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@asundered said, “what is the son but an extension of the father?" from charlie to maverick.

" oh , “ his shoulder hits the doorframe with a thud and his arms cross as though they’ll protect him from anymore comments such as that one.

all she’s trying to do is make him consider what kindness he might have needed as a younger man that he has the opportunity to extend to harper now, but the part of his brain that clung to rationale like that had been turned off ages ago.

“ so it’s my fault he acts like that, then? “

#asundered #* int : maverick.#hereeee we go .

jb-blunk

I 💗 the human experience. There is blood in my mouth !

#* muse : maverick stymest.

@halechief from here.

“ okay. “ he itches at his anxious brow. “ okay , obviously , that didn’t come out right. gimme a second , i just ... “ it’s not so obvious that a fairer estimate of his feelings comes without effort. he has to pace for it. “ you’re not a waste of time , claire. no , i didn’t say that. what i’m saying is that we have to take into consideration that i might be , for you. alright? “

#halechief #* muse : will mcavoy.

plsbyallmeans

Mare with Drew in Mare of Easttown

#* muse : wynonna lamb.#* dyn : wynonna and jonah.#🥹

blackbloodunderthemoonlight

Mare Sheehan and her awesome people skills

#* muse : wynonna lamb.#love this woman

akamatthewmurdock

#* muse : axeman of new orleans.

time-lady-swag

fiona meets the axeman ✧

#* muse : axeman of new orleans.#im obsessed.

haleyjames

GOOD GIRLS (2018)

#* dyn : maverick and charlie.#nsfw #as i said .

sharpcbjects

DEEP WATER (2022)

#* dyn : maverick and charlie.#nsfw #its a sunday .

i222i-deactivated20240318

#* dyn : maverick and charlie.#* dyn : claire and joe.#nsfw #oop .

frodo-sam

THE OFFICE — Drug Testing.

#* dyn : colom and chris.

nessa007

#* dyn : maverick and elliott.

denisvilleneuve

The Drop (2014)

#* muse : maverick stymest.

@halechief from this.

“ weeeeell , “ his breath is hot with tones of honey colored liquor and gentle curls of smoke around his lips as the word is drawn long , low , sweetly in the back of his throat. for a moment that appears to be the end of it , his satisfaction seems earned in the silence he spends observing her against the light of the moon shining through the glass at her back until he burns down what remains of his cigarette and holds it captive in his chest. “ appetites evolve , babydoll. “

the smoke takes its time leaving him through his nose. the hand that doesn’t smother the filter of his cigarette into the amber glass extends itself out to invite her into the space he makes for her by unfolding his legs. “ what would that be? “

#halechief #* muse : axeman of new orleans.