my pinterest feed is 90% matt dillon because of how often i stare at his face for reference and honestly how do you do it
Well for starters I only partially reference Matt Dillon for Dally, since I like to mix the book and the movie for mine- idk that I have very much to say about how to draw him outside of my Dallas reference sheet, but here’s this:
I referenced this picture of Matt Dillon as Tex McCormick for both of these drawings, and you can see that the Tex drawing on the left is much truer to the reference than the Dally drawing on the right. Dally is paler, “washed out”, scruffier, sharper-edged, and less “innocent”/bambi-eyed. I push the angles more on Dally than on someone like Tex- I mean even with just the plain lineart they look pretty different from each other, yk?
So yeah, I dunno, I draw him by pushing off of a base of Matt Dillon and then…fucking around, kinda. Making him more pointed and elfish.
do you ever think about the fact that tex killed his brother and he will never know it was his brother he killed. do you ever think about what would mason do if he knew.
warnings!⚠️: substance use (chewing tobacco), mention of underage drinking and smoking, cussing, peer pressure, mention of throwing up
summary: Tex tries chewing tobacco at the hands of Johnny and he likes it (oneshot)
a/n: heyyyy, I hope yall enjoy this one because I had to do some research for it lol. The title popped in my head (it’s a line from “boys round here” by Blake Shelton) and I KNEW I had to write about it. Kinda wrote this strictly for the title….
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Tex and Johnny always took a smoke break during lunch. Every day, on the dot. Well, technically it was just Johnny’s smoke break, Tex didn’t smoke. Although he thought it looked cool, he was scared he would get in trouble so he was just there since he’s Johnny's best friend.
Today was different though, instead of being outside, Johnny was in the cafeteria. Tex saw him and looked at him with a suspicious look. “Takin’ a break from smokin’?” Tex asked, half teasingly and half curiously. “Cole said that if he catches me smokin’ again, he’s gonna whip my ass,” Johnny chuckled. “Well, what are you gonna do now? Just quit cold turkey?” Tex asked. “Nah, I got an alternative.” Johnny looked around before pulling a can of Grizzly out of his shirt pocket. “Damn Johnny, where the hell did you get that?” Tex asked curiously. “The same place I got my cigarettes from. I made friends with the corner store owner that’s on the other side of town and he lets me get them.” Johnny explained. He opened the can and the faint scent of the chew filled the air between them.
“Want a pinch? It’s on the house. Plus, wasn’t your birthday not too long ago?” “My birthday was six months ago,” Tex chuckled as he took a small pinch of the tobacco. He had never been one to get into trouble. He’d never smoked before and he didn’t get drunk for the first time until he was about 15. “And then you place it in between your gum and your lip,” Johnny instructs. Tex does as told and he ends up with a small lump in the front of his mouth. “Could use a little work,” Johnny comments. “It’s a little bitter, don’t ya think?” Tex says. “You just gotta get used to it.” Johnny replies. “Whatever you say..”
Tex shifts in his seat as he starts to feel a small buzz. It’s nothing big, getting drunk feels crazier to him. “This ain’t gonna make me do nothin crazy, is it?” Tex asked nervously. He couldn’t be caught under the influence at school, dad or mason would kill him! “Nah, you’ll just get a little buzz,” Johnny reassured him.
What Johnny didn’t tell him about is the nauseous feeling that would hit him in fifth period, where he sprinted to the bathroom, the buzz now gone. “Goddammit Johnny,” he muttered as he hurled.
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A day or two later, Tex found himself sitting in his room craving that buzz again. “What has Johnny done to me?!” He wondered. He thinks about it for a minute before deciding that on his way to the ranch, he’ll stop by the corner store that Johnny goes to to get his fix, just this once.
He walks into the corner store, his heart beating fast. This place is on the other side of town, so nobody should see him that knows him. The older man at the counter greets him as he walks up. “Could I get a can of dip?” Tex asks softly. The man behind the counter chuckles. “Son, there’s all kinds of chew back here. Are you even old enough to buy it?” “Well, I’m a friend of Johnnys, so I was wondering if you could….” Tex trails off, not sure what to call it. “…set me up.” He decides. “You mean Johnny Collins?” The man asked. “Yessir,” Tex replies. Sometimes he gets nagged at by his friends for having such manners, but he can’t help it. “Alright kid,” the man grabs a specific can that looks just like the one Johnny had. “Your total is 5.97,” “For one can?” Tex asks. “Yeah son,” the man replies. Tex reluctantly forks over six dollars from his pocket and grabs the can.
