Crawford Thaddeus Hatcher

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[highstrxngeness]

MOVING ~

New theme pretty much complete. 

All of my muses will now be found here at @highstrxngeness. Instead of separate, I’ll be bringing all my muses back to one page. 

[radiant-pie]

[elastixhearts-moved]

“Using someone’s name during a conversation was like a casual caress, like stroking their hair.”

— Harry Mulisch, from The Discovery of Heaven (Penguin Books, 1998)

[crxwfish]

@bchemianrhapscdy·:

Michael got a little lost in the kiss. At the taste of the other’s lips, how perfectly they played along with his. And it was addicting. Yes, he felt the need for air but he was selfish. For once, he didn’t think of what would be best for the other, instead what was best for him. And his lips on his was something he didn’t want to end right now. He had to continue kissing him. But to his own surprise, and even sadness, Ford pulled away, only a moment later, leaving the other with no words, just staring at him. 

He wasn’t sure what drove him, why he did this to the other. Was Ford hating him right now? Sure, he was kissing him back but that wouldn’t mean he wanted what he were doing. No, he felt like he had to apologize. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to lose control like that.” he said, taking a step back but he kept back in place because Ford had his hand placed on his neck, like he didn’t want to let go of him. 

“No -- no, no... shh...” Ford hushed, quick in his attempt to quell Michael’s fears. Such alarm didn’t sit right with Ford. The hands around the younger man’s neck stayed firm as Ford replaced Michael’s backstep with his own forward one, again flushing his body against Michael’s. Pressing their foreheads together, Ford closed his eyes, keeping his voice to a whisper. 

“Michael, no... don’t apologize, mon cher, please.” Moving his hands from Michael’s neck to his biceps, still solid in his grip from that underlying fear of allowing this moment to slip through his fingers.  “I... I don’t want to stop, actually...” He said, a sense of guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders. There was a ‘but’ in there somewhere; unspoken. He knew Michael was young -- inexperienced, and despite all the bad that lay brewing in Ford’s heart, he wasn’t about to take advantage of the man he’d dedicated his eternal soul to. 

[madeline-kahn]

Downton Abbey (2019) dir. Michael Engler

[bocekcicek]

Levan Gelbakhiani by Anka Gujabidze

[speakeasyanne]

Source: Bellecs

[nakedhiddles]

lucille and thomas

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[virtuallyinsane-dark]

“Dirt Devil - Exorcist” by Florian Maas - CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

[bob-belcher]

I LOVE YOU PHILLIP MORRIS dir. John Requa, Glenn Ficarra

[hayaomiyazaki]

WINTER LIGHT (1963) dir. Ingmar Bergman

[cutespoonie]

the two bad fatigue moods:

gets super emotional, cries over the smallest things, empathetic™, can’t handle anything, irritable, overstimulated™, anxious

can’t feel anything, barely able to think, apathic™, can’t relate to anything, emptiness™, can’t cry, slow™, dissociating

[cannon-fannon]

Oh worm it’s me.

[bethskarsgard-archive]

Michael ‘when all else fails throw a temper tantrum’ Langdon

[crxwfish]

cajuncur‌:

She could smell his anxiety like perfume, could sense the hesitation, the tension, in the way he positioned himself in her house. Standing up, ready to bolt for the door. Marion didn’t blame him, couldn’t rightly hold it against him, but it still stung to see him that way…afraid of her, for the first time.

She took a long sip of tea, licked her lips, and kept her eyes off him, focused on Beau and the movement of her own knobby hand stroking the old dog’s head.

“…Ah…Ah don’ r’membah much….”

Ford hadn’t stopped to think how long he’d reasonably see himself walking around on eggshells with Marion. As of right now, he couldn’t put a measure to it. Throughout all of the terrible things Cassidy had done, Ford had found himself quickly forgetting their ‘differences’, and compartmentalizing to the best of his ability. He’d told himself he could do the same with Marion, but it wasn’t yet the case. 

“I suppose that’s for the best then, yes?” He said absently, not really allowing that to be his final answer as Ford then continued on, dropping both gaze and voice. “You put me in the cellar...”

[crxwfish]

Retire Ford and forget the creation of the twins ever existed????

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