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marcia1 · 3 months

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"Jim thinking Arte has drown in the Bathtube"

"The Night of the Glowing Corpse"

(Season 1 Episode 7)

#robert conrad #james west #the wild wild west #the wild wild west tv #jim west #the-wild-wild-west #twww #www #tww #wild wild west

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celestial-alignment · 5 months

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IT'S FINALLY STREAMING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

Right now it's on Amazon Prime, for those of you who have it.

#the wild wild west #the wild wild west tv #robert conrad #ross martin #jim west #james west #artemus gordon

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pursuitoftruth · 1 year

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georgeromeros · 2 months

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Batman - Season 1, Episode 5 (1966) The Joker Is Wild

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passionateabteverything · 6 months

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Good Omens Wild West Headcanons

Based on my cosplays of both Crowley's fem and masc forms

Crowley and Aziraphale head over to America for a couple years on a little "vacation" just to see how the "new world" has been doing since all those years

Crowley quickly becomes a bandit because spreading terror and mischief is exactly his brand of demonism, although he has a peculiar way of doing so

He has a gun but it's only there for decorative purposes, though he has accidentally fired another while staying in America

Crowley's main form of terrorism (apart from the occasional robberies) is untying horses from their reins so that their owners have to run after them (he takes much delight in this absolutely devious crime)

(He also does this cuz he hates the fkn animals)

His bandit name is The Red-Bellied Bandit (a reference to his snake form) and he becomes sort of famous—he's been banned from a few towns, more on that later

One night, while Crowley is doing his Evil Deeds, one of the horses he unleashes bolts onto a renowned criminal that was robbing the town's bank and harming the citizens, ultimately incapacitating the criminal in his escape

The townspeople who saw it happen believed it was Crowley's attempt at stopping the criminal and as a token of gratitude, they elect him sheriff

Crowley agrees cuz government officials are the most corrupt therefore it makes sense that he, a demon, would take on such a role

But in reality, he just wants to keep the townspeople safe cuz he got attached to them

At some point, the town's saloon needs a new owner and Crowley decides to try his hand at business owning (bcuz there is nth more evil than customer service, especially in such a sinful establishment like a saloon where booze, lust, greed, and wrath are involved)

Thus, fem-presenting Crowley manages the saloon she names Eden (totally not as a form of therapy where she can exert her authority over a secluded environment and banish those she deems unworthy, not at all–)

Crowley is then sheriff by day and saloon owner by night

The townspeople believe the sheriff has a twin sister who owns the saloon but they've never actually seen the two siblings at the same place at the same time...

Crowley's saloon is a hit what with great showgirl performances, good music and alcohol

Meanwhile, Aziraphale has been doing his Good Angel Stuff, helping people around, hanging out with vagrant authors like Walt Whitman and Herman Melville

He enjoys visiting Crowley's saloon and soon gets permission to perform there as well

Aziraphale puts on a showgirl magic act while fem-presenting

Any hecklers (or admirers) are forthwith removed from the premises never to be seen again, much to the angel's ignorance

The townspeople see how often masc-presenting Aziraphale visits Crowley's saloon and assume the sheriff's sister is having an affair with the bizarre englishman because have you seen the way they look at one another? And they sometimes share bottles of wine on the upper floor alone—how scandalous!

But the englishman's affection is very clearly directed toward the sheriff as well—but that's impossible for it would be sacrilegious otherwise...

Now remember how Crowley accidentally fired a gun during his banditing? What happened was he accidentally pulled the trigger of a bandit's gun he had confiscated (because his own gun doesn't have any bullets of course)

the bullet ricocheted through the entire town, causing signs to fall, horses to run off, the water cistern spilling, a fire starting, etc.

Because of the utter chaos, Crowley was banned from the town, and neighboring towns as well

This is the one act that made The Red-Bellied Bandit a name worth remembering

Crowley sometimes chills in the desert in his snake form to feel like a true predator in the wild

(He doesn't do it often cuz he gets scared of getting pecked on by a roadrunner)

He loves rattlesnakes and thinks it's so cool they get an instrument attached to them

Crowley is most excited when the railway gets installed in America because it means he doesn't have to struggle with horseback riding anymore

He also spends some time with inventors such as Graham Bell and Thomas Edison (he shares some of his inventor-expertise with them)

Thats all I have for now, please add on any headcanons you have!

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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2 - Being A Mother In The West

Part 3

Love in the Wild West

@hcwthewestwaswcn Co author

Y/n's Pov

Y/N was sitting on the porch, holding a sleeping little girl who was named Eve as she rocked in the rocking chair while she watched the men working the ranch as she stood up when she saw a familiar face, and instantly walked down the stairs of the porch as she saw, the man that left her nearly two years ago as she held her little girl close to her and stood there as she waited for Spencer to approach her once he reached the porch.

