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Hello my fellow Wild Wild Westies! I’ve made a discord for this tiny little fandom so we can stay in the loop about incoming fanworks and discuss the show!
Please join if you are interested!
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Why Do Old-School TV Duos Have SUCH MLM Vibes?!
I think there’s something very specific about the formula and writing style of non-serialized/semi-serialized shows from the 60s to 80s that featured two grown men going on wacky dangerous adventures that makes my gay little literary analysis brain go absolutely off the wall bonkers. I’m trying to figure out why!
I’m writing this on my Trek blog because I don’t think this pattern in people actually shipping these types of relationships the way they do if fandom as we know it wasn’t born via TOS in syndication. That being said! I also think it has to do with the way these shows are designed that makes myself and others OBSESSED with a specific character dynamic that feels (to me) damn near impossible to replicate in modern television. In a way that’s more than just fandom, it’s in the way TV like this was written at the time!
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I think what it usually boils down to is this. There’s a charming protagonist whom without the series could not operate, frequently top billed or the title character! (See: Wild Wild West, Starsky & Hutch) BUT he doesn’t have anyone to play off of! So what do they do pretty much every single time? Give Mr. Idealized Vision of Time-Period Masculinity For Genre a second guy to rhyme with!
See but the other guy has to play opposite but parallel to our hypermasculine protagonist. So what frequently ends up happening is that in order to play off our “normal” guy, even though he’s also a white dude, is that he’s still somehow Other.
They’re always perfect for each other, and they always get into scenarios that would be written, shot and interpreted by conventional audiences as romantic IF either one of those characters were a woman! Especially at the time these shows were made in.
If the one is aggressive, the other is gentle. If the protagonist is violent, his counterpart is intellectual. If the one is stoic, the other is emotional. Which (while one size def doesn’t fit all) usually makes the second guy come off as much more queer-coded (and sometimes other minorities like neurodivergent/disabled etc) than the other because of the traits associated with masculinity vs gayness at the time! Our prime examples in these gifs are Spock, Hutch, Artemus, and also *BJ!
*(M*A*S*H is a bit of a unique case since the show flirts with queerness more openly in ways that people more into the series have explained better than me but I think it still fits the formula I’m discussing.)
Here’s the thing though right? We’ve got two best friends, and the show NEVER really feels right if one of them is missing unless the focus of the story is how A & B operate without each other while trying to find the other one. They stick with and rescue each other unfailingly in scenarios that might destroy a regular friendship.
Hell, there’s often stuff that would emotionally/physically destroy a regular person/character in modern media. But because it’s not serialized they always seem to pull through seemingly through the power of friendship alone or dealing with it off-screen! Emotional consequences? Yuck! (Unless it’s M*A*S*H or Starsky & Hutch, like I said, not monolithic)
Here’s the thing that some people might say throws a wrench into the interpretation I’m discussing. What about the absolutely non-stop parade of conventionally attractive women the main protagonist (and less frequently the supporting man) goes through?
I would reply: how many of those female characters actually emotionally impact our protagonists as characters long term?
The answer is of course, because it’s NOT serialized, almost none! Kirk can watch Edith Keeler get killed by a car accident and still be making eyes at Spock the next episode. Hawkeye can have a “life changing” romance with a Vietnamese humanitarian woman, then share a blanket with BJ next episode like she never existed!
The Doylist explanation of course is not just the fact it wasn’t serialized but also just, constant, blatant 20th century sexism. Which SUCKS!!! As well as not wanting a long term love interest to throw off the character dynamic of our duderagonists. It’s the 20th century tv equivalent of bros before hoes.
However the Watsonian explanation always seems to result in no love interest EVER being more important than what the two protagonists have no matter whether you think they’re queer or not. No attractive woman could make our reputed babe-hound protagonist abandon his buddy. There’s no earnest romance our more queer-coded supporting man doesn’t end (or get ended for him) often for the protagonist’s sake.
Now some of these women are incredibly well written and straight up GOOD matches for our guys. So why wouldn’t they get involved in something long term UNLESS!! They were in love with each other the WHOLE time?
