[goodboybubba-blog]

Does your brother Chop-Top have a crush on anyone?

Janis Joplin

[goodboybubba-blog]

Bubba paused hitting his head and took a step back. He was getting dizzy... and the heel of his boot came down on a box on the floor with a crunch-squish.

“Leave! Y-you can’t leave! You uh, huh--just got here!” Chop-Top grabbed the blond man by his sleeve then he looked down to see Bubba lifted the crushed box off the floor.

Bubba lifted the lid and in dismay he saw the smashed cake inside. He looked from the cake, to Chris, back to the cake, and then to his brother. The poor man was just trying to be kind and Bubba felt his heart swell warmly even against the fear of outsiders. It wasn’t often they came across people who were kind to them. He shut the lid to the cake box and began to hand it back to Chris, then paused, taking it back and holding it close to himself. It would be rude to give it back now even though it was ruined. It was still a gift. He wanted to show his appreciation all of a sudden so he held the box close and petted the lid as though stroking a cat or one of the hens that liked to nap in his arms on warm days. He tilted his head at Chris hoping he could convey that he was sorry for the trouble, and grateful.

Chop-Top narrowed his eyes at Bubba, still holding onto Chris’s sleeve.

“He brung us a gift?” Chop-Top yanked the box away from Bubba, forgetting to hold onto Chris. He opened the lid and dipped his fingers into the squished cake to taste some of the icing.

Bubba was still shifting his gaze back and forth between his brother, and Chris, not really meeting their guests eyes but still taking him in curiously. Was he supposed to give a gift in return? Bubba hadn’t been taught much about these things but he had a good feeling for caring for people... though... not outsiders. He gnawed his lip anxiously, unsure if what he was going to do was right or wrong, if he’d be in trouble, if Chris would even like it... but then why wouldn’t he like it?

Bubba held his hand up and flapped it so the bracelet on his wrist made of tiny bones and teeth rattled. He liked the noise that it made and he liked to finger the smooth little pieces when he needed something to touch to calm him down. But he had a couple more tucked away with different bones and patterns so letting go of one would be okay. Wouldn’t it?

He fiddled with the home-made clasp on the bracelet and finally managed to get it undone. He hunched making himself smaller, feeling shy all of a sudden, and unsure. He held the bracelet out timidly towards Chris as a gift in exchange for a gift and maybe an apology too.

He was certain this wasn’t quite right, that they were supposed to just do away with the young man, just like the others. But Bubba didn’t want to hurt him even though he was still afraid of so many things--especially the rebelliousness of his decisions--he was always quick to be obedient to what he was supposed to do for the family. He’d never hesitated before. He’d never even thought of it.

[goodboybubba-blog]

:O Some of those Conway Twitty songs are a little risky hmm! What other romantic/sexxy songs? Naughty!

[goodboybubba-blog]

More music please? I'm enjoying.

[goodboybubba-blog]

Hi Bubba. I want to know more about you if you don't mind. Can you post some music that you like? Maybe several songs?

[themoontookourvibe]

[illbreakyou]

[roadkillandcrows]

I got Instagram! Will be posting a few old pictures I’ve posted on here already till I’m up to date! Go follow me @ roadkillandcrows https://www.instagram.com/roadkillandcrows/

[goodboybubba-blog]

(AU Sally didn’t escape everything else is the same)

Drayton pulled his truck up the curb at the hardware store. He glanced to the passengers seat where Bobby bounced eagerly and he regretted his decision to bring his younger brother. Sometimes it was still difficult for Drayton to remember that he was so different after coming home from the war. Before leaving he’d been the most put-together member of their family but the war had left him with problems–but at least it had left him.

Drayton frowned for a moment in irritation as Chop-Top lit the end of a hanger and then used it to scratch at his wig. Dumb thing looked like a dead squirrel on top of his head… but then Drayton’s frown lightened. How long had he feared that Bobby wouldn’t come home at all? At least he was here now where he belonged back safe with the family.

“Give me that,” Drayton said, yanking the hanger out of Chop’s hand, “you go doin’ that in the hardware store, why, people gonna stare and we don’t need any extra attention or questions, ya hear?”

