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you want a fight?   ...   you found it i got the place surrounded-   this empire belongs to me

[duhton]

&. an exploration of : trauma that spans generations, the sacrificial lamb, arose from the 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.

( ) 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, ... independent & semi-private roleplay portrayal of yellowstone's beth dutton. / this blog is plot-focused and features content that may be considered highly triggering. i will not interact nor follow anyone who writes or writes with jamie dutton. he's a pos- this blog is exclusive with wheelure's rip wheeler ... #duhton, minors dni.

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gOD that episode was everything

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beth dutton supremacy.

[duttonranchsource]

Beth Dutton and Rip Wheeler DUTTON RANCH | 1.04 "Start With A Bullet"

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the calf 💔😭

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i'm so fucked up

[inmontana]

𓄋 #CARTER, ➢ he should've known it was coming. should've known she wouldn't sit and wait out the ever-growing haze of red as it swallowed everything they had come to know and love. maybe a part of him did, AND THAT'S WHY HE COULDN'T TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER. he'd proven time and time again over the years that he knew her well. could see things in her that others couldn't see. THIS, isn't quite like that ... because hell, wouldn't anyone want to go into the fire if it meant saving somebody they loved? and carter, he loves rip too, but if rip can't protect the land or himself there's no fucking way he can and he knows— CARTER KNOWS HIS BEST ODDS ARE HERE TRYING TO PROTECT HER. he follows without fight. ( gives her that ) but when the trailer rises & her impending departure grows closer ... he feels it sit harder between his ribs than the smoky air does on his lungs and he can no longer swallow the urge to keep quiet. he comes up alongside the truck on the drivers side. eyes fill with a nameless type of worry. "it's dangerous..." SHE WON'T LISTEN TO HIM. deep down he knows it and even deeper down he doesn't blame her. & there's nothing at all he can do about it. his eyes flit across the determination on her face. the next words more instinctual than anything as they're plead from his lips: "mama, please-"

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⫍ ⨳𝐛𝐝 ⫎ * —eyes draw back to that imposing haze of red on the horizon, bleeding into the night sky clouded with smoke and ash. rip’s out there still, and this feels like the closest she’s ever come to losing him … at least with a bullet in his guts, she was with him, watching every laboured breath. an itch under her skin has her hands curl into fists at her hip and it’s only as she’s climbing back into the driver’s seat that beth’s gaze drifts back to carter now standing at her side, holding her car door open. “ i know baby, “ she won’t lie to him when he tells her IT’S DANGEROUS- she won’t say she’ll be okay or make light of how she’s walked through fire once and survived … beth doesn’t even notice at first, when he calls her that. mama. he hasn’t tried calling her that since the barn, since she’d told him she wasn’t- SHE IS. and it sounds right. it feels right. so she doesn’t notice at first. “ i gotta get rip, “ she tells him quietly, even though the pleading in his voice and the look in his eyes almost changes her mind. turmoil shines in beth’s as her eyes drift back toward where their home is burning, and her husband is fighting for something they’ve already lost. beth can handle losing the ranch … she won’t survive losing rip. turning to lean out of the truck, beth lay her palm across carter’s cheek, her thumb just under his eye. mama. fuck. “ stay here, stay with the horses … if i’m not back by morning, call kayce. y’hear me, carter? promise me you’ll stay … “

[duttonranchsource]

I handle difficult.

Kelly Reilly as Beth Dutton in Dutton Ranch: Act of God Business

[wheelure]

﹙ *  𓃗  ﹚▌▌ —by the time she joins him, he's no longer laying down. sat up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a fist that's wound a little too tightly for somebody who just arose from slumber. it was unpacked and prepped before she ever walked in the door. GNAWED & CHEWED. protectiveness stuck between his back molars. ( or is it possessiveness? ) perhaps both, because to be protective he must be possessive and he knew ... he fuckin' knew before she got on that plane that whatever travis had up his sleeve wasn't meant for the likes of his wife. he had no business being anywhere near her. NOT WITHOUT HIM. but she'd had to go and he'd had to stay and the thought sat wrong in all the places it could never be right. even with her right back to sitting across from him. he sighs, a thumb pressed harder into his eye socket. ❝   just wanna make sure that corriente bull didn't leave anythin' out s'all.   ❞ groused, thick, molted. the rawness of emotion hardly simmered. boiling somewhere in the spaces between his ribs. what he sees in her eyes only alights all the feelings he'd had before he fell asleep. ❝   told him he was lucky t'make it that far.   ❞ beth wore heels like sharpened knives for a reason. ❝   didn't say he'd be quite that lucky when he lands.   ❞ because of course she WON that battle. how she would've won it, if travis had decided otherwise ... well ... it wasn't about what she would have done. it was about travis and the predicament she had been placed in to begin with. the last person he was excited to see right about now, but he was well aware of what travis could bring to the table. ❝   well, darlin' ... your dad had him training horses here, i don't know, twenty years ago ... think i had about lloyd and well, lloyd. BACK THEN. an' travis, he - uh, showed up at this bar an' i was with this girl ...   ❞

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⫍ ⨳𝐛𝐝 ⫎ * —irritation shines in her eyes that are pinned on the figure her husband cuts sat on the sofa opposite. his own DISPLEASURE at the treatment she'd received in texas soothes only a portion of the uncomfortable gnawing in the pit of her stomach. ( she desperately needs a scalding hot shower to scrub the dirt and grime from her skin ) but it still bothers her knowing rip has anything in common with the likes of an asshole like travis. don't get her wrong, she knows rip's hardly a saint himself- neither is she, it's why they work. but the respect ingrained in HER cowboy seems to have bypassed his friend. and that, she can't understand. " he held the fuckin' cards, rip. " she grouses in response, even though she'd fantasised about shoving hers down his throat. metaphorically, and literally. another sip of her drink drives the bitter taste of copper from her tongue. beth had bitten down on it hard enough leaving the four sixes that blood still lingered even hours later. her free hand rises to thread her fingers through her soft but messy blonde hair as she averts her eyes and taps a nail against the glass of her drink, trying to shake THE AGIATATION. she wants to murmur under her breath that he had her too, interrupt him and stave the pity she knows he doesn't want nor need nor care about, but she doesn't. only listening to him talk with an intense stare that softens over time- THIS IS WHAT SHE NEEDED TO COME HOME TO. a glass of whiskey, and him. she does like it when he talks to her, sharing parts of his life that she wasn't around for- but then that agitation rears and her eyes narrow and she sits up a little straighter. " oh, you were with a girl, huh? " suddenly, she doesn't give a shit about travis and how he became best buds with rip. " what girl? "

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dutton ranch episode three was soooooooo good

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⫍ ⨳𝐛𝐝 ⫎ * —there are less than a handful of times in her forty-somethin’ years where she’s felt true fear. the kind that took a’hold of her heart in a vice-like grip so tight, it felt like she were dying. one of those times is now, watching the skies cloud over and BATHE THE LAND in an unnatural shadow- save for the red glare growing larger by the minute in the distance. beth watches it intently, jade stare unblinking and her breath caught in the hollow of her throat … he’s still there. she knows it deep in her bones. and knowing that stirs sickeningly in her guts while her fingers curl around the steering wheel of their truck, her knuckles turning white under soot and ash. carter is quiet beside her, his own eyes flitting between the same valley stretch, and the side of her own face - they sit there in TENSE SILENCE before beth can’t curb the restlessness a second longer, every nerve in her body shot to hell with a cocktail made of adrenaline, grief, defiance and fear coursing through her veins. “ unlatch the trailer. “ she tells him curtly, suddenly breaking that charged quiet as she throws open the truck door and slides to the ground with a thud of her riding boots. “ stay with the horses, baby. “ there’s no forethought to her words or second-guessing her actions. she needs rip. but she won’t take carter to that hell with her. beth’s already climbed up onto the truck-bed when carter opens his door to follow, crouching underneath the trailer to pull out the pin lock. “ no- “ she tells him firmly, without looking his way, predicting what he tries to say before he can say it. “ YOU’RE NOT COMING. “

