#howdy from texas lol

[gracieheartspedro]

Your Needs, My Needs

I : Strawberry Wine

a masterlist of how you can help gaza

the prelude to this series

pairing: cowboy!joel x f!reader (no outbreak)

description: joel fixes your toilet but you can't help but yearn for more time with him. so you invite him to dinner and try to win his stomach? aka love?

word count: 3.2k words

warnings: there is no smut in this part. still MINORS DNI! no use of y/n! vague talk of reader's old life before texas, no real description of the reader, reader does have anxiety/mental illness that is not fully recognized/diagnosed, mentions of eating food, reader lives alone, reader got MONEYYYY, mentions of joel's ex wife (gasp), alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes, kissing, flirting. all the fluffy stuff <3

author's note: hey...hey.... how y'all doing?? i'm so so so sorry this has taken so long. my life has been crazy for the last like 4 months and I'm finally getting settled into my life again. I miss y'all and I miss writing, so HERE I AM! I'm hoping everyone who wanted me to tag them months ago is still cool with me tagging them 4 months later lol. okay, lemme know what you think xoxo

Joel comes and goes for days. The first day he returns, he inspects your toilet again and tells you he has the wrong tools. You discuss a game plan and by his initial projections, your toilet should be fixed the next day. But when he fails to come by in the morning, you decide to call the phone number on the post-it note he left for you the day before. 

The phone rings and you get an answering machine of a younger girl telling you to leave her and Dad a message after the beep. When the line lets out a long ding, you breathe out the random croak in your throat. 

“Uh, hey, Joel, it’s me. Just seeing if you’re stopping by today. If not, that’s fine, I’ll be home all day today and tomorrow. Okay, uh, bye.”

Hours go by and you find yourself pacing, regretting your decision to leave him a message. What if he gets it and thinks that you’re crazy? 

Ever since you had made his acquaintance, you felt completely reliant on interacting with him. It may be due to the fact that you haven’t socialized with anyone else in months. You were very good at isolating yourself, but lately, it’s been eating you alive being so alone. Now that you had this big house, the silence felt almost too quiet. Joel’s southern drawl and straightforward responses gave a bit of light back to your life. 

Around dinner time, your landline rings. You practically fall over your couch racing to pick it up, hoping it was him. 

“Howdy neighbor,” He grunts through the phone, “Sorry I didn’t come by today, hope ya didn’t miss me too much.”

You let out a dry laugh, trying not to sound too giddy about him following up with you. You were borderline pathetic. 

“No, I just wanted to make sure you were still alive,” You manage to get out, “You are still alive right?”

“Still kickin’, just busy as all get out. ‘M fixin’ to head to your place now if you’re not busy.”

You look down at your pajamas and start to nod. It’s not like he can see you through the phone, but you are reacting to his words like he’s right in front of you. 

“Sure thing, I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

-

“So… It’s really just you here? All by your lonesome?”

He’s messing with his toolbox, searching for the one tool he needs to fix the toilet. You stir your fresh brewed tea, ensuring none of the sugar clumps up at the bottom of the mug. You had offered him some, but he politely declined, telling you that he had a big dinner.

You take a sip, testing the sweetness. “Just me. How about you? Just you and your daughter, right?”

He laughs heartedly, turning towards you from where he’s squatted. You look at him with curious eyes, unsure if you asked the wrong question. He stands up, a wrench in his hand, a smile still spread across his face. 

“Her mama left town with her new boyfriend about 5 years ago. Wanted the city life, not the life I gave her. It’s been just me and her ever since.”

So he’s single. You think to yourself. 

You realize the laugh was probably because of how absurd and new it must be for someone to ask him about his life. He grew up here and you are positive everyone here already knew all about his business. You are a breath of fresh air for him. 

Before the silence becomes awkward, you speak up. “City life ain’t worth a shit.”

“Yeah, she’s different. Won’t speak ill of her ‘cause that’s my bosses’ mama. She sees her now and again. They are just very different.” 

The conversation comes easy with Joel. While the first couple of interactions you two shared were a bit strained, after days of small talk, you realize he’s the truest Southern gentleman you’ve ever interacted with. Polite with a little bite. He never speaks ill of others, except his brother. He loves to pick on Tommy. He seems like an attentive father. He loves to pick at you, always pointing out your Northern tendencies. Your horrible driving. Your accent and your speech patterns. But he’s also very complimentary. A couple of days ago, he remarked how nice your perfume was when you were standing close to him. It made your heart skip a beat. 

And on top of all of those things, he’s very easy on the eyes. 

“That’s mighty fine of you not speaking ill of your ex,” You try to drag out the silly Southern saying, which causes him to chuckle again. You smack your lips before continuing, “Wish I could do the same.”

You are not sure what he’s doing to the tank of your toilet, but you watch him strain to get a piece out of the corner with the wrench he has. He clenches his teeth, turning the piece to the left to loosen it. 

“Exes are exes for a reason,” He grunts, fiddling with some more things in the tank, “I ain’t too hung up on datin’ right now. I got my girl and my horses.”

“And now you got me, your annoying neighbor who almost crashes into your horses and asks you to fix toilets.”

He breathes out loudly, “Yeah, ‘nother pain in my ass. Just what a man needs.”

-

The toilet is fixed too quickly. You had busied yourself with other small cleaning tasks that when Joel finds you in the kitchen doing dishes, he startles you. It took him about 15 minutes to finish the job and you had thought you could at least finish up the dishes you made from dinner. 

“‘M all finished up. Gotta get back home to do some rounds at the stables,” He says as he waltzes over to your paper towel holder. He grabs a sheet and begins to wipe his damp hands, “Anythin’ else for me today?”

You turn off the running water, going down a list of fixes you could ask him to do. You decide it’s probably best to just ask him to swing by another day to help you with other things. 

“No, thank you though, Joel. I am sure I’ll be by to ask for more help,” You chuckle, shaking your hands dry, “I owe you dinner or something.”

As you say it, it feels like all the air leaves your lungs. He’s staring at you and there’s a glint in his eyes. You are not that good at reading people, mostly because you are deathly afraid of being wrong. His eyebrows raise as he leans against the counter near you. He’s so close and in your space, but you try to push the thought of him coming onto you out of your mind. 

“What’do you got on the menu tomorrow?”