What if protagonist (frequently the babe hound) doesnt know he’s queer, or knows but doesn’t know he’s in love with his bestie, or any number of similar fruity explanations? The supporting man also runs into this explanation but people tend to believe he’s already aware that he’s queer but either also doesn’t know he’s in love or is keeping it to himself because time-period homophobia and/or thinking (probably not unreasonably) that babe hound is straight?
Between the inherent closeness of being narrative foils. The regularly scheduled life or death drama creating sometimes insanely romantic (in the narrative if not a literal sense) drama between the two. The revolving door of weekly women they never seem to get attached to enough to leave one another. The non-serialized nature resulting in sparse personal information/history about the protagonists as a result.
I think between the very NATURE of the way tv shows were written at the time. Plus the way fandom was shaped by a dynamic that has rippled through how media works and is interpreted by fans for decades upon decades. It’s not hard to imagine getting really emotionally invested in the possibility of the protagonists being in love is a fantastic way to enjoy the media!
In conclusion, it’s really fun and easy to go “these bitches gay! Good for them good for them!”
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they don't tell you this, but the reason they release hq promo stills is specifically so you can do studies of your faves kissing
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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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Not sure if this is the best way to do this, but I’m looking for some fanfic recommendations on the following -
DS9 - Garak/Bashir
Wild Wild West - Artie/Jim
I have only just found out about AO3, but I literally don’t know where to start, so if anyone has any recs I would be eternally grateful.
#hit me up#recommendations please#star trek#fanfic#ship fic#the wild wild west#Jim/artie#james west#artemus gordon#garak x bashir#Jim x Artie#garashir#julian x garak#star trek ds9#ds9#star trek fic#wild wild west
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Bob Conrad I love you. I love that you chose to make that face and move your hands like that. Were you ever a gay icon? You're a gay icon in my heart.
#wild wild west#jim west#artemus gordon#bobby c plays 'man's man who also is simultaneously effete and bisexual' so well. so well#my gifs#and in www he just. he looks at artie like. he looks at him like he's a delicious slice of cake. and i love that
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it’s remarkable how many of my ships experience fantastic tropes in canon:
sharing clothes!
hurt/comfort!
emotional hurt/comfort!
sharing a bed!
height difference!
one or both experience nightmares!
so many fanfic ideas, so little time. and energy.
#amanda rambles#my dumb thoughts#artemus gordon/james west#hm murdock/templeton peck#steve rogers/tony stark#fanfiction#fanfic#canon#artie/jim#face/murdock
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James West & Artemus Gordon “The Wild Wild West”
“Soldier”
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The Death Stare
Summary: How much are James West and Artemus Gordon willing to sacrifice, in order to prevent a stolen experimental lethal virus to fall into the wrong hands?
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”WEST!” Thomas Gabriel was intently scanning the area, gun clasped firmly in his right hand and the left arm keeping a solid grip around Artemus’ neck – cowardly using the agent as a human shield. A trail of blood originated from Artie’s right eyebrow, the gaze from the normally warm brown eyes was slightly dimmed and unfocused following the hard blow he had previously received. Artie’s hands were now cuffed in front of him, but despite this restrain, he still weakly struggled to pry the arm away from his throat to get free, but the other man did not even flinch at his futile attempts. The chains kept clanking, as Gordon was harshly steered around on wobbly legs by the armed goon, down the main street passing through the heart of the abandoned eerily town, constantly moving jerkily, making it near impossible to shoot the armed man without first hitting the agent.
”I KNOW YOU’RE SOMEWHERE IN THE CLOSE PROXIMITY, MR WEST! IF YOU DON’T COME OUT THIS INSTANT, AND WILLINGLY HAND OVER THE VIRUS TO ME, YOU WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR MR GORDON’S IMMINENT SUFFERING AND DEATH!”
”JIM, DON’T-”, Artemus begun, but the muzzle was immediately moved from his temple to below his cheek, forcing his head to lean back, silencing him with an accompanied gentle hush.
