[sapphorpc]

my drafts : appear in the corner of my eye for a moment me :

[thewhistlr]

👙- Favourite outfit to wear in bed?

( not accepting. )

When and if he actually makes it to his domain to rest or while romantically involved, nothing is more comfortable or impressive to wear than his birthday suit. Night shirts are constricting, concealing. Socks don’t provide enough traction, and both are far too warm to allow him to sleep comfortably, so. Nothing is his best and only bet, whether he wants to successfully get a good nights rest or seduce a house guest. 

[thewhistlr]

young lovers au // aesthetic

“ sometimes i go dark

blocked by the world

you shine so bright on the other side ,

givin' life to the earth “

@softmalldrifting

[thewhistlr]

post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse rules: repost, don’t reblog!

ach so gern - lindemann

" and not always on the mouth

i just wanted to know what it was like ,

and kissed until my lips were sore "

the whistler - the white buffalo

" step aside ,

step aside ,

oh , let the whistler through ,

there really ain't no help at all for folks like me and you. "

mein teil - rammstein

" looking for a well built

eighteen to thirty year old

to be slaughtered by the master butcher. "

tagged by: stolen ( i forget who from )

tagging: @softmalldrifting​ @driftingmcses​ @hopeandlimerence @formidablekind @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins & anyone else that wants to do this. 

[winterswake]

- Then kill him!  

Gangs of New York (2002) dir. Martin Scorsese

[headspace-hotel]

Literally none of my story ideas come with a plot, ever. WITHOUT FAIL, it’s always just an Aesthetic, like two and a half characters, some very, very vivid settings, and a weird concept. Never plot. Not even an inkling of a plot. My brain tosses me this cool stuff and is like welp i’ll be back in 4-5 business months 

[softmalldrifting]

The range’s filled up with farmers an’ there’s fences ev'rywhere, A painted house ‘most ev'ry quarter mile; They’s raisin’ blooded cattle an’ plantin’ sorted seed, An’ puttin’ on a painful lot o’ style!

There hain’t no grass to speak of an* the water holes are gone, The wire of the farmer holds them tight; There’s little use to law 'em an’ little use to kick, An’ mighty sight less use there is to fight.

The Old Cowboy’s Lament, from (x)

@boozeandpeppermint

visuals for the lean (and secretly mean), multi-faceted Marshall Braithwaite, created by Bobby. 

[requiem-infernum]

"He was capable of hurtful things, and he was capable of deep love."

Nora Walker (about her son, Bryce Walker)

[forloveofthestory-deactivated20]

Quick little PSA, but if you ever want to drop a thread? It’s genuinely okay to let me know. It doesn’t mean we can never write together again. When you’re not enjoying an RP, it shows in the writing, and honestly I hate feeling like I am dragging someone through a thing, because if you’re not happy, I absolutely am not either. I want us to both be having fun!

So please, never feel obligated to keep a thread around. I believe in following through on communication, in telling partners when something isn’t working, and I hope you guys will feel comfortable doing the same. Because seriously, it’s no sweat. Sometimes, a thing just isn’t right, and that is completely okay. Nobody should ever feel compelled to do a thing they’re not feeling, that’s silly. 

[formidablekind-a-deactivated202]

ask || muses || rules

indie oc mumu. written by stephi.

[thecjwestd]

And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

[movierpmemes]

BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (2005) SENTENCE MEME. feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.

beats working for my old man.

can’t please my old man, no way.

your folks run you off?

well, we got to do something about this food situation.

i wouldn’t mind sleeping out there.

that ain’t the point.

i warn you, i can’t cook worth a damn.

you can’t be no worse than me, then.

that’s more word than you’ve spoke in the last two weeks.

hell, that’s the most that i’ve spoke in a year.

you may be a sinner, but i ain’t yet had the opportunity.

you’ll freeze your ass off.

just quit your hammering and get in here.

fuck me!

see you for supper.

it’s a one shot thing we got going on here.

it’s nobody’s business but ours.

i don’t need your money.

i can’t believe i left my damn shirt up there.

you’re wasting your time here.

it’s not so lonely now, is it?

i’d like to buy ___ here a beer.

so where do you figure the most pussy’s at, las vegas or california?

hey, you might wanna keep it down.

