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@scotteastwood:Well…..we caved. Freddy is is the newest member of the family. Damn puppies make me happy…..I mean really happy. #littlebuddy #puppiesmakemehappy #whitelab #clumsy #poopingeverywhere #cutenessoverload #wolfbait #unclescotty

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@drippingbloodandgold ;; my muses’ reaction to yours.. wandering alone at night .

Matt’s brows pulled together as he walked home, recognizing the gait of someone walking towards him. It was dark and he couldn’t quite make out their face, but he knew that stride anywhere. “Val?” He called, jogging to catch her before she could pass him. Reaching out, his hand closed around her wrist and he squeezed gently. “Hey-- dove, what are you doing out so late?” He asked, frowning a bit in confusion.

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He couldn’t really help it-- Matt had a thing for when she got all angry like that, putting assholes in their place the way she did. And she did it really well. A chuckle escaped when she glared, but his expression softened a bit and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “What can I say, any time your anger isn’t directed at me, it’s hot.” Matt teased, waggling his eyebrows when she poked him in the chest. There was the smile he loved so much, even as she was threatening him. “Like that would be such a bad thing.” He smirked, bringing a hand up to rest on her cheek as he leaned down to press his lips to hers. 

“You’re hot when you’re angry” ( matt n o xD )

She had to stop and assess what he said for a moment. He just called her hot for wigging out at the dude that tried to tell her that girls can’t fight. That was definitely a pissed off mood killer but she didn’t want to let on just yet. So instead she glared at him and pouted a little. “You’re only saying that because it isn’t directed at you.” She poked him in the chest and managed another small huff before she grinned. “Knock it off or you might get dragged out of here by your belt.” She teased, leaning in and tipping her face up for a kiss. 

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Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

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STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”

“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting my poop.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] So it involves feces and large birds.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.

[text] I will not get you donuts.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.

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“You’re damn right you should have done this differently!” He all but shouted, anger and frustration and sadness boiling over. Was he happy she was back? Yes, exceedingly so. But he was pissed the truth had been hidden from him the way it had. “Why couldn’t you have just told me, Val?! Why couldn’t you be honest with me?” He asked, shaking his head and pausing by the door as she followed after him. What did he see? A humorless laugh escaped and he turned to look at her, taken back a moment by the ring of gold around her pupils.

“The better question is what didn’t I see? They were showing it when I was doing my SHIELD training-- I saw the whole thing, Val. I made... made them keep playing it.” Tears stung his eyes as he blinked down at her, swallowing thickly past the lump in his throat as he struggled with his emotions. The anger giving way to sadness as he recalled what the video had shown. “You said my name, and that you loved me... and I watched you die. Coulson was there, in the video. And your brother, and Grace. Why wasn’t I allowed to know? I should have known, Val. I should have been there for you--”

A sob escaped and he felt his heart in his throat as he pulled her to him, one hand burying in her hair as he nuzzled at the top of her head. “You said my name-- and I’ve never felt so goddamn helpless in my entire life. I should have been there for you, Val. And I just...” He let out a shaky breath and squeezed his eyes closed. “I never stopped loving you-- not for a second. You’re it for me, you still are.”

"Honestly, Matt? I don't blame you at all. It's my fault. Not yours." (Justfuckmeupmaniamsoready)

meme ;; drippingbloodandgold

“You’re damn right this is on you!” He nearly yelled, face flushed with anger as he somehow managed to push away his tears. Matt wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but he was pissed off. “Three fucking years, Val! Three! You didn’t think I could handle the truth?! You didn’t think maybe, even if you didn’t come back, that I wouldn’t have wanted the truth?! Your brother sure as hell seemed certain that you’d be alright, why wasn’t I allowed to hope like he did? Why didn’t you let them tell me what the fuck had happened?” Matt demanded, staring at her, feeling awful that his words were likely hurting her as much as he’d hurt at first, when he’d found out she’d died.

Val had no idea what he’d gone through, she didn’t have a fucking clue about the nightmares he’d had, imagining her dying over and over and over, and being completely helpless. “And then– the fucking icing on the sundae was watching it in class, watching you fighting off that… that thing and dying. And your mom! I went to her after, I tried talking to her, but she just told me you hadn’t wanted to give me false hope or whatever, so did Thor.” He rubbed his hands over his face, avoiding her gaze and shaking his head, desperate for some fresh air. “Like moving on would be so easy, false hope or not. I wanted you, Valerie, I still want you. I love you for fuck’s sake. I just– I need to go breathe.” Matt grumbled, grabbing his coat and making for the door, closing it gently behind him before shrugging into his coat and walking down the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

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Scott Eastwood is photographed for 20th Century Fox on November 5, 2014 in Los Angeles, California

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Scott Eastwood in Oceanside (september 03)

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Scott Eastwood is One Hot ’Where’s Waldo?’ for Halloween!

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Perfect angles of the beautiful facial expressions of Scott Eastwood during promotion of the film The Longest Ride in New York on March 29.