His voice is kind of husky which makes your brain draw a blank. You wipe your hands on your pants before crossing the kitchen to check your fridge. You glance through your ingredients, settling for the only dinner item you can conjure up that his southern palette may like. 

“Baked chicken and vegetables?”

He nods, tossing his paper towel into the bin beside you. “Yeah, I've been needing a home-cooked meal. Think I could come over at like 5? Tomorrow?”

You recollect a time when a guy showed interest in wanting to hang out with you outside of work. It had been years and he was not nearly as attractive as the man in front of you. 

You nod slowly, trying not to look too robotic due to your nerves. “Sure thing, cowboy.”

-

You did not know what to wear. You contemplated going into town to see what the local boutiques had but you ran the risk of Joel seeing you out. You didn’t even know if this was a date. 

You settle on a sundress you have owned since high school. It’s the perfect length and while your mind goes to wanting to impress Joel, you also need to be comfortable. 

You cleaned your house, adding some new decorations to your living room walls. You even clean your sheets and make sure your bedroom is vacuumed. 

When the time comes for Joel to arrive, you pace the kitchen anticipating the doorbell. You already had all the food prepped and ready to put in the oven. The vegetables have been cut and seasoned. Everything was just the way you needed it to be. 

Joel gets there 5 after your scheduled time. When you welcome him at the door, his hair is styled and you can tell he put on his “fancy jeans”. 

What you didn’t expect was the bouquet of flowers he had in his hands. 

“Afternoon, neighbor,” He begins before extending the floral arrangement towards you, “My girl said I had to bring you something nice. Somethin’ bout being a gentleman.”

You smile widely, giving flowers all your attention. Even with the fragrant bouquet, you get a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. 

“Nice to see you cleaned up for me, cowboy. Come on in, dinner is about to get put in the oven.”

-

You catch him scanning you up and down when you place the spread of chicken and vegetables on the table. He was in the midst of talking about his daughter and her band fundraiser, but he completely halted when you took notice of his staring. 

You settle into the dining room chair across from him, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn’t. 

“She needs more sponsors?” You break the silence, wanting to move away from the sudden awkwardness. 

He swallows, reaching for the serving fork, “Oh, yeah. She needs to reach a certain goal to go on her senior band trip.”

You try to avoid his wandering gaze again, focusing on organizing your plate of vegetables. “Where are they going?”

“Disney. She ain’t never been out of Texas, so she really wants to go.”

You remember all the trips your family said they’d go on to Disney, but they never did. Your father could not stand being around his own children, let alone other people’s children. You think about how he used to complain about your constant questions, all the times he completely ignored you for your brother. You start to spiral, the anxiety creeping up in the back of your throat. You push your chair out from under the table, excusing yourself for a moment. You go to the bar you have set up in the living room and grab the only sweet wine you have. Strawberry. You grab two glasses from the top of the setup and walk back to Joel. 

“Forgot wine,” you mumble, setting a glass in front of him, “You want some?”

He is already picking at his chicken, “Yeah, I’ll take some.”

You are quiet as you uncork it expertly, pouring it into each of the glasses. Joel watches you like a hawk. You can tell he’s trying to read your expression, so you try your best to remain neutral even though your hands are shaking. 

You place the bottle in the middle of the table, making sure it’s easily reachable. 

You finally sit back down, sipping the red liquid. The strawberry flavor isn’t very strong, it’s more like a hint of the berry. You had gotten the bottle from a roadside stand in Kentucky. An older lady who must have owned a vineyard nearby was selling them for $5 each. You told yourself you would only use it for a special occasion. This event seemed fitting. 

Wine always makes you flushed, but you are always a bit flushed around Joel. Even more so when he’s watching you so intently. 

After a couple of sips, you finally rest your shoulders and begin to eat your dinner. 

“I could sponsor her,” you finally say, returning to the previous conversation. For some reason, you felt obligated. Joel quickly retaliates, shaking his head as he chewed on your roasted veggies. 

“You ain’t gotta do that, doll.” 

The nickname rings in your ears. You take another sip of wine. You can tell Joel notices your reaction because he smirks with his mouth full. 

“But I want to, Joel. I’m sure she has worked hard her high school career, she deserves to have fun.”

He hums, but still shakes his head negatively, “I can’t let you just pay for-”

“You can and you will,” You enjoy another bite, smirking at your defiance towards him. He looks perplexed. “So when is this fundraiser? Is there like a dinner or something?”

He finally caves, “This Friday at the school. It’s a dinner and auction. I guess if the kids don’t find their sponsors, some local businesses are willing to sponsor them.”

“Are you going?”

“Yeah,” He cuts up his chicken, “I guess you’re gonna come along, too, if you’re givin’ my girl all that money.”

“Does a check work?”

He sits back in his chair, already finishing off his wine, “You seriously don’t have to-”

“What are neighbors for, Joel?”

He nods, “You mean friends.”

You furrow your brows, trying to let your hazy mind find a time when you called him your friend. This was a new development.

“Friends, huh?”

He pours more in his glass, “Well, I’d like to think so.”

The wine is hitting your system and you realize your arms feel lighter. You grab the stem of your glass and tip it up to down the rest of the alcohol. Joel’s eyes are trained on you, waiting for a snarky response. 

“Do friends stare at other friends like that?” You pour more wine for yourself. You realize he’s done eating so before he can respond to your flirtation, you speak up again, “You done with that?”

He looks down at his empty plate, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes friends look at other friends like that, or you’re done eating.”

He grins, “‘m done eating, doll.”

-

You two find your way out to the rocking chairs. They were left there by the previous owners and you could tell they were probably as old as you. 

You had another full glass of wine, sipping it as Joel lit up a cigarette. He admitted it was only a bad habit when he was drinking, which was rare. “Sarah gets onto me when I have even one beer. So this has gotta be between us two.”

You swirl the crystal, watching him carefully take a drag of the stick. “Your secret is safe with me, cowboy.”

He giggles as he lets out a huff of smoke. “I haven’t had secrets in a long time. Guess I’m lucky it’s with the town stranger.”

The statement hits you in the very pit of your settling tummy. You furrow your eyebrows, leaning forward towards him. Your chairs are not that far away from one another, so this is probably the closest you have ever been to him except for that one moment in the kitchen. 

