#john coyote

[sacredfolly-blog]

Dark poets, please dance with me - by John Coyote

This is a response to Writing Prompt 205 – Dancing with Ghosts written by John Coyote. I love when people make poems from the prompts! Dark poets, please dance with me I am dancing alone at 3 am with the Pacific near. I am dancing with ghosts I have befriended. Once alive, now they join me and they whisper to me. Dark poets, please dance with me and I will tell you tales of greatness, I will tell…

[hedgypipes]

I HATE HATE HATE DAVID ZASLAV!!!

I HATE BOTH WB AND DAVID!!!

[abovesn4kes]

More animals!! Javier, Bill, Kieran, and Mary-Beth :-)

[acekazoo]

nhl players as textposts.. again

[tapeworrmart]

Prey animal 🐏

[frogchiro]

hyena (or wolf or fox) graves (or alerudy up to u), seeing a breach in a fence in price’s farm, he fits through it, and goes searching for food but instead finds sweet little cow reader sunbathing

farmer price damn near has an aneurysm and keeps her away in her pen for a little bit for her safety :( graves still always comes back, and finds other ways to cow reader even after price patches his fences

Coyote!Graves just wanted a quick snack but he found a goddamn meal!! The farmland and the fences border with a large forest and some of the boards aren't as strong and well maintained as the ones closer so it wasn't that hard to find a weak spot to break through and get into the pasture, especially for someone as quick and agile as Philip!!

He wanted to sneak in, grab some eggs, maybe snatch some veggies too while he's at it but what did he find instead? A cute fluffy cowgirl sunning, laid out like a perfect meal with tits visibly heavy with milk and well...who would Graves be if he didn't get a little something out of it??

And you're so right😭 Price would almost collapse when he went out to check on his best girl only to find you on your back with that fucking blond coyote bc you BET this isn't the first time Price encountering Philip messing around on his farm, be it stealing chicken and eggs or messing around with his bulls and now THIS >:(

He's stuck to your tit and suckling like a babe all while humping you like crazy, your thighs and belly shining with cum and the worst part is that Graves had the sheer audacity to growl at him when he got near >:(

[videoviolence]

midwestern funeral director simulator

[softpawssharpteeth]

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷.

X - X - X / X - X - X / X - X - X

[coyote-cowboy-2628]

Just thinking abt how Johnny would be such a whiny bitch when you both are on leave.

Like constantly grabbing your waist and humping you, whispering dirty things in your ear and begging for you to fuck him.

When you finally do, he’s all ‘please daddy more!’ ‘Fuck—harder!’

Like nothing can satisfy him until your balls deep inside him and he’s half buried in the fuckin mattress

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[sacredfolly-blog]

Whispers on a blue moon

This one was created off of Prompt 198 – I just love it! “Ghosts of yesterday are near. Just silence memories making me kinder. Once on a blue moon, they whispered. Talk less, be kind.” – John Coyote

[takiki16]

Was watching Coyote Ugly and Bridget Moynahan, who plays Helen Wick, is in it. So now, I fully accept this movie as her origin story. x)

YOU. YES. THIS VIBES. IT FUCKS, EVEN. YEAH.

Loud, proud, angry early 00's fashion Helen, yelling snarky comebacks at her regulars and doing bartender juggling tricks with bottles that would never be allowed past the door of Continental. Helen, dancing on the bar top, emptying a bucket of icy water over her head and absolutely soaking John because he's staring like a fucking creep right up against the bar, horribly out of place and horribly in love. Helen, working the floor and picking up tips, striding boldly up to their nightly fancy suit creep and grabbing a hunk of his hair to pull his face down into the boobs he's been trying not to stare at all night. She waves a pair of scissors teasingly at the hooting night rush crowd, and feels the flinch of hard muscle beneath her hands as the guy puts his hands - not on her ass, but back on his knees.

Helen, after a long shift, standing in a ratty leather jacket outside the cafe as the fancy suit creep awkwardly tries to put the moves on her. She slips a hand into her bag for the brass knuckles her PO definitely doesn't know about.

"Look, dickbag," she says roughly as the guy just keeps staring. "I don't know what you think you're entitled to, but I can and will fuck you up. Move along, this doesn't have to get personal."

"Sorry," says the guy even more awkwardly. "I picked a bad time. I'm not very good at this."

"No shit," snaps Helen. "Now beat it, or I'll tell Romero to call the cops."

"Please don't do that," says Creepy Suit. He doesn't look scared, but the puppy eyes don't go away. Puppy eyes. Zoe would love him. Cammie would eat him alive. "If you don't want to see me again, I'll go."

Helen considers. Despite the creepy stare, the guy isn't bad-looking. Might even be cute, if he dropped the funeral director attitude. He's got an expensive suit on, as well as classy shoes and a watch that Helen knows she could hock for a nice handful of cash right around the corner. He clearly has a thing for her. Probably a repressed stockbroker from north of Midtown whose stuck-up wife wouldn't blow him. Worth at least a couple bills for her - maybe even a grand, if she played him right. If he got weird, she could kick his ass and send him on his way.

How dangerous could he be?

"I didn't say that," Helen says, and smiles. Cocks a hip. Lets him know that she sees him looking. Or not looking, whatever. He really is adorable. "Didn't catch your name."

"John," says Creepy Suit, and it turns out he can smile. "John Wick."

[sincerelymarner]

back-to-back fights on the opening face off

+ the meeting that preceded it

coyotes @ panthers 1/24

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april 2024

[fightingwithallreality]

Prairie Dogs in Prairie Dog Town (1974) written by Irmengarde Eberle, illustrated by John Hamberger

Bonus °o°

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