#johnny colt

[balladofsallyrose]

The Black Crowes, 1992 photographed by Ross Halfin

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[rolloroberson]

The Black Crowes

[men-lover2]

JOHNNY CRUISE

[happy74827]

People need to be have more hype for all my favorite characters. I’m tired of going to look for fanfics and being forced to write because there’s LITERAL CRUMBS

Populate those fandoms people 👏👏

[wolfxplush]

“Welcome to the world clover”

EVERYONE BLAME @redninjaoutfit Afor putting this IN MY HEAD IM SICK.

It was the middle of the night when Lovette's contractions started, a rush of panic mixed with excitement filling her as Vance scrambled to get their things ready. They had prepared for this moment for months, but nothing could have prepared them for the whirlwind that followed as they rushed to the hospital. Lovette managing to calmly explain to the front desk about her water breaking, her red haired husband look a second away from fainting was not helping by screaming for a room.

Vance had been by Lovette’s side through every step of the pregnancy, absolutely smitten with her since their years at Bullworth. His love for her only grew with every day, every moment they spent planning their future. The idea of becoming parents was daunting, but it was also beautiful.

At the hospital, the medical staff took Lovette to a room, and Vance was right there, holding her hand, whispering reassurances in her ear as they waited for the baby to come. Hours passed, and Lovette's exhaustion began to settle in, but she kept strong, her grip on Vance’s hand tightening with every contraction. He didn’t dare complain once, rather his wife break every one in his hand then let her be in pain.

In the waiting room, however, a different kind of chaos unfolded. The greaser gang had arrived, and they were anything but subtle.

"I’m telling you, we need to see her now!" Johnny yelled, pacing back and forth while glaring at the poor nurse at the desk. His usual tough-guy demeanor was punctuated by genuine concern, making him even more intimidating.

"She’s fine, Johnny, calm down!" Peanut tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t doing much better, fiddling nervously with his jacket.

"You don’t know that! What if something’s wrong?" Hal piped in, his voice shaking slightly. "What if—"

"Everyone just calm down," the nurse finally managed to interrupt, holding her hands up. "Lovette is in good hands, and we’ll notify you as soon as there’s any news."

"Good hands? You’re sure about that?" Ricky muttered under his breath, giving the nurse a skeptical look.

Amidst the gang, Colt stood a little apart, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes darting to the hallway every few seconds. He looked like he was barely holding it together. Lovette had treated him like her own son for years now, As soon as the girl turned 18 she was quick to file for adoption thanks to a lawyer parent of the preps, and the thought of something happening to her made him feel sick. His hands were balled into fists, knuckles white with tension.

"She’s gonna be fine, right?" he finally asked the nurse, his voice a little quieter but no less intense.

Before the nurse could answer, the doors to the delivery wing swung open, and Vance stepped out, looking both exhausted and radiant. His smile was wide, the relief and joy written all over his face. His hair a tousled mess that normally would have sent him into a panic for a comb.

"Vance!" Johnny was the first to bolt up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "How’s Lovette? The baby?"

Vance chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She’s perfect. Both of them are perfect. It was a healthy delivery—a girl. We have a little girl." He spoke, tears pricking in his tired eyes. The shake in his voice noticeable.

The gang erupted into a chorus of cheers and congratulations, their previous anxiety replaced with excitement and relief. Colt, however, stood frozen for a moment, his mind still processing the news. Vance smiled and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, knowing how much this meant to him too.

"Come on," Vance said, his voice warm. "Lovette wants to see you guys. And Colt... she wants you to meet Clover."

Colt’s eyes widened, and the nervous energy that had been holding him together finally gave way. He followed Vance with the others trailing behind, all of them still buzzing with excitement as they made their way to the room where Lovette was resting.

Lovette was sitting up in bed, looking tired but glowing. In her arms, she cradled a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Her eyes lit up when she saw Colt and the rest of the greasers crowding the doorway, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"There’s my family," she whispered, her voice still a little weak but filled with warmth. "Come meet her."

The greasers stepped in slowly, almost reverently, as if they were afraid to break the peaceful moment. Ricky, Hal, Johnny, Peanut,Norton—they all stood around the bed, each of them awkwardly trying to figure out what to say. But their silence was enough. Lovette could see the love and care in their faces.