“I want it back!”

“Soon as we’re back to the truck,” Drayton said, and let himself out.

Drayton put the hanger into the back pocket of his pants for safe keeping. It shouldn’t take long and they shouldn’t draw any attention. He only needed to find a pipe elbow so he could fix the kitchen sink. Bubba had been busy the night before with butchering a couple of kids who had shown up on the road and come up to the house for water for their overheated car.

But when he’d finished up late at night and gone to drain the bucket of blood down the sink it ran out onto the floor from a hole that had rusted into the elbow of the pipe. There’d been yelling from Drayton and squawking from Bubba was then demanded to clean the whole awful mess. It was one thing not to take the boy to task for leaving blood splatters on the walls of the room but a flood of blood on the floor couldn’t be ignored.

They headed into the hardware store where Drayton smiled and attempted to chat with a couple of people just to keep up normal appearances–not out of any real interest–but he was largely ignored and given the looks they were getting from the men hanging around the store they were not exactly welcome. Best to get the part quickly and get out.

Drayton found what he needed and placed the curved bit of pipe onto the counter with a ‘clunk’ to pay. Chop-Top used the moment to grab his hanger from the back of Drayton’s pants and he scratched at himself with a relieved grin.

“Sorry, Sawyer,” said the man behind the counter as he rose from a stool where he’d been seated, “but we ain’t gonna sell nothin’ to ya,” he sniffed, “too many rumors floatin’ ‘round town ‘bout you and your fucked-up little family.”

“Rumors?” Drayton asked with a nervous laugh.

“Hey, who you callin’ fucked up?” Chop-Top asked sliding around the side of his brother and waving his hanger at the man.

“All Sawyers is fucked up. Bad seeds. Somebody ought to get out to your place at night and burn it all to the ground with y’all still inside… especially that retard used to work at the slaughterhouse. There ain’t one of you worth dog shit,” the man snarled.

“Hey! Hey! That’s my brother and don’t you call him that!” Chop-Top shouted, immediately taking Bubba’s defense.

“Hush,” Drayton said, attempting to keep some sort of control of the situation. But Bobby was fired up.

“Who are you to talk to us like that! Look at this here!” Chop-Top yanked his wig off to reveal his scraggly hair and his metal plate. “You talk to a–a Vietnam veteran that way? Refuse to sell to us? Kiss my plate, dog dick!”

“Now, now, he don’t mean no harm–” Drayton was still attempting to appease the store owner but Chop-Top grabbed the bit of pipe from the counter and dashed out the door with it.

“Ya damn fool!” Drayton yelled after him while scrambling to leave money on the counter.

The entire ride home Drayton berated his brother for being foolish enough to steal when the store owner was already threatening to come after them. He slapped his brother in the head a couple times about his carelessness and gave him a long lecture about how they needed not to draw attention to themselves. To Drayton it seemed that it was getting harder and harder to hold everything together and now that Bobby was home and they were all together again he wanted only to make sure that no one else would break them apart now. What they had was fragile–there was always the chance someone would find out and break their world apart.

[thatwitchrpblog]

Man, what a trouble…

And that even bevore noon!

It has still been quite early when the situation in the hardware store escalated, and got out of controll.

Well, almost out of controll!

Luckily nothing really bad happend, no one has been injured or got into a serious fight, but it could have end up like this if you‘d take a look at the raising anger, and the constantly higher getting provokement in resentment!

And after this surely everyone in town had something to talk about, and gossip around over the events in the morning.

But luckily it’s just thtat!

Thats what the people here do,

it‘s what they always do!

Especially about the sawyers of course,

since the family is know here but pretty infamous.

And not very welcome as well!

Everybody is giving them dirty looks, and looking down on them.

Just thinking the worst,

and think of them as dirty redneck and rat pack.

It seems to get worse, and becoming even more insults and bad mouthing by day as they already are.

Not even the mayor or the sherrif are doing anything about it!

They are mostly even involved themself, insteat of stopping this behaivior and all this wrongdoing.

Just like in this case!

