#cowboy has answers

[wonstop]

greetings! can i get a package, too? i'm an amphiptere with the colors of a burmese python.

Sorry for the wait ! Hope it's alrighttttttt.

[arttsuka]

may I request some trek triumvirate (spock, kirk, Bones) as cowboys? :]

You may

[dropitdoeeyes]

may i request Mordred for the Mechs doodle??? he's my silly little guy who killed an entire space station and has never done anything wrong ever

He’s never done anything wrong!!

[ID: Two drawings of Mordred from HNOC. Mordred is a fat black trans man with a long, loose afro that reaches just past his shoulders. He has a large scar on the side of his face, as well as small nicks across the rest of his body. He wears a green cloak draped around his body, a loose yellowish shirt, old jeans with many patches and a pair of fingerless leather gloves.

In the first drawing, he’s recoiled with his arms drawn close to his chest like he just saw something disgusting. He has one brow raised, looking disgruntled. Text above him reads: “EUGH!”

The second drawing is closer and more detailed. Mordred’s eyes are closed and he has a wide smile, beaming. He holds one of his arms—covered by his cloak—with his uncovered arm. End ID]

[somer-writes]

I have crawled out of my mole whole to humbly ask you

but what type of southern accent do you think Twilight has? 🤔

hello thank you for coming out of your mole hole, have a treat :3

uuuuh well so im like Midwest Supreme so my interp for his accent comes from like podunk midwest backwater nowhere XD we're talking towns built around grain elevators where theres more cows than people and you can get snowed in for days if you dont live on a snow route

but usually the Default Southern accent i write for OCs is either like Appalachia or gater rasslin loosianna XD

depends on if i want cowboy or chewing tobacco yknow

i think twi just bc of the goats and pumpkins is probably somewhere in the wyoming or northern colorado range of That Peach in Levis cowboy. like modern twi wears a duck coat and chews on toothpicks and has a stetson hat. or when hes doing ranch work hes wearing coveralls but has the sleeves tied around his waist and a carhartt shirt underneath. and you know his carhartts are just destroyed and patched over and over in the ass. he gives fresh goat milk to the farm cats and the dogs follow him *everywhere*. hes riding draft horses recreationally. epona might be a perchie

imo a lot of people write a Tennessee twi but mostly like knoxville. maybe arkansas? not quite In the Swamp south for a lot of them but more like Mountain South. but not mountain enough to be the kind that sets bear traps for cops yknow. just mountain enough to have anarchist leanings.

[whumpbug]

okay okay okay so I held back on this one because I asked alternate already BUT. can you put Gene and Cassidy in a sci-fi story. what would they wear what are their roles do you have scene snippets or dialog? sci-fi is my favorite thing ever and as always feel free to ignore if this isn't the vibe!!! i love you bug /p!!!!!

OHOHOHOHOHHOH SETH I LOVE U /P

i am all for a sci-fi vibe. even if star wars is TECHNICALLY a space opera, i love love love the space setting and i would be DELIGHTED to talk about it.

im gonna word vomit on the page first and them ill try my hand at a few drabbles in this au. strap in for ANOTHER very long post. THANK U AGAIN SETH I LOVE UR ASKS I TRULY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM /GEN

okay so. since i'm only really well-versed in star wars sci-fi concepts, this is going to be a vaguely star wars inspired au but i'll try to phrase it in a way thats more applicable to sci-fi in General (its always so fun to translate their jobs and personalities into different settings)

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we'll start with gene. idk why but i'm getting very much a bounty hunter vibe from him. like someone who maybe works for a larger organization or guild hunting down notorious criminals (i mention that he works for an Entity bc i think its sort of important that he doesnt choose his bounties himself. he gets them assigned)

i think he would still do it out of a sense of responsibility because he doesn't think bad people should just be running around like that, but also because. a man's gotta make a living. he's gotta pay the bills.

i can see him having his own little ship that he practically lives out of considering how much he travels, and i feel like he'd get very attached to his ship (much like calliope. sorry calliope you've become a spaceship in this au)

OMG AND ALSO A THOUGHT IS BEING BEAMED INTO MY HEAD.

