*reluctant yeehawing*

private and selective statesman original character. **not part of a squad.** please read my pages. Written by Lulu Est. 10/7/17

[statescowboy]

indie, selective, and private multi-muse blog.

my old as shit son has been moved to here

[statescowboy]

statesshitpost:

Trina smiled at him hug, maybe in spite of herself. Ken was not the cuddling type. Which was fine, she wasn’t either. She hadn’t been not in years. But this small gesture meant quite a bit to her. And she felt eased in the action.

“Oh hushya,” she said, her smile warm like sun shine in winter.  “How’d I get so lucky to have sucha kindly ol’ man look after me?”  she teased before patting his hand and getting up. “I ain’t had a  thing all morning. Coffee sounds great.”

“Soon as you figure that out, you let me know.” Getting to his feet as well, Kenny slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a sly smile coming to his features as he looked at Trina. “Great, let’s go to IHOP. You can pay for all the blueberry syrup I’m gonna use.”

[statescowboy]

statesshitpost:

“I’m just shitting you, I’m on so much right now. I finger, see?” She held up the casted middle finger. “It hurts like a motherfucker.”

“...did they have to sew the damn thing back on? What’d they give you so much drugs for?”

[statescowboy]

statesmanmary:

“I was actually thinking the fireworks one, but bombs work, too, I guess.”

“Bombs are just better fireworks. Unless you’re on a mission, then bombs suck. Right up there with landmines and headshots.”

[statescowboy]

statesmanmary:

“I was thinking of a text with a congratulatory emoji, actually. Postcards are so dated.”

“Are they? Explains why daughter sends ‘em right back,” he snorted. “The congratulatory emoji is the bomb one, right?”

[raylans]

You make me pull, I’ll put you down. Goodbye, Raylan Givens.

[statesmanmary]

@statescowboy

“Oh look, there goes all the fucks I had, Kenny. Look at them go.”

[statescowboy]

“Your fucks and my fucks seem to be eloping. How great for them, should we send ‘em a postcard?”

[agentkahlua]

          ❝ His fist is big, but my gun’s BIGGER                      He’ll find out when I pull the trigger. ❞

[statescowboy]

statesshitpost:

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I assure you.”

“Y’can’t seriously be tryin’ to tell me this is you completely sober...please don’t tell me that.”

[filmtvgifss]

[startshxtwithme]

What do you think my muse smells like?

[statescowboy]

Hospital Starters

[ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! :]

"Hey, you're awake!"

"Where am I?"

"You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."

"Don't try to get up. You're safe here."

"I hate this place..."

"How could you do this to yourself?"

"The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"

"You really came..."

"I told you I would be here when you woke up."

"How many tests did they do on you?"

"If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."

"When are they going to let you leave?"

"They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."

"What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."

"That's what happens when you're dying."

"It's probably time to change those bandages..."

"You aren't in pain, are you?"

"You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."

"That would explain why I feel terrible."

"I thought you were dead..."

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"I didn't know it was this bad..."

"I may not live much longer..."

"I'm dying..."

"You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"

"I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."

"I want you to know that I'll miss you most."

"Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."

"I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."

"I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."

"If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."

"Don't abuse that call button!"

"You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"

"Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."

"I get to come home today."

"Did you fill out the release forms yet?"

"They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

[statescowboy]

statesshitpost:

Oh no, oh no no no. He was getting that look, and she couldn’t stop it. She’d seen the look before. Kenny just looked like a kicked puppy some days and she was horribly weak for it. Not in the sense that she wanted to kiss him all over, not that he wasn’t attractive and she wouldn’t - but she digressed. She was weak because she wanted to  p r o t e c t  him from it. But these were things he did to himself.

“But that wasn’t your fault, Ken,” it was, but okay. “You can’t be in two place at once. You’ve done good work, long before ending up doing what we do.” That part was true. “Better than just being too RICH and Cowardly™  to parent.” She pointed towards herself “She’s not going to end up like me.”

He’d at first been giving her the stink-eye, mostly because he knew Trina was simply pandering to him, and despite her intentions being good, and words true, it didn’t make him feel any better at all. But then she’d finished up and he gave her a crooked half-smile, draping one arm over her shoulders as he brought her in for a tight hug even though the contact made him highly discomforted.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, Trina... ‘Side from your strange as hell humour, anyway,” he then let go of the embrace once he thought it had been held for long enough, fingers reaching up and pushing his hat back as he scratched at his widow’s peak. “You had you some coffee yet?”

[fuckinlasso-blog]

                                        This is not what I call a KENTUCKY WELCOME.

[goodknightgalahad]

@statescowboy

“Mead, isn’t it?” He leaned his weight against the rainmaker, his expression guarded, though curious. “Champ mentioned you were to escort me, though he neglected to tell me to where.”

[statescowboy]

“It sure is, and I sure am -- however, you’re interruptin’ me havin’ breakfast. So, either si’down and shut up, or come back in an hour.” Kenny was too damn tired to deal with the failed lepidopterist so early in the goddamn morning; he’d slept like shit, and what sleep he did manage was riddled with screaming and gunshots. “An’ you try one move with that thing,” he pointed with the index finger on the hand holding his coffee. “An’ I’ll happily make use of the alpha-gel in my hat. Get me?”

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[statescowboy]

statesshitpost:

“She conned you out of santa gifts for years, didn’t she?” It only made sense, given what she knew of him. It was also a deflection. She was always deflecting. She was always turning away from real feelings about real issues if they were her own. It was easier that way.

Kenny saw the deflection for what it was but let it go; if Trina didn’t want to talk about her apparent lack of faith in those around her, who the hell was he to force her to do so? He’d given the Statesman appointed psychologist the runaround doing the same thing.

“Nah, she didn’t need to con me out of anything... I gave her whatever she wanted, and even some things she didn’t. Felt guilty, I guess, for not bein’ there for her as often as I wish I coulda been.” But he couldn’t really control when he’d got leave or not, something that had slowly driven he and Sanura apart until they simply divorced.