Colt, however, lingered near the back, unsure. He hadn’t expected to feel so emotional, but seeing Lovette like this, holding her newborn daughter, made his chest tight.

Lovette caught his hesitation and smiled softly. "Colt," she said, beckoning him closer. "Come meet your sister…”

He swallowed hard, walking slowly toward the bed. Lovette gently shifted the baby in her arms, motioning for him to sit beside her.

"You can hold her," Lovette said, her eyes soft. "Don’t be scared. She’s family."

Colt hesitated for just a moment before sitting down carefully, watching as Lovette placed baby Clover into his arms. The baby was so small, so delicate, and for a second, he thought his heart might stop. He had never held a baby before, let alone someone so precious.

"Hey there," Colt whispered, staring down at Clover with wide eyes. She was fast asleep, her tiny hand curled into a fist, her little nose wrinkling in her sleep.

The rest of the greasers looked on, their tough exteriors melting away as they gathered around Colt and the baby. Hal was grinning from ear to ear, Ricky was wiping at his eyes, and Johnny, despite trying to keep up his usual cool act, looked just as emotional. Norton hiding a giant grin behind his fist.

"She’s beautiful," Peanut said softly, leaning over to get a closer look.

"She’s perfect," Vance added, his arm slipping around Lovette’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Just like her mom."

Lovette blushed at the compliment, leaning into Vance’s embrace, but her eyes never left Colt. Seeing him hold Clover like that made her heart swell. She had always treated him like her own, hell he was her own! but watching him cradle her daughter so gently felt like the perfect affirmation that their family—both blood and chosen—was complete.

"Thanks for being here," Lovette said quietly, addressing them all. "It means the world to me."

"Of course we’re here," Johnny replied, sounding slightly offended by the notion. "You’re family."

"Yeah," Hal chimed in, giving Lovette a wide grin. "There’s no way we’d miss this."

"Colt," Lovette said, her voice softening as she looked at him again. "You’ll always be a part of this. You know that, right?"

Colt nodded, unable to trust his voice. He looked down at Clover, feeling a strange sense of pride swell up inside him. He hadn’t expected to feel this connected, but holding her in his arms made everything real. This wasn’t just Lovette’s baby—this was his family, his sister.

"You’re going to be a great big brother," Vance teased, clapping Colt on the back. "I can already see it."

Colt smiled, finally relaxing as the others laughed and cooed over the baby. They passed her around carefully, each of them taking their turn to hold her, marveling at her tiny features and whispering soft words of affection.

As the room filled with laughter and joy, Lovette leaned back against Vance, resting her head on his shoulder. It had been a long journey, but they had made it. They had built something beautiful—something that went beyond just the two of them.

Clover stirred in Peanut’s arms, her little face scrunching up in a tiny yawn, and everyone fell silent for a moment, watching the new life they were all so captivated by.

"Welcome to the family, Clover," Lovette whispered, her voice full of love. "You’ve got the best big brother, the best uncles, and the best dad in the world."

"And the best mom," Vance added, pressing another kiss to her temple.

Lovette smiled, her heart full. Everything she had ever wanted, everything she had dreamed of, was right here in this room. Surrounded by the people she loved most, with her daughter in their arms, she knew they would be okay. They were family, and that was all that mattered.

As the night went on, the gang stayed close, unwilling to leave just yet. They joked and teased each other, fawning over baby Clover and promising to always protect her. And in that moment, in that tiny hospital room, everything felt perfect.

So when I wrote this I cried so hard I started gagging

[nitrozem]

Went to the dance hall, saw some familiar faces...

[idrptr0]

😎I drew my friend and Johnny Cage (as she wanted), and she drew me and Colt SKAWGWNDK

💕

[axelflare9700]

John Seed x My wife's Oc Riley Colt

[balladofsallyrose]

The Black Crowes (1990)

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

Credit

[athena14044]

I've been playing lego marvel superheroes 2 and there are cowboys! I love cowboys 🤠 yeehaw!

[doodling-doodle]

Café AU

Basically, this is a Post Canon AU that is a partial crossover with R6S. This was made with my friend, @angstkings, and they have the R6S OC’s, Matthew “Halo” Miller, a SAS sniper, and Gabrial Colt, a Texan cop.

