p a s s e n g e r s i d e .

i know what's dead is gone but there's something holding on when i think back to the ways where i would steer from the passenger side while you slip your bra from your ripped t-shirt, cause it's hot as a mother. got sweat on each other, yeah. i miss those desert drives from the passenger side. BECKETT RAMSEY

[oliver-mosley]

beckettramsey·:

Beckett had never been one to bite her tongue, and with Oliver, it was as though she didn’t have a filter at all. Though, sometimes she was certain that was part of the appeal between the two of them. Sitting next to him, she couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning in a little so her breath would be warm against his ear as she whispered her next set of words. “Does that work on all your girls?” She was playing coy, the twisted smirk on her lips evident of that. Leaning back a little, she peered over at the taller man with a crooked grin. “Trying to find something to do in this boring little town.” She replied, crossing her legs at the ankles. “Got any ideas for me?” It was absolutely an invitation for trouble, but the look on Beckett’s face spoke wonders to the fact that she wasn’t in the mood to behave. 

The man shivered at the feeling of her warm breath against his ear, already entranced by the woman. It really was that easy with Beckett. “Usually,” he said with a chuckle, biting down on his bottom lips as he spoke.  “We can’t have a girl like you getting bored now, can we? I’d be happy to be of service,” he said with a flirty smile directed at the brunette. “How about we go get some drinks and see where the night takes us?” He asked her in a low, seductive voice. With her, Oliver was never on his best behavior, and he loved every second of it.

[beckettramsey]

Beckett loved the affect she had on Oliver. Few men could resist her charms, and she knew how to play most of them like a fiddle. But, he always played right into her games, and she couldn’t get enough of it. The give and take was a constant pull between them. At the mention of drinks, her hand moved to rest on his thigh. “It’s so cute how you pretend you don’t know how the night’s gonna end.” She chuckled, knowing their routine far too well. Beckett and Oliver rarely had a run-in that ended with their clothing still intact. “We could get drinks, sure. Or, we could pull my car ‘round back and skip all that.” She offered, cutting to the chase. “And if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you buy me a drink after.” She chuckled, leaning back a little as though she hadn’t just offered to fool around with him in a parking lot. Just casual conversation for Beckett. 

[oliver-mosley]

beckettramsey·:

Beckett was hardly the town’s ray of sunshine. She was sweet enough, when she wanted to be, but anywhere she went, the sound of her heels seemed to warn those around her. This seemed deaf on Oliver, though, who spent more time in her bed than most of the other unfortunate souls in town. “Something like that.” She chimed, taking a seat next to him. “I actually didn’t expect to see you out here. But, nobody around here seems to play music the way you do. I’d recognize that sound anywhere.” 

Seeing that it was Beckett who approached him made Oliver more happy than he’d let on. He grew quite fond of the girl, though he’d never admit to it being anything more than just sex. A sly smile appeared on his face at her words, looking down at her as she sat beside him. “Some might argue the best music I make is actually what happens when we are together,” he teased, nudging her ever-so-slightly. His words were rather corny, but he held a certain charm about him that made most women swoon. “What have you been up to, beautiful?” 

[beckettramsey]

Beckett had never been one to bite her tongue, and with Oliver, it was as though she didn’t have a filter at all. Though, sometimes she was certain that was part of the appeal between the two of them. Sitting next to him, she couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning in a little so her breath would be warm against his ear as she whispered her next set of words. “Does that work on all your girls?” She was playing coy, the twisted smirk on her lips evident of that. Leaning back a little, she peered over at the taller man with a crooked grin. “Trying to find something to do in this boring little town.” She replied, crossing her legs at the ankles. “Got any ideas for me?” It was absolutely an invitation for trouble, but the look on Beckett’s face spoke wonders to the fact that she wasn’t in the mood to behave. 

[surrealist-lyricist]

1980s Horror Film - Wallows

[oliver-mosley]

It was another beautiful day in Bluebell and what better way to spend an evening than being half fucked up in the park and getting some prime guitar practice in? As he mindlessly picked at his guitar, he found himself plucking a tune that was very satisfying to the ears. He would most definitely have to use that in the future. He stopped for a second as he heard footsteps approaching nearby. “Hey,” he said with a smile. “You trying to keep me company?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the other person.

[beckettramsey]

Beckett was hardly the town’s ray of sunshine. She was sweet enough, when she wanted to be, but anywhere she went, the sound of her heels seemed to warn those around her. This seemed deaf on Oliver, though, who spent more time in her bed than most of the other unfortunate souls in town. “Something like that.” She chimed, taking a seat next to him. “I actually didn’t expect to see you out here. But, nobody around here seems to play music the way you do. I’d recognize that sound anywhere.” 

[charmantebby-deactivated2022030]

I just want to dance around in lacy lingerie and oversized shirts and makeout on someones lap

[davinafray]

[klaroline-secrets]

[twitcampbell]

like or reblog if you save/use pls. ♡

[campodegirassois]

[campodegirassois]

[itspaintmybodyeditsx]

Even the beautiful girls with the beautiful smiles always has a breaking point.