Y/N had survived the west, and she was a mother on top of it all. Y/N had given birth to a beautiful baby girl during a harsh winter snowstorm that was particularly harsh on the ranch as she rubbed her little girl’s back as she was just waking up as she stood there while waiting patiently and silently as she wanted to see Spencer but part of her, was also angry and upset because he had left her and their daughter without any word but she knew that his Aunt Cara had constantly wrote to him begging him to come home and everything under the sun as she kissed Eve’s head gently.

Spencer’s POV

Climbing out of the wagon I felt weird being back home. Being in the war changed me more than I'd like to admit. Slinging my shotgun over my shoulder I saw Aunt Cara walking up to me clearly angry yet happy by the expression on her face. "You've got some nerve coming back here after two years, Spencer. I would have thought the first letter I sent you saying that girl was pregnant would have sent you running back here instantly!"

"I couldn't come back here after the war, aunt Cara. I - I'm not the same man." I tried to explain but she smacked my arm like I was a child.

"That doesn't matter. You consider that girl family don't you. Well she needed you and you weren't here. Instead you were gallivanting across Africa. For shame on you, Spencer!" She scolded me watching uncle Jacob ride up to us on his horse.

He tugs on the reins of the horse giving me a weak smile at least that he is happy I was home. “I’m heading into town. Spencer it’s good to see you but you better have a good explanation to that girl. She’s more a part of this family now than when she was five.” He rode off leaving me with her.

I turned my head seeing that aunt Cara was gone up to the house and it was Y/n who stood in front of me instead. She was holding an infant in her arms wearing a simple dress with some pants. Brown boots with her hair loose and a light tan cowgirl hat on her head. “You’ve got some explanation for me, Spencer!”

Y/n’s POV

Y/N held the little girl, her eyes trained on the cowboy who left her high and dry when he enlisted into the war “you left me behind, and i had to deliver our baby by myself” She says, clearly angry as she handed the little girl to Cara as a dizzy spell hits her as she grabbed the railing of the porch as she took a deep breath but she was struggling to breath before she collapsed on the ground as she had been sicker since she delivered Eve during a winter that was harsher than most as she was running a high fever as she was barely breathing as she felt Spencer catch her in his arms as she stirred and looked at him before she coughed into her elbow because she was sick and everything was hurting because she was fighting a deadly flu strain that was making her terribly sick and ill “Spence, take me to bed. I need to rest, it’s the only way that i will get better” She says, her voice hoarse and rough as she tried to breath on her own but failed miserably

Spencer’s POV

Y/n was ranting my head off right before I saw her body stumble so I rushed forward catching her bridal style in my arms. She gripped my jacket in her hands before I rushed her inside the house, not bothering to bother her with questions until she was laying in bed. "Y/n, what happened. Are you coming down with something?" She pulled the covers up to her chest rolling onto her side not saying a word for a second.

"If you hadn't left, maybe you would know!" She grumbled avoiding my gaze before her eyes fell closed and I decided to leave her to rest.

Closing the door behind me I nearly jumped in the air seeing Cara standing in the hallway holding the tiny infant in her arms giving her a bottle of milk. "She got her stubborn side from her daddy. You really messed up when you left."

"How was I supposed to know she would stay or get pregnant with my possible child? She is mine isn't she?" I asked, throwing my hands away from the sides.

Aunt Cara entered a bedroom laying the baby down right before slapping me across the cheek sternly. "You idiot boy. You know very well how children come into this world. What you seemed to forget is how to be a father like your uncle Jacob taught you!" She stomped off with me holding my burning cheek just staring at her. Closing my eyes gently I knew I needed to talk with my uncle.

Jacob's Pov

Jacob looked at his nephew, running a hand through his hair “Can you tell me what possessed you to be so dumb, knocking up that girl and leaving her here alone to raise that sweet baby girl.” He says sternly, he had raised Spencer to be an upstanding man and make sure that he took responsibility for whatever he did and whoever it was with. “You knew that she was alone, and yet you were gallivanting across africa. You need to stop doing foolish things, and get to know her and that baby. Do you understand me!” He raised his voice, he was angry and disappointed in his nephew but he also knew that Spencer was being foolish and had slept with another woman during his time in Africa. "You will make sure that her and that little girl of yours are well taken care of, especially after leaving them alone for two years!” He shouted loudly, waking Eve from her nap as he saw Y/N run out of the house with the crying girl as he ran a hand over his face.