Once out to his truck, Tex gets a pinch of the chewing tobacco and puts it in his lip, this time putting it more in the side of his mouth. Once he was all set, he stuck the can in his shirt pocket and headed for the ranch. This time, it felt like he was buzzed for longer and he was less nauseous.
He worked and worked on the ranch with the dip in his mouth until he couldn’t stand the sensation. He quickly scooped the pinch out of his mouth and threw it on the ground. That’s when he heard a vehicle pull up. It was Mason, who must have just gotten home. “Texas!” Mason hollered excitedly. Mason was the only one who got to call him that without getting hit. “Hey mace,” Tex said, hoping Mason didn’t see him spit the chew out. He had forgotten about the can in his pocket, he had a habit of doing that. “Say Tex, what’s that in your pocket?” Mason asked probingly.
Tex knew he had been caught. He decided that maybe if he played dumb, he’d get out of it. “Where?” He asks. “Right-” Mason pulls the can out of Tex’s open shirt pocket, “here.” “Oh, cmon mace, I was-” “don’t give me that “mace” shit right now Texas McCormick.” Mason sounded pissed, just like Tex knew he would be. Damn it to hell with his forgetfulness! Mason’s anger must have radiated onto Tex, because when he opened his mouth again, his voice was cold, a tone that shocked even himself. “I was holdin’ it for Johnny,” Tex protested. “Boy, I watched you spit that dip out on the ground, don’t lie to me!” Tex instinctively backed away as Mason yelled at him, thank god there was a scorching hot gate separating them, he remembered perfectly well what happened the one of the last times he and Mason fought. Mason sighed as Tex backed away. “Texas come back, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he sounded more hurt than anything, and Tex slowly reapproached the gate.
“If I catch you with this type of thing again, I’ll make it hurt,” Mason threatened. “Yes sir,” Tex said. He wasn’t sure why he was using such manners to his brother, just something about the way he talked he guessed. “I know you’re a little busy, I love you.” Mason said, the can still in his hand. “I love you too,” Tex said. As Mason was walking away, Tex hollered after him, “you ain't gonna tell pop, are you?” Mason shook his head and chuckled. And then, shockingly, he chucked the can at Tex, who did not catch it. Tex picked up the can and thanked Mason. “Well, you paid your money for it, so I figured it was right,” Mason smiled and got back in his vehicle and drove off.
Worst fucking rizz ever. (Pretty much canon). Gen shakes in his boots if a pretty woman walks by
He tried asking Mason for advice with pickup lines a few times but genuinely was a horrible idea
Masons as bad wit women as he is (Mason might be gay but Tex is completely oblivious)
He'd 100% be one of those guys to make voices for dogs. He talks for them
For any animal in general. He thinks it's fun
If he had social media his posts would consist entirely of people and animals at weird camera angles (mostly Negrito but also he took sooo many photos of Lem's baby like that)
If he ever got another horse and Mason didn't he'd still miss Negrito (Negrito was his heart horse ong) but I think he'd miss going for rides with Mason more
Like to believe he went on to be a buckle winner at rodeos like his dad
Also btw not a head-cannon but I think about Tex and Mark being implied half siblings so often btw.. I like to wonder what their relationship could've been if the events post twttin didn't happen. <- love unfriendlyghost's au
Actually the WORST driver if he's alone or with a rowdy group.
He's kinda forced to concentrate if he's driving a girl or somebody but alone? Jesus fuck he's taking up like 4 parking spaces somehow.
He's worse if there's a lot of people in the car cuz then he can't focus well either.
Type of guy to turn his music down cuz he can't see
Backseat driver. Yes my guy, Mason knows the turn to take to get to McDonald's you do not have to tell him.
Kinda guy to be like "you could've made that yellow light 😒😒😒"
His insta story would be so crowded cuz he's sharing like any cool rock or stick he finds trail riding
Like a dog bringing you sticks but instead it's reels.
"Hey Mason did you see the reel I sent you :D" "which one you sent me 50..."
He'd also send the MOST ominous messages on accident just cuz he couldn't be bothered to write the full thing or got distracted.
Was a bit late coming home riding Negrito one day and Mason sent him a text asking him if he was alright and he just responded wit "can't come home."
Mason was so fucking panicked thinking Tex got thrown of Negrito and hurt or something. (Tex got caught up because Negrito was refusing to cross a river he'd crossed hundreds of times before)
