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indie multi-muse ft. film, book, vg and comic characters. 19+, tagged triggers, tagged spoilers (if any).

[dingusttmax]

from haley bennett’s instagram, emma cullen.

[multiitis]

kingofdirtandnothing​:

Tony has always been a sponge for learning. 

A lot of what he knows is useless. How to grow things, how to write things down, how to plot the track of the stars in the night’s sky. But he’s got other knowledge, about gears and pistons and gasoline and how to make things work. 

It’s the only reason he’s still alive. 

But that thirst for knowledge, it’s as bottomless as it’s always been, and he’s pliable beneath Max’s hands, trying to memorize both the lesson the gun tucked against his shoulder, and the fleeting touch he shouldn’t think so hard about. 

“Gotcha. Careful.”

Tony swallows the tide of words building up on his tongue, nervous chatter that has no place here. The last thing he wants to do is get in the way of any words Max might want to give him.

Stark raving calm.

The statement comes to mind easily. There’s a tremor to Stark that determines a specific restraint, on words, on gestures. But Max lacks the curiosity; it’s very good at killing cats and he’s alway been as wile as one.

“You got it?” There’s a reminder facing him down. The eagerness draws his attention. It glows in manners that brings forth the thought of Dag - her cursed and blessed blackhole of needing to know. Only instead of green things that reach for the sky, Stark has no type. No limit. 

As a follow up, he lifts a sawed off shotgun; pump-action and perhaps not as impactful but an easier wield. Quicker to load. He knows in the marrow belonging to his bones that Stark could handle the first prospect. He’s known to the sands of the world as someone very clever with machines. Weapons of metal class weren’t... too far off. But new is new. So his offer stands, limp in his grip, extended towards Stark with a loaded question.

[smilecapsules-deactivated202106]

Timothy Olyphant as Raylan Givens JUSTIFIED - 5x12 - “Starvation”

[villainsopera]

Jyn Erso

[sentrysvoid]

THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 9: The Marshal

[multiitis]

@kingofdirtandnothing

“Hn,”

First, Max reaches out. A firm hand on the barrel of the rifle, using the force to shove it harder into the crook of a folded shoulder. Once he rights it, he juts his chin. “That way.” A sniff; there’s too much sand, on and on forevermore. And such it will be, longer than the shadows have time in a day. “Gun has a kickback. If you hold it like that,” he points to the fixed example, “then you’ll lose yourself less when it goes.”

Experience. It’s all he can imply. The rifle, by no means, is any different looking than most. The muzzle is narrow, skinny. The gun itself seems small for a rifle. Largely unsuspecting but it smarts something awful when it wallops back. As savvy as he is with a gun, Max has even... dropped it after ammo expulsion, loathe to admit it as he is. 

...Less dropped, more... unwillingly let go with the sheer impact of it releasing. Flung. Tossed from him by its own power.

“Careful.” A nod accompanies the word, as enforce.

[multiitis]

“ A MENAGERIE OF M. … MISERY, MUSE, MISGIVENS. A MULTITUDE OF SAD SOULS. “ multi-muse featuring until dawn, mad max, jurassic park, disney & star wars muses. multi-fandom and oc friendly. 

[multiitis]

‵ i’ll do this my way. ′ // for rick from evie!!

PINTEREST !! // accepting

She’s always been about conviction.

“Of course you will,” Rick agrees with the heaviest of sighs; the least elegant of eyerolls. He knows she hates it. Evie’s always put a little extra gung in her ho and that’s always been the thrill, hasn’t it? The real check on the list of turn-on’s about her in his head he built up the first time he managed to get his mouth on her. Restrictions only exist in phrase with her, and time has taught him that Evelyn is not the type of girl to be restrained. Sure - she’s had reservations. Soft and sweet since the first moment her then-shy gaze met his. But a horse can be humble even if wild.

“And your way has always gone super well.” They’ve always been smart with each other: words and teeth. It’s meant as a ding but not to hurt so much he can’t soothe. Rick thumbs his pistol habitually, mulling his thoughts by tucking his lips together. Is his hesitation obvious? He’s been less inclined about hiding it from her the closer they get, always enriched by the way she rewards him with new glances, softer touches, and the pleased curve of her mouth - especially touching into his. “Remember the Cairo debacle? Oh - and the thing with the dig a year ago?” Closely following their lovely Hamunaptra trip, too. Loose term. They’d been fresher then. Nubile. 

“I seem to recall your way involving a lot of me having to use my gun to solve more problems that I caused.”