he wears a mask. you can't see his face when he's out doing jobs. he conceals his face, partially because he doesn't want people to see when hes scared or smug or anything like that and partially for the Swag.

that brings me to his overall outfit. i believe in my heart of hearts that gene would wear something like this (i wish i could credit the artist but i couldnt find it)

except instead of an entire helmet, it would be more of just a black piece of cloth pulled loosely over his mouth and nose. and im also seeing him in a very wide brimmed hat that he can tilt down to Brood pls tell me you guys see the vision.

he'd have a little revolver-looking blaster and knowing him, it'd be set to stun. i don't think he really enjoys bringing people in cold, and does his best to avoid it when he can

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OK now onto cassidy. my beautiful darling boy silver. my sweetiepie.

it was kind of difficult to translate his profession into this setting because. it involves more people other than him.

ultimately i decided that, similar to the modern au, he is a part of an underground business, kind of like a rebellion of sorts, that fight against the injustices of the galaxy robin-hood style. of course, montana is the leader (unfortunately) and cassidy is essentially his right hand man

i can see cassidy traveling planet to planet, dismantling corrupt governments, providing for the needy, and having an absolute blast doing it, but his methods are. very illegal. and there is a growing bounty on his head.

nearly every major government wants specifically him locked away for life because of the destruction he's caused, and of course they hire the very best bounty hunter around to track him down.

and of course cassidy is a slippery fellow

cue their little cat and mouse thing they've got going on. gene wants to catch him because if he does, he'd practically be set for life. cassidy runs away because, well. he has a job to do. he can't get caught, especially by the weirdly attractive masked dude that talks to his spaceship.

and lastly, here is what i think cassidy's fit would vaguely look like:

he loves ponchos he can't help it. they're too comfy.

he too would have a little revolver-blaster thing and of course, his knife and hat. one thing that it different is the stolen jewelry. i decided that instead of stealing jewelry from the awful people, he takes mechanical/droid parts for his little buddy that he keeps around named SC-071-1 (haha. ahaha get it. please tell me someone gets it.)

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OK ONTO THE DRABBLES AND SNIPPETS! you get 3 because im feeling Generous /pos. here in the first little snippet for you. this is the two meeting in a bar and not wanting to make a scene (gene tracked him there) (i just wanted to write a silly tense scene)

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Cassidy heard Gene before he saw him.

The man was always stomping around in a way no one could quite replicate. His footsteps were deliberate, cold, and unmistakable.

And they were right behind him.

The business end of a blaster was suddenly pressed into Cassidy's ribs and his mouth went dry.

"I'll have a Jet Juice. On the rocks."

Gene tossed the bartender a coin, to which he grumbled indignantly and began on the drink.

Cassidy risked a sideways glance at the bounty hunter. His expression was unreadable and hidden as always, and he didn't even turn to look at Cassidy. Instead, Gene leaned close and spoke lowly into his ear.

"Make a scene and you're dead. Try to run and you're dead. Turn on your comm and you're dead. Am I clear?"

Cassidy smirked, and mocked a salute. "Loud 'n clear, sir."

Gene gave a curt nod and turned to the bar. The bartender slid him his drink, which he downed in one go, and he was just about to order another when--

He sputtered when he felt something pressed into a certain.. important area. He blanched.

"Didn't say anything about fightin' fire with fire, did you, cowboy?" Cassidy grinned. The sight of the big bad bounty hunter squirming because his family jewels were threatened never got old.

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DRABBLE 2 HERE WE GO. this one is gene finding cassidy after a mission gone sour. cassidy was effectively abandoned by montana with the promise that he would come back for him.

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The whole mission was a bust from the beginning.

Cassidy should have known. He had a gut feeling-- that it was some sort of trap specifically designed for the organization. When he brought it up to Montana, he said that it was just Cassidy being paranoid. And, of course, he believed him. He always did

And now, there he was, beaten within an inch of his life and left to the elements by the government higher-ups.

They really didn't like people messing with their system.

Cassidy took a labored breath for what felt like the millionth time. Each time it was getting harder. His arms were pinned awkwardly above his head and to fill his lungs, he had to pull himself up. It quickly became exhausting.