Spencer’s POV

Walking into the barn I removed my hat not wanting to be having anymore arguments today. I felt bad about what I did to Y/n but I was called to go to the war. I couldn't just return home whenever I wanted. Footsteps approached from behind where I saw Jack dismount his horse. "You hurt her really badly. Do you know that? Everyone here had to deal with that and I realized that I care about her too."

"What do you want me to say, Jack? I'm sorry she got pregnant. I didn't think it would happen so easily and we only slept together one time." I turned around to face him holding my hat in my hands. "And if you like her, why aren't you with her now?"

He crossed his arms over his chest answering the question. "Because I found someone else that I loved much more. I am getting closer to marrying her. Plus I didn't think she would want anyone to get close to her after you."

"I'm getting out of here, Jack. I didn’t come home to be treated like this." I grumbled brushing past him until he grabbed my arm holding me back.

We locked a deep gaze as he spoke towards me. "Ain't a thing more sensitive than the heart of a gal. You did her wrong. You need to fix it or I'll make you regret it." I had never seen a side of him like this but he clearly meant business.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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lookslikethatsallthetimewehave · 4 months

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When you get a bunch of weird people to work on a movie together.

True cinema

#they will save the movie industry #poptropica #zomberry island #gretchen grimlock #rj earl #samuel brains #joe puddy #poptropica officer glover #dr. g. romero #harold mews #bucky lucas #daphne dreadnaught #dj saturday nite #cryptids island #wild west island #reality tv island #ghost story island #spook central

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eridanidreams · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon @violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson

Y'all know the score, post if you've got 'em, and if not, just enjoy!

from stars through my fingers like grains of sand

The remains of lunch were scattered across the table. Knowing how even a short dogfight could take it out of someone, Sam had flat refused to let Cait cook. Wasn't like she hadn't already prepared a week's worth of meals already; all he had to do was reheat a few. "I'm telling you," Cora repeated patiently, "we all need secret identities. The sidekick always has a name related to the hero."

"So what are you," Sam teased. "Insectikid?"

"Young Mantis!" Cora countered.

"Too derivative," Sam chuckled. "The Spiderette? The Caterpillar?"

"Da-ad!" Cora gave him an exasperated look while Cait sat back quietly and smiled. "Mantises don't come from caterpillars."

"So what do they come from?" she asked logically.

"Nymphs," Cait offered.

Sam shook his head. "Nope, vetoing that one right now." His daughter was too young to be 'nymph' anything.

Cait tilted her head, thinking, while Sam and Cora tossed even more ridiculous names back and forth—and not just for her. "I don't need a name," he argued. "I'm not the sidekick."

"The fearless partner," Cait murmured, low and amused.

"Auuuugh! Dad, that's not how it works! If you're the partner of the Mantis, you can't be just you! You might blow her cover, or someone could use you to get to her!" Cora got up and was pacing back and forth, throwing her hands around in a twelve-year-old frenzy.

"If I might?" Cait was turning something over in her hands, and she had a wry smile on her face. "I think I can solve both these conundrums." She looked over at Cora. "For you? The Phasmid. Phasmids are related to mantises, but sneakier."

"Ooooh, I know what those are!" Cora enthused. "They're ambush predators that look like other things, like leaves and sticks and flowers!"

"Or in your case, a twelve-year-old girl," Sam teased. "Waiting to strike against any unwary library or bookstore that might pass her way."

"I LOVE IT!" Cora bounced over and gave Cait a hug. Cait, for her part, seemed to be getting used to Cora's adolescent enthusiasm, and returned it less awkwardly than usual. "So what's that?" Cora pointed at the thing Cait was fiddling with.

"Something I found in one of the abandoned bases we were exploring," Cait said, laying it on the table. It was a hand-written card; on yellowing paper, it read:

MERC FOR HIRE HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL SSCOM: 1957PDIN

Sam looked down at it, then back up at Cait, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?" He'd been a fan of the classic vids as a kid, of course, had thrilled to the adventures of Josh Randall, Agents James West and Artemus Gordon, and—of course—Paladin.

She shrugged. "Aren't you always telling me to go big or go home? Besides, we've resurrected one legend today, why not two?"

Sam felt a slow smile cross his face. "I do cut a dashing figure in black…" He slapped the table in sudden decision. "All right. Let's do it. The Mantis and Paladin, partners in anti-crime."

"And me!" Cora piped up.

"And our fearless sidekick the Phasmid," he agreed. Drink packs were awkward for making a toast, but they managed to slosh them together anyway. "May all our victories be as sweet," Sam declared.

#sam coe #fanfic #eridani writes #starfield #caitlyn lynch #stars through my fingers like grains of sand #wip wednesday #josh randall - wanted dead or alive #james west and artemus gordon - wild wild west #the tv series not the wretched movie #paladin - have gun will travel

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ryanmoody · 3 days

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