“Luckiest man in Texas that’s for sure,” You muster, averting your eyes. You could not stare into his beautiful brown eyes for too long. “Having the privilege of getting me out of my head. No man has done that in years.”

“What? You not good at letting loose?”

You shake your head, knowing that he did not understand what you meant. You take a moment to inhale, finally glancing up at him again. “I think I may just be cursed.”

“Now, why do you say that?”

You contemplate spilling the beans. Letting your heart fall onto your sleeve after years of shielding it from anyone who looks your way. Your lips part, but no words come out. It’s just the sounds of the cicadas. 

“As soon as something is good, it gets bad somehow. I don’t even get a moment to savor it.”

You feel the statement down to your bones. The last time you felt settled in your own life, the rug got pulled out from under you. You cannot remember a time when you truly felt present in a special moment. You always felt like you were floating outside of your body, watching things happen and never really truly feeling anything. 

You don’t expect him to lean closer to you, “Whatever happened before you got here, you ain’t gotta worry about it anymore. You obviously put distance between you and what happened for a reason. Let this little side of the world be your home now.”

You push your spiraling thoughts away, letting him be right. 

“I’m workin’ on getting settled. It’s easy when you have a handsome cowboy to help along the way.”

It comes out like word vomit. Between the wine and the nerves coursing through your entire being, you can’t help but admit your little crush on the man. You slap your free hand over your forehead, admitting defeat before he can even respond. You knew he would take the comment and run with it.

“You always flirt with your friends, sweetheart?” He was toying with you, which was a good sign. If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t call you such a thing. 

You smile, releasing your face from your hand. His eyes are tracing every curve of your face, a subtle pass that you did not capture quickly enough. 

“Only ones that fix my toilets.”

And then, he kisses you. It happens so quickly, that you don’t fully grasp that it’s happening until you're molding your lips into his. Once your buzzed brain picks up the fact that the man you have been crushing on is kissing you, he pulls away. Your eyes are still closed, your hands still gripping onto your wine glass. 

He huffs loudly and stands up quickly. Once you place your eyes on him, he’s pacing around the back deck stairs, not too far from where you’re sitting. You instantly bite back the urge to ask him what’s wrong, because there’s always something wrong. 

“‘M sorry, sweetheart. I should’na done that.”

He instantly regretted it. The thought made your throat tighten. He continues to walk back and forth, causing a draft. 

“It’s fine, Joel. I’m n-not mad.”

He shakes his head, halting his robot-like movements. He finally looks at your pitiful expression and lets out a long sigh. “I don’t think I’m much of a gentleman, kissing you on the first date.”

You watch as he places his hands on his hips, contemplating his whole life right before your eyes. You realize he is too traditional to see that nowadays, people are sleeping together on the first date. First base is nothing. You rest your glass on a decrepit table next to you and stand up. 

You slowly approach him, trying to catch a glance from him, but he continues to avert his eyes. You grow bold enough to tilt his chin towards you, letting your guard down for a moment. 

“You’re such a gentleman, it hurts,” you whisper, slowly letting a smirk grow across your face. The comment makes his shoulders lower, finally relaxing from such a heated moment. 

“Just don’t wanna mess this up with ya,” He murmurs, only letting you and the nearby fireflies hear you, “I enjoy spending time with you.”

You slowly lower your hand to your side, trying to act casually about the confession. But the truth is you want to run and wake up every cow and horse within a 10-mile radius with a squeal of delight. 

“I like spending time with you, too, Joel.”

He takes your hand as you say it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. His breath is hot on the back of your hand before he says, “Well now, I quite like the sound of that."

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[stevethehairington]

omg so i just watched the crossover ep bc i just wanted some more sweet sweet buck eddie hen and. so. ik lonestar is set in austin and ik that's like. 9 hours from el paso. BUT LIKE yknow SURELY eddie's been to austin a few times so like. im just thinking. im just thinking that once they finish the job in the crossover episode they aren't due back to la immediately so buck begs eddie to like show him around texas bc like this is Eddie's Realm, this is where he grew up (the state, not the city but close enough lol). BUT ANYWAY im just thinking about the two of them getting some good ol texas bbq, and buck asked for it, yknow for the Full Texas Experience, but he may or may not be regretting it bc eddie is sitting across from him, and he's got a smudge of bbq sauce above his lip that buck is i t c h i n g to wipe away, and then eddie decides to start l i c k i n g his fingers clean instead of using a napkin like a sane person. and buck is just. losing his mind a little (read: a lot). then later, they're like walking around town or whatever and they find a little souvenir shop and they pop in (maybe eddie says he wants to get chris a little something — or maybe BUCK say that) and then eddie finds a cowboy hat, and he puts it on and buck, well, buck almost swallows his tongue because like, jesus, even the WAY eddie puts it on is hot what the hell. but then eddie traces the rim of the hat with his finger and tips it down and winks at buck as he says "howdy pardner" in a ridiculous over the top twanging accent and buck reallllllllllly is gonna lose it. (and if buck ends up buying the hat — "for christopher, but, yknow, you're welcome to wear it until we can give it to him" — then well.) THEN LATER they go to this bar, and they're having a good time and it turns out this bar does line dancing and they start it up and eddie's like omg and bucks like do you know how to do it? and eddies like i mean. i do. and bucks like get in there!!! and he sticks the cowboy hat onto edides head and pushes him into the group and he's having fun watching eddie absolutely crush it at line dancing (and hot damn he looks so so g o o d, so in his element) and then at one point eddie manages to snag bucks hand and pull him into it too and idk he like walks him through it as they go and it's just a lot of buck misstepping and eddie coaching him through it and fixing it and he starts to get the hang of it and it's actually so fun and he and eddie keep looking over at each other and grinning and it's like. the best night bucks ever had.

[wannab-urs]

Pedro Pascal Character Fic Recs | Vol 36

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Welcome to my bi-weekly fic rec list! This is everything I read in the last two weeks. There's some seriously amazing shit on this list, y'all. If I counted properly there are 9 fics, two of which are series.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Punish me, Officer Djarin

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You've been thrown into an imperial prison for anti-empire speech. During your sentence, a new prison guard is hired, Officer Djarin, and you take a liking to him.

f!reader, reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, uneven power dynamic, brat taming, degradation (scumbag), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, his glove in your mouth lol, no use of y/n

To Tell You the Truth

Ezra series by @concussed-to-pieces

Our story begins in the Green, after a certain meeting that culminates in an explosive Truxican standoff...

