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‘ WHOA there man ----- -- i’m just passing through. no need to get all FLUSTERED up by my gracious good looks. ‘
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* / @honeybullet started following you !
‘ WHOA there man ----- -- i’m just passing through. no need to get all FLUSTERED up by my gracious good looks. ‘
sy: trying to be stealthy & hide, waiting for a moment to escape. me, zipping over on 12hp with an enemy rein / junk & moira following : hi :)
#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!
sy pls this is so sweet ?? i’m honoured tbh ur so amazing with every muse u write sadkamdan im blessed n i hope ur day is very wonderful tbh thank u for this
I’D DRIVE ON ALL NIGHT. ❝ so ; who were you ― ❞ softly lingers as she remains delicately perched ‘pon motel room’s dresser. slender fingertips tracing ‘cross an old pendant gifted. vibrant and starry eyed, lingering gaze lifts and subtle warmth spreads a smile. ❝ you know ; before like ― blackwatch ‘n stuff. ❞
& -― @honeybullet / j. mccree / ♥
small boy’s fram remains hunched into himself , eyes glued to the floor in refusal to look up. he’s like a kid who’s been caught stealing candy -- except he’s a kid who’s been caught ( technically SAVED ) in a fight during a drug run.
he doesn’t feel like explaining himself to whoever this is. he doesn’t NEED to. he doesn’t have to. and he knows that’s what they want to hear -- an explanation. but still he continues nearly unmoving under the cowboy’s watchful eye with lips tightly pursed and clamped shut. only his hands fidget every now and then from their clenched position of holding himself. there’s not even a THANK YOU for being saved from the fire fight ; he’ll let the first word come from the other ( as per usual ).
&& . @honeybullet
" is it true you brits jus' drink tea? not an ounce of coffee? sounds like'a nightmare t'me. "
Lena perked up from her own steaming mug–a rich concoction of teas and spices handmade in a small cafe back in the streets of London. The small cafe where she had worked as a teen, where she fell in love with the substance; occasionally, she’d order a batch, something to remind her of home and wake her up some. Ah, she missed it.
But at the same time, Lena loved her life now. And it was moments like this, moments of peace; her, her tea, and the water crashing over the rocks on the cragged cliff just outside of the base windows that she felt truly at home.
A bubbly grin graced her lips as she nodded a bit. “Nah, coffee’s a thing in England. Tastes like dirt, but it’s a thing. Much prefer tea, myself–like this,” Gloved hands gestured toward her steaming mug, filling the air with a rich scent, “This ‘as got waay more caffeine in it than your dirt water, and it tastes better.”
" alright ya no good vermin. what ya gon' done with m'hat? "
i prefer dignified rat ! / @honeybullet !
––– thumbs dipped into the top seam of his shorts, a bow-legged stance accompanying the pulled back shoulders that the blond rarely sported. only to mimic the cowboys he’d seen in now ancient movies, albeit TERRIBLY. looking in the mirror a LAUGH came from his lips, only to be folded over in laughter, hunched over as he always was.
––– the fun of PRETENDING to be the cowboy was cut short, until the cowboy in question came bursting into the rat’s play area. gasping softly as he jumped at the words said to him, eyes wide like a child being scolded. letting the oversized garment fall over his eyes, a soft, wavering laugh coming from his chest, ❛ put ‘em up –– ? ❜ making his fingers into gun shapes as he backed up from the man, pushing the hat from his view with one of the ‘ guns ’.
❝ why is life like that ? ... why am i like that ? ❞ @honeybullet / ♡ ( ♫ )