#rip tag wranglers

[apollos-boyfriend]

there's two quackities. spanish quackity and english quackity. that is all. someone got cursed along the road.

fucking. sure. why not. this might as well happen

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

I heard that we as a fandom need to spend more time considering Relvin and Vandran as a ship, and I decided to make a contribution

[bullet-prooflove]

Thrill of the Chase: Rip Wheeler x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging @kmc1989

Rip knows a horse thief when he sees one, especially when she’s riding John Dutton’s favourite mare, Starbuck. When he sees you up on the pasture astride the horse, he can’t believe the fucking audacity of it.

Most wranglers will wait until after dark, try and shuffle the horse into a truck but you, your brazen. It’s like you just climbed up on the damn thing and took it for a ride.

Rip won’t stand for it.

He’s after you in an instant, his heels digging into Marlowe’s sides as he spurs on the stallion. You see him coming, its impossible not to when you’re on top of that hill. You turn tail, run but Rip, he’s always been about the chase, he’ll dog you until the ends of the earth if you make him.

It takes him a couple of minutes to realise you’re fucking with him, when he starts to catch up you suddenly pull ahead, when he falls back too far you slow it down. It’s a game to you and it riles Rip, sends a flush of rage and adrenaline through his body.

He’s going to catch you, there’s no doubt in his mind because what you don’t know is that that horse has a stiff leg, it doesn’t go the distance. That’s why Starbuck was in that stall all alone, waiting for the vet’s assessment.

When he cuts you off, it’s by the stream that winds through the furthest meadow. His stallion darts in front of yours and Starbuck rears almost throwing you. It’s by the grace of God you remain in the saddle. You’re off the horse in an instant and so is he.

He doesn’t realise how pretty you are until you’re in his face, cussing him out, shoving him. You have quite the mouth on you too, he’s surprised God doesn’t strike you down where you stand.

He grabs you under the arms, drawing you close against his body to stop you from hurting him and that’s when it happens, that’s when he feels that spark, and that spark it starts a fire. He knows you feel it too because suddenly your fingers are gripping his shirt and instead of hitting him, you’re kissing him.

It turns into a wildfire, raw, passionate and all consuming. He doesn’t know how he ends up pants down in the grass, fucking you but being inside you, it’s like nothing else he’s ever experienced.

It’s when he tugs your braid loose that he realises just how much you like your hair being pulled, so he yanks it a little harder and you make the sweetest fucking noise as you come on his cock. It doesn’t take him long after that, a few more thrusts and he’s coming with you, his mouth covering yours, drinking down your pleasure.

He thinks he dozes off in the aftermath, the warmth of your body pressed against his in the midst of spring. He’s drowsy, sated, relaxed, the sun high in the sky above him, the scent of the earth surrounding him.

The next thing he knows he’s waking up to the sound of galloping hooves. When he raises his head, he sees you riding away on his stallion Marlowe, leaving him with a lame horse and his dick in the wind.

He slams his head back into the ground and stares up at the cloudless sky.

His curse has always been to love wild women.

He trudges back to the stables with Starbuck in tow, his jeans grass stained and fury he hasn’t felt in a long time. The others must see the darkness in his expression because they don’t question the fact it looks like he’s taken a tumble. When he puts Starbuck back in her stall, he’s surprised to find Marlowe back in his, chomping on a bundle of fresh hay.

“Hi boy,” He says softly, his palm running over the stallion’s nose. “I didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

That’s the part that hurt, the idea he wouldn’t get to see Marlowe again. The two of them have been partners in crime ever since he started at Yellowstone.

When he steps inside the main house to tell John there’s a thief in their midst he’s surprised to find you sitting pretty on the couch, sipping from a mug of tea. You’ve re-braided your hair and when you look at him, it’s as if you haven’t just fucked the shit out of each other up on the pasture.

“Rip.” John greets him as he turns in his seat. “Imogen was just telling me about Starbuck.”

