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this isn’t love…
indie semi-selective rp blog written by crow. archived and remade 12/04/22. mun and muses both 18+
this is a sentence
+ rules + muses + hero multi (active) + q of james bond (accidental hiatus)
it’s a bullet in the head! SO PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER
howdy besties, there’s gonna be a nice lil archive happening bc i neglected my idiots here for so long but i did remember the password to this account so y’know what, little victories.
hope ur all doing well, and i’ll make sure to update y’all whenever i move the kiddos
“Have you read the newspaper lately?” he tends to mean it in the literal sense, but with the way the older man seems to be actively restraining a broad smile - which isn’t working, of course; the giddiness in his eyes rather gives him away - he doesn’t actually expect an answer. With his erstwhile canine companion on the bench beside him, Teddy offers her a secretive little wink before unfolding the paper in his lap and handing a specific section over to Ophelia.
There he is, in all his lawyer-y glory. Looking not entirely unlike that cat that got the cream, there’s only a tiny amount of compliment fishing going on. “Only took me three decades, but I finally got my face in the paper. All I had t’do was travel halfway across the goddamn country to defend a minor celebrity to do it.”
@theresastargirl
He’s not a violent man, not really. There was too much passion in violence, Davey had found, but clearly even the most intentionally apathetic person could be convinced of its utility when pushed hard enough. Fist pounding away on what would prove to be the wrong door, there’s little regard given for the scene he’s making as he barks out his threats.
“Open the fuckin’ door, mate. Can’t pull that shit ‘n then run off like a bitch-” when the door swings under his next pounding knock, he’s more than ready to get up in someone’s face. Needless to say, he holds back when the realization hits. “Don’t suppose you’ve got some lanky fuck cowerin’ for his life in there with ya, do ya?”
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He’d enjoyed more than a few years of being blissfully irresponsible, living out the worst of his ‘angry young man’ urges with little consequence beyond a brief stint in jail. It was that sort of freedom that had lead to Caleb’s current aches and pains, the grouchiness that was only charming for so long before the abrasiveness took over.
Plucking an earbud from his ear and rather dramatically pulling out his phone to pause his music - hadn’t this been the whole point of wearing headphones in the first place? To avoid social interaction? - with a heaving sigh. “Already found Jesus, cheers, don’t have fuck all on me, either so if you’re lookin’ for anythin’ from me you’re shit outta luck, pal.”
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Another Round 2020, dir. Thomas Vinterberg
friendly reminder that even if we don't write together, if ur on my dash i absolutely adore ur writing and eagerly *chinhands* my way through ur content whenever it crosses my dash even though we've possibly never spoken before ❤️🥰
A STUDY IN HAND PORN a.k.a PEDRO PASCAL FOR STYLE MAGAZINE.
if u would like a starter from any of my old men at some point in the next few days, plz like this and i will oblige.
the daddy issues be wildin’, y’all know how it is
theresastargirl:
Ophelia needed the break tonight from studying and doing papers, and once she had opened a new bottle of wine and turned on the music, she was done for the night. Swaying along with Davey, she was happier than she’d been all day, maybe even all week honestly, content in her lover’s arms.
“I’ll share it with you later. Or would you prefer it on a mixtape, old man?” She teases, leaning up to kiss him gently. “I always think of dancing with you like this. It’s the sort of sappy thing your hopeless romantic girlfriend thinks of all the time.”
“If y’danced with me all the time, maybe I’d have a few more moves that weren’t just variations’a swayin’ about, hm?” It isn’t, of course, the idea of learning dance moves that has Davey playfully agreeing to the idea, but rather the prospect of spending more time with Ophelia. She’s made him awfully selfish since she’s come into his life, and the more time they spend together, the less Davey regrets it.
