#tallinthesaddle

[curtisleeputman]

https://itun.es/us/nM7Ow

[curtisleeputman]

#Nowplaying watch the #TallinTheSaddle (When I Ride) lyric video and download from #iTunes https://youtu.be/nLq5eJh8aX4 #songwriter

[curtisleeputman]

#Nowplaying watch the #TallinTheSaddle (When I Ride) lyric video and download from #iTunes https://youtu.be/nLq5eJh8aX4 #songwriter

[shitecassidy-blog]

YOU CAN'T TAG ME TWICE

YOU GOT TWO CHARACTERS WITH DIFFERENT NAMES BITCH I SO CAN

SO I DID

[shitecassidy-blog]

@tallinthesaddle from (x)

“Oh, so’s quiet naughty time by the confessional now, is it? Right well, don’t worry, Padre, I’ll be silent as the grave. You stare to yer holy little heart’s content, all right?” 

And that might have even sounded genuine, if the second Cassidy tuned back around his skinny shoulders hadn’t given him away. Or the muffled chortle that echoed around the mostly but not quiet empty church.

[jawtrophy-blog]

Humanity

put a word in my ask and i’ll write a headcanon about it for my muse.

        “Humanity.” A bullshit concept, as far as Lincoln is concerned. It’s a social construct he doesn’t really care about because he’s too concerned with doing anything and everything for his own interests. He pretends to have it when it’s necessary—-knows how to play the part of the compassionate, charming coworker, employee, acquaintance. He exudes an illusion of it only when he has to. He expresses false sympathies, conveys his faux joys, appears to listen with genuine interest when spoken to so convincingly that one might never be able to tell the very gruesome means of ending the conversation he’s imagining.

        He’s.. Very self-centered. Enough that it makes him lack humanity entirely.

[tvvolips]

☤ :Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

She doesn’t care about her health, doesn’t even care about injuries that aren’t entirely fatal. Jesse’s the one that usually mothers her about that. She does, however, think about the future a lot, wonders if she’d ever be able to have a child again. She disregards her own personal safety when it comes to Jesse or anyone she cares about. She has and will take a bullet for him and give him a grin after, tells him: “You owe me.” 

[tvvolips]

Is that my shirt?

It’s the stupidest fucking shirt: “I went to Snake Pit and all I got was-” with a cartoon snake eating the rest of the words, but the memory was clear. They’d been in Tennessee in the back of her chevelle, her laying atop his sweaty body after sex, tracing lines into his chest. “You scared of anything?” she asked, and he went silent for awhile, got that broody look she knows well enough to know it involves his family, so she’s quick to talk, “I’m scared of snakes. Once, I saw a snake kill a rabbit all by itself. Scared ever since. I wish I could face one, y’know? Get that fear out.” he never replied, just lazily stroked the bumps of her spine. A day later, he drove for a bit while she kicked her feet out of the passenger window, smiled as the wind whipped her hair every which-way. The car jerks to a halt and she jerks her head over to look at Jesse and he’s got that knowing smile he always has when he’s done something that’ll melt her heart. She poked her head up over the window, saw “Snake Pit,” and in her disbelief, punched him in the shoulder hard enough to bruise. He held her hand while she crouched over that pit, all those writhing snakes, and suddenly, she wasn’t scared. She was sad. It wasn’t right, all those poor snakes wriggling over each other, no place to hide. She looked to Jesse, saw the same feeling in his face and suddenly, she gave him a look that said: “do it,” before she headed into the gift shop. The man running the tourist trap quickly followed and she picked out the gaudiest shirt for Jesse that she could, spent her time sweet talking the man ‘till she heard the screams and when she was out, nearly thirty snakes were slithering off in all directions and Jesse was grinning like he did when he beat her at checkers when they were kids. He used to wear that shirt all the time to bed, just so they could chuckle over that memory. Now, it hung from her body, an attempt to feel like they were still that close, still smiling about it. “Yeah, remember that?” she asks, afraid he’ll dismiss it, afraid he’ll pretend they never spent all those years together, in love.“’Course I do, remember the rattler that bit that old fucker right in the dick?” And suddenly, they’re both laughing until they’ve got tears in their eyes.