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Read the full story here:
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~ Kangelane_Wild Wild West 🤓📚📖
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Jim and Artie, The Wild Wild West
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When I say I was not PREPARED. I mean, I had seen gif sets of this clip before but I was NOT prepared for the AUDIO. Oh my god poor Artie!
The Night of The Death Masks really was Artemus's terrible no good very bad day. He gets betrayed, drugged, kidnapped, shot in the leg and then is led to believe he killed his boyfriend best friend!
The dropping the gun and then to his knees in despair, the terrible little "oh no's" and the way his voice breaks when he says "Jim". The closest we get to this level of sad before then I think is in Druid's Blood where Artemus is very visibly trying not to break down while Jim is seemingly gravely injured and comatose.
But what REALLY gets me in this scene is the sobbing, which is wild considering by that point Artie knows Jim isn't dead! A testament to how good of an actor Artie/Ross is!
I mean it's really difficult to get crying/sobbing to sound right when you aren't actually crying let alone look real and he does both. He's actually shaking and everything, you can feel it, I feel like some actors even today forget we cry with our whole bodies, and he does.
That's really impressive. Especially considering the fact that art hadn't exactly been perfected for TV or film yet. Male characters in particular considering how such intense displays of sadness were rare (unless somebody actually died) and even then it was kinda hit or miss at times. I'm just so impressed.
Acting (good acting anyway) tends to lead you to pull from real life experiences to put emotion into your performance. I can only imagine Artie just sort of, unpaused the emotional reaction he was having when he really thought Jim was dead in order to convince Stark and Co that he still believed it.
It would've been really easy for them to have played this scene for laughs. To let Artie play up the crying as a comedic bit, but neither Ross nor the director took that angle I really love that.
The emotional depth of Jim and Artemus's relationship is really well displayed in how this scene was done. Even if part of it was a ploy and they jump back into the action-adventure shenanigans right after. It's really well balanced, and in a time where it feels like a lot of TV writing has lost touch with when to be tender/intense and when to be funny this scene just really stuck out to me.
I really do love this show.
#wild wild west#the wild wild west#artemus gordon#artemus#jim west#james west#ross martin#robert conrad#jim/artie#jim/artemus#the night of the death masks#the night of the druids blood#tnot death masks#tnot druids blood#vintage television#1960s television#meta#meta analysis#wild wild west meta
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Cool News Guys
Guess who finally has an AO3 Account?! MEEEEEE!
Am I slowly but surely putting all of my Captain Pike x Reader fics on there? YES!
Would it be awesome if y'all checked it out? ALSO YES!!
BEHOLD :D
All of my Star Trek stuff is under IchayaLovesYou as a pseudonym of my main account! My non-trek (BG3 and WIld WIld West) stuff are under my main account.
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Sicktember 7: “A Cry for Attention”
Jim West/Artemus Gordon/Wild Wild West
Jim would be glad to get back to Washington. Arte was driving him crazy with his grumbling about their current situation, as if it was HIS fault the Wanderer was under repairs. They were traveling from Kansas City to Washington on a regular train. You would think the man had never ridden on a regular rail car before.
Jim was very good at tuning out the sounds around him and sleeping wherever he was. The Army had taught him that. Arte apparently hadn’t honed those skills. Either that, or it was just his high-strung nature that kept him awake more than Jim. They were seated across from a woman and her three children, who were taking advantage of their mother’s exhausted state to play up and down the narrow aisle between the car’s seats. They weren’t really being bad, just energetic.
Suddenly the mother awoke and began to whimper, which rapidly turned into a low keening as her eyes grew wide. Arte rose quickly and leaned over her, realizing as he did, that she was heavily pregnant, a state which her skirts had hidden unless one was close to her.
Arte suspected the sounds she was making were a cry for attention, and he was right. “Ma’am, I’m a doctor. Is the baby coming?”
She nodded her head as she began to pant. “It’s not time yet. Do you have laudanum?”
Arte shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t ma’am. My name is Dr. Artemus Gordon. What’s your name?”
“Mrs. Peter Jameson. My first name is Lucinda.” Meanwhile, Arte was doing an external examination and had come to the conclusion that he would be delivering this baby soon.