“The old girl just needed a little run, she’d been cooped up in the stable too long, that’s what was causing her stiffness.” You say as you set the cup down on the coffee table in front of you. You raise to your feet, holding out your hand to take his. “I’m the new vet, my friends call me Jen.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[coltermorning]

Since it’s Halloween, my favorite holiday, I’m giving you a little treat (not a trick!). This is a modern Arthur fic that I finished forever ago and will probably post someday if you want to see the full thing. Anyway here is a spicy little scene from it that takes place on Halloween night in reader’s office at the library when they’re the only two left in the building 😉

Tags: 18+, Arthur Morgan x female reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, smut, semi-rough sex

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“Hello?” a man’s voice rang out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin before realizing it was Arthur.

You checked yourself in the mirror one more time before leaving the bathroom, grinning like crazy as you went out to meet him. He had wandered toward the back office and had his back to you, and as excited as you were to show off your costume to him, you took a beat to admire him from behind, your eyes raking down his back. Lower. He must have been dressed as a cowboy with the black hat he wore and the boots and spurs, but your eyes were too busy with the wranglers he wore, how perfectly they fit his ass.

He whirled on you. “Jesus, don’t sneak up on a…man.” He cleared his throat, his eyes scaling your body as yours had done to him. “On Halloween.”

“What do you think?” you asked, posing, batting your eyes.

“You’re- it’s…uh,” he mumbled, his voice low enough for you to know exactly what he thought. “Shit, I need to come see you here more often.”

You laughed, the sound echoing through the tall building. “Don’t get used to it, cowboy,” you said with a wink at his costume. “It’s not the regular uniform, I’m afraid. Come on, come see my desk.” You took his hand and led him into the back office crammed with two desks, yours and your coworker’s.

“It’s not much,” you admitted, picking your bag up off the floor, stuffing your clothes from earlier into it. “But it-”

You felt Arthur’s hands tug on your hips, making you forget all thought as he pulled you into him. He was hard beneath those jeans, his arousal pushing against you.

“They got cameras in here?” he whispered, his voice rough in your ear. You felt your knees go weak.

“No, not cameras, but…” You pointed at the two windows, at their lack of blinds.

He let out a solitary chuckle before you felt him move, the pressure of him behind you gone. You turned to see what he had in mind, your thoughts reeling with your own feelings on the matter, when he hit the light switch. It plunged you both into darkness as he shut the door, the only light remaining the moonlight streaming in through the windows, how it reflected in his hungry eyes.

He stalked back over like a wolf, his gaze never leaving your body. “Can’t be dressing like that in front of me, darlin’.”

It took everything in you to speak as he pinned you down with that stare. “Or what?”

He didn’t respond, closing the gap between you and kissing you greedily, hungrily, his hands roaming everywhere they could find skin.

In seconds, he parted from you and stepped around you, pushing back books and stacks of paper and whatever else he could before he lifted you, setting you down on the desk. Then his lips were on yours again as his body pushed against you, forcing your legs around his waist. You gladly let him, wrapping your legs around him so you could feel his hardness again, the lack of space between you making you needy.

His hands found your vest, its buttons, as he began to undo them with a fervor that would tear them all off if he wasn’t careful.

“Easy,” you said into his mouth, on his tongue.

This only seemed to spur him on, as his hands worked faster, his mouth briefly leaving yours so he could see what he was doing. “Too many goddamn buttons,” he mumbled before he finally pulled the last free and ripped the vest from your shoulders. Your shirt followed soon after, and his hands kneaded against your bra as he kissed you again, wound tight as a coil.

You plucked the hat from his head and dropped it on yours, noting that it didn’t feel light enough to be made from cheap foam like most costume hats were. It was leather. It was real.

He continued to kiss you as best as he could with what little focus he had as he he hiked your skirt up your thighs. You fumbled with the button on his pants, needing him so badly it hurt. He yanked your underwear down just as you got his jeans undone, just as you pushed them and his boxers down enough to free his cock. He was hard as steel in your hand, but he didn’t give you a second to pleasure him before he leaned over you, lining himself up with you.

You leaned back and caught yourself with your hands, papers crushing beneath your grip. He pushed into you without restraint, making you moan into his mouth. He split you wide before he seated himself fully, starting a pace so brutal and full of desire he would tear you apart with it. He was sinfully long, something that pleasantly surprised you every time, but this was different. This was harsh, unbridled need. And as he rocked his hips into you, you had to fight the need to cry out at how deep he drove, how painfully good it felt.