___, just leave them alone. let’s just move.

you wanna lose about half your fucking teeth, huh?

wait, hold on. you don’t think i’m too fast, do you?

maybe we should put the brakes on?

fast or slow, i just like the direction you’re going.

you are in a hurry.

i’m supposed to be at home with the car by midnight.

i got a million things to do here before i can leave.

i’d rather be at my job, if i lose my job.

what about my job?

we’ll more likely just go out and get drunk.

___ fuckin’ ____!

we might not get back tonight, when we get to drinking and talking and all.

would you get me a pack of smokes?

didn’t think i’d hear from you again.

i figured you were sore from that punch.

i got out while i could still walk.

i swear to god, i didn’t know we was going to get into this again.

i couldn’t get here fast enough.

what are we gonna do now?

well, i doubt there’s nothing we can do.

i’m stuck with what i got here. and making a living is about all i got time for now.

i’m starving. wanna get something to eat?

i’m enjoying my peace and quiet.

you know it could be like this. just like this. always.

it’d be a sweet life.

we’re around each other and this thing grabs hold of us again in the wrong place, in the wrong time, and we’re dead.

we can get together, once in a while. 

if you can’t fix it, ___, you got to stand it.

i’m sure as hell sorry. you know i am.

i’ll see you next month then.

we don’t eat with our eyes.

now you sit down, you old son of a bitch.

now you sit down before i knock your ignorant ass into next week.

that don’t mean nothing, ___.

don’t try and fool me no more, ___. i know what that means.

shut up, listen to me, you don’t know nothing about it!

get out. get out! you hear me, ___? get out!

hey asshole! watch where you’re going!

that’s some high class entertainment, if you ask me.

you and ___, it’s normal and all?

you remember getting the feeling when you’re in town, and someone looks at you suspicious, like he knows?

maybe you ought to get out of there, you know?

go to hell, ___.

you want to live your miserable fucking life? then go right ahead.

i was just thinking out loud.

yeah, you’re a real thinker there.

he got it all figured out, ain’t he.

wanna dance?

my feet hurt.

i’m trying to get a foot rub, dummy.

thank you for asking to dance with me. i really appreciate that.

he wouldn’t listen to me even if he knew he was going deaf tomorrow.

you don’t think i’m the one for him?

you’re good enough.

you don’t say much, but you get your point across.

sorry. i didn’t mean to be rude.

you’re standing on your feet, cowboy.

i was thinking, maybe i could come stay with you.

you probably deserve it.

the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.

there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you, bud.

you know, you had a fucking week to say some little word about this.

why is we’re always in the friggin’ cold?

you know me. about all the travelling i’ve ever done is around a coffee pot looking for the handle.

there ain’t never enough time. never enough.

this is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.

you forget what it’s like being broke all the time.

you got a better idea?

i did once.

is that a fucking problem?

we could have had a good life together. a fucking real good life.

but you didn’t want it, ___.

everything’s built on that. that’s all we got.

so i hope you know that, if you don’t never know the rest.

you tell me you’ll kill me for needing something that i don’t hardly never get!

you have no idea how bad it gets!

i can’t make it on a couple of high-altitude fucks, once or twice a year.

you are too much for me, ___.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

why don’t you? why don’t you just let me be, huh?

it’s because of you, ___, that i’m like this.

i’m nothing. and i’m nowhere.

get the fuck off of me.

it’s all right.

you’re sleeping on your feet like a horse.

i don’t get you, ___.

i was probably no fun anyways, was i?

he drank a lot.

we was good friends.

want a cup of coffee, don’t you? piece of cherry cake?

i’ll have a cup of coffee.

i feel awful bad about ___.

i can’t begin to tell you how bad i feel.

like the car?

___, you need more furniture.

if you got nothing, you don’t need nothing.

we’re getting married.

[softmalldrifting]

Oh, it’s gettin’ onto spring, an’ so let us up an’ sing 

Of the greenin’ of the prairies in the sun, An’ the comin’ of the birds an’ the fat'nin’ of the herds 

Start a tunin’ up your voices ev'ry one.

Springtime On The Range, from (x)

@boozeandpeppermint

more visuals for the lean (and secretly mean), multi-faceted Marshall Braithwaite, created by Bobby.

[soul-angelos-deactivated2023102]

[passagesandpages]

“I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading to.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[jimmycagney]

[youvebeenwarned-deactivated2019]

½ hopeless romantic

½ wants your blood on his hands