Especially now, when there’s an undeniable current of contentedness that connects them, provides a reprieve from life’s stresses for Ophelia, and provides a sense of comfort and pleasant stability for Davey. “And if my old beater of a car had an AUX port rather than a tape deck, maybe I’d be a bit quicker on the uptake when it comes t’Spotify playlists, alright?” He rumbles out a laugh at the teasing, twirls his lover in a completely out-of-place spin before pulling her close once more. “But I s’ppose I can knuckle down ‘n learn the ways of the World Wide Web if it gets me more time like this with ya.”
34 quotes taken from tobey macguire’s PETER PARKER / SPIDER MAN from sony’s original SPIDER-MAN TRILOGY.
“It’s you who’s out, _____. Out of your mind.”
“Would you think about it? Picking up where we left off.”
“It’s kind of itchy and it rides up in the crotch a little bit, too.”
“I’ve always imagined you getting married on a hilltop.”
“Um, I don’t have time for girls right now.”
“Am I not supposed to have what I want, what I need? What am I supposed to do?”
“I’m back! I’m back! My back. My back…”
“Go web! Fly! Up, up, and away, web! Shazam! Go! Go! Go, web, go! Tally ho.”
“This is my gift, my curse.”
“Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option.”
“The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale… If somebody told you I was just an average ordinary guy, not a care in the world… Somebody lied.”
“Are you afraid that I’m gonna turn into some kind of criminal?”
“My name’s “The Human Spider.’”
“I missed the part where that’s my problem.”
“I can’t help thinking about the last thing I said to him. He tried to tell me something important, and I threw it in his face.”
“Hey, kiddo, let Mom and Dad talk for a minute, will ya?”
“I’m not like you. You’re a murderer.”
“Nice to have a fan.”
“Pizza time!”
“Now you know why I can’t be with you. If my enemies found out about you… if you got hurt, I could never forgive myself. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you.”
“She can never know how much I love her.”
“Sometimes, to do what’s right, we have to be steady, and give up the things we want the most. Even our dreams.”
“Hey, where are all my comic books?”
“I can’t live your dreams anymore. I want a life of my own.”
“I guess you haven’t heard. I’m the sheriff around these parts.”
“See ya, chump.”
“Want forgiveness? Get religion.”
“Thanks, hot legs.”
“Now dig on this.”
“It’s the choices that make us what we are, and we can always choose to do what’s right.”
“I’d love to shoot you sometime.”
“I know what it feels like. It feels good, the power, everything, but you’ll lose yourself. Let it go.”
“We always have a choice.”
“I should never have hurt you. Said those things.”
Jason Isaacs as “Dr Rob Griffith” in GOOD SAM (2022).
theresastargirl:
“We’ll have to add that to our sightseeing list, huh?” She questions, looking over at him as she ate. “Could do with a decent drink and someone new to get along with. Then maybe I won’t have to follow you around all the time.” Though she was quite enjoying his company at the moment.
Ophelia’s still working on her first bowl when he moves to his second, looking down at the mix of ingredients within it. “Suppose you know where to get all the good stuff though around here. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably still be eating some boxed rations or something cold.” A hand went to the side of her hair at his comment, trying to imagine shaving half of her head to look more intimidating. “Maybe an undercut instead? Probably less maintenance too. But I bet if most people saw a shorty Scottish woman with a gun, they’d be afraid. I would be at least.”
“We’ll have to work on the whole ‘not bein’ squeamish around ghouls’ thing first - she’s got a pal, Mort, he ain’t half bad, but he’s y’know...-” he makes a vague gesture around his face, “-a bit on the beef jerky side of things.” Definitely not a pseudo-zombie like the ferals dotted around the place were, anyway. “But that ain’t to say that I’m tryin’ to get rid of you, ‘course. Just beneficial for you to experience more than the shit I get into.”