Survival, Worldbuilding, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Healing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Extreme Duress, My First Work in This Fandom, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Abuse, Feelings Realization, Artist Reader, Reader is a prospector, Outer Space, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Mutual Pining, Vaginal Fingering, Praise Kink (if you squint), Religious Terms used improperly, Catholics H8 Me, Remember, no man's penis will heal you okay, and fanfictions are not research, But I'm an indulgent fuck so it's okay, Vaginal Sex, big dick energy, Eventual Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Just get it all in there, adoration, Very Flowery Terminology, Happy Ending

Sanguine

Ezra one shot by @marisferasiop

since being turned as a boy into- whatever liminal state of cryptid he is now- Ezra has walked this earth ageless and alone, never finding his place or a partner for long. He interrupts your meal in the city one evening, and brings you home to strike up a deal; feed from him, alone, and keep one another safe from discovery. The fact that he finds his purpose under the soft graze of your teeth and home between your thighs is a nice side effect.

lots of blood, smut, soft yearning sweet boy Ezra, mapuche mythology and monsters, schmoop. Ezra is a subby little sap in this.

Routine

Frankie one shot by @endlessthxxghts

Frankie makes a new routine for himself to help with his mental health. In that routine, Frankie stumbles upon you.

POV switching - stops towards the end, then POVs are combined. Friends to lovers. Slightly scared and reluctant friends to lovers. Slow burn. Canon divergent to Frankie’s Triple Frontier storyline (No history of lady or child for Frankie). Brief mentions of South America and Frankie’s mental health. Brief therapy talk. Overthinking!Frankie, but Reader comforts and reassures him. He’s not insecure the entire time, promise lolol. Hints of angst, but this is me we’re talking about — always will be a happy ending here🫶. No physical description of reader besides coffee shop uniform (no size descriptions used) - any descriptions are neutral, no adjectives to describe (purely things like “your thigh” etc.). No use of “y/n”. SMUT heheheh (making out, cunnilingus + fingering, unprotected P in V sex + cumming inside, breast worship/titty sucking).

Go Your Own Way

Javi P one shot by @schnarfer

Loving you isn’t the right thing to do

1979 Texas, very toxic relationship, sort of enemies to lovers if you squint a bit, absolutely no happy ending for our fuckboy Javier, no descriptions of reader except she has hair and there are outfit references, no specific ages mentioned in 1979 but they would both be early 20’s, Cheating/infidelity mentioned, smoking (OF COURSE), mention of drinking and drugs, two mentions of vomit, the good stuff? we’ve got flirting, kisses and smut; protected PIV, oral (f receiving), fingering, very light dirty talk, couple of light slaps, pet names (cariño, baby), Javier POV, I’ve tried to remove any overt British-isms but some may have slipped in, probably a bit of canon divergence, as well as wild historical and geographical inaccuracies but we’re going for vibes, yeah? and a note, we’re always Fleabag coded here.

Some fools fool themselves

Javi P one shot by @freelancearsonist

You were meant to be a mission—an insider that Javi could wring information from on some of the biggest names in the trade. It didn’t go to plan, but maybe that’s not so bad.

Rated MA for unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this irl pls), oral (m receiving), throatfucking, handjobs, creampie, spanish dirty talk (both javi and reader - translations in footnotes), reader has female anatomy and uses fem pronouns, reader wears a bikini, smoking/nicotine use, cheating (reader is married this is the mob wife fic you all asked for), kind of angsty but mostly just porn with the slightest sprinkling of plot for ✨flavor✨

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Marcus P one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

angst, breakups, mentions of Teresa x Patrick Jane

Cabuorir

Oberyn/Din/Reader series by ToricTailor (AO3)

You would have torn the heavens asunder to stop it.

Fix-It, That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), Get This Man A New Ship, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Reader sandwich, Force-Sensitive Reader, Polyamory, DVP, more

I want it, I got it

Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel gives you unlimited access to his credit card to shop online while he eats you out.

reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, porn with little plot, no age specified for reader, reader sits on Joel’s lap, established sugar daddy relationship, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, pet names (angel, baby), no use of y/n

Happy Reading!

[rejaytionships]

🌺 about me! 🌺

[last updated 2024/08/05]

hi! i'm austin (+ some others), i'm 23, and i use they/them + le/lim + ve/ver pronouns

my main blog is @linneastarron and i'll interact from there

i've been selfshipping since i was like... 6? but i didn't make a selfship blog until early 2022, so howdy!

i've got sooo many f/os and they tend to fluctuate in level of severity, but my overall main romantic f/os are

bill (pokemon) - married since 2024/08/30

boba fett (star wars); also polyshipped with sintas vel and fennec shand

kanan jarrus + hera syndulla (star wars)

emmet (pokemon)

albert wesker (resident evil); also polyshipped with excella gionne

bubba sawyer (texas chain saw massacre, 1974)

tim wright (marble hornets)

father (kids next door)

professor membrane (invader zim)

bill is the only f/o i'm iffy on sharing, but if you have a tag i can block on my worse days then idc LOL also i tend to mirror sharing so if you like to share then i really like sharing too :3 and that tends to override any possessiveness i'd potentially have

i don't explicitly forbid minors from following/interacting (and i'll probably follow back) but i probably won't talk much in dms unless you're 18+ sorry! this is mainly for my own comfort

here are some important links!

my full f/o list (including [queer]platonic and familial selfships)

my selfship tags

my selfship fics

my posts

recommended selfship artists

my comm info

i hope i can meet some cool new people in the community! ^^

[cyberstudious]

thank you for the tag @upside-down-uni ! :D

relationship status: my partner & I are both from texas so we make lots of "howdy pardner" jokes lol

favorite color: I've really been enjoying dark greens recently

last song i listened to: butterflies by samsa

last thing i googled: windows 10x (had to pull up a wikipedia page to clarify something in the material I was studying. oh windows, how you make my life difficult)

dream trip: I was gonna do study abroad in college but covid stopped that (rip my $100 nonrefundable deposit), so I'd like to essentially do what I was going to do then: go to amsterdam, enjoy the neat urban design and the city and all that

anything i want right now: I want the weather to be cooler so 1) I can go outside without melting and 2) so my electricity bill is less scary to look at lmao

I do not have the brainpower to tag anyone rn but if you are interested in doing this consider yourself tagged lol <3

[dljctx]

Do you have any memorable wetting your diaper in public moments or around anyone moments??