When the store owner came back in, and got back into his shop after chasing them out, still muttering insults and curses he surely should be suprised to see the mayor of the town in his store, ready to buy something from the shop since he is standing right on the counter place.

The tall man, who was pretty skinny is grinning under his mustache wich was supposed to be blond, and had a golden color once but is spicked with gray and white hairs now, since the man got into his older days, and surely is‘nt the youngest anymore.

Even he was shouting insults after the sawyer man, even if they are already outside and just driving away in their truck so right about to leave!

But the mayor seemed to have his fun cursing them, and wishing them just the worst, bevor he turned into a warming greeting with the store owner so the both man welcome each other with a brotherly hug and give themself a warming pat ot the back!

They sure a pretty close, and seem to be good friends of each other!

And they surely got one thing in common:

A good family name, and the hate against the sawyer family!

It‘s obvious that the both man think of themselfs and their familys a lot more, and see themselfs as something better than this worthless scum!

They opely talk about ‚that dirty trash‘ in the worst way, not even trying to keep their voices down or mind their mouth, and quick got into a real chitchat about the sawyers, so they openly gossip about them.

Soon the blonde eldery man with the sharp blue eyes turned away from his good friend, amd store owner, to face a young boy right next to him who was standing next to him like the whole time and just being quiet and minding his own buisness

„Listen up boy!“

He called out, to get the attention of the boy and bring him to raise his head and looking up to the elderly man

„Now, a watson is never with a sawyer!

You hear me, do you understand?!

Even you should get this“

The mayor sighed in frustration against the boy,

clearly not too enthusiastic toward to him,and then took a deep breath bevor he faced his friend again and turned to him.

Starting to talk about that he got his nephew over, and took him in over the holidays so he could see something else than the gray big citys he lives around, and learn something about good old hard work, but he got interrupted!

„Would you kindly shut your mouth uncle,

Like…

Please shut up, alright“

The young man just raised his voice in a still pretty calm and controlled way, but surely kinda angry and pissed on!

But he didn‘t stop there, oh no now he continues!

He starte to talk about how ashamed his uncle and his coward of friend should be about their fucking behaivor, and messed up attitude, and how bad they should feel!

Talking that bad about someone who already served their country, and fight for it in war.

And how much more worthless these scumbags right bevore him are looking down on people just like that, talking dirty about them just because…

Because of what?!

Their family name?

Because they didn‘t have it that good as some people?

Thats shit!

Because he saw everything, and also hearded everything.

The young man was in the store already with his shithead uncle when this friend of his thought he could easily insult these two man earlier,in the scene right before.

And he just didn‘t understand that, he couldn’t get the heck out of this situation, i mean what the hell?!

Surely they are in a small town, and everyone know everybody and just this little town energy but that is no excuse to be an asshole around here!

It couldn’t be normal to just be a shithead like this around some specific people,

but that seemed to be pretty normal for the people here…

Speaking up like this surely got him some furious looks from the both man, looking back at each other, then back to the boy…

Happy family day!

Oh boy…

That will be some looong long holidays, being with this family, with his uncle and urgh…

This confrontation in the store sure got him into a lot of trouble with his uncle!

His uncle was pretty angry with him, and white with rage after HIS nephew, the nephew of the mayor behaved like this, and got attitudes like that!

Well, the young man didn‘t cared too much about this shouout from his uncle, and wasn‘t that intrestet in what he had to say to him.

He knew right aways that this holidays are gonna be shitty, and it wouldn’t be the best vocations after he have to spend these with his uncle and his family!

Also, he just maked his opinions clear, and stood up for something he belives in.

His uncle is always telling him to do so, and be a man, and so on and on and on…

I think its pretty clear that it isn’t the harmoniously family energy here!

He didn’t know yet, and had no idea in time but against his family are the sawyers pretty bondet to each other, and be there for another and care!

His family is just shit…

But later more!

They day go on, and passes by until the suns lowers in the early evening hours.

Whatever the sawyers got to do around this time, surely having their evening routine as well as family, they got surprisingly and unexpected interrupted…

A knock on their front door!

And snother knock!

