joe boots



I heard there was a Hogwarts/Mad Max AU floating around? 

Here’s my two cents for that. *throws* This is what happens when I decide to marathon the HP movies over the week and also have a “Little Witch Academia” anime poster in front of my work space.

*lies down* I have spent too much energy and time on this.


#modern art


I Just Want To Go Home | Joe Sugg

A/N: I realised after writing this that I wrote that ‘your tipsy boyfriend fell through the door at 2am’ and proceeded to write about him driving home. I’m obviously not condoning drunk driving, but it was the only thing that fitted with the story, so for fictional purposes please ignore that!! :) x

Joe was awoken by the sound of sniffling, and the rustling of the sheets. He opened his eyes slowly, his mind registering the absence of his girlfriend by his side. He scanned the room quickly to see her sat up near the edge of the bed, her head in her hands.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Hey, come here” Joe spoke quietly, shuffling down the bed to meet you and pulling your hands away from you slowly, forcing you to look up at him.

“I feel so ill” you choked. You were at the Gleam christmas party. You’d been bedridden for a few days prior with extreme tonsillitis, but it wasn’t like you to miss out on a big event, so you’d forced yourself to come. At first you were okay, chatting with people as you ate your dinner. You’d managed about an hour at the party before retiring to bed, your throat burning and your energy levels drastically low. You’d been trying to sleep since 11pm, and when your tipsy boyfriend fell through the door to your room at around 2am, you pretended to be asleep so he wouldn’t worry. And that was why you were crying at 3am. You were exhausted, missing home and in a ridiculous amount of pain.

“Oh gorgeous, come here” Joe sighed, pulling you into his chest as you wrapped your arm loosely around his waist.

I just want to go home” you sniffled against him as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked.

“Yeah” you mumbled against his skin.

“Okay, how about you sit here while I get our stuff together, then we’ll go, yeah? You can have a sleep in the car and I’ll drive” he suggested, pulling away to look you in the eyes, stroking your face.

“You can’t” you protested, shaking your head.


“Cause it’s not fair on you. I don’t want to drag you away from seeing people tomorrow just to drive home in silence at 3am. Also you can’t drive my car, you’re not insured”

“Baby I don’t mind at all. This is what relationships are, being there for each other. If you need me then I’ll take you home, okay? And don’t worry about the car, it’s only a 40 minute drive, probably less at this time of night. It’ll be fine”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes baby”

You sat back in bed as Joe packed up your things. Whilst still under the covers you managed to throw on some leggings and a sugg life hoodie, sipping on your water as Joe got the last of the things from the bathroom.

Once he was done, you both made your way out into the driveway of the mansion you were all staying at, Joe adamant that he was carrying all the bags. He loaded them into the boot as you took your seat in the passenger side, curling your knees up to your chest and leaning your head on the door. As Joe closed the boot and sat down in the driver’s seat, putting on his seatbelt, a thought occurred to you.

“Joe, you’ve never driven my car before” you said, raising your head to face him.

“Yeah, how different can it be?”

“It’s really fast you know” you warned. You hadn’t splashed out on many things since you’d started earning a good amount from your YouTube channel, however you had invested in a ferrari 458 italia roughly 2 years ago.

“Yeah I know, it’ll be fine. It’s just country roads for most of the journey anyway. And the motorway will be dead”

“Just be careful, yeah?”

“I know” Joe rolled his eyes, smiling slightly to show that he wasn’t annoyed, and was instead flattered by your concern.

You leaned your head against the window again and closed your eyes, falling asleep almost instantly to the sound of the engine starting. The next thing you knew, you were opening your eyes in the garage of your apartment complex. Joe had opened the door, and was kneeling beside you, stroking your hair and unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Wake up babe, we’re back” he whispered, partially as it was 4am, and partially to avoid startling you.

“Okay” you mumbled, shuffling in your seat.

“I’ve got all the bags okay, so when we get in you get straight into bed and I’ll bring you some water” he instructed.