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Six long years and Valerie never dreamed she would finally be here. She never thought she would be in her own home, a lovely comfortable home, with a beautiful baby girl and a successful life that did nothing but pad her daughter’s little nest. She had business that was growing with each passing week, and a ragtag family that would do anything for her. She considered her life pretty ideal now. A small smirk tugged at her lips. If that no good bastard could see her now, wouldn’t it just kill him. His daughter was richer than he ever dreamed he would be at nearly six years old, and that was all thanks to him trying to double cross Victoria’s mother. But that was in the past now.

Valerie brought herself out of her musings as she brushed her daughter’s hair as her little girl read her primer out loud. “Very good sweet heart. You’re wearing your green dress today, right, baby? Do you want the white ribbons, the black ribbons or the green ribbons in your hair?” Victoria picked the white to go with her lace on her dress and preened as her mama thought that that was such a good choice. “Start over, sweet girl. Sound the word out if need be,” she cooed as she started braiding the soft raven hair into a crown.

“Ms. Allbright!” The shout started downstairs and grew in frantic pitch as it was repeated a few more times. It started making Victoria nervous and Valerie was fit to murder under her calm exterior. How dare they frighten her baby?

Valerie sighed as she finished the braid, making Victoria giggle at the comical exasperation she showed. Everything was alright Victoria realized, and it was something playful and not to fear. Once Valerie was sure Victoria was alright she pressed a kiss to her daughter’s head. “Stay here baby girl.” She whispered. “Miss Julia is going to take care of you until I get back.” Valerie stood in a swish of cream and peach silk and checked her perfectly placed hair. 

Valerie wore the latest fashion from the east coast and a delicate amount of jewels, ensuring she showed class instead of crass. But that was something she was known for, Ms. Allbright and her girls were always the finest dressed and best behaved and if one wanted to be in the company of a proper lady for the evening, or maybe not entirely proper, they went to the Golden Feather. She stepped into the hall and sent for Miss Julia. She let the woman into the room and locked the door behind her. Her child’s safety was paramount to her.

The soft loving mother faded and the shrewd, at times heartless, business woman came to the forefront as she calmly walked to her closet to finish dressing. The woman who started the most successful saloon outside of San Francisco, the Golden Feather, ran a notorious band of Robin Hood type gang, the Campeones. And that was something done with a decent mix of compassion, flattery, and an iron fist and steel spine that earned respect and a little fear. Valerie strode towards the room where she kept her and her daughters clothes. She selected a white wide brimmed hat with a long trail of cream satin ribbons and a peach plume. Once that was settled she tugged on white kidskin gloves and a pearl handled revolver polished to a high shine to complete her look.

The shouting had stopped but the energy in the empty saloon downstairs set her teeth on edge. She stood at the banister and looked down at the massive room, kept clean and welcoming per her orders. It was a little strange to have someone in the saloon area considering the restaurant serving breakfast was the only open part of the building this morning but it was fine. She smiled down at the young teen who had been frantically calling for her and recognized him as one of the new boys to join her crew, a son of one of her captains she believed. “You called?” He pointed out to the figure waiting outside the glass doors to the saloon but didn’t say anything when Ms. Allbright put her finger to her lips to hush him.

Valerie thanked him and sent him to get a treat from Dahlia in the kitchen, one of the turnovers and a glass of milk if he liked. Soon as he was out of sight she descended the stairs, keeping her eyes on the figure on the other side of the frosted doors. She stepped out of the doors, a sweet welcoming smile on her face, and her revolver hidden in a special pocket in her skirt. “What can I help you with this fine day?” 

He’d been in town near a week now, setting up shop and helping the old Sheriff with the transition. Making sure his sister was comfortable in their new home-- though not quite as large as their home back east, it was big enough for the both of them. He and Liza still had more than enough room. Matt had been taking his time introducing himself to the people in town, playing nice guy and letting them all know that he wasn’t going to tolerate any trouble, which they all seemed to take with a grain of salt.

His last stop had been at the saloon that he’d heard was run by a woman, not that he cared much one way or the other who the owner was so long as there wasn’t any law breaking going on. Politely as he could manage, he asked the barkeep if he could see the owner, and stepped outside after he started hollering for a Miss Allbright. 

The former sheriff had told him she wasn’t someone to be crossed, and Matt wasn’t exactly sure what to make of that. Was she dangerous? Running a saloon, he wouldn’t exactly be surprised if suspicious activity was going on around her business, but how much of it was she aware of? Turning at the sound of a voice, he tipped his hat at her and cleared his throat, doing his best not to let his gaze linger for too long where it shouldn’t.

“Afternoon, ma’am. Terribly sorry for interrupting, just been going around introducing myself to the folks around here.” He offered a toothy grin and stuck his thumbs into the belt of his holster. “New sheriff in town-- Matthew Wells. Just arrived a week ago with my sister. Got a look inside, you run a tight ship, Miss. Seems like a fine place you’ve got here.” Matt said kindly, glancing quickly at the doors before looking back at Miss Allbright.

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