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   .

a  list  of  my  favorite  one  -  liners  from  the  website  pinterest  . feel  free  to  customize  as  you  wish  !

‵  perhaps  i’ll  write  a  book  of  great  shit  i’ve  done  nobody’s  ever  noticed.  ′ ‵  as  god  as  my  witness,  i  will  never  be  a  victim  again.  ′ ‵  i’m  becoming  less  interesting.  the  world  is  noticing  and  so  are  you.  ′ ‵  you  are  such  a  soft  and  messy  thing.  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ′ ‵  with  each  passing  day  i  can  feel  my  potential  melting  away  into  nothing.  ′ ‵  everyone  thinks  i’ve  gotten  better.  i  haven’t.  i’ve  just  gotten  better  at  hiding  it.  ′ ‵  i  haven’t  felt  real  in  a  long  time.  ′ ‵  i  told  my  therapist  about  you.  ′ ‵  and  i’m  plagued  by  childhood  traumas.  ′ ‵  you  don’t  need  a  reason  to  save  people.  ′ ‵  and  here  you  are  living  despite  it  all.  ′ ‵  i  can  do  this  .  and  even  if  i  can’t  ,  i  have  to.  ′ ‵  i’m  afraid  of  what  i’ve  become.  ′ ‵  i’ll  do  this  my  way.  ′ ‵  you’ll  be  just  like  your  father.  ′ ‵  i  wanted  to  write  down  exactly  what  i  felt  but  somehow  the  paper  stayed  empty.  i  could  not  have  described  it  any  better.  ′ ‵  sometimes  i  have  a  way  with  words  —  sometimes  words  have  their  way  with  me.  ′ ‵  some  days,  i  feel  everything  at  once.  other  days,  i  feel  nothing  at  all.  i  don’t  know  what’s  worse;  drowning  beneath  waves  or  dying  from  the  thirst.  ′ ‵  don’t  promise  to  live  forever,  promise  to  forever  live  while  you’re  alive.  ′ ‵  you  wear  the  kind  of  smile  that  would  be  cruel  not  to  kiss.  ′ ‵  in  your  hesitation  i  found  my  answer.  ′ ‵  thinking  of  you  is  a  poison  i  drink  often.  ′ ‵  flowers  will  grow  from  by  bones.  ′ ‵  if  i  can  still  breathe,  i’m  fine.  ′ ‵  you  already  know  how  this  will  end.  ′ ‵  who  am  i?  ′ ‵  i  fought  the  war  but  the  war  won.  ′ ‵  we’ll  never  be  those  kids  again.  ′ ‵  they  made  you  into  a  weapon  and  told  you  to  find  peace.  ′ ‵  they  know  you  walk  like  a  god  —  they  can’t  believe  i  made  you  weak.  ′ ‵  a  scar  means  i  survived.  ′ ‵  i  was  not  made  to  be  subtle.  ′ ‵  my  purpose  is  greater  than  my  pain.  ′ ‵  you  will  not  choke  the  divine  from  me.  i  am  my  own  god  and  martyr.  ′

[yocalio]

Rick O’Connell: *swaying in place nervously while trying to impress a girl*

[vivienvalentino]

BRENDAN FRASER & RACHEL WEISZ The Mummy, 1999

[oceluna]

[harvestingred-archived]

I aim to fight.

Emma Cullen, the true Angel of Death.  

[jurassicparkfilms]

Jurassic Park (1993)

[anneboleynsarchive-blog]

#90s brendan fraser is a blessing

[jurassicmovies]

[multiitis]

@moonstonetm

“I used to have only three books.” An innocent thought come to light, drawn by the lazy crawl of a sunbeam’s reach. Stacked on high shelves are more books than she’s had the chance to read, in order by alphabet and each with their own lovingly left marks. Some are withering from age and too much dog-earing; some still have their rigid spines, unyielding to the turn of every page. And Rapunzel loves them. So weird! To love something like that. Maybe - the concept feels like people outside looking in would find it to be so but... she’s beyond those discomforts now. Right? 

“I read them so much,” she continues, and with all the effort in her midday sleepiness, pulls herself onto her side to face Cass better. “All the time, because they were all I had -- that I could recite them by memory.” Despite what it had been like back then, she can’t help the smile that apples her cheeks. She did love those books. They offered a fondness in a time of lonely silence. A speck of light in the heaviness. Even now, she can see the words write themself in head head: There once was a lonely hill that overlooked a kingdom...

“...where a princess lived and minded her own business,” Raps recited, gaze flicking up to skip across the loveliness of Cass’ face. “Until business decided that it would need her help.”