He helped you out of the car and locked up, carrying the bags up to your apartment as you followed him. Once he’d unlocked the door, he let you in first and you went straight to bed, still in your clothes from the journey home. You heard him locking the door, setting down the bags in the living room and filling up a water bottle before you heard his footsteps in the room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get out of those clothes?” he asked, placing something down on the bedside table.

“No, I’m cold” you mumbled into the pillow, too drained to give a detailed response.

“Okay. There’s some water and paracetamol there for if you wake up again, and if you need anything else just wake me up, okay?”

“Yeah” you replied.

You heard him taking off his clothes, and felt the bed dip as he snuggled under the covers beside you. His arm wrapped loosely around your waist and he pulled you into him.

“Thank you for looking after me” you mumbled.

“No problem gorgeous, I’m always here if you need me. Try and get some sleep now, yeah?”

“Okay. Love you”

“Love you too”

Toye: I had to make sure you were on top of things 

Guarnere: yeah, I’m on top of things. tied me own boots once last week. all by meself. 


imagine it though. they’re out in the cold, and Bill had to take his boots off, but now he’s struggling to get them back on because his fingers are numb, so Joe sets aside his rifle and gently helps Bill pull his boots on, and then he ties them up real good, and gives him a little pat on the knee. and then after that Joe always helps Bill tie his boots. 


Pearl Hart, née Taylor, (c.1871 – after 1928) was a Canadian-born outlaw of the American Old West. She committed one of the last recorded stagecoach robberies in the United States; her crime gained notoriety primarily because of her gender. Many details of Hart’s life are uncertain with available reports being varied and often contradictory.

Hart was born as Pearl Taylor in the Canadian village of Lindsay, Ontario. Her parents were both religious and affluent, providing their daughter with the best available education. At the age of 16, she was enrolled in a boarding school when she became enamored with a young man, named Hart, who has been variously described as a rake, drunkard, and/or gambler. (Different sources list Hart’s given name as Brett, Frank, or William.) The two of them eloped, but Hart soon discovered that her new husband was abusive and left him to return to her mother.

Hart reconciled with and left her husband several times. During their time together they had two children, a boy and a girl, whom Hart sent to her mother who was then living in Ohio. In 1893, the couple attended The Chicago World’s Fair where he worked for a time as a midway barker. She in turn developed a fascination with the cowboy lifestyle while watching Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. At the end of the Fair, Hart left her husband again bound on a train for Trinidad, Colorado, possibly in the company of a piano player named Dan Bandman.

Hart described this period of her life thus, “I was only twenty-two years old. I was good-looking, desperate, discouraged, and ready for anything that might come. I do not care to dwell on this period of my life. It is sufficient to say that I went from one city to another until some time later I arrived in Phoenix”. During this time Hart worked as a cook and singer, possibly supplementing her income as a demimondaine. There are also reports she developed a fondness for cigars, liquor, and morphine during this time.

A story of this period claims that while in Phoenix, Arizona, Hart ran into her husband. He convinced her to come back to him and move to Tucson. Once the money she had saved ran out, he returned to his abusive ways. The story continues by saying that when the Spanish–American War began he volunteered for military service. Hart then shocked observers by declaring that she hoped he would be killed by the Spanish. A variation of this story has Bandman instead of her husband leaving Hart for war.

By early 1898, Hart was in Mammoth, Arizona. Some reports indicate she was working as a cook in a boardinghouse. Others indicate she was operating a tent brothel near the local mine, even employing a second lady for a time. While doing well for a time, her financial outlook took a downturn after the mine closed. About this time Hart attested to receiving a message asking her to return home to her seriously ill mother.

Looking to raise money, Hart and an acquaintance, Joe Boot (whose name is probably an alias), worked an old mining claim he owned. After finding no gold in the claim the pair decided to rob the Globe to Florence, Arizona stagecoach.