The worst part was the cold. Montana had mentioned that this planet's average temperature was a little below what Cassidy was used to, but he didn't mention that the city they were infiltrating was located near the northern pole of the planet.

It was freezing.

Cassidy had long since stopped shivering.

He let his head loll forward. He wasn't sure he had the strength to wait for Montana anymore. He wasn't sure he had the strength for anything anymore. Even keeping his eyes open seemed a monumental task.

So, he let them fall shut.

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When he woke up, it was because he registered his center of gravity tilting on it's axis.

There was a body pressed against his. And it was warm.

If he had any remaining strength, he would have clung to his rescuer like there was no tomorrow. Instead, he settled for letting his head fall against the person's chest as he let out a pitiful whine.

A hand chafed up and down his shoulder. "Just relax. We'll get you warm. Don't you dare try to run off, Silver."

He wouldn't dream of it. Not when he could feel himself melting to putty in the arms of this stranger.

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LAST DRABBLE it's gene's turn. in this au he has spasthma (space asthma) and sometimes it hinders his job in Not good ways. and cassidy isn't heartless.

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Cassidy really wasn't thinking when he threw the smoke bomb. All he knew was that the damned bounty hunter was catching up and he needed to throw him off.

He did not expect him to fall to his knees with a guttural coughing fit.

It would have been so easy to leave him there to rot, to hop in his ship and escape without looking back.

But when did Cassidy ever take the easy way out?

"Shit," He hissed, darting back to where Gene was kneeled with a palm supporting him on the ground.

He was clutching at his chest, choked gasps leaving him intermittently. His eyes looked vaguely panicked.

"C-Can't--" He wheezed, getting cut off by another coughing fit. He looked as if he was about to topple over.

Cassidy caught him by the arm and dragged him away from the busy street. He propped him up against an wall tucked into an alleyway and began rummaging around in his bag.

One of the younger kids with the Montana's crew had the same condition with all the same symptoms Gene was having right now. The kid was pretty forgetful, and Cassidy always made sure he had an extra rebreather on him. Just in case.

Gene was going to owe him big time.

His fingers finally grazed what he was looking for and he yanked it out, fumbling to get it open. He shook the small canister and pressed it to Gene's lips.

"You have to puff. Just try, okay? Just a little." Cassidy grabbed Gene's hand and placed it on his chest, exaggerating his own breathing to show him what to strive for.

Gene hiccuped slightly before taking a flimsy inhale. He breathed out and tried at it again, and found it gradually got easier.

When he could finally take a deep breath, he collapsed against the wall, panting. His hand didn't leave Cassidy's chest.

"Thank-- thank you," He whispered.

Cassidy smiled.

"Does this mean I get a headstart now?"

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SETH thank you SO VERY MUCH for this ask and this au. i think i may like it more than their original au GOD i love them so so so much FHDJKFH. thank u for the requests and as always PLS dont be afraif to send more if the mood striked you but no pressure ofc! /gen

hope you enjoy my rambling bc this post was LONGGGGG

[fidgetspringer]

- Marten & Nohren -

[callsignspark]

Also how is mailman Rhett doing? I think about him in those shorts often

it’s summer in his story so he is slutting it up in those usps shorts and his backwards baseball cap (which isn’t regulation but he delivers out in the boonies so there’s no one to complain) and most importantly, Miss Marner - it’s Laila, Rhett! call me Laila! Miss Marner makes me sound old! - just brought him a cold glass of lemonade to thank him for hauling all those packages from her backyard to his truck. he may or may not have been flexing after he noticed that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye while she continued to work. (she shuffled papers on her desk while he was in her workshop and when he was walking to his truck watched out the window like 👁️👁️ to really watch those back muscles work)

[jakowskis]

Day 2 - Who’s your favorite Torchwood member? (And if it’s not one of them, who’s your favorite character?) Why are they your favorite? Do you have any secondary favorites (maybe a one-off or minor character that really stuck with you)?