A took some sort of time, but after a while the front door opens and:

Suprise!

The young man was standing right there, right bevore their door, looking up from his watch around his wrist after he checked the time to see why nobody opens up around 5 a clock in the noon, since he thinks that it is still a pretty early time and not to late to interrupted somebody by going to bed and just about to go to bed

„Oh…

Well hello“

He smiled a little nervous,

When he twitchy straighten his backback around his shoulder to hold his back eight in playe

„I uhm…

I‘m sorry to just show up like this,

But ehm….“

He tried to clear his thought, while he is thinking about how he could probably start

„My name is christopher!

Christopher watson,

But please call me chris!

I am just here to apologize in the name of my family, mostly in the name of my uncle and his asshole of friend from the hardware store…“

He paused, bevore chris start talking again

„I know this must be strange, but uhm…

What happend today there just wasn’t right, and shouldn’t be left open as wrong as this went“

Chris didn’t even quite know what he wanted here, or what he expected or wantet to do he wasn’t so sure about this anymore.

But he was sure about the idea not to be like his uncle, simce he never really liked the way he treat people and deal with them, so…

[goodboybubba-blog]

After fixing the leaky sink Drayton had gone back to the gas station leaving the boys at home. They were entertaining themselves by listening to records and playing a game of checkers that had the pieces replaced with bones: one team painted black and the other left natural. Bubba tended to win their checker games because since coming home from the war his brother couldn’t focus on one thing for long to save his life. Bubba took the opportunities when Chop-Top was distracted rambling on about this or that to cheat and move some of the pieces or take some off of the board entirely.

“Hey... wait a minute... didn’t I have a piece there?” Chop-Top pointed to a blank space on the board and eyed his brother suspiciously over the tops of his glasses.

Bubba’s eyes grew round and innocent and he put his hands up in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture and shook his head.

“You’re sure?”

“Ibby ibby!” Bubba said.

“Hmm...” Chop-Top considered his move while Bubba smoothed his tie.

Then there was a knock at the door. They both stood up so quickly the knocked the little bone table and checker board over sending pieces sprawling. Chop-Top ran to the door while Bubba fretted over whether to clean up the mess or go to the door with his brother. It was better if he wasn’t seen and yet Chop-Top might need his help to get rid of their visitor.

“Stay here, stay here, I’ll take care of it!” Chop-Top called to Bubba before opening the door just a crack to see who was there.

The young man on their porch began to speak immediately even introducing himself and telling Chop-Top his name as though they were friendly neighbors.

“Oh uh... Chris, okay. Far out thanks for stopping by apology accepted bye!” Chop-Top made a little waving gesture, speaking frantically and just wanted to be rid of the visitor, he was about to shut the door when Bubba pushed him out of the way, grabbed the kid by the shirt, and pulled him into the house.

“What are you doing Leatherface ya big idiot? I was almost rid of him!” Chop-Top cried, “now he’s in the house!”

“Ee rib eega me iddy!” Bubba answered.

Both men began to bicker breifly, Bubba in his own gibberish, which Chop-Top seemed to understand and reply to.

“He didn’t see nothin’ just standing on the porch! You paranoid bitch!” Chop-Top sighed.

Bubba slumped his shoulders and hung his head a little managing to look apologetic but it was too late now.

“Well what are we gonna do now? We can’t have him for dinner! I mean uh... well... he wouldn’t eat dinner with the likes of us. That’s the mayor’s nephew,” Chop-Top hissed.

Now Bubba was really afraid. He’d gone and messed up big time. He’d brought someone into the house who they couldn’t do away with the way they could with a random stranger. Bubba whined and turned to the nearest wall and began to hit his forehead against it.

[cumberworld44]

I really like all the bone art in TCM so I thought I’d do some. At the same time, I’m tryin’ out a penning style I saw someone on DA do.

[goodboybubba-blog]

Childhood Friends - closed rp

Bubba chased the chickens through the tall grass and giggled behind his cloth mask as they squawked and scattered. Brown, white, black, birds darted this way and that. Drayton had sent the twins out to fix the hole in the fence surrounding the hen house but they’d gotten distracted by jabbing at a dead raccoon instead and were now chasing each other around with the innards.