His kiss got sloppy, so you broke it. “You got a thing for librarians then?” you teased. He didn’t respond, buried beneath his pleasure. You loved watching him let go of his restraint for once, taking instead of giving. It turned you on so bad that you were suddenly willing to forfeit any pleasure of your own just to watch him come apart.

You smiled as you thought of what to say to drive him over the edge. “You like fucking me over my desk, Arthur?” you asked lowly, right into his ear. He grunted and pulled your hips impossibly closer, his pace speeding up and pounding into you so hard you moaned for him.

“Saw this little outfit and couldn’t take it?” you muttered. “Had to be inside me so bad you couldn’t wait, had to take me right here?”

His pace faltered, just barely. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice so shot through with pleasure you felt yourself tighten around him.

With this he leaned you back. He lowered you onto the desk before he straightened, setting a brutal pace and an even more brutal angle that had your mouth open wide with pleasure. He gripped your hips so hard it hurt and slammed into you, and as close as you could tell the man was, you were suddenly fighting back your own high, wanting this to be about him. But you couldn’t help it—he was hitting a spot so perfectly deep within you that you would be reaching your end in seconds.

“Arthur,” you whined, reaching for him, clinging to his arms. His breathing grew labored and rattled through him with that word, and when you were close enough to be straining every muscle in your body, you felt his thumb come down on your clit. You cried out from the sharp pressure and came, clenching down on him as he fucked you through it.

Within seconds, he lost it, coming inside of you with a deep groan of his own. You could only lay there and attempt to breathe—think—again, watching him. He was so goddamn attractive like that, prone and spent. All yours.

His chest heaved with each breath, and he finally met your eyes, smirking when he saw his hat on your head. He leaned over you and kissed you sweetly, lifting you back up as he pulled out of you.

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Sorry it ends a little abruptly but there’s more to the story that I don’t wanna spoil just yet. Hope you liked it and Happy Halloween! 🧡🖤

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

sooo, I haven't written smut in years, so forgive me if this absolutely terrible. I really tried to keep the reader as neutral as I possibly could.

18+ only, if you don't mind.

Also I want to tag @brandnewhuman for being the nicest gremlin wrangler!

I DID IT FOR VINCENT

The fireplace casted a orange tint on wax covering his face.

Vincent sat in the busted armchair, his fingers moving like he was playing a invisible piano. He was uncomfortable, rightfully so. You weren't necessarily pleased about the situation either. Kneeling between his thighs, the rag in your hand extremely close to his crotch. If you made the wrong move, you'd accidentally grope your best friend.

You'd been in Ambrose for a year, after your ex ditched you at Bo's shop. He was dead now, buried underneath the wax museum. Every since then, you've grown closer to the brothers. But Vincent and your friendship was always stronger, shared passions and such.Soon, you became the best of friends.

But now, things felt different. The air around felt thick, intense. It felt intimate.

Shame filled your gut. Now was not the time to be a horny mess, you scolded yourself. Placing the rag back in the pail of water beside you, you wrung out the blood.

A victim got the better of him. Shot him in the thigh. His...smooth,pale, muscular thigh. You never noticed how....built Vincent was.

Choking back a moan, you continued to apply pressure on his wound "Did Bo get him?"

Vincent nodded, looking anywhere but at your face. You couldn't decide if you were pissed or relieved "Good. I mean, I don't really like the violence. But...Self defense, I guess?"You wrung out the rag again "Told Bo I'd take care of you while he finished up business. He didn't say anything about it involving so much blood."

Softly, you wrapped a clean bandage around his thigh. His hands stopped moving, clenching into a fist "Sorry, Vinny. I'm almost down. Just need to...Clean up around the wound. Luckily for you and I both, it was a clean shot. Entry and exit points. Lucky you, huh?"

Another nod. Now this was getting silly. You sighed, slamming the rag into the bucket "Look, Vinny, I don't think less of you because some dick with a gun got the better of you! Just...Fuck, you need to be more careful. If not for your sake, but for everyone else!"

His eyes finally met yours "Just think how devastating it'd be to your brothers. Not mention,me. Like, bitch, I haven't even kissed you yet."

You froze.

Vincent froze.

Hell, your pretty sure the frogs outside stopped.

You began to frantically run your hands over your sweater "I- uh mean. Like in a friend way. Kissing friends, ya know? Friends who kissed together, uh, fuck- No! That's not what they do!"

Looking back up at Vincent, you realized that you were still kneeling between his legs. Swearing, you moved to stand, but a strong hand shoved you back down.

"Vincent, what-" The man ran a finger over your lips. You felt the familiar jolt of arousal within you, watching as he brought those fingers to his own mouth.

A indirect kiss.

Vincent picked up his pants off the ground, ripping a piece off the bottom. He gestured to your eyes, then back to the jean material. You tilted your head "You want me to...put this over my eyes?"

Whatever bravado he had must have vanished, as he suddenly stiffened. You grabbed the fabric from his hands, smiling "Hey man, I never said no. "

The light soon went out as you placed the materiel over your eye. Vincent let out a breath, the sound of his mask hitting the floor. His hands cradled your face, as if you were porcelain.

The smallest touch of his chapped lips against yours. Then another. Then another. Before you could protest at the gentleness, he slammed his lips back onto yours. It was messy, teeth clashing and maybe a little too much spit.

But god, was it hot.

Sinful moans poured out of his mouth, and against your chest, you could feel his cock pressing against his boxers.

You pulled away, smiling at the whimper he made "V-Vincent, please. I need to see you, touch you. Please? Let me make you feel good."

He was still for a moment, before his fingers moved to the back of your head. You pulled the makeshift blindfold away, looking up at him "Oh my god, Vinny."

He braced himself for the scream. The shouts of monster, freak. All those things he heard in his head when he looked into a mirror.

"There's my handsome man."

His eyes darted to your own, trying to decide if you were joking. You smiled, bringing your hands to his face "Vincent, I love you. I always have, ok? I wasn't sure, so I didn't say anything. But I thought I was going to lose you."

You peppered kisses over his face, watching in delight as his cheeks flush. You kneeled back down "Look, Vinny, this is all very wholesome and don't get me wrong, I love this."

You snapped the seam of his underwear "But if I don't suck you off, I think we'll both explode."

“I want it. I want to taste you." Vincent groaned, lifting his hips to help you pull off boxers "I need to feel you in my mouth. I don’t want anyone else. Just you. "

He was certainly bigger than your ex, and thicker. It was a drool-worthy cock, pretty and with a flushed pink tip. Delicious veins on the underside. Your thighs clenched together, trying to relieve the painful amount of arousal.

Vincent wasn't fairing any better. So many questions ran through his mind. How could you, the most breathtakingly beautiful person he'd ever seen, be practically vibrating at the idea of him.He wished he could speak. Tell you every thought he ever had about you. The sinful dreams at night, when he'd wake up to his boxers sticky. The wholesome dreams, seeing you cooking breakfast, helping him down in his workshop.

Your lips against his tip broke him out of his thoughts, his hips bucking up towards your mouth. You laughed, kissing the tip again "I feel like you could come just from this!"

You hand wrapped around his shaft, his moans grew louder. You brought your eyes up to meet his, silently asking for permission.

All it took was a quick nod, and you took him fully into your mouth.

Vincent's hips bucked up again, making you gag. Breathing through your nose, you slowly began to bob your head. Vincent was convinced he had died from his wound and somehow he had made it to heaven. This had to be heaven.

He grabbed the back of your head, guiding you. The sounds filling the room were lewd, and him and you both loved it.

Moans poured out of both of you, the vibrations around his shaft bringing him closer to orgasam.

You took his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your tongue "Y-you gonna come, Vincent? You want to come in my mouth? P-paint the back of my throat?"

Vincent frantically nodded, his eyes watery . You brought your hand up to his face, wiping away stray tear "I did say I'd take care of you, didn't I? Didn't think this was originally what I meant."

He was getting close, you could feel. His thrust into your hand became frantic. You took him fully into your mouth, gagging. You stayed there for a moment, before coming back up with exaggerated slups "Come on, Vincent. Come for me."

You gave his tip a harsh suck, and he came undo.

He braced himself against the chair, hips snapping into your mouth as his cum flooded your mouth. You tried your best to swallow it all down, but it felt like there was so much of it.

His thrusts slowed down, and he breathing steadied. Swallowing down the last of cum, you brought your head, giving the head of his softening cock one last suck.

Vincent grumbled, not appreciating the teasing. Wiping the corner of your mouth, you smiled fondly up at him, resting your head against his good thigh

“That was so fucking hot."

Vincent nodded.

[derelictheretic]

Wips be upon ye again

I was tagged by @clicheantagonist @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @unholymilf @strafethesesinners @aceghosts and @detectivelokis to share a wip!! Thank you beloveds 🥺💕

Tagging @viktor-sinclaire @baldurrs @deputyash @fadedjacket @florbelles @ishwaris @jinfromyarikawa @locustandwildhoney @redreart @shellibisshe @wewillryesagain @bl-beater @jollybone @trashcatsnark @afarcry5fromstraight @bluemojave @shellibisshe

My creative juices have been flowin so I got a whole three things to show off uvu

First Lola wip 👀 (I have half given up on this because I'm not confident in Lola's dialogue/mannerisms yet but it's also cute so who knows)

"I heard we had a newbie!" A boisterous voice sings from the left and the three turn to the doorway of the breakroom, a blonde with pink dyed tips bounds into the room with more energy than anyone else in the whole building had combined. A plastic container in her hands as she shoves past Staci and Joey to stand in front of Dean. Her grey eyes are bright and her pierced smile is breathtaking and infectious. She clutches the container to her chest with one hand and grabs Deans with the other, shaking it enthusiastically as she all but bounces in place.

"Nice to meet'cha rookie, names Lola! You can call me Darling or Your Majesty if you're feeling cute though."

Dean can't help but grin as both Staci and Joey sigh, the high energy from the woman now opening the container a nice change of pace from his slow and dull first week in the county.

"Nice to meet you, my name's–"

"Dean Sinclaire! Australian, twenty five, single, youngest of three kids, no criminal record and owner of a really shitty Jeep wrangler. I'll forgive you for the car because you were playing some bangin' tunes but you're on thin ice—Cupcake?" Lola holds out the container with a cheery smile and Deans tries not to look shaken as he reaches in and takes out a pink frosted cupcake. He knew his file would have some information on him but he had no idea who would have access to it, and he wasn't expecting anyone to list it all off in the middle of the office. Not that any of what she'd said was much of a secret, it was just unexpected.

"Tone it down Darling you're gonna freak him out—she does the background checks on newbies don't overthink it," Joey sighs, shaking her head and offering Dean a reassuring smile. He nods gently and decides to shake it off and take a bite of the cupcake and damn it was a good cupcake. Really good.

"Yeah, yeah i'm the only one tech savvy enough to do 'em, anyway interesting socials you got, don't really scream enforcer of the law if you know what I mean. Why're you here?" Lola takes a bite of a cupcake herself, watching Dean with an intense yet non-judgemental gaze that leaves him feeling unsteady. He swallows the piece of cupcake in his mouth and glances between the three deputies now staring him down, Joey and Staci seeming to want to hear his answer as well.

"Uh… I don't know how to say it without sounding cliché—I just want to help people." He offers sheepishly, suddenly having a hard time keeping eye contact.

"Plenty of other jobs that help people though, why'd you go this route? Is it the gun, it's okay if it's the gun I know you guys don't really get those easy down under." Lola raises the hand holding the cupcake to her mouth, her tone growing hushed in a conspiratorial manner as she offers a squinted, pursed lipped look his way.

"Hah—no, it's not the gun, I'm hoping I don't have to use it if i'm honest but uhm… I don't know it just, ended up this way I guess?" He shrugs gently, not prepared for this line of questioning. Which really he probably should have saw it coming, it's not like it was the one question in every cop movie ever or anything.

Lola nods slowly, humming as if she were dissecting his words in her head, ripping them apart.

"Better reason than Pratt's that's for sure, you'll do fine here. It's slow most days, holidays it tends to get a bit crazy but we'll look out for you." Joey offers another reassuring smile, matched with a welcoming pat to his shoulder. Staci scoffs under his breath, Joey quickly glaring at him to stop any complaints he had from surfacing verbally. Dean can't help but admire the interaction, it seemed like they had a good friendship—maybe in time he'd be sharing similar moments with them as a new guy walked in the door. It was a nice thought.