owen, infinitely. i could write essays on why i love owen - hell, i have written essays. and at this point, you know when a character means so much to you there’s not even words for it anymore, they’re just kind of a fundamental part of you? Yeah. but nonetheless, i guess to majorly sum it up, he’s just one of the most utterly broken and fascinating characters i’ve ever had the pleasure of coming across. there's just a visceral sadness and anger to him that immediately reeled me in and i don’t think i’ll ever get over it, like he actually haunts me. and he made his way into my top 3 characters of all time in just a few months, which is pretty damn impressive. something just kinda clicked there. (and i highlight how fucked up he is, but then he's also complex enough that he's got a silly/dorky side too, which im super endeared by as well. i love his complexity. perf character for me, hes got like 30 things going on and im intrigued and compelled by all of them. i love him endlessly.)

also, okay, i’ve observed my favorite characters tend to unintentionally fit certain criteria, like when i look back at all my favs i can sort them into three categories. namely, it's 1) characters that make me lose my mind bc theyre so interesting (and/or endearing), 2) characters i relate to, and 3) characters i’d smash. fhdjkf. i tend to visualize it as a venn diagram, and most characters sit in one or two of the circles - owen is, i believe, the absolute only fav i’ve ever had who’s firmly in the middle. which probably has something to do with why he’s top 3. dhfdsjk

as for secondary favs… well, i absolutely adore the rest of the team, especially ianto and the girls (including suzie!!!!!!!! my girl suzie). i’m not sure why, gwen’s become a particular favorite. she gives me like cuteness aggression HFKSDF i wanna squish her (lovingly). she’s so fucked up n interesting, but also a lil gremlin to me. i love her playful side she’s such a love.

one-off characters… actually, quite a few have stood out to me and made an emotional impact. torchwood has had some wonderfully talented guest actors who really managed to get me attached to their characters, despite having so little screentime. carys, eugene, and beth all come to mind. i think about beth a lot. and maggie, ohhhh maggie. ill talk about aditd a bit tomorrow, ff.

also the episodes with mothers, oh g-d. eugene’s mom, and jonah’s, and jasmine’s. all really heart-wrenching, and damn good actresses. i always get emotional with plotlines about parents + their kids, fff. parental pain + fear just hits diff idk. i used to watch a ton of criminal minds and that was about the only place my empathy jumped out fhsdkfjd.

i also love the various romantic interests - john, diane, mary, lisa, mark (cough), katie, tommy. rhys!! i love you rhys. torchwood is such a character-focused fixation for me like g-d i just adore every character sm. so many good ones. AND HOW COULD I FORGET MY FAV GUY OF ALL - ANDY!!!!!!!! ily pc andy <3 <3 <3

[mariatesstruther]

okay hear me out modern au where Tommy and Maria first meet in a club in their 20s and they bump into each other while dancing and just start dancing together and they just hit it off but in the end they both forget to give each other their numbers so both of them go back to the same club the next week to hopefully meet each other again (also Tess and Maria definitely go clubbing together because I love them as best friends)

cowboy!!!! yes yes YES i LOVE this. and u could extend this meet-cute into like a whole thing where tommy and maria keep trying to meet at the club and exchange information, but something gets in the way everytime!!!! kid emergency!!! bar fight!!! cocaine bear on the loose!!! zombie apocalypse—who knows????

im thinking the first time, tess drags maria to a bar she likes because she’s been trying to get the attention of this hot dilfy guy at the bar, but he’s always tailing along with his friend. by tess’s design, maria and tommy meet and and hit it off and dance (to maria maria by santana) the night away. they fall in love and decide they want to go home together, so maria goes to the bathroom—but joel randomly comes up and is like “tommy, hey sorry selena’s mom called, sarah had a nightmare and she wants us both to pick her up, we gotta go” and in true miller dad-uncle panic they BOLT. by the time maria comes back, tess is like “idk dude, mine got a call so they had to go. seemed like an emergency. bummer” and they assume thats that