Luckily the chickens didn’t seem to like Bubba chasing them and most of the escaped offenders ducked back through the hole and into the pen to dodge him. But one brown hen skittered off further away.

Bubba continued to chase her calling after her as she just continued to take off through the tall grass clucking in irritation.

“Bawk bawk uh mee!” he cried stumbling around after it until they’d gotten a good distance from the white farm house and beyond their property.

Finally the chicken paused to peck something in the dust and Bubba grabbed her carefully and held her in his arms. He stroked her back and admonished her lightly in a string of words that would seem like nonsense to those who didn’t know better.

“No bawk nuh ay gud,” he muttered to the hen who pecked at a loose string on his shirt sleeve and then at the shiny clasp on his overall strap.

Bubba was about to turn and head back when he noticed someone watching him. He froze still.

Outsiders were bad and who could be watching him? What would he do if they came closer? His heart pounded hard around the edges of panic. He wanted to run but couldn’t seem to make his body do anything but stand there staring… and then the panic edged back a little when he realized the person watching him was a child–probably about his own age.

He sighed with relief and sat down in the dirt with the chicken in his lap to try to calm himself down until the panic was completely gone and the awful shaky feeling left his insides alone. He pet the chicken to help and wiggled his bare feet and watched the movement of them instead of the child for several moments. Then he glanced up briefly when he felt brave enough and gave a small wave.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to wave, to offer some contact no matter how small, but even with his brothers around Bubba sometimes felt lonely and on the occasions he was taken into town other children seemed afraid of him, and the grown-up strangers would pull them away if Bubba tried to go near. Out here there were no adults to interfere and he wondered if the little girl would be afraid of him too.

He lifted the chicken in both hands suddenly having a good idea: surely the girl would like to pet his chicken! Who didn’t like chickens?

[lemmekissprettystabbymen]

Alisa sat alone on the ground, tracing shapes of all kind in the dust with her finger tip. Stars, circles, faces, hearts, animals… The dust was soft and hot of her hands, it was a nice feeling. She hummed to herself quietly, very quietly because the little girl learned that it was best to stay silent. Nobody could hear you, you didn’t make any mess, and no harm could be done to you.

She wiped the dust off her hands on her already dirty t-shirt. Mommy won’t get mad, she thought, if I clean up before she notices i’ll be okay. Just as she looked at her drawing, proud of the result, she heard cluckings… And giggles.

She looked to the side when the noises came from, and panic went through her as she saw a masked little boy running after a chicken, catching it in his little hands.

She stayed completely still, looking at him with wide eyes as he babbled words to the hen. It seems like he didn’t see her yet, maybe she had a chance to walk away? Her hopes faded away as their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a moment.

She didn’t know what to do, what was he gonna do to her? Was he going to scream? Hit her like the other kids? Her siblings told her she looked like a monster with all those white patches on her skin, and her two differently colored eyes. She knew she looked ugly, and people don’t lile ugly things.

She turned her eyes away, afraid of what could happen.

Alisa then got startled when she heard the boy shift, glared out of curiosity and calmed down a little as she realized he was only sitting down, the chicken still wrapped around his arms. Now it was less intimidating, the boy as at her level, not above her where she was vulnerable.

A silence set between them for a few seconds, and Alisa took this opportunity to study this new person. A little boy, about the same age as her, dark hair and brown eyes… And a cloth mask covering his face. Suddenly, Alisa’s fear was replaced by curiosity. This boy was… Interesting.

The boy waved nervously at her, and after a small hesitation, she waved back slowly, still staring at the boy’s features. Was this okay? She didn’t know what to do, so she simply followed his movements, trying to communicate.

She wasn’t allowed to talk to strangers, dad was clear about it… But he would never know… Maybe she could bend the rules a little, just once.

She jumped a little when he lifted the chicken in her direction, suddenly confused. Did he wanted her to touch it? She made a small distressed noise. She was never allowed to go near the chickens at home, her big brother was the one taking care of them… What if she messed up?!

