarettes. After finding his saving grace in the deepest pocket, he rushes down the long halfway to the back porch frantically lighting his cigarette when he sees her.

She sits on an old wooden fence, all pouty lips, tangled hair, and long legs knocking around in an old pair of cowboy boots. She’s facing the other way toward the pasture, head turned over her shoulder to get a look at the shirtless stranger who looks far too out of place.

Matty rakes through her appearance, light wash cutoffs, and a white tank top you can see through if you squint. She's a gangly little thing really, with freckles upon her cheeks and brown hair bleached a dirty blonde from the sun. She seems unruly, with bruises on her legs, and hands dirtied from caring for the creatures, but she seems…free.

“I take it you’re my new summer neighbor” she breaks the silence, revealing a slight southern drawl, spinning around on the fence to face the man who more so resembles a flustered teenager in the current predicament.

“I’m Lou” she continues cocking her head to the side flicking her eyes to his tattoo-filled abdomen. A slight smirk playing on her pink lips.

It hits Matty that this is the Lou he was worried about. Lou is not a man, she's instead quite possibly the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Matty feels the need to puff out his chest suddenly self-conscious of the vulnerability, and the shy nature he doesn't typically carry.

“Oh- uh- yeah I guess I am” he manages to choke out.

She grins. There’s a sparkle in her eye, a glint of curiosity. He's something shiny, something new, something to discover.

“Well alright stranger, If you go put on some real clothes I'll show you something cool, yeah?” She states as if he would immediately obey. Matty Healy is no “simp” he doesn't do whatever a chick wants him to do. He is a cold player who calls his own shots. But the way he treks back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans and an old band tee makes him seem quite the opposite.

[thefoolandthewalrus]

I can't take these pictures seriously, they really thought they did something 😭

[fightingwithallreality]

The Capture of the Golden Stallion (1951) written by Rutherford G. Montgomery, illustrated by George Giguere

[paris-in-a-whisper]

Wild smooches to you, my knight in shining armour cowboy hat.

[bealtesharrisonmacca]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

[ha-bloody-ha]

Is there anyone better than George Crabtree? No, I think not.

[weirdwasteland]

So long, raggedy man.

[bedforddanes75]

this is christian girl autumn. "brat autumn" i will be listening to the word of god (george daniel) thank you

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Ranch

New au just dropped. Cowboy Weasley Au. Do they still have magic? Yes because wizard cowboys. And my cancer doctor unit care appointment is tomorrow so I need to distract myself badly

William ‘Bill’

Would be the town historian/artifact collector type. Often would go hunting with Charlie as well. He’s going to be the guy you go to if you ever have a problem with anything at any hour at any time. Except the full moon. Ain’t no one allowed to mess with that man when the moon is full. Unless ya like to leave with a few new stories to a few new scars

Charlie

The horse wrangler. Never been a horse he couldn’t tame, because he doesn’t tame em. He respects them, and they respect him. Not a single breed he hasn’t been able to get on and ride. Your man, on the ranch, you go to for any horse related issues ever. Need a horse? Wondering why yours is sick? He’s got it all handle. He’s also got a few tricks up his sleeve for the other wild life liking folks

Percy

Town doctor. No doubt about it. He’s always patching people up. Making sure everyone is healthy, and properly caring for their wounds. Keeps mostly to his books, and had plenty of test subjects for his care. When you have five brothers, and a sister, on a ranch you learn a thing or two about medicine real fast. Especially when you grow your own herbs to begin with

Fred and George

They run the General Store. But they sure don’t run General things. If you know what you want, they’ll be sure to make sure you get what you want. Won’t be cheap, but they’ll have the highest quality around. The best gun powder, the best guns, oh they got it all. With candy for the kids, so you can go home with a slice of home

Ron

Grew up to be the towns Sheriff. Not like the last one was any good competition to begin with. He’s doing what he can to take care of everyone in the town. He’s doing more than what the plate has room to offer. He’s trustworthy, and if you have a problem he ain’t afraid to play bounty hunter for you

Ginny

She is still figuring out what she wants to do, in life, given all her brothers have some kind of successful job or another. Until then, she’s the best ranch hand you’ll ever damn see. Can ride a horse that can rival the likes of Charlie. Can shoot any target you give her, and lasso any bastard you need. She’s a jack of all trades. You’ll often see her helping teach the other girls some trades as well. Trying to make the world have a few more cowgirls to love

[oldcountrybear1955]

Guess by Georges Marciano FW 1989 - Photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth