ᵀ ᴴ ᴱ 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑

just   tell   me   who   to   fight.                         everyone.

[byeduhton]

❪ ❫ #duhton- an independent & selective portrayal of bethany dutton mutually-exclusive & semi-private / this blog is plot-focused and features mentioned content that may be considered highly triggering. follow at your own risk . . . . . defended by reign, she&her, twenty9.

an exploration of : trauma that spans generations, the sacrificial lamb, arose from ashes ( the phoenix ), no rest for the wicked, little girl gone ( run little girl ), my reputation precedes me, girlhood is godhood, a soulmate is recognised, death awaits ( not today ), a yearning for the unknown, the predisposed attack dog, power in a name, carrying the weight of the world, the scars left behind, the unavoidable agony of grief & how to self-destruct.

+ ❪ links ❫ temporary rules, all memes, about beth. in heavy affiliation with : inmontana & devilsleft.

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beth has moved ( again )

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i’m actually so excited for beth’s new blog it’s so pretty and the graphics are a vibe if i say so myself

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im moving beth today so if anyone wants to interact pls lmk and i'll follow you :)

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just to be so clear. i only definitively love father figure on this album. everything else is so so. imco.

[bethrip]

Kelly Reilly as Beth Dutton YELLOWSTONE, 1.09 "The Unravelling pt 2"

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i have a clear vision, remake coming soon, prepare yourselves

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i am waiting for eldest daughter before i remake beth’s blog bc i have a feeling it is beth coded but but but best believe i will be coming back to beth in the near future

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i was so very very wrong i was actually waiting for father figure

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i am waiting for eldest daughter before i remake beth’s blog bc i have a feeling it is beth coded but but but best believe i will be coming back to beth in the near future

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~ how the hell is everybody on autopilot? they make it look so easy. / @lvndrhzd as mal . . . ” who? the boys? “ jade stare passes over the expanse of yard down the hill to the paddocks. the bunkhouse has been a hub of activity since before the sun peaked over the horizon, the LAST REMNANTS OF NIGHT slowly ebbing as the day ( for most ) begins. it’s early for the two of them, not that beth slept, but it’s ten am for everyone else ( even if the clock says six ) … “ they’ve been doing this shit most’ve their lives, mal. raised to tack horses and heard cattle since before they were outta diapers. it is EASY for them. “ wrists hanging over the wood banister of the main house’s front porch, beth stood a little straighter, kicking one foot into the archilles of the other before raising her cigarette to her lips and inhaling a slow, deep drag. she takes her time with it, savouring the mouth full of smoke only because she’s been trying to cut back lately. beth turned her head to mal, sat on the railing guard with her back against a stone pillar, still watching the cowboys work. “ it’ll be easy for you too one day- if that’s what you want. “ inwardly, she sighed. her name stretches across every inch of land before them now, her BLOODLINE soaked into every trees roots … it’s ironic then that it seems to call to the two strays that share neither with her. beth glances towards the men as they start to herd the cattle from one paddock to another, her eyes immediately catching on rip barking orders, and she softens just a little. “ he’ll show you how if you ask him. “ quietly sure. maybe rip’s not the happiest about their most recent addition to the ranch, but he’ll come around eventually. if for no other reason than for beth.

[inmontana]

— / surprise semi-plotted starter , @duhton .

it all happened so fast. what was supposed to be a quick stop in to bring up some supplies for john certainly took a different turn than rip anticipated. he'd heard the yelling before he even made it to the door. a surefire sign of chaos. in the year since beth called him from salt lake to tell him about the boy she wrangled into her home -- THEIR HOME, he never once heard the kid raise his voice. carter'd had a few slip ups. the kind swaddled in grief and unsteady footing and adolescence. something rip knew like the back of his hand. still, it was quite different from the riled up, arms flailing with tightened fists and curse words cutting between gritted teeth that he was met with when he stormed into the lodge that night.

he said he put his hands on her! he hit beth! his grip had loosened on the kid momentarily. not enough for carter to have any chance of getting away but just enough for jamie to have cowered a little further away than he already was from a preteen. eyes like sharpened knives and a spark to gasoline. if he didn't have a kid to worry about and a wife who he had no idea where she'd gone off to ... HE WASN'T SURE HE COULD BE HELD RESPONSIBLE. something of which, in the fit of rage carter couldn't swallow down, carter mistakenly let slip: she's YOUR wife! do something! and the last thing to be said had been rip's lowly not now, sir to john as carter finally let himself be hauled from the lodge.

settled back in the foreman's cabin, rip holds the phone between his shoulder and his ear, breathing a rugged, "c'mon, beth, answer the phone." he hadn't liked what he'd heard. it churned a rampant kind of anger deep inside of his vessel, but as he looks to the kid across from him -- calmer, but not yet calm ( vibrating on the edge of his seat as if waiting for rip to lose it so they could lose it together ) -- he tries to bottle it up. though if she doesn't answer the phone, rip isn't sure how much longer he can hold out. but there's a lot more at hand than he can handle on his own right about now.

