#bandit.

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@duran-duran-esq said: you got it, buckaroo.

moonlighting: pilot.

his hip is cocked to one side, his thumbs slotted into his belt loop, his sunglasses shading his eyes, his toothpick lazily dangling. he's the very model of the mythology surrounding the bandit. the legends are true.

well, most of 'em. embellising is not only accepted, but encouraged.

"sure thing, miss big'n'tall. won't budge an inch 'til your return."

[1995hotties]

I’m matt and I’m always thinking about how sparkling water is basically just water with a little glitter thrown in.

📩 @1995hotties

[spoopytellerss]

bandit: if your name is robin you’re a lil bitch

me, looking at robin: those are big ass fact!

[doompatrolway-blog]

Bandit Lee Way, you came into my life nearly 8 years ago, and I’ve been thankful for every moment. You’re beautiful and loving and the best little girl, and I’ll stand by and do what I can to give you the best life growing up that I can. I love you.

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@zeveth

he squints. snowman squints. carrie squints. even old fred squints, though, as a wrinkly hound, his expression is perpetually pinched into a squint. 

carrie chirps up: “ reckon we got time t’ go’n help? “ 

he spares a glance at the dashboard. no, they don’t. not if they want to do this job in eighteen hours. bandit’s never one to back down from a challenge. that would be an insult to his ego. he sets his jaw to tell them they ought to keep going, when --

then, snowman, hollering: “ well, i’ll be darned! bo, pull over! pull over, it’s yazoo! hell, i ain’t leaving a pal high’n dry. “ 

sure enough, that vehicle is unmistakable. so is it’s driver, elbow-deep in the guts of the engine. carrie hops out with snowman when he’s barely got the damn thing in park, and he wonders when the two of them became such bosom buddies. shit. 

sauntering up like the greatest asshole who ever lived this side of the mason-dixon he is, bo spits a wad of tobacco to the side and stops beside his passengers. (snowman, god love him, had to use everything within him not to bundle that crazy little woman into the tightest bear hug imaginable. carrie had her head tipped like a confused little dog, trying to size this woman up. colorful characters, indeed.)

finally, bo speaks, sardonic as always. “ how d’ya do, yazoo? “

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@haloclub

the toothpick in his mouth, taken from the little dispenser at the counter when he paid for his meal, has turned nearly soggy. he contemplates this as he gnaws on the wood, splintering it on his tongue. he spies a man holding his thumb out on the side of the road. once he pulls over on the shoulder of the road, he rolls down his window. “ -- where ya’ headed? “

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@moonaffair

bandit places a mug in front of virote, one of those ubiquitous off-white ones smuggled from some roadside pit stop.

"trucker coffee. it's three times stronger. good for a hundred miles."