Arte turned and nudged Jim awake. Like all military men, Jim was awake and aware instantly.
Arte told him what was happening, “Find out where we can take her for some privacy, because unless I miss my guess, that baby isn’t going to wait much longer…maybe an hour or so. We need towels and I could use some back up. I’d like to get her moved before her water breaks.”
Jim nodded and practically sprinted to the door to track down the conductor. In a short time, they had Mrs. Jameson moved into the conductor’s quarters, and thankfully, the birth was proceeding normally, although it was much too late for her to receive the requested laudanum, even though Jim had managed to track down some from a fellow passenger.
Besides, Arte was loath to use it, as he had a theory that the medicine would transfer to the babe when suckling. It wouldn’t be good for either mother or child, though his theory was not a popular one.
In any event, Mrs. Jameson gave birth to a healthy baby girl with whom she was well pleased, and Artemus had to admit to Jim he was glad they had been on that particular train. After all, it wasn’t every day one became a god father, was it?
The End
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The afternoon was dishearteningly fruitless. Jim tried to telegraph the closest military fort for reinforcements. The connection was severed by what was assumed to be deliberately downed lines somewhere outside of town. Phones didn’t exist yet, so New Athens was isolated without any hope of calling for aid. The telegraph operator barely got the last, failed click out before he bolted.
By the time dusk fell, Cassidy darted through the street, futilely trying to rally the remaining people. He begged them to stay instead of leaving their town to the scum, but no one listened. Taking horses, carriages, carts, wagons and anything which rolled, they were getting out faster than fleas from a drowning dogs’ back. Before dawn, the population could number less than a dozen.
Recycle was happily crammed into a space smaller than a few closets she’d seen. The scope of the Secret Service operation came out when she learned the room was on loan to Artie as part of his wages for playing the piano downstairs. Evidently he was undercover using the name Joe, arriving a week ahead of James to gather information.
The room came with a bed, chair, small dressing table and it would have made most people claustrophobic. To Recycle, it was cozy until James wanted to change clothes. “What?”
He pointedly stopped undressing when he got to his pants.
“Oh! There it is!” She lit up like a lighthouse and practically pounced on him.
“There what is?” Jim demanded in confusion, holding his arms out and looking down at himself.
“The mechanism up your sleeve with the derringer attached to it. How does it work? Does it cock the gun on the way by or do you do it manually? Can you reset it with your shirt still on? How do you activate it?” She couldn’t remember if actual sleeve guns came out until WWI or WWII but they didn’t exist yet. He also wasn’t using anything like a modified Welrod pistol.
“If you think that’s interesting, you should see what he has in his boot heels.” Artemus commented without turning around from his post at the window.
“Really? What? Are they hollow?” She eyed his feet.
“Artie? Don’t encourage her.” James took a few minutes to set the gun sleeve while Recycle watched in fascination “Patricia,” he finally said after patiently answering a dozen questions.
“Hmm?”
“Would you mind?” He twirled a finger in the air like he was stirring something.
I don’t mind. It’s a nice view.
She was surprised how compactly muscular he was . “ No wonder your reflexes are so fast and you hit like a –” She stopped herself before saying truck, “horse kicks.” Evidently he was also modest? “Alright. Sorry.” She turned her back and joined Artie.
“James,” Artemus commented, not taking his attention from the street, “I do believe you were just evaluated by our lovely guest.”
“I think I was, too.” Jim buttoned his trousers. “Would you like to check my teeth?”
“Not particularly,” Recycle snorted a laugh, pleased to find James had a sense of humor. She grinned slowly at Artemus and bit her lower lip. “You think I’m lovely?”
“Of course I do!” Artie put just the right amount of flare, humor and playfulness into the protest to carry sincerity. He lifted her hand to kiss it.
Recycle giggled like a schoolgirl and blushed. “Thank you. I’ll gladly take a compliment from a handsome man.”
“So he’s handsome,” James mused, “but you’re interested in my boots? You may turn around now.”