And some slightly more reasonable and practical suggestions; presumably ones that didn’t solely include ‘carry a big gun and shout a lot’. “Undercut’d work, definitely. ‘n really emphasize that accent of yours, too, ‘n you’d be able to keep the raiders away, if nothin’ else. Blood Eagles and the cultists? Less so, but that’s what the gun’s for, hm?” Manners be damned, he’d decided that pausing to swallow his meal before he talks is far too much effort. He doesn’t look in the least bit apologetic about it. “It’s an adjustment period, that’s all. You ain’t doin’ too bad, all things considered. Mothman hasn’t murdered you in cold blood ‘n you weren’t immediately recruited by a cult, so... yeah, nah, I think you’ve got a decent enough head on your shoulders if you wanted to go explorin’ by yourself.”
au to the nv au where one of the casinos on the strip hire joel as a pianist bc he can mostly play well 💀
When you just want to tend to your flowers in peace but there’s a human annoying you.
joel’s definitely not an introvert by any stretch of the imagination; he’s more comfortable in groups than he is skulking about on his own. when it comes to doing things, he likes only having himself to worry about, but when it’s just hanging out and living life? yeah, he’s very much a fan of companionship. in saying that, in appalachia at least, joel doesn’t have a companion. in the mojave, my little robot-loving ass knows damn well he’d have ed-e along for the ride bc the himbo energy of the lil eyebot is precisely the energy that joel needs in his life to be at his happiest. naturally he prefers making friends than making enemies, but due to his.... connections w various raider factions he doesn’t tend to have many ‘innocent’ acquaintances or friends, not that he’s complaining. but, y’know, so long as he’s not actively being shot at by someone - and even then, there’s still a chance for friendship later on, he doesn’t hold a grudge kfdsajh - he won’t mind spending time in someone’s company, at the very least.
@theresastargirl sent: 🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend? ▲ fruity headcanons (accepting)
skullshot:
lincoln snorts at ‘sitting pretty’, “ yeah, yeah. sittin’, maybe. ” is his rebuttal, but there’s no malice in it. to be true, there is very rarely malice to be found in any parts of lincolns character. in honesty, too, staying and chatting doesn’t sound too dreadful to him. even if this fellers manners left a lot to be desired. “ but thank y’kindly for apologizin’. mighty decent of you. ” is he being sarcastic? hard to tell.
rex sits, his tail pattering harmlessly against the carpet. in fact, his jaw lolls open, and he begins a contented pant. still he fixes joel with a steely gaze. lincoln casts an eye over his beloved canine companion, and wheezes out a chuckle.
“ mm, yeah, well, are y’surprised? vegas ain’t notorious for its readin’ clubs, there, mister — what is your name, anyway? i’m guessin’ you know mine, and no, it ain’t asshole. ” & lincoln exhales, shifting in his seat to examine tonights bar menu. atom bombs ( 1 cap a cup! ) lord, he didn’t even wanna know what kinda rancid shooter only cost a cap. “ go on ahead and tell me what you’re drinkin’, too, otherwise i’ll just get y’ whatever they’re slingin’ for cheap, and neither of us want that. ”
And wasn’t that just the biggest fucking annoyance: how effortlessly disarming Linc was without seeming soft, weak; the good ol’ sheriff lived up to their reputation. Maybe that made it a little bit better, took the sting out of the fact that Joel had hauled himself up to New Vegas from Primm just for this very reason. It was either this or getting into some sort of shootout, he supposed, that would make it worthwhile. “Joel. Though people do tend to call me asshole, so. Your choice, pal.”
He only observes Lincoln as he looks over the drinks, makes a move in the direction of his own drinks menu when he’s asked about his preferences, “I promise you, ain’t nothin’ they could serve on the Strip that’s worse than the shit I’ve drank outta people’s bathtubs,” that old wives tale about moonshine making you go blind wasn’t too far off, it turned out... “Think I’ll just go for old reliable: whiskey. Neat. And since you’re buyin’, how about we make that a double?” There’s very clearly nothing even close to remorse on his features as he kicks back and slings an arm over the back of the booth. “You spend most of your time in here, or what? You don’t seem like the same sorta recluse Mr House was.”