on the flip side: everythings okay with sarah, but after tommy and joel tuck her in tommy’s suddenly just like “fuck—fuck!!!!!” and joels like “what? what???” and he’s like “i didn’t get her number :(:(:(:( fuck” and so joel’s like “it’s okay, i see her friend there all the time” and so tommy’s like “omg :D do you have her friends number?” “well… no” “joel… what the fuck man.” so they make a plan to go back next week with the hopes of at least seeing tess and getting maria’s number from there—tommy also wants to get tess’s number for joel, but he doesn’t need to know that

little do THEY know, tess and maria are already plotting for next weekend. they show up to that bar looking fine as FUCK—they quite literally turn heads walking through the door. of course the miller brothers are there, sitting in a booth all the way in the back and waiting, making eyes. tess and maria are not shy, so they start making their way over. unfortunately, some drunk asshole decides to try to get handsy with tess on her way there—which results in her punching him in the face, which results in him trying to punch her in the face. she dodges, of course, but it starts a full-on bar brawl that the miller boys jump into without hesitation (joel manages to tackle and land a few good ones on og drunk asshole too so. slay.). none of them get arrested or anything, but they definitely don’t get eachother numbers on account of joel and tommy having to duck the cops

so i guess they gotta keep trying ;)

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my rq is uhhhhhh.. tell me gladiator facts :) i'm so intrigued

WELL!!!! i've made a post on my main about secutores and retiarii, two of my favorite gladiator types, here and a shorter post about murmillones here, buuut

did you know that gladiator fights were originally part of a funerary ritual? while gladiators were never held in particularly high regard (the public view of them was, in fact, pretty complicated - it was seen by some as glamorous, but at the same time, most were [sometimes ex-]slaves and prisoners), the ones who fought these funerary battles were even less so. they were called bustuarii.

these fights were usually set up by the heirs of whoever had died. over time, though, as the games became more intricate and popular, they ended up with many other uses - to show off wealth, to celebrate victories and important dates, to serve as a distraction from political strife, and of course as a form of public execution.

Mosaic showing a fight between a retiarius and a secutor.

life for a gladiator was pretty complicated as, as previously mentioned, they usually were not people of high status. while there would sometimes be people who voluntarily became gladiators (called auctorati, and usually being social outcasts), they were mostly prisoners of war, slaves, and criminals. emperors and other upper class Romans sometimes partook, but this was mostly unheard of and wasn't something that was looked highly upon by the others. whoever they were, they'd usually go to a specially made gladiator school (a ludus, plural ludi) where they'd be trained to fight.

despite this, and despite the fact that they basically lived in shackles and prison cells, gladiators were considered expensive investments, and of course it wasn't ideal for your fighter to die, so they ate well (for prisoners, anyways), living off of a mostly vegetarian diet which mostly included puls, which was a special kind of barley-based gruel) and were given the absolute best medical care of the time. there was also a feast the night before any given games held for the gladiators, called cena libera.

On top of being held in festivals and theaters, a munera (gladitorial combat) was sometimes also held at banquets.

there were many different types of gladiators, and they were often matched up by theme, which i talk about a little more in the posts up there (retiarii vs secutores representing a fisherman and a monster, murmillones vs thraex representing the roman army against a foreign army, etc) and they would sometimes reenact stories either from roman mythos or from the sponsor's life (or in the case of the funerary rights, the dead party's life), for example, this relief found in Turkey which shows two female gladiators, Achillia and Amazon, who likely reenacted the story of Achilles and Penthesilea. it's not totally unlike modern wrestling - another, if vaguer, interest of mine - in that regard!

if you lived long enough - you weren't slain in battle, and the munerarius (sponsor) and bloodthirsty crowd favored you - you might be given the rudis (a wooden sword) you trained with and set free. these people often returned to train new gladiators in ludi or to keep fighting, themselves, though. eventually, in 404 AD, the last gladiatorial game was held and munera were abolished entirely after a monk named Telemachus entered the arena hoping to stop the fight and was subsequently stoned to death by onlookers.

this post is kind of all over the place and might not even all be totally correct because i get excited and... have kind of a shitty memory, but gladiators are super weird and super cool and i recommend checking out these videos (max miller's is one of my favorite channels ever in general):

what it was like to be a roman gladiator - weird history feeding a roman gladiator - tasting history with max miller what being a spectator at the rome colosseum was like - weird history

The helmet of a Thraex

[koropukgoro]

hand-rolling spike a tiny little cigarette so he doesn't have to go through withdrawals

Thanks, Jet.