Recycle glanced over her shoulder, wondering if he owned anything other than blue clothes. If she hadn’t seen it, she wouldn’t have known he changed. “You’re handsome and you know it.” Rivalry, even between best friends? Some things were universal no matter if it was humans, wolves or Garou. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t have a line of ladies waiting for your attention. I just happen to like something a little different.”
Artemus had a more open, inviting, good humored charm which attracted her. Brains were also a turn on any day of the week. Jim was smart, but Artie was on a different level.
“So,” she decided to get back to more immediate problems. “What’s going on out there?”
Pulling back the corner of the curtain for a better view, Artemus shook his head. “That telegraph clerk sure spread the word in a hurry.”
James put his ascot into place. “I'm afraid even Cassidy can't keep them here now they know we couldn’t reach the army.”
“The mayor is trying, but they’re scared. Some of the people down there have kids so I’m surprised they stayed as long as they did.” Recycle couldn’t blame them for protecting their families.
“Do you think Trayne knows who we are?” Artie’s question went unanswered for a split second.
James and Recycle’s attention snapped toward the door the same instant Artemus twisted in the direction. The floor creaked and James moved with quick, concise grace, grabbing a rifle and tossing it to Artemus. “I think he wants to find out how much we know, Artie, before he makes his move.” Revolver in hand, hammer back, he yanked open the door. “Care to join us?”
A tall woman stumbled over the threshold, putting her back against the doorframe. “I'm sorry.” Her eyes darted between the three of them, finally coming to a halt on Artie. “I didn't know where to turn. I...I'm frightened.”
James leaned through the door to check the hallway. He closed the door once he was satisfied no one else was lurking or invading.
“Of Mike Trayne?” Artie lowered the rifle, resting the butt on carpet. “Then why didn't you leave town with the others, Miss Yarnell?”
Yarnell? Trayne’s former betrothed and the saloon owner. Right.
“He won't let me.” Her movements were timid and submissive. Words full of trepidation spilled out as she wrung her fingers.
On the surface, it was genuine, but Recycle would have raised her hackles if she had them. Something was off. She’d seen plenty of abused spouses so it could have been real fear, but something didn’t sit right.
“Can't you help me get away?” Yarnell’s plea was earnest and strained.
James and Artemus, gentlemen to their core, hadn’t abandoned Recycle when she wanted to ride back to town. Faced with a woman beseeching them for help, they couldn’t ignore her. Recycle longed for the Garou Gifts which revealed the truth from a viper’s kiss. Unfortunately, that was the wheelhouse of one of her other pack mates.
“You know, Jim,” Artemus thought aloud, “with the telegraph out, one of us is going to have to ride to Fort Savage for help.”
Recycle stopped short of volunteering. She couldn’t control a horse and if she got to the fort, nobody would know her.
Yarnell quickly begged, “Oh, take me with you, please. I'm a good rider. I won't hold you up.”
“Artie, if you left now, you could be back with the troops by sundown tomorrow.” James buckled on a fancy black gun belt and dropped a revolver into place at his hip.
“Fine. A young lady like this would be marvelous for the morale at Fort Savage anyway.” Artemus grabbed his suit coat and gestured out the door. “Please.”
The two stole away and a pang of ugly jealousy reared its head inside Recycle.
What if that’s what’s making me so suspicious? Trayne beat someone to death. He has the classic profile of someone capable of terrorizing his former betrothed. She could be in very real danger.
What if she isn’t?
The words were out of her mouth before her brain caught up. “I don’t trust her.”
“I know,” James said neutrally as he closed the door. “Artie can handle himself.”
“I believe you but…” She cracked her fingers and reached for the doorknob.
“Patricia?” The grip on her wrist was gentle, meant to draw attention rather than gain control.
She looked from his hand into his eyes, but there was no challenge. “Yes Jim?”
“Artie can handle himself,” he repeated.
Recycle sighed and nodded. Jim was looking out for her as if she was a civilian. He really was alright, for a secret service cowboy spy with a fixation for blue clothes. “So what next?”
“Next we talk to the sheriff and get ready to hold out for the army.”
Recycle followed him without protest to the sheriff’s office, but once Jim was engaged in conversation, a wolf slipped silently out of town. She wasn’t just another civilian.
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