Hi from the UK xx

The first time I wore to the movies, I had just started wearing diapers, and I had to go so bad but I couldn’t. I got out to my car, and before I got in I flooded it, and it almost leaked.

Another time, I was chilling in my apartment. I had just put on a Bambino Teddy and my friend texted me to come over to his place, hang out, smoke a little bit and have a few beers. I was pretty nervous being around people I know while wearing a diaper. Luckily the music was loud so no one could hear the crinkle. I ended up wetting my diaper while we were all chilling in the courtyard.

The last one I’ll give you is the other day, I was home with my wife and was wearing a diaper. We were having a conversation and I just peed my pants mid conversation and she had no idea lol.

A follower from across the pond! Nice. Howdy, from Texas!

[fromfaewithlove]

Some Reflections on My Time in Europe So Far.

Ive been here for almost a month now so I thought I’d share a little specifically as it pertains to race, gender, languages, and nationalities. European racism isn’t better or worse it’s just more awkward also it’s very dependent on gender.

In the northwestern big cities Paris, Amsterdam, Berlin etc it was pretty normal / non noticeable but there’s a lot of young black people there and all kinds of black as well. Biracial, African American, East and West African, and a lots of islanders so we fit in pretty seamlessly. When approached people assumed I was French Canadian and that he was from Texas (lol we have very different accents). If we didn’t speak at all people in the Netherlands assumed we were Afro-German students. The real tensions didn’t arise till we went southwest to Italy.

As soon as we crossed into the country from the Swiss border Italian police pulled my boyfriend off the train and started yelling at him in Spanish asking if he was a Colombian drug dealer and they tore through our bags (we’re both afrolatinos and mostly speaking Spanish in Italy because we don’t know Italian he also has a thick Ecuadorian accent from living there) We were asked if we were Colombian several times -even after they had our American passports. However once we pulled out our college ID’s and threw around some ultra midwestern slang (a few over drawn howdies and yeppers) their tones changed and all of sudden they claimed they were helping us not profiling.

They did the same thing to a group of Asian girls demanding them to give up all their fentanyl - I felt so bad for them they weren’t older than 15 on a student exchange and the cops wouldn’t let their host parents step in at all. Multiple people tried to step in for both my bf and I as well as the other girls but the cops were pretty hostile to them too. Eventually they let us all go but the whole debacle made us miss our next connecting train. Overall me and my bf experienced the worst xenophobia when we spoke Spanish. When addressing the authorities English was always our best bet. Unfortunately this was not our only experience with Italian law enforcement on this trip.

I was genuinely just ignored a lot when I wasn’t with my bf which was fine by me. I didn’t associate it with racism as much as people who didn’t speak English not attempting to speak to me unless they absolutely had to (waiters, airline workers, people working in shops). People weren’t necessarily as nice or as helpful but it seemed to be more of a difference in work culture in general. Customer service is just a much bigger thing in the states. Service with a smile just doesn’t really exist here. Additionally, contrary to common belief ( i.e. TikTok videos about girls trying to speak in their target language and being quickly shut down) most people in Europe don’t actually speak English and it’s a hassle for them to try. They speak about as much English as Americans who last took a language class in middle school and now open Duolingo 3x a year claim to know a little Spanish.

However once I spoke French things changed tune. No matter what country I’m in I received the best customer service (which wasn’t much lol) when I spoke French. I equate this to French just being a significantly easier linguistic switch to make in countries that already speak Romance languages. And France being significantly closer than England or the States.

We experienced some racism from other Americans abroad who assumed me and boyfriend were thieves. It was fucking hilarious. In most Italian train stations there are loud PA announcements in English warning people to look out for pickpockets and guaranteed you know who the Americans were because they would immediately stare at us like they saw the ghost of negroes past while checking for their belongings. At one point I failed to contain myself with this one woman i was waiting in line behind in order to get a train ticket and said “oh please bitch you’re okay”.

It was so funny tho cause I’d watch Italian teens pickpocket and steal and they weren’t necessarily good at it - it was just that most of the tourists were too racist to pay attention to who the real thieves were. They weren’t looking for the normal looking European guy in converse in jeans that’s inching up on them, they were trying to avoid the POC. I will say, in Italy a few guys tried it unsuccessfully just because they’d be so obvious (granted I’m from a big city so I’m used to knowing when someone is trying to get me in a situation and pretty adept at getting out of them).

Regardless of the culture shock and xenophobia/racism. I know for a fact I’m gonna move back to Italy in less than a year. It’s beautiful and warm year round, housing and food are so much more affordable and it’s without the same threat of political instability that currently exists is other places I was considered moving to. Additionally this racism just isn’t as bad. In America racists treat me like I’m a threat to their very existence, here i mostly felt like an alien that people weren’t sure how to address. And free college + affordable healthcare and greater access to travel and study/use more languages are absolutely worth a few awkward uncomfortable situations for me.

[bookofdan]

r/wisconsin:

How do y'all like living there?

Howdy from Texas. It's too fuckin hot here and the PNW costs too much. It's just gonna worse with climate change. Can I come over? It's been 108 highs for like a week straight

Edit: Dang y'all are nice lol. I think this is the first state sub I've browsed that isn't trying to keep people away and make the state sound like a shithole so they don't move in. They usually especially hate Texans and Californians!

[nightcoremoon]

people from England a country population 56 million: I can’t believe Americans are so fucking stupid they think we all sound like the north liverham accent 🙄 anyway here is my american accent HOWDY YALL, YEEHAW

california alone: has 39 million people

texas alone: has 29 million people

and then there’s

Florida (21), New York (19), Pennsylvania & Illinois (12), Ohio (11), Georgia & North Carolina & Michigan (10), New Jersey & Virginia (8), Washington & Arizona (7), etc etc

even assuming each state has only one accent (which is farfetchd and I don’t mean the pokemon) and even assuming california flooded and texas caught on fire, combining just the “NYC” accent with the “chicago” accent and the “jersey” accent and the “texmex” accent and the HOWDY YALL YEEHAW accents alone equals more than the entire british population.

make less “haha america talk funney” jokes if you can’t take getting the exact same thing thrown back at you lol

[survivor-north-sea]

Cast Reveal #1 - Tromøya

BRANDI, SHE/HER, 25

INTRO: My name is Brandi. I’m 25 with a husband and two kittens. I am a social worker in Texas.