[campodegirassois]

[crazyinterestsguy]

[campodegirassois]

[beckettramsey]

[beckettramsey]

✗001. BECKETT & RUSH

[callmematti]

beckettramsey‌:

Quarantine was not something Beckett was very good at, basically dying of boredom in the safety of her own house. Or rather, Priscilla’s house. Even with four roommates, she found herself restless, searching for something to do. So, when she noticed her own small supply of food in the kitchen was dwindling – she rarely kept much in the house, prone to stopping on the way home for a box of cheez-its or take-out – she all but ran upstairs to climb into something other than pajamas, and hurried out the door for the Derry Supermarket. 

She knew she shouldn’t have been wasting too much time, but it was the first chance she’d had to truly stretch her legs in days. Most of the shelves were beginning to look barren anyways, so she was left looking for alternatives, always a picky eater. Deciding it was more likely that she’d binge on potato chips than actually cooking herself something decent, she’d made her way down the snack aisle, a familiar form catching her eye. She all but huffed, considering to turn around and buy something frozen instead – but he’d turned around and she was frozen. It wasn’t often that Beckett had let somebody hurt her, let alone seen them again after the damage was done. But, there was no avoiding Rush once she’d realized he’d seen her. Mentally scolding herself, she pushed her cart in his direction, too crass to muster a fake smile. “I see you’re still alive.” She snipped, a joke at the current pandemic that surrounded them, but more than anything, a jab at the fact that he’d all but forgotten her completely after a handful of dates – without even an explanation. @almeidarush​

Quarantine was actually fairly easy for Rush. Not that it mattered much, as the convenience store was being flooded at twice the speed and he was working twice as much as usual. He would find it all too easy to spend his time off at home, though. However, his grandparents needed a few things and he refused to let them go out in this mess, so he went by the grocery on his way home, hoping it wouldn’t be too hectic. 

He was doing his best to get everything on their list, finding some things more difficult than others and cursing those that were hoarding things from the less capable of getting it, like his grandmother.  He could hear her now, muttering in Portuguese that he barely understood “aqueles bastardos egoístas…”. To which he would roll his eyes, pretend he knew exactly what she was saying, and do whatever she asked. He had just managed to find a lone box of saltine crackers when he stood up, catching sight of a familiar figure staring at him. 

On any occasion, someone starting a random conversation with him in the supermarket would strike panic into his heart, especially with a somewhat malicious undertone. But in this case, it did so tenfold. He scrambled for an idea on what to say to Beckett to get this to end as quickly as possible, landing on an idea that would take the gold medal for stupidity. “Oh, hey! Elizabeth…right? How’re you holding up since you left work at the store?”

Completely lie about knowing who she was and why she was talking to him…yeah, brilliant plan. 

[beckettramsey]

Beckett was no stranger to the lies of men, having spent such a large portion of her own life conjuring tales to dodge second dates or sneak out early in the morning after a romp in bed turned out to be a mistake, beer goggles fading by the time the sun rose. But, she hadn’t lied to Rush. Hell, she hadn’t even wanted to, any of the times she’d seen him, and she certainly hadn’t believed he would. She’d thought things were going well, well enough that she actually wanted to continue seeing him, up until she stopped hearing from him entirely. 

He looked like a deer in the headlights, her harsh words obviously catching him off guard. But, what fell from his lips next surprised her more than anything, and if her eyes could have rolled out of her head, they were have fallen from their sockets straight the tiled floor beneath them. Letting out a bitter chuckle, her thin fingers fell from the handle of her grocery cart, instead crossing over her chest, tightly. He was taller than her, no doubt, but that didn’t stop Beckett from standing there, with a glowing radiance that could have convinced any passer-by that she was eight feet tall, rather than barely hitting five foot five. 

“Oh, I see,” Her tone was understanding, but that was for show, a passive response to such a hideous question. “You’ve got amnesia, is that it?” Her brows were furrowed now, dark eyes circling in on his. “It’d explain why you forgot you had a phone, or why we were supposed to meet at Bartini last week.” She wouldn’t show too much anger, not yet. She was too busy filling the space between them with bitter sarcasm, dripping from her every word. 

Another stifled chuckle, dry and shirt, fell from her lips. “I don’t even know why I stopped to say hello.” She admitted, feet frozen despite a want to turn around. “It’s not like you give a shit.”

[beckettramsey]

✗001. BECKETT & RUSH

Quarantine was not something Beckett was very good at, basically dying of boredom in the safety of her own house. Or rather, Priscilla’s house. Even with four roommates, she found herself restless, searching for something to do. So, when she noticed her own small supply of food in the kitchen was dwindling -- she rarely kept much in the house, prone to stopping on the way home for a box of cheez-its or take-out -- she all but ran upstairs to climb into something other than pajamas, and hurried out the door for the Derry Supermarket. 

She knew she shouldn’t have been wasting too much time, but it was the first chance she’d had to truly stretch her legs in days. Most of the shelves were beginning to look barren anyways, so she was left looking for alternatives, always a picky eater. Deciding it was more likely that she’d binge on potato chips than actually cooking herself something decent, she’d made her way down the snack aisle, a familiar form catching her eye. She all but huffed, considering to turn around and buy something frozen instead -- but he’d turned around and she was frozen. It wasn’t often that Beckett had let somebody hurt her, let alone seen them again after the damage was done. But, there was no avoiding Rush once she’d realized he’d seen her. Mentally scolding herself, she pushed her cart in his direction, too crass to muster a fake smile. “I see you’re still alive.” She snipped, a joke at the current pandemic that surrounded them, but more than anything, a jab at the fact that he’d all but forgotten her completely after a handful of dates -- without even an explanation. @almeidarush​