"You're getting paired up with me so obviously you'll be more than fine," Lola places a hand on Dean's other shoulder and he catches sight of her black acrylic nails, pink hearts dotted along them, "You're like my baby duckling now and if anyone fucks with my baby duckling I'll fuck them up with my car." Her happy tone turns serious in the blink of an eye, sincerity in every syllable and a promise that she meant it in her gaze. Oddly Dean finds the sentiment comforting instead of alarming, it was nice knowing he'd have someone so intent on having his back.

"I'm—Thank you, Lola." He smiles and she shoots a grin back, her vampire smiley piercings gleaming in the office light. She pats his cheek before stepping back and placing an extra cupcake on his desk. 'For later,' she mouths at him, pointing at it as if the other two with them couldn't see exactly what she was doing. As she's closing the plastic container the older deputy Dean had seen sitting at the front desk walks through the doors and Lola lets out an excited squeal, bounding up to the woman with glee.

"Nancy, my baby duckling is here! He doesn't have an accent but he's got the cutest little nose, do we have his uniform yet I wanna show him off—show him the ropes. I'm going to show him the ropes." Lola excitedly buzzes to the older woman, tacking on the last sentence as Sheriff Earl Whitehorse walks in behind her. Dean has to stop himself from laughing as she straightens her poster and blinks owlishly at their sheriff.

Earl shakes his head lightly as she shoots him a less than bashful grin. She tries to offer him a cupcake but he raises a brow at her and she pouts in response, mumbling something about being unappreciated as she walks off with Nancy back to what Dean could only assume was the break room.

And !! More of the jacob/dean fic from the last wip day, I know, me working on the same wip consistently? Shocking

"What did he do to you Rook?" 

Staci's voice feels distant, but Dean knows he's standing in front of the cage—clinging to the bars and probably looking down on him with the same dismay in the others' faces. Their resilient resistance leader was quiet, small, tired. 

"Fuck, your leg—"

They were all scared, Staci was scared. Dean wanted to reassure him, wipe his eyes and tell him he was still getting them out of here. 

"I–I'll get you some bandages, hold on."

But his mind just wanted to rest, shove down every memory of ginger hair and humid nights and stupid towns and stupid dreams and stupid wishes—He wanted to rip it to shreds and destroy every trace that said that motherfucker had ever been something to him. So he laid there on the ground and he stayed quiet. He tried to scrub the images behind his eyelids away, and tried to spit that name out of his mouth. Tried to rip that feeling out of his stupid heart.

Maybe if he was lucky he'd bleed out right now and steal the satisfaction of watching him continue to struggle through Jacob's trials. He could just see the hissy fit he'd throw, tables thrown and paper flying through the air as he cast blame onto whichever chosen shot him. Wouldn't that be funny?

I have a lot of art wips so uhh, peggie!dean and Jacob chillin' while Jo gives a sermon. Giving peggie!dean an alt look entirely based on a cosplay I did and i'm not sorry

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay im giving my fallout ocs their tumblrs back! Hopefully nothing bad happens!

💥 mygenderis-c4 reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

💥 mygenderis-c4

The thorn should let me use my explosives in the ring smh

💥 mygenderis-c4

I mean, they do let me but the spectators stand too close to the edge and end up in the splash zone

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Wait what is the thorn?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its like an underground fight club type of place. Its mostly just fighting angry and irradiated creatures

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Ohhhhh its like spin the wheel at nukaworld on tour! Last time i was there i fought a couple of deathclaws

💥 mygenderis-c4

You fought… a pair…??? Wtffffffff

#seriously whats in the water in appalachia??? #for a carnival game???

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ive got 99 problems and Mr. House calling me a good girl would fix most of them

#if you asked me for an exact number #itd probably be 69 of my problems ;) #marilyn youre a star

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🍀 luckiestbastard

Just got kicked out of the tops. Guess they couldnt handle my swag at the blackjack table 😗✌️

#and thats why the atomic wrangler is where its at!

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⏳ start-startover reblogged uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

⏳ start-startover

Imagine being so down bad for a dead businessman that him giving you attention would solve most of your problems

🧠 big-mt-head

@.uh-ohthemisery we were talking about vagueing the other day. Is this that?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Why are you asking me, sir? Also yes

🧠 big-mt-head

Is she vagueing @.mrhouseownsmysoul ?