OCCUPTION: Social Worker

HOBBIES: Crocheting and reading

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: I hate when people say “could care less”!!!! 😭

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: Erika Capsupanan- I love her! I feel like we would be friends.

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: I’m hoping to play a game that is a good mix of truth and friendship paired with winning as much as possible.

HAIRIE, HE/HIM, 28

INTRO: HUGE Fan of Survivor (started from the US versions) but slowly venturing out to other region's version. I am hoping that this experience will bring me as close to the reality TV experience as this might be the only opportunity I get to being on Survivor. Representing the Southeast Asians. A social butterfly and my spirit animal is Chameleon as they have the ability to adapt to the changes in the environment. I'm all in to go all the way to the end!

OCCUPTION: Support Advisor

HOBBIES: Travelling around the world, Scuba diving and binge watching shows

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: Alpha male energy. Oh and I also don't like to be rushed.

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: A combination of Amanda Kimmel and Maryanne. A good mix of old school and new school.

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: I'm a people's person and love getting to know people and what drives them. I think I can assimilate myself being on the right side of the numbers and eventually winning!!!

ANYTHING ELSE: HUGE fan of Survivor (started from the US version) but slowly catching up on other regions. Representing the Southeast Asians. Spirit animal is a chameleon.

CHELSEA, SHE/HER, 38

INTRO: I'm Chelsea! I am a Health at Every Size personal coach who loves helping people live their lives to the fullest. I also LOVE games and competition, although I don't get much time anymore because: kids. Looking forward to when they are older and can play with me! I also speak Chinese and finished my third triathlon this summer.

OCCUPTION: Adult Education

HOBBIES: Reading, crosswords, triathlons, food, TV, traveling

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: not communicating; being late; not going to bed when you're supposed to (if you're my kids)!

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: I see myself as Christian from David Vs Goliath. Good at puzzles, maybe too talkative at times, but ultimately super endearing and easy to get along with.

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: I think I'm fun and people will like having me around. I'm also a good listener and very empathetic. I can be there for other people.

ZACH, HE/THEY, 22

INTRO: howdy, y’all! cant believe i’m putting myself through this. i’m zach. i’m 22. and the most embarrassing thing about me is that I’m a professional theatre kid. don’t talk about it.

OCCUPTION: Theatre Artist

HOBBIES: Reading, watching movies, listening to music

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: Slow drivers

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: none

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: Because my mom told me so

CHAMPAGNE, SHE/HER, 21

INTRO: Hi my name is Champagne or you can call me champ for short! I’m 21 and a college student studying elementary education! I currently nanny for three crazy kids and a dog💀 I love reality tv and I’m so excited to meet everyone:)

OCCUPTION: Student & Waitress & Nanny

HOBBIES: I love traveling and going to concerts! I love going on adventures, hiking and hanging out with friends!

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: When people don’t have manners!! It’s the bare minimum yall😭

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: I honestly don’t know lol! I’ve been told Michele Fitzgerald or Victoria from 38!

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: I am very determined to finally win a game ahaha!

ANYTHING ELSE: I’d love to make more reality tv friends so please don’t be shy and reach out to me :)

FIFI, SHE/HER, 22

INTRO: My name is Fifi. I am originally from Africa, Lesotho. I am currently on a gap year looking forward to pursue my postgraduate degree next year. I have always been a huge fan of survivor from a very young age and seeing this opportunity, I felt very honoured to take part in it and to just have fun.

OCCUPTION: Model and soccer player

HOBBIES: Listening to music, binge watching reality shows,playing sports and writing

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: Picking nostrils in public and chewing out loud

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: A previous survivor player I think I’m more like is Drea. She’s very smart and very competitive and she was able to build relationships in the game

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: Because I am a goal getter. I also work very hard to get the things I want. And I am a very competitive individual so I won’t just slack vehind on challenges. I am also a natural at building bonds which I believe will help in getting me far in the game

ANYTHING ELSE: I am super excited to be part of the survivor cast North Sea. And I’m looking forward to every challenge

JULIA, SHE/HER, 19

INTRO: Hello hello! My name is Julia, and I’m so excited to be playing! I am currently a 19 year old college student from upstate New York studying civil engineering. I enjoy candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach (just kidding just kidding). But actually I love pop punk music and baking and duh of course survivor!!

OCCUPTION: College Student

HOBBIES: Playing basketball, watching trashy comedies, listening to pop punk music

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: People who walk slow and the sound of Styrofoam

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: I want to say Penner so bad but I could never be that iconic. We are both snarky, sarcastic, and unapologetically ourselves forever and always. I also think I am a decently good narrator as is he

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: My undeniable charm and winning personality will carry me far

ARVIN, HE/HIM, 25

INTRO: Hi My name is Arvin and I'm from the Philippines. I am very energetic and I really love talking to other people. I know that I am good in my communication skills which will give me an edge in this competition.

OCCUPTION: Accounting Analyst

HOBBIES: Listening to audio books and podcast, Watching reality shows

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: If someone would ask me the same question a couple of times I'll get pissed.

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: I'll have to go with the latest winner, Maryanne. For me, Maryanne is very relatable. I can see myself in her.

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: I believe I will play a game that is under the radar. I would be like Maryanne, and to peak at the right time, getting out the threats at the right time and slowly inch my way in to the top.

JAYJAY, SHE/HER, 26

INTRO: Hi I’m Jay a 4’10 entrepreneur. I am small and underestimated a lot but love to surprise people with everything I can be capable of. I am very determined to do all things I love and want to accomplish, especially with being handed the short end of the stick! 😉

OCCUPTION: Entrepreneur

HOBBIES: Flow art, tattooing, gaming, and crafts

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: Poor mannerisms, & in-genuine people.

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: I would say Parvati just because she got along with mostly everyone and wasn’t afraid to play a cut throat game but also could hold her own.

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: I believe I’ll be able to connect with most people being genuine and kind, allowing me go under the radar and be in the loop without suspicion. I’m underestimated for my height and kindness. However at the end of the day I am very strong willed, competitive, and love to prove people wrong.

