thatsbelievable · 1 year ago
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is this cowboy times?
No, this is That’s Believable. Cowboy Times is the world’s first (and only) newspaper for cowboys.
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tlwebb · 1 year ago
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sinkat-arts · 1 year ago
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Look me in the eye when you pull the trigger.
Yeehawmix day 2 prompt | Daisuga | feuding families | little hurt/comfort
But he’d been an idiot, dumb as everyone said he was. Blinded by a pretty smile and prettier words, and now there was just heartache and gunmetal gray.  “Shoot then, Sugawara,” he said, face mere inches from Koushi’s, “But you look me in the eye when you pull that trigger.”
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hetweridnoe · 15 days ago
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'Las Tragedias' Albertine Garcia-Cabral
The west was a vast and prosperous place but also a place of great hardship. Many of the outlaws we've come to hear stories of were orphaned in the confederate war. In this tale you'll meet two touched by the hardships of new America, a tejano and a second generation scot.
Albertine Garcia-Cabral, a dark skinned tejano-creole girl. Her mother's mother a slave and her father's mother a mexican. Albertine timed her birth perfectly. Born a free woman in the american state of texas. Her mother an advocate for the continued emancipation of Black people in America (executed for 'running her mouth.') Her father a gambler and a sinner, a sorry soul. Albertine was left with her sick Grandmother at the age of 10 as her father's behaviour got more and more erratic... when she died Albertine was alone. She took care of her grandparents ranch as best she could. It was an evening in July- she was 16- when she awoke to voices in the house, one her estranged fathers, the other a stranger.
Albertine walked in, she had jeans under her nightdress and a gun in its holster, she rested her hand upon it and scowled as she talked
"Grimaldo? who is that?" She asked her father, whom she'd not seen in 6 years.
"Alberta, so nice to finally meet ya. Your father was right yanno, you are beautiful." The stranger lent in and kissed Albertine, holding her around the hip.
"Alberta, this is Erick Dothman. He's gonna take care of you."
"That's sure right, Mr Garcia. See Alberta, I'm a soldier. I got a nice settlement out in the country."
"I'm... not sure what you mean..."
Erick laughed "Well why would ya. Your father said you was only young. Don't you worry sweetheart. I'll show you all the ropes." Erick kissed Albertine's cheek.
"We already got all the papers signed for you, Alberta dear."
"I'm confused. What papers?"
"The Marriage certificate. As your legal guardian, I signed you to good Mr Dothman. You're Alberta Dothman."
Albertine chose to ignore her father calling her by the wrong name, she looked up at this 20 something man she now had to call her husband.
"We'll set out tomorra. Got a long days journey ahead, lovely." Erick said heading into one of the spare bedrooms- clearly not intending to spend the night with Albertine.
"What are you doing with the ranch?" Albertine asked her father, who shrugged and scoffed "who would want this old piece of shit. Its older than the states themselves. Ain't worth anything"
"May we keep it?"
Grimaldo looked around, rummaging through drawers for valuables to pawn "Sure. Give it to your kids or something."
"Will you come visit?"
"Don't think I'll have time. Sorry Berts."
"So you do remember my name?"
"Albertine sounds too mexican. You're an American."
"I'm a Tejano Creole. Abuelita always told me to be proud of that."
"You're American. Be proud of that. Some of us ain't so priviliged."
Albertine watched as her father took valuables from the drawers before setting off, leaving her alone with some stranger.
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crowkip · 2 months ago
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yeehaw, baby!
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spader7 · 6 months ago
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it's ghoul hours
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ghostember · 5 months ago
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thought it’d be fun to compile all of my drawings of this character over the years
as a bonus here’s the very very first drawing i’ve done. ended up liking the design enough to run with it
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metrixnos · 5 months ago
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Pretty boy? You're kidding me? Pretty boy?
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ummmmandy · 5 months ago
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inkskinned · 4 months ago
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one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.
the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.
like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.
but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.
so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.
i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?
but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?
sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?
and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.
nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.
the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!
and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.
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mintybagels · 2 months ago
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YEEHAW 🦅🦅🦅
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khairosclerosis · 3 months ago
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🐴 the coolest defense in the west.
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bey-life · 7 months ago
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bovinaeblogs · 4 months ago
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i <3 cowboys
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itsthislake · 10 months ago
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“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver.
HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY ACE!!
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noramsblog · 1 month ago
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Yeehaw! (Flirtatiously)
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