But she had to admit… She always wondered how feathers felt like on her hands…

Curiosity grew stronger than fear once again, and she approached cautiously on by walking on her knees. When she was close enough, but still at a safe distance, she approached her hand but stopped mid-way.

She tilted her head at the boy as if to ask permission, and also questioning if she was doing this right by making a small interrogating noise.

[goodboybubba-blog]

Bubba gave a small nod to encourage the girl. It was okay to pet the chicken and surely she would love to see how soft the feathers were. He made a happy sound back at her to tell her it was okay.

While he held the chicken for her he took in the way that she looked–dirty but so he was he, that was just normal, with spots on her skin, and two different colored eyes when Bubba briefly looked at them. He couldn’t look for long at other peoples eyes.

As she stroked the feathers he chattered away at her forgetting that he didn’t speak to strangers and instead telling her all about the chicken, what it’s name was, how many chickens lived in the hen house, what all of their names were, and how the rooster was mean and if they didn’t need it to make eggs they’d probably eat it. Though how did a rooster make eggs when it was always the hens that laid them?

Bubba always helped to collect the eggs in the mornings so he knew.

He seemed not to mind that she wouldn’t understand him.

[lemmekissprettystabbymen]

When the boy nodded, Alisa shyly touched the feathers with the tip of her fingers. She was hesitant at first, because she feared that the chicken might get angry and attack her. She eventually realized that the bird remained calm, so instead she focused on the new texture on her skin.

She had touched feathers before, but not this much at once and never on a living chicken. It felt soft! She liked it. She began to run her hands through the feathers on the chicken’s neck, enjoying the tickling sensation. A smile appeared on her face.

After a moment, she explored the animal further and inspected the beak, the wings, the crest… When the hen made a funny noise, she giggled lightly. It was decided, she liked chickens ! She didn’t stop petting the bird until her curiosity was satisfied.

Alisa listened carefully to the boy despite not understanding everything he said. He seemed to be happy! And he was being nice, so she let him ramble all he wanted. The young girl nodded or quickly glanced at him from time to time to show that she was paying attention. She couldn’t translate everything, but she understood from a few simple words that he was talking about his other chickens.

She felt more comfortable now, trying her best to concentrate on his rantings. She often bit her nails, her thumb or chewed at her hair, focusing was easier when she had something to chew on for some reason.

[goodboybubba-blog]

Bubba stopped speaking after a few moments, realizing the girl couldn’t understand him. It was strange--his family always seemed to know what he was saying. But in order to keep himself occupied while she took her time stroking the soft feathers he just imitated the clucking noises of the hen. Pigs were better for sounds--they made the best squeals.

Not be able to communicate with her he felt a bit shy and awkward and kept his eyes on the ground. He licked his teeth and moved his lips without speaking for several moments as he thought about how to go on. He should just go home and leave her but it made him feel very sad to be so close to having a friend and yet unable to communicate. He tapped he temple of his mask several times and then decided to let the chicken go. I wouldn’t go too far and he needed it to be out of his lap.

It wandered over to the girl and pecked at a loose thread on her shirt. Bubba leaned forward, his knees in the dust, and using a fingertip he carefully spelled his name in the dirt. The letters were leaning, and wiggly, and poorly drawn but if she could read she’d be able to make them out though he had written them facing himself rather than facing her. He patted the bib of his overalls eagerly to indicate that the name in the dirt was his. It’s me! He smiled nervously from beneath his mask hoping that she could understand him.

[cabbagingcove]

MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!

We got'cher meat!

From B. Heller products booklet on how to cure meats.

[marinatedduck-blog-blog]

This is awesome.

[ardatas-aesthetic]

Texas Chainsaw Massacre stimboardfor @bloodyfemmes

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[roadbread]

[coffeecloudy]

Let big girls feel small.

Let them feel soft.

Let them be enveloped in the arms of the ones they love.

Let them feel precious and protected.

Let big girls feel small.

[cherrycolamlm]

fat men are so fucking handsome. fat men who love men are gorgeous i love them so much. @ fat men reading this ur lovely and ur allowed to love ur perfect bodies!!