So, first things first, Kyle was medically discharged from the military and Alex retired to take care of him and stay with him, (They were still only dating)

About eight months after they left (And went to Alex’s home in Virginia) Kyle got sick with a bad chest and throat infection, which left him mostly mute (See where Kings comes in?) 

Around two months after he got sick, Alex proposed to him.

They got married around a year later.

And this is a good point to mention the other ships: Gabe/Matt (Married), Price/Graves (Dating), Ghost/Soap (Engaged), and Alejandro/Rodolfo (Married)

After Gabe and Matt’s wedding, they (Kyle and Alex) made two big decisions: Adoption and a dog.

They have a lovely daughter named Rosalie, who’s now fifteen, and a German Shepherd named Iris (Yes, I had to change Rose’s name, but that won’t happen in my actual AU)

 They have been wanting to make their own business for a while, and have now decided to open their own café.

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WIP "Run to Daylight"

(For @shovitch , I've been stuck on this fic for so long, and there's no Kyle in this snippet, but it's one of the better written portions, and you were so nice to remind me that there are other Guy Gardner fans out there, so maybe I'll get inspired after posting this....Here you go, luv. <3 )

Summer 1989

He is nine years old and the days are eternities. 

Every day he runs out after breakfast and stays out until sundown; no one knows where Guy has been all day, but no one worries too much, neither. Bobby’s big brother Joe pitches to all the neighbor kids all day, and even though Guy can’t really hit too good, Joe calls Guy “Charlie Hustle” and cheers for him when he runs around the basepath like a maniac. Later, Joe gives Guy Pete Rose’s Winning Baseball, and even though it’s a book for grown ups, Guy slowly makes his way through the whole stinkin’ thing. 

When Dad’s not working he’s out with Mace, taking him through football drills. That’s okay though, football’s boring. Guy borrows VHS tapes of the ‘75 and ‘76 World Series games from the library. He starts running to first base after ball four, and everyone laughs at him, but screw those guys because bookin’ it to first on a walk is exactly what Charlie Hustle does. 

Just before school starts, Guy’s mom looks up from her book after dinner and tugs at his shaggy hair.

“We’ll get your haircut tomorrow.”

“Can I get it how I want?”

Dad’s still out with Mace.

She swallows a little wine and looks back down at her book. “Sure, baby.”

He pumps his fist and darts in to kiss her cheek, dumping his dishes in the sink. Star Trek’s on in just a minute. “Thanks, Mom!”

He brings Pete Rose’s baseball card with him to the barbershop the next morning. When he shows it to the barber, his mother looks over his shoulder, That’s really what you want? but she’s got a smile with it too, so he nods excitedly and starts telling them both about why Pete Rose is his favorite player, except maybe for Brooks Robinson, but even Pete Rose thinks Brooks Robinson is in a higher league than anyone else ever, and Pete Rose can play just about any position and he’s so good that he was intentionally walked in game three of the World Series in 1975, bases loaded, you know, that’s how much of a threat Pete Rose was, they couldn’t take a chance. What a great team that was, Joe Morgan and Johnny Bench, but Pete Rose, boy, he always plays to win. He once said he’d walk through hell in a gasoline suit just to play baseball, and the barber laughs even as his mom tells him not to say “hell.”

When they get home, his dad looks right at him for the first time all summer.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Mom turns around from the kitchen sink. “He likes his hair that way, Rolly.”

“It’s stupid. It looks like we can’t afford to get him a decent clip.”

Guy pipes up. “It’s like Pete Rose wears it, Dad. It’s cool.”

“Oh, it’s cool, is it?” Dad grabs a beer from the fridge and heads to his recliner by the tv. “You don’t see your brother goin’ around in a faggy haircut just to be cool. You know where your brother is now?”

Guy waits for the answer.

“He’s out drillin’ his footwork so he can play a real man’s sport.”

His mom turns back to the sink. “He likes baseball, Rolly.”

“You’re turnin’ him into a sissy.” 

Guy stays near his mom when Rolly leaves. She sighs, looking him over with her hands in the soapy water. “Maybe it’s best if we change it, baby.”

He clenches his teeth at the unfairness of it all. He knows to a certainty that Mace cuts his hair like Joe Montana, and it’s definitely “just to be cool.” 

“I don’t care what he thinks.”