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( #bd_ ) … her cheek stings. she knows it’s bruised already, but every glance she catches of it in the mirror behind the bar only makes her smirk- her brother, not that she considers him her brother, is pathetic. beth had known that for years, and the events of that night only prove her right. but he had also riled her up, got HER TEETH BARED and her fists cocked and she had barely escaped the lodge with her father’s questions and her jaw grasped. shaking him lose and telling him she was going out was all she had offered as explanation … he didn’t need to know, he could figure it out for himself. but she hadn’t wanted to face her husband like this just yet. geared up and ready for a fight- she’d only take it out on him and beth had sworn not to do that anymore after he had put that ring on her finger in salt lake. no. she’d rather take it out on someone else. dan jenkins, for one.

him she could reel in like a fish taking bait, and sink her teeth in raw. she would have him eating her every word out of the palm of her hand by the end of the night. and she was right. sitting at the bar with a touch of flirtation to her tongue- ( she would never touch him with a ten thousand foot fucking pole, not when she has rip … but she liked hunting, and dan was TOO EASY to fuck with- though he would never get to fuck her ) her phone vibrates on the bar table beside her, screen down. beth ignored it. until it wouldn’t stop, and worry started to coil in the pit of her stomach. ignoring the man in front of her as he talked shit, completely disregarding him mid-word, beth picked up and turned over her phone … a text from rip, and now he’s calling. fuck.

sliding from the bar stool and bidding dan no goodbye, beth strode towards the door out as she answered. one of two things- rip found out about jamie’s sorry excuse for a right hook, or something’s wrong with carter. one of which she could deal with easily enough … the other raises her hackles. “hey baby,” she drawled as she pushed through the door into the cool night air, one hand digging around in her bag for her car keys. “i’m working. sorry. forgot to tell ya i’d be home late.” she usually lets him know. but she had, understandably, other things on her mind. “what’s wrong?” she doesn’t need him to say it for her to know something has gone awry. he wouldn’t be calling her right now if they hadn’t. because they had agreed when she knew she ( and carter ) were coming back to the ranch that they would keep things under wraps. sliding into her car, beth settled into the leather seat with her dress pulled up to bunch around her thighs. she exhaled heavily. “rip?”

[stilloves-arc2]

@duhton as beth dutton. starter call.

" my dad is out of town until next week, but i'm sure i can answer any questions you might have. "

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( @stilloves ) ” if you’n you’re daddy’s anything like me and mine, i’m sure you can- if i were looking for answers to questions, but i’m not … already got’em. i’d rather just talk business. “

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a reminder to all we hate jamie dutton here

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i’ve written one ( 1 ) line of dialogue so far and i’m already all in my feelings. i missed this crazy bitch.

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thinking about the valley girl who tried to pick up rip in the bar while beth was staring her down. which i think about often. but in particular i’m thinking about how beth was dancing with teeter and having a good time. and then how teeter was tryina calm beth down right before valley girl strut over and made the biggest mistake anyone can make in montana. like. 🥹 beth and teeter friendship is so important to me, personally.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄.    (  an updated collection of  lyric + action prompts originating from the works of grandson.  mature themes present: politics, violence, drug use, etc. feel free to adjust as desired.  )

money isn't always what it seems.

i love you, i'm trying.

it's more fun to be unaware.

one false move, you're a kennedy.

my ego follows me wherever i go.

aren't you fed up yet?

it isn't that much, but it's a good start.

i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab.

they lie about some greater good.

the drugs don't work anymore.

there's a cold wind blowing... i'm just warning & preparing you.

i've got a secret i need you to keep.

my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan.