ANYTHING ELSE: I’m 4’9 I run off of good vibes and butterflies 🦋

RAFFY, HE/HIM, 22

INTRO: My name is Raffy. You know me. You love me (or you don't). Happy to be out of retirement for a while. Please be kind, I'm a sensitive little boy.

OCCUPTION: Gaymer (a.k.a. unemployed)

HOBBIES: Reading, writing, gaming

BIGGEST PET PEEVES: Myself

PAST SURVIVOR PLAYER YOU ARE LIKE: Abi Maria because like her I am Hispanic, crazy, and fun

WHY YOU WILL BE SOLE SURVIVOR: Because I’m just so sexy

ANYTHING ELSE: In all seriousness, I’m really just here to have a good time, meet new people, and be myself. I can’t wait to meet you all and hopefully we’ll be able to play a good game of Survivor!

[samperv]

@come-join-themurder accent challenge. 

[void-tiger]

...I kinda wanna see a Doomsday Movie set in Nashville, just so that I can laugh my ass off at the horrible western accents and everyone wearing cowboy boots and stetsons, with only the same one block of honkytonks ever shown.

Bonus points if the OST features battling banjos.

Or Dolly.

Actually I’d watch this seriously just for Dolly.

[seasonsbloom]

ma’am, respectfully cowboy!jake is making me feral.

like i’m sitting here, writing all these rando blurbs about it because i can’t fucking get it off my mind, but nothing is as satisfying as reading what you’ve written - such is the state of things.

so i’ve come here to rant bc i can’t bring myself to finish anything, but i’m dying to share my thoughts with you. we can lose our minds together

i cannot stop thinking about friends with benefits w/ our fave cowboy but reader and jake meeting for the first time and with his naturally flirtatious and easy banter… it comes up, where are you from? (although, you’ve somewhat narrowed it down because it’s fairly obvious that with a drawl smooth as honey like hangman’s that it’s southern)

“texas. born and raised,” is his answer, then after a moment of thought, “you know what they say, don’t you, sugar.” you raise an eyebrow expectantly, knowing that should you not, he’d be sure to tell you. “everything’s bigger in texas.”

and there is not a shadow of a doubt in your mind as to what he’s talking about because he’s been coming onto you ever since you stepped foot into that bar. and an easily flustered reader whose cheeks are turning red and jake being a cocky little shit— “sweetheart, you feeling okay? you look a little flushed. you aren’t getting sick, are you?” and then using it as an excuse to cup your cheeks in his hands, “checking for a fever.” he sure as hell knows you don’t have one, he’s the culprit but my god, he loves to rile you up. maybe, just maybe, he also can’t keep his hands to himself.

and oh my gosh, i think jake would be such a momma’s boy, but like, it’s actually so endearing. i’ll stop there for now, lol

i’ll probably be back, so i dunno if you use emojis for any of your anons, but if you do and it’s open, i’d take this one (for somewhat obvious reasons)

-🤠

BESTIE....... "everything's bigger in texas"?????? MY JAW DROPPED HE'S SUCH A SLUT (I say that with the utmost affection)

he'd be like "yeah, we're just friends :)" for months and then he sees some other guy putting his hat on you or something and his brain goes BRRRR and then the two of you are fucking in the bed of his truck like ten minutes later yeehaw and howdy

[ezdotjpg]

I would certainly like to hear more about your Link headcanons if you are willing to share!

unsure if this is what u wanted when u asked this anon but I’m using this as an excuse to talk abt my lu accent/voice headcanons (which also apply to their non-lu game counterparts in my brain when applicable). I have more for some than others sorry

Wild:

prefers generally not to speak and sign instead. BUT

intensely Scottish-adjacent Accent Wild is a great love of mine

in my brain he is actually incredibly soft spoken tho. his voice is rlly light and soft and on the higher side. he’s a tenor when he sings lol

like. he’s chaotic he’s just not loud abt it. the juxtaposition between what he says and how he says it is half the humor

often trails off sentences without finishing a thought. blanks out on words sometimes, but also sometimes remembers obscure idioms and slang from 100 years ago that have fallen out of use in his current hyrule

I feel like he has this kind of flat, meandering intonation. how do I describe this. u know this animatic that jojo made once. that’s rlly how I imagine wild speaking besides the accent lol

Time:

I like imagining him with an accent I can only describe as Gently Irish

like it’s the Kokiri accent he had as a child and it’s faded over time. No one else on his hyrule has quite the same accent

a deep voice link but Not the deepest. he’s like 3rd

also very soft spoken but he speaks with such gravity he commands attention anyway.

he rarely raises his voice but when he does. by god u done fucked up

not quite relevant to this post but LOUDEST DAD SNEEZES EVER. it’s like a GUNSHOT. and he acts like nothing happened

Twilight:

I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again. extreme southern twilight. country boy. y’all’d’ve, yeehaw, howdy, and the like. It’s more of a texas twang than a Deep South drawl tho

includes all the phrasing idiosyncrasies that come with that

2nd deepest link voice

uses a lot of ordonian slang no one understands. there's a lot of about goats.

his voice and the way he speaks is really Warm

not afraid to Yell. in fact he will. he’s hollering right now

very rich singing voice. hums a lot

Warriors:

extremely posh british accent.

I actually don’t think he’s spoken like that all his life, but he worked very hard to train himself to speak this way

he is smack dab in the middle of the chains high and low voice scale

also a member of the Extremely Commanding Voice crowd. don’t make him use his captain voice

Legend:

idk I imagine him with a general American accent with a bit of a nasal quality to it.

I also like the idea of him with a HEAVY Yorkshire accent but I lean towards the first

Another tenor

there’s a really piercing quality abt his voice and the way he speaks

extremely dry, sardonic tone

always kind of sounds like he’s annoyed

absolutely allergic to sounding sincere. often sounds like he’s being sarcastic even when he’s not. The verbal equivalent of resting bitch face

LOUD

bonus Ravio: He has a Jersey accent. a strong one. I don’t make the rules. that’s the accent in lorule. fight me about it.

Hyrule:

I’ve seen ppl headcanon him with Jason Ritter's performance as Dipper Pines and like. yes. YES.

since legend is his direct predecessor I imagine him w the same accent, but he has this kind of strange musical, dream-like quality to the way he speaks. something is just a little off

sounds like a sweet boy

always sounds just a little bit exhausted

is terrifying when he raises his voice. like bro ur triple fucked.