[hereforyourdispleasure]

Most out there AU snippet. GIVE.

-guess

Fucking hell I've made so many, idk which would be the most out there. I think the Kingsman/Statesman one I half stole from jump the other day. Simply because I can't for the life of me picture Darian going anywhere near anything Southern. Mark? Yes, he has the hair for it, personality wise I think so. Alir? Absolutely, they'd slay in a country secret service environment, they'd look great in a cowboy hat. Dani? She's American. But Darian? D a r i a n? I just couldn't do another au where it's basically just him in suits with weapons, so had to do the country one

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Like just single dad space cowboy Lance au, that keeps rotating in my head, absolute bullshit but just know it is inspired by Smokin Joe Rudeboy by Tom Cardy

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite?

Thank you for the ask! (This was actually a double ask—the first one was here!)

I started answering this a bit ago, saved it in my drafts, and then panicked because I couldn’t find it immediately and I thought Tumblr had deleted it…but nope, it’s right here, just saved under the date it was asked (a few days ago) instead of the date I started to write my answer. So @dragoneye01 has gotten their answer in the form of both this published ask and a series of panicked DMs. That’s the way it goes on this hellsite, I guess.

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite?

I’ll admit my taste in poetry is pretty basic (especially given I’m an English major), but here are a few I really like—and by a few, I mean eight-fucking-teen, because I couldn’t whittle down the list.

Alone - Edgar Allan Poe (when I was 15, lonely, and honestly quite pretentious and overdramatic, this one SPOKE to me)

America - Claude McKay

Antidotes to Fear of Death - Rebecca Elson

Aubade with Burning City - Ocean Vuong

A Bird Came Down the Walk - Emily Dickinson (I’m taking a whole class on her work this coming semester!!)

The Bells - Edgar Allan Poe (this is mainly because I sang a setting of it in 9th-grade choir and it was fun to sing the word “tintinnabulation”. By the way, semi-relevant post here)

A Brave and Startling Truth - Maya Angelou

How Things Work - Gary Soto

I’m Nobody! Who are you? - Emily Dickinson

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll (one of my last high school assignments was a presentation about nonsense poetry and how it’s translated, comparing this to the poems of Sukumar Ray in Bengali!)

Mock Orange - Louise Glück

Not an Elegy for Mike Brown - Danez Smith

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil - Sarah Williams (this is the one I often cite as my favorite poem of all time)

Planet of Love - Richard Siken

The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe (duh)

Sonnet 130 - William Shakespeare (my favorite of his sonnets, but not the one I was assigned as a member of my college’s Shakespeare club—that’s Sonnet 11)

To Live in the Borderlands - Gloria Anzaldúa

The Tradition - Jericho Brown (for my first-year writing seminar in college, I wrote a paper comparing this poem to Not an Elegy for Mike Brown, and I wrote some of the ideas of that essay in the tags here)

In terms of reciting poems, I’m pretty bad at committing poems to memory (weirdly, I feel like I’m actually better at memorizing prose). BUT, in fourth grade, I read every Shel Silverstein poetry compilation I could get my hands on, and those kinda stuck in my memory and remain there today, over a decade later. I can’t remember the exact wording of poems I wrote entire papers on, but I can still recite the entirety of Shel Silverstein’s “The Nap Taker” by heart.

[Classic Author Asks]

[embersofhope-if]

hey guys!! i know i haven't said this before, but im not going to answer any nsfw ask for this game. It's nothing you guys have done i can assure you!! I would just prefer to keep this blog sfw. love yall<3

[guardian-angle22]

WAIT!! WHAT’S MY EMOJI???

(Other than the obvious 🍋)

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if you're in the lone star fandom, your default emoji is a cowboy 🤠

I don't make the rules, it's a yeehaw cowboy world out here and I just live in it.

but since you asked, I'll give you a secondary emoji of...

🎼