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i’m out seeing anastasia at the lyric today but as soon as i get home it’s all over for y’all i’ve been stewing in muse so high for two weeks now i’m itching to sink my teeth into plotting and threads

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guys guys guys i'm back from china i landed today and i'm about to FINALLY watch dutton ranch premier don't fucking touch me

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my babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy 😭😭😭

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guys guys guys i'm back from china i landed today and i'm about to FINALLY watch dutton ranch premier don't fucking touch me

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ahhhhhhhh just a little over 24 hours before the premier ahhhhhhhh !!!

[wheelure]

﹙ *  𓃗  ﹚▌▌ —he hears her heels on the great room floor before he sees her. somewhere between wake and sleep, AND HE THINKS ITS THE FIRST REAL BIT OF THE LATTER HE'S GOTTEN IN A FEW DAYS. ( a damn shitty excuse for slumber if he ever did see one ) but every time rip has gotten himself close to dozing off he finds himself wondering: will she need me? will tonight be like that first night... EXCEPT HE'LL BE SLEEPING RIGHT NEXT TO HER & NOT EVEN KNOW IT. the weight of death sitting on her chest too hard. too heavy to contain. breaking those walls he knows so well to down into pebbled dust and exposing all the pain he sees in her eyes. with her away, on a short flight back, he manages to catch maybe half an hour. he has to, IF HE WANTS TO KEEP ANY SEMBLANCE OF HIS SANITY. until her presence stirs him back awake. because, after all, she's not only one whose pissed. only a low grumble as he sits up on the couch announces his presence. when he blinks his eyes open, her finger is already pointed at him. "oh, christ, i warned ya." & he did: WARN HER. in more words than rip wheeler usually uses for just about anything. but what he should've done was get on that fucking plane with her. regret won't change the past though. he's settled that part of himself a long time ago. "an' i warned 'im too." meaning, he's heard from travis. the warning was for the next time he saw him though. he nods to the chair across from him for her to sit and join him. "walk me through it."

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... ﹙ @wheelure ﹚ ʊ / she’s a itching for a fight when the plane touches down in bozeman. HER SKIN CRAWLING AND HER TEETH GRIT, fire ablaze in her blood as her heels dig in deep to the hundreds year old hardwood that form the foundation of her family home. she doesn’t have to go looking for him, beth knew he’d be there waiting for her even if he’s half-asleep and exhausted from holding the ranch together in her absence. on any other day, the sight of him would draw a smile to her mouth but when her eyes meet his tonight, there’s no smile to be seen. instead her finger rises to point at him accusingly, as if he hadn’t tried to steer her away from travis fucking wheatley, while she makes her way to her father’s drink cart. “ oh DID YA, “ she bites back with a roll of her eyes as she pours herself three fingers worth of whiskey. “ i think the probability of sexual extortion warrants a bit more than’a fucking warning, rip. “ she’s fired up and a little more than exaggerating the events of her night but jesus fucking christ … the part that makes her stomach churn is how willing she would’ve been to DO RIGHT by her father and the land he fought so hard to protect. at the cost of her own morality. and rip knew that … so did travis. even if he’d never planned for her to see the strip poker through, the suggestion was enough to get her hackles up. she didn’t think it was fucking funny in the slightest. nevertheless, she sits opposite her husband, leaning into the corner of the plush armchair and crossing leg over knee, beth tussled her hair with her free hand. “ walk through what? he agreed to help and i didn’t have to fuck him to get it. “ there’s venom on her tongue that she washes down with a swig as she peers at rip with vibrant eyes. “ why’re you friend’s with a guy like him? … “

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guuuuuuuys!!! my girl is back in two days!!!