The robbery occurred on May 30, 1899 at a watering point near Cane Springs Canyon, about 30 miles southeast of Globe. Hart had cut her hair short and took the highly eccentric act, for a Victorian Era woman, of dressing in men’s clothing. Hart was armed with a .38 revolver while Boot had a Colt .45. One of the last routes in the territory, the run had not been robbed in several years and thus the coach did not have a shotgun messenger. The pair stopped the coach and Boot held a gun on the robbery victims while Hart took $431.20 and two firearms from the passengers. After returning $1 to each passenger, she then took the driver’s revolver. After the robbers had galloped away on their horses, the driver unhitched one of the horses and headed back to town to alert the sheriff.

Reports of the next few days vary. According to Hart, the pair took a circuitous route designed to lose anyone who followed, while making their future plans. Others claim the pair became lost and wandered in circles. Either way, a posse led by Sheriff Truman of Pinal County caught up with the pair on June 5, 1899. Finding both of them asleep, Sheriff Truman reported that Boot surrendered quietly while Hart fought to avoid capture.

Following their arrest, Boot was held in Florence, Arizona, while Hart was moved to Tucson, the jail lacking any facilities for a lady. The novelty of a female stagecoach robber quickly spawned a media frenzy and national reporters soon joined the local press clamoring to interview and photograph Hart. One article in Cosmopolitan said Hart was “just the opposite of what would be expected of a woman stage robber,” though, “when angry or determined, hard lines show about her eyes and mouth." Locals also became fascinated with her, one local fan giving her a bobcat cub to keep as a pet.

The room Hart was held in was not a normal jail cell, but made of lath and plaster. Taking advantage of the relatively weak building material, and possibly with the aid of an assistant, Hart escaped on October 12, 1899, leaving an 18-inch (46 cm) hole in the wall. She was recaptured two weeks later near Deming, New Mexico.

Hart and Boot came to trial for robbing the stagecoach passengers in October 1899. During the trial, Hart made an impassioned plea to the jury, claiming she needed the money to be able to go to her ailing mother. Judge Fletcher M. Doan was shocked and angered by the jury’s not guilty finding and scolded the members for failure to perform their duties. Immediately following the acquittal, the pair were rearrested on the charge of tampering with U.S. mails. The pair were convicted during their second trial, Boot receiving a sentence of thirty years and Hart a sentence of five years.

Both Hart and Boot were sent to Yuma Territorial Prison to serve their sentences. Boot became a prison trusty, driving supply wagons to prison chain gangs working outside the walls. One day while driving a wagon he escaped and was never seen again. At the time of his escape, Boot had completed less than two years of his sentence. 

The attention Hart had received in jail continued once she was imprisoned. The warden, who enjoyed the attention she attracted, provided her with an oversize 8 by 10 feet (2.4 by 3.0 m) mountain-side cell that included a small yard and allowed her to entertain reporters and other guests as well as pose for photographs. Hart in turn used her position as the only female at an all-male facility to her advantage, playing admiring guards and prison trusties off of each other in an effort to improve her situation.

Hart’s release from prison came in the form of a December 1902 pardon from Governor Alexander Brodie. The reason for this pardon, given on the condition she leave the territory, is unclear. At the time, Hart claimed she was needed in Kansas City to play the lead in a play, written by her sister, about her life of crime. A later rumor emerged in 1964, following the death of all potentially involved parties, alleging Hart was pardoned because she had become pregnant in a manner which would embarrass the prison. There is no evidence Hart ever had a third child so this rumor, if true, may indicate a successful ploy upon Hart’s behalf. Upon release from prison, Hart was provided with a train ticket to Kansas City, Missouri.

After leaving prison, Hart largely disappeared from public view. She had a short lived show where she reenacted her crime and then spoke about the horrors of Yuma Territorial Prison. Following this she worked, under an alias, as part of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. In 1904, Hart was running a cigar store in Kansas City where she was arrested for receiving stolen property. She was acquitted of the charge.

Accounts of Hart’s later life are sketchy and contradictory. One common story has her returning to the jail in Tucson 25 years after her imprisonment to visit the jail cell that once held her. Likewise, a census taker in 1940 claimed to have discovered Hart living in Arizona under a different name. Folklore from Gila County claims that Hart returned to Globe and lived there peacefully until her death on December 30, 1955. Competing claims place her death as late as 1960.