Wind

i also just kind of imagine him w a general American accent but I like the idea he tricks them all into thinking he actually speaks like a pirate for like the first two weeks of being in the chain

no volume control

run on sentences galore

curses too many times in a sentence just because

Sky:

stick with me here. I tend to imagine him with the accent that Swedish people have when they speak English. don’t ask me why. but like a light accent just kind of that quality to the vowels

actual deepest voice link

he’s on the quiet and soft spoken side but can get surprisingly loud under the right circumstances, especially when he’s angry or excited

makes a lot of?? sound effect noises in his daily life?? like when he does actions he’ll make a little sound effect to go with it??

also guilty of using obscure skyloft idioms no one understands. he does it more than anyone else

talks in his sleep and he always sounds so urgent and it's terrifying bc when does sky ever sound that urgent

Four:

either a general American or English accent?? I am not sure yet

I love the idea tho that each color has a slightly different manner of speaking, and that if ur paying attention you can tell who’s piloting the plane in that moment

like that blue is more assertive and curses more, vio is dry, somewhat snippy, and uses a lot of big words, red speaks really fast and uses a lot of flowery language, and green speaks simply and straightforwardly. Four can be any of these things at once

this is too long anyway as always subject to change whenever i feel like it lol I spend a lot of time thinking abt this. also when I reference specific accents what I really mean is, The Hylian Equivalent Of An Accent That Sounds Like This

[rightsockjin]

Cowboys and cowboy culture did not come from mexico. There were native and black cowboys in America and even regular white ones. Before you post stuff actually know and be factually educated about American history and history of ALL races not just your own especially when its not true.

Howdy! 🤠You’re totally right. At least about one thing. There were cowboys in America of color! Cool! Good job! Now let’s break this down because one thing I never do is speak out of my behind. I am very well educated so I don’t mind helping you learn as well! The “Cowboy” began by the Rio Grande. That’s the river you need to cross to come into America from Mexico in case you were wondering. I know geography is difficult. Hehe. The FIRST EVER cowboys were from SPAIN(there is even an argument that Vaquero culture was already present within the indigenous before that and that the Spanish only helped to “train” them).They colonized the people in Mexico (at this point Texas was in Mexico- weird right cuz now it’s part of the US) and so they pushed that culture onto the INDIGENOUS PEOPLE OF MEXICO. The NATVIE PEOPLE of Mexico. Again. These were people who were already in Mexico and at this time Texas was a part of Mexico. Keep that in mind when I say MEXICO. Have you ever heard of a Buckaroo? OH WAIT!! Just kidding that’s what the ENGLISH SPEAKING MEN CALLED 𝘝𝘈𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘙𝘖𝘚 because they didn’t know how to pronounce the SPANISH word- Vaquero which means “cow herder” in Spanish.Now. When did I say that there weren’t any people of color who were cowboys?? I don’t remember writing that? Yes I was aware that there were people of color who were cowboys because GUESS WHAT, Mexico is not a homogeneous people. We are of all colors! Furthermore, Mexican is not a race. How about you learn basic vocabulary before you post anonymously? I also mentioned in the post that part of the culture that was associated 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 being a Vaquero was native but didn’t want to speak too much on it because that part of the culture I am not as well versed in and said that if you make FUN OF WHAT THEY WEAR you are making fun of two cultures and that doesn’t sit right with me. Which is why I posted the post to start with. I’m not cool with people disrespecting my culture and parts of other peoples just because they feel like it. Finally, I will end this with what you said to me. Make sure that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 educate yourself on ALL races (including ones that are not races so I will say instead-cultures because apparently you need to learn them all now) not just whatever you THINK you know. I’ll include some links and if you have any questions feel free to ask us! We actually really love history and I just finished taking a class on Mexican art history since I enjoy my own culture and the MANY races that can be part of it so we could have a good convo about lots of other stuff you would like!:) Ah right I forgot, yes- in conclusion, Vaquero culture was brought to the Mexican indigenous people by Spain who colonized us. Then, Americans took that. Are you trying to take that from us as well?? Because they already beat you to it . If your issue is my race- or me being a POC, hi- I am POC. My WHOLE family is very brown. My grandfather, in fact, is a Vaquero. He wears the hats and the shirts and the boots and the whole get up. So is My Uncle. Both men are very BROWN with indigenous features. Do the math. Thanks for your concerns but please educate yourself. Here are some link to help with that and some pics! I hope this a was useful and feel free to message with anymore incorrect assumptions about MY culture. (Lol like that it’s a race and POC aren’t cowboys hahahahahahaha) have a nice day!

I’ll leave you with a quote from my VERY BROWN DAD. “Es mejor mantener la boca cerrada y que piensen que eres un tonto que abrí la boca y despejar todas las dudas” that’s translated to “it’s better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you’re stupid than to open your mouth and leave no doubt.” (i.e. saying stupid things without research. Google is free)

Side note: I LOVE Vaquero BTS🥰

Scholarly links

Yeehaw link 1

Yeehaw link 2

And here’s a cute little picture of OG cowboys

Please notice their features and how they ambiguous the look.

And also here’s more of the cowboy influence

This is the traditional folkloric dance clothing from Tamaulipas which is the Mexican state closest to the Texas.

Once again, Google is free 💜 🤠✌🏽

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[neosnow]

I wonder how much trouble the U.S grim reaper got into for not snatching up Bard's soul. There was no way he'd have survived without Sebastian interfering. Sebastian more than likely swiped Bard up before the Grim Reaper assigned to reap him got to him probably collecting the other soldiers souls. Sebastian did want to up heed out that bitch rather quick.

Maybe the U.S reaper was told to hold off on collecting Bards soul cause he was meant for a bigger plan like the one he's in now and it's his time to go. All and all and to end my mumbling... I just wanna see what the U.S reapers look like. Imagine the reaper who was suppose to reap him on the battle field had to travel all the way to England to get him cause technically Bard's an America and the reapers are sticklers for rules so Ronald got to say howdy to some U.S reaper in a cowboy get up going "Hang on there Tex.. you about to wrangle the wrong cattle." I just full on assuming this reaper is from Texas for no reason lol ...

It's 3am and I'm really high re-reading Black Butler and had this thought😂😂😂