HERE TO DO COWBOY SHIT.

hell, i ain't got much to lose. (ap.)

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hm. hello.

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howdy! i’ve been real busy on account of the fact that i got a new job and i’m scrambling to get health shit in order before i start, so

i’m still around on discord for yeehaw shit, but i guess i should just be straightforward and say this blog is on semi-hiatus and low activity for a while now

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arthur’s going to be a good christian boy today uwu

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:|

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hello... plot with me

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Is she gonna sit on his lap? Yes. She wants attention

and he’ll gladly give it. hands settle on her waist, coax her in closer to bring her in against his chest. then a fond kiss is pressed to her forehead as hair is pushed away from her face with rough hands turn gentle in her wake.

＂you feelin’ alright?＂ a whisper just for her to hear, worry glazing his words like honey in its subtle sweetness.

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It's one of those evenings where the saloon was completely packed, and available seats were in short supply. Luckily for her, in the short time it took for her to get seen at the bar, Arthur seems to have scrounged a seat. Fair enough, one will do, and upon arriving, she perches herself right on his knee. "Managed to get the barkeep to do his feckin' job," she begins, offering one of the beers to him. "One fer you, one fer me."

maybe he’s sank a few drinks down by this point, meandering down a path of slurred words and a head held aloft in a smear of color and motion and sound. some idle words are exchanged with the others around him, boisterous laughter erupts from him at something that wasn’t even half funny, but he’s been caught in such a JOVIAL haze of DRUNK that the urge strikes him anyway.

so when a certain redhead settles herself upon a knee, it hardly throws him – THIS MAY AS WELL HAPPEN, he figures as a hand finds a POLITE spot on the small of her back to offer some semblance of support. he takes the offered beer and knocks back a healthy mouthful, the drink left on the counter forgotten in this stumbling show of gratitude.

＂well, THANK YOU. this your way of payin’ for your seat?＂

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fuck me up and talk to me about how your muse feels about arthur dying c:

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catch arthur hating society but loving such a select few people with intensity

he absolutely hates the idea of society and its inherent imbalances, the hypocrisy, the idle bystander when an outstretched hand could haul someone worthy up. civilization as he’s seen it frustrates him, in part due to his upbringing under the boot of his father and the philosophy he came into adulthood with thanks to dutch and hosea.

but when it comes to his family, to individuals, he is filled with such steadfast loyalty. he’s right by them through and through, for better or for worse, and though he sees the ills of society staining their ways of thinking, he has seen the good and the honor in them.

for the individuals who have no honor, no good, no nothing, he sees something rotten and not worth any more time than it takes to get a bullet in their foot. 

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tumblr’s im notification noise nearly gave me a goddamn heart attack

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i know i need to be on here but! embroidery, y’know!

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WANTED: eisiramdeus‌.

✯ HE CERTAINLY HAS LEARNT A THING OR TWO ABOUT           KEEPING THOSE LIPS BUSY WITH THINGS OTHER THAN           SPITE THAT USED TO DRIP FROM THEM. ALL AMERICAN BAD BOY,           WILL TAKE A JEST LIKE THAT WITH A SHY REPLY AND A SMILE.           Who would’ve thought? Good boy.

❝I COULD PASS A DAY BY WITHON MENACIN’ YOU…❞ he says, drying off that one little drop of water off his glistening chest, if by coincidence to tell you it’s rude to stare. Eyes up, he’s talking to you. Or down. Trust your training to know which way to look. Maybe forward? Arthur seemed to like that one. But I wouldn’t tell. ❝Thing is, hon… between the two o’ us? I think yer gonna be missin’ the way I talk at you more than I would. C’mon, say I’m wrong…❞ bastard grin with a trailing laughter, straining eyes in the sun, a good chuckle bouncing his shoulders, he lets the towel hang around his shoulders. He’s daring you to contradict, but you’re right the flusterin’ red up that chest and neck says more than he needs to know. It’s sensible, he understands.

a FACET of his attention is wiped away, so his eyes cut to the side, no longer so blatantly staring at the other. heat still crawls over his skin from more than just the insistence of the sun and the hot day that urged them to the pool in the first place. ＂you don’t know any other way to TALK, is what i think. so it probably ain’t even an option, huh.＂ it’s not enough of a SURRENDER to properly call it one, but it’s enough of an admission to confirm what Alex already knows. after all, if he didn’t LIKE Alex’s mannerisms and attitude, he wouldn’t be here -- so no, he doesn’t want him to change, despite all his griping and grumbling when the itch of embarrassment finds him.

his own towel is passed over hair still dripping wet, leaving trails going down his forehead and the bridge of his nose.＂it’s one thing when you’re MEAN, and another when you’re bein’ RUDE, y’know.＂  

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i swear to god whenever i make a post that could even potentially be perceived as suggestive it activates niket’s third eye and i get bullied immediately

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so, I’m at the end of my rope here. i can’t even enjoy my birthday tomorrow because of this. last night, my stepdad died. he was the main provider for the household and i quit my job because of mental health reasons. unfortunately, my mom was informed that my stepdad’s benefits will be shut off for three months, while they go through a long process of determining if she’s ‘eligible’ for it. i’m trying to look for an emergency job, but in the meantime we have zero money coming in.

i really hate asking for money or aid or directions but. we are really stressed and struggling and essentially homeless as of last night. if anyone can spare anything, i would be eternally grateful. my mom has diabetes and because her status is in limbo regarding her benefits tied to my stepdad, she can’t get the necessary medication to survive. anything and everything helps. my paypal is HERE.

alternately, i can provide promos / mobile headers / etc. or even a sketch of your character if you want something in return.

if you can’t help out, that’s valid. we all have our struggles and they’re all valid. i don’t like taking things from people, it never sits well with me. but this is a really rough time and i don’t know what’s going to happen with me and my mom. if you can afford even to signal boost this post, it’ll help immensely.

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what if...... i wrote things

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i’ll get back to depressed cowboy shit eventually but i’m still feral for tenderness rn

i really see arthur being such... a bashful partner after everything he’s been through. there’s been so much hurt and self-loathing that if he finds someone who wants to be with him and he lets his walls down enough to let himself want to be with them too, that there is this measurement of shyness and reservation. he’s still loving in his way, through acts of service and private moments full of unbridled expressions of affection, but there’s a quiet anxiety, a pause as if waiting for... rejection really.

he desperately wants to avoid messing up another good thing in this life he’s living, so there can be these moments of hesitation, embarrassment if he thinks he’s done something too “ soft. “ as things progress and his sense of security deepens, this will happen less and less often, but he’s still very self-conscious and worried about how his partner perceives his advances.

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when will someone stop being a coward and sit on arthur’s lap hello send tweet