#arthur writes

[blackwatercowboy]

Aight everyone, who wants grilled carrots and who wants grilled sausage?

[peptodismaltruck]

who wants to read my noah centric character study of the gangsey

EDIT: She's done!!! Link in the reblogs <3

[blackwatercowboy]

We have run out of carrots to grill, and the sausages are running empty too. I am deeply happy that they ran out. less for me to take back home.

[blackwatercowboy]

I, uh.... I sort of found out that. I've never been good at riding, it's been my horse compensating for me. How do I recover from the shame.

You ain't the first, and you ain't gonna be the last. I wasn't born a perfect horseman either.

Biggest question is how you wanna ride. Do you want to ride for competition? For something else? What sort of saddle are you using, if you are using one at all?

Either way, You may need to adjust the way you sit. I ain't perfect at it neither, I slouch too much. The issues you have when you're tall enough to hit doorframes every so often. Legwork is important. Gotta try to keep the heels down, maybe see if you can get some spurs or crops. Don't kick 'em hard. They're just there to help you get your gestures longer. You don't hurt 'em with the spurs.

[blackwatercowboy]

You shouldn't invite trouble like that, you know. She's ex-Plasma, and still kind of... strange, isn't she? I mean, after all that she's done for them, you'd think she'd have the decency to at least be normal.

Listen... That girl? She's just tryin' to get by. If anything, she invited trouble in by associatin' with us. See, we ain't good men. We ain't good women neither. We're bad. We robbed, we burned, pillaged we did too. I got a gun, and you best believe I used it before. And not on the wildlife.

To make it plain for you. I killed folk. I killed more folk than live in some cities here. I ain't proud of it, but I ain't so sure you can call it ashamed either. Her bein' strange, as you put it? She ain't nothing in that regard. She's just a lady tryin' to get by, and by all that is good and true on this earth, she could do with less of the likes of you.

Go and take a hike, before I find out who you are and make you.

[blackwatercowboy]

Hello.

I apologize for the 9% chance of abducting Miss Fluff, as she calls herself here. However, I would like to speak with her.

~Faceless no-one

Excuse me? Nine percent chance of abduction? What is this, some kind of strange joke?

[blackwatercowboy]

you don’t have much rice in unova, do you?

Feller, I'm from America in the year od the lord 1899. Rice was something I knew, but not something I had often on account of traveling and throwing meat in a pot being easier than carrying bags of rice.

[blackwatercowboy]

Pelipper mail: a pinup calendar clearly marketed towards gay men. It shows shirtless men in a variety of scenes— swimming, reading together in bed, baking with nothing but an apron on.

i- oh god above and devil below, those are scandalous- stop laughing, abigail-