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered.

i wanna feel something, 'cause all that i got is nothing.

get down on the ground, don't even make a sound.

tell me what you're trying to hide.

i was try'na feel like a rockstar.

now presenting: a horror story or a happy ending.

i'm still trying to find my identity.

you don't have to hurt anymore, didn't you hear? the war's over.

i thought it would all be great when i got older.

how do you get in the mind-state to kill?

try to wash my hands, i'm never gonna get them clean.

i was living in the moment, searching for a little serotonin.

do you have enough love in your heart to get your hands dirty?

i became a version of myself i don't like.

you have been forewarned.

we are not alone ... can you keep a secret?

i just wanna fuck my hand up through the wall.

i trust my feelings & then i still get burned.

do you love your neighbor? is it in your nature?

i've been living on the run, now.

you don't wanna get that much closer.

guess that i'm stuck with this shit.

we might not make it 'til the morning.

they made up a reason behind closed doors.

is this what you wanted?

i'm just trying to get used to these changes.

i've got nothing to say.

if i speak too loud, then my voice might crack.

don't know how i'm gonna take much more.

how the hell is everybody on autopilot? they make it look so easy.

everybody knows somebody with something to hide.

look at how we've all grown up fast.

i never get to sleep at night.

i just wanna be optimistic.

beg me for forgiveness.

i never thought it'd come to this.

this isn't as fun as they claimed it'd be.

i got my bags packed & i'm ready to go.

i'm done playing games, so i'm going down in flames.

we made this bed, i guess that we lie in it.

everything's exhausting.

i'm pathetic, i know.

we both know i'm lying.

what's the point in fighting for a happy ever after?

self-sabotage is the only way to find clarity.

tell me, what's your life worth?

is there anybody out there that's paying attention?

i'll be back with the setting sun.

don't even hiccup, or i'm emptying a round.

it never really mattered, so it never really happened.

i gotta get out of this town somehow.

it's too late for me, i should've learned earlier.

just color in the lines, & you'll get it like they promised.

maybe someday all this will make sense.

if i could switch on a count of three, i would do it. but i'm stuck here with me.

took the shit to numb the pain, but it came with side effects.

step one, gotta find a way to get the fuck out of bed.

the bad's been slowly getting worse.

the people aren't happy.

i'm homesick, & i miss my mama.

i was getting high in the bathroom.

i'm watching everybody i grew up with move on.

how many last chances will i get?

shout into the void, & the void shouts back.

tried medication & therapy, it only seems to help temporarily.

i wish there was someone else i could be.

i think it's time for a change.

i'm sick of being underrated.

idle hands are the devil's best friend.

thinking about it, i get whiplash.

tell me, what's the point in living in a world so unforgiving?

i never meant to hurt nobody.

i'm sick of this pretend alternative.

if i had only one call, would you pick up?

what's a dead end to a dead man walking?

every day, every night, i would trade it in a heartbeat.

look me in my eyes, tell me everything's not fine.

everybody's fake & they won't quit talking.

i know i should face it, but i'm running.

i'm isolated & overstimulated at the same time.

i need a savior, but if not me, who?

the hole in my soul keeps wracking up debt.

my life's falling apart, but i love it.

maybe just ignore it, it'll go away.

i'm done playing games.

the day the youth might listen is the day the youth grows old.

speak now or hold your breath.

on the day that i lie still, i'll still have taxes & i'll still have bills.

tell me one damn thing i don't already know.

nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now.

what's the point of living without you?

i don't like who i'm becoming.

beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic.

how much can i ask for before you walk out that door?

these thrills feel hollow. i'm so obsessed with success.

i think about it, & i get whiplash.

better step back from that open door.

i want it so bad, it takes all control of me.

i made a best friend out of the skeleton in the closet.

i don't know how to heal myself. shit, i don't even know if i'm still myself.

when you're gone i'm back to blue.

i don't know why i'm running away.

will this ever be enough?

the shot was loud & the flash so bright.

i just wanna be a rockstar with a million people following.

i always end up back up at the start.

give me a reason to believe you.

give me one reason i shouldn't go & end your life.

guess i gotta die to get my celebration.

i couldn't do nothing, i never saw it coming.

SCENARIOS / ACTIONS.

in a sudden outburst of anger, sender draws a weapon on receiver.

sender & receiver, strapped for cash, decide to commit a robbery.

during a struggle over a weapon, one muse is gravely injured.

our muses have an emotional fight stemming from jealousy.

sender shows up at receiver's house unannounced, looking haggard.

our muses slip away from a gathering to smoke a joint.

sender approaches a bedrotting receiver, begging them to get up.

sender comes back to enact revenge upon receiver.

our muses speed down the highway with flashing lights in the rearview mirror.

sender finds receiver dangerously wasted at a party.

sender is discovered by receiver in a state of extreme agitation.

sender intends to assassinate receiver, & enacts their plan.

receiver finds sender sitting at a rainy bus stop, alone.

one muse owes the other money, & they come to collect.

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beth dutton is everyones emergency contact