⏳ start-startover

Why tf did u tag her?!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oh so little miss “get tf off anon” is vauging me now? Tell me deja, how many times did you kill dean?

⏳ start-startover

Ive made my peace with the failed timeloops. Hes alive now which is more than i can say for house

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ill have you know that mr house is alive and well thank you very much!

⏳ start-startover

Alive? Sure. Well? Now, thats up for debate

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

You leave my husband’s health problems out of this!

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Suzie he literally reeks of formaldehyde

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Arent you dating a stealth suit?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Oh uh look at the time

⏳ start-startover

Holy shit did she just fucking deactivate???

#rip dalcia #was kinda weird that you were in love with a stealth suit #but you were cool nonetheless #until we meet again

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged big-mt-head

🧠 big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady what is the atomic wrangler?

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Do you know what a bar is?

🧠 big-mt-head

Dr. Borous told me about how he would sneak into them while attending American High School. There were a couple in Dr. 0’s movies that he showed me. I think Dr. Dala mentioned people watching at them once or twice.

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Well thats what the atomic wrangler is. I could take you sometime if you… uh… want to research human behavior at bars more?

🧠 big-mt-head

Fascinating. According to my schedule, i dont have any other science activities tonight

#sir i need to know what other science activities you have

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2 reblogged mygenderis-c4

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

New blog, who dis?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Didnt you just deactivate?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Shhhh…

#i was never here

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👄 thecoolerscrewdriver reblogged not-another-guy-podcasting

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#we do need new razorgrain plants #fuck me #ill be coming back with vodka

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Okay theyre losing tumblr privileges again

[wildlife4life]

Temptation Tuesday

Once again have to mention how much I love this new tag game created by the lovely @honestlydarkprincess. Thanks to this tag game I actually was inspired to create one my temptations and its very exciting!

Rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/ ect. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

I was tagged by @ebdaydreamer so here are few ideas that have come to me recently

Yellowstone AU: The Diaz Ranch. Eddie and Buck are kind of like Rip and Beth, but not really. They met on the Diaz ranch when Buck was saved by Bobby after running away. Eddie and Buck fall in love, but then his sister discovers the relationship and tattles to their dad. Buck is sent away to work on another ranch, Eddie tries to adhere to what his family wants for him and starts dating Shannon. She becomes pregnant, Eddie enlist. Eddie comes back after the helicopter crash, Shannon doesn't run, but she does move back to town and has a very strained relationship with Eddie and Christopher who remains on the ranch. When Eddie returns, he discovers that Buck is back working for his dad's ranch along with his new friends Chimney and Hen. Buck's long lost sister Maddie is also there as the ranch's own personal vet. His dad only brought Buck back on because he is the best damn horse wrangler and swore up and down that nothing would happen between him and Eddie. Buck knows about Shannon and Christopher, believes that Eddie never truly loved him and is heartbroken. Eddie doesn't know that his dad sent Buck away, that Buck left on his own. Ramon wants Eddie to take over the ranch, making him work alongside the ranchers, including Buck. Ensue the drama and the two boys falling in love all over again.

The Voice different meeting Au: Buck and Eddie are Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton. Eddie is a country artist, Buck pop rock? Like Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, and Adam Levine type music. Both are coming out of horribly ending long term relationships when they are tapped to judge the Voice. They fall in love and start making music about each other. Even make a song together. The world is freaking out over Buddie, paparazzi go nuts when ever their out together, new outlets have very inside 'dish' and so on.

A possible continuation of my soon to post (keep on the look out!) 6x16 coda future fic. This coda somehow went from like a quick 500 words to 2K. Doesn't sound like I alot, but I literally started it out like a little blurb like my previous codas lol.

Grimm Buddie AU: Eddie is a Grimm and Buck is wesen. (pronounced with a V).

A different Wolf! Eddie and Witch! Buck. Except this time Eddie is given a prophecy as a teenager by another witch about his future mate.

Alright hope that is tempting enough! I am off to finish my coda and I will be posting soon, and not just here. Its big enough that I'll be posting to AO3, so keep an eye out!

No tags from me! Everyone I would like to tag has been tagged! But I would love to see everyone's temptations! Happy Tuesday!

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