She nods as if she already knew what he’d say. “Just try not to set him off again, okay?”

He goes upstairs in his room to flip through Winning Baseball. He hears Mace slam through the front door just before dinnertime. When he comes upstairs to change, Mace pokes his head into Guy’s room and snorts, pushing his dumb, sweaty feathered bangs back. Girls had been coming around a lot more recently; Mace seemed to have skipped the awkwardness of puberty and went straight to Chick Magnet. 

“That’s pretty bad, Guy.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re gonna get the shit beat out of you at school.”

“Pete Rose doesn’t get beat up.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not Pete Rose.”

“You used to like baseball too, you know. I’m not stupid, I found your old baseball cards.”

Mace’s face pinches up. “It’s just a little kid’s game.”

“No it’s not.”

“Whatever,” Mace hesitates in the doorway. “Look, I know you don’t care what people think, little brother. But, believe me, life’s gonna be a lot easier if you start.”

Guy shakes his head, biting down on his cheek. “So what, be more like you? Dad’s little soldier?”

Mace stares past Guy to the 8x10 glossy of the ‘66 Orioles hanging over his bed Mom had found at a garage sale. 

“It might help.”

“I hate him.”

Mace doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at him. “You’re too young to understand anything.”

“I understand he’s a drunk and he’s an asshole.”

That gets Mace’s full attention. “Shut up.”

“No,” and for some reason Guy wants to cry, but he pushes it all down just a little bit longer.

“You don’t remember how he was,” Mace pinches his nose. “Life’s not a baseball game, Guy. It’s more complicated. People get…they get hurt, or sad. They get fired. Forgotten about. You just…you don’t get it.”

“He hits Mom.”

That gets Mace to flinch, which feels kind of good.

“He doesn’t mean to.”

Guy feels a hot flush all over, and suddenly his chest is tight, his throat is tight, and his face is wet, his eyes blurry. “I hate this family.”

Mace stares at his feet. “I know.”

Mace tells him he’d better clean up for dinner, and he does. They’re quiet at the table until Dad makes another jab at Guy’s hair. Mace cuts in and asks Dad about how great Joe and the 49ers were looking this year, and how they’d go all the way, no question. How it was a shame that the Colts look like crap, that’s what they get for moving away, and would they ever get football back in Baltimore? Surely, surely they would, no doubt about it. It just makes Rolly mad that the whole goddamn city had to suffer just because a couple greedy Jews got bored and decided to swap a few franchises around. Goddamn Irsay and his goddamn LA Rams, goddamn shame to see the Colts in Indianapolis of all places, who the hell thought that up?! Mace just nods his head along, shooting Guy little glances, making sure his little brother’s not about to screw up dinnertime again, upset Almighty Dad by speaking or tipping over a glass of  milk or something.

The first day of school a sixth grader tells Guy he looks like a retard. 

“Takes one to know one, chucklehead.”

“Watch your mouth, Opie--”

Guy charges him, puts his head into the kid’s gut real hard, but the kid’s a lot bigger and after a few seconds Guy’s wrestled to the ground, his arms pinned, the jackass sitting on his chest until Guy can hardly breathe. 

Three weeks later nothing is better, and Mace keeps telling him it’s only going to get worse in middle school and Don’t get a reputation as a weirdo now, stupid. So Guy asks his mother to take him back to the barber, and she doesn’t even put up a fuss like he expects: it must be that bad. 

When the barber asks him what he wants he just shrugs and swallows and tells him he doesn't really care all that much. His mother says she’s always liked it short because he’s got “such a nice bone structure,” whatever that means. The barber gives him a flattop, short and clean all around.

It doesn’t take too long. “See, now that’s a haircut. I could set my watch to that haircut.” 

His mother laughs, such a rare sound, and the barber keeps rolling, “We got a young Johnny Unitas right here. You play football, kid?”

Mom pets him on the head, and he feels about five years old. “He likes baseball.”

“Mickey Mantle, then. Ol’ Mick always kept a clean look too. Real timeless.”

Guy hates the Yankees.

He’s quiet in the car. His mother tells him he looks very grown up and keeps a hand on his knee the whole ride home.

[spideytorchiscanon]

Johnny: And now for the final act! I'm going to make my assistant disappear!

The sensational seven: what assistant?

Johnny: aha! It worked

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