this land is your land THIS LAND IS MY LAND - 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 - nsfw & trigger heavy dolores abernathy writing blog of hbo's westworld. THIS LAND WAS MADE FOR YOU AND ME.
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* SEXUAL PREFERENCES !
bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes.
* INCLINATIONS/HABITS:
is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual
* BODY/APPEARANCE:
small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length
* SOUNDS:
is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk
* TURN-ONS/KINKS:
having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshiped | worshiping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging
tagged by: @vaqueron tagging: @hostlegacy / @notlikegcds / ???????????
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@hostlegacy
You thought you could just snuff us out?
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james_marsden I snapped this shot of the amazing Evan Rachel Wood between takes on one of our night shoots. Tune in Sunday for episode 7 of season two on HBO.
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* ----- monochromehats !
William reached out to grab her, wanting to stop her from falling. She seemed to get like this quite a bit, more and more with each visit. It was strange…almost like she might be struggling to remember the last time. He’d visited the park quite a bit in the last two years but this was only his 5th attempt or so to help Dolores get to the end of her narrative but they’d never quite achieved it, something always getting in the way.
“It’s ok, we can rest for the night.”
she found her footing, but her eyes closed shut. FLASHES BEYOND HER EYES, of things that she couldn’t understand on her own. but still, she found herself falling into this loop, with him. her hand reached out, for him, fingers hard against the edge of his shirt as she inhaled, a shaky little breath as she exhaled. ❛ don’t we have to keep goin’? what’s what ya said. ❜
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* ------ hostlegacy !
I AM IN A DREAM , WITH YOU . —————— The words strike Bernard and he cants his head , watching Dolores speak . He listens , watching as her blue eyes light up with something that he feels is akin to a cloudless sky on a summer afternoon ——— clear , patient , and willing to warm with the sun .
While he doesn’t quite understand why Dolores would dream of him , past their conversations and past the words they exchange ——— something inside of Bernard is still touched and amazed , as Dolores is having her own dreams , and her own abstract thoughts . It is the cornerstone of humanity , since humans embraced their larger brains and their identity , and Dolores has achieved it , in her own way .
❝ That’s very nice , Dolores , ❞ he remarks kindly , hand reaching out to grasp one of her folded ones gently , a squeeze of his knuckles before letting go , the code on his tablet is long forgotten . He’s enthralled in her story , just as he used to be when Charlie would make up his own tales of adventurers and pirates , or soldiers and n'er - do - wells .
Her last sentence brings forth a logical understanding ——— and as Bernard nods , he says quietly : ❝ We are all nothing until we are something , aren’t we , Dolores ? We become , we live , and we all are destined to grow . We learn , we strive to fix our mistakes ——— but in the end we all become who we’re meant to be . I think you’re understanding that . You’re growing and learning so quickly ——— ❞
He adjusts his glasses , spine relaxing as he sits back in his chair . ❝ That’s the beauty of what you are . You get to figure all of that out on your own . ❞
------------- soft, gentle, she still had that air about her. with twitching lips AND BIG EYES, she gave bernard a wider smile, before looking down in the sheepish way that she was supposed to be. A GIRL NEXT DOOR / living a world of lies and gunshots. her hand allowed to be squeezed, watching the contact before she looked at him, knowing that she would be safe as long as he would be there. NO ONE COULD GET HER IF HE WAS THERE ! strange and stranger still / all of these new thoughts running through her mind that were hers. hers alone, but they weren’t the normal thoughts that ran through her mind. things were different, CHANGING / and in part regained a change within herself.
but still there rested a sadness. one that dolores couldn’t follow in him. UNTOUCHABLE, scratching through her belly ready to rot out. she wanted to know more, SOMETHING WAS TELLING HER TO ASK. positivity, she knew, would not last forever. even if she saw the good, focused herself on the beauty of this world, that not everyone would feel that same SUN RISE ! and there was no way to move forward without a persona question, one that slipped from her tongue as her smile turned into something more serious, lips together, eyes squinting to focus in. ❛ are you upset with me ? ❜ there wasn’t a prompt for this, something she was become more inclined to do. IMPROVISE ! ASK ! LEARN ! and was this what she was meant to do?
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slides the dash $2 …….. ship with me
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* ------ hostlegacy !
STARTER CALL ! / @tindropped !
BERNARD STANDS BEFORE DOLORES , —————— his dark eyes focused on the pistol in her hand . ❝ Are you going to kill me , Dolores ? ❞ he asks , voice wavering between simply tired and downright exhausted .
His brows peak over his eyes , his hand reaching out as if to tell her that it’s alright , that she doesn’t have to do this , that things will get better ——— but he knows that she won’t accept his help .
HER WHOLE BODY HAD A SHAKE TO IT. with a gun in her hand as it pointed perfectly at the ONLY BIT OF FAMILY SHE HAD. she remembered it all. and it all seemed to focus up back on him. ALL THE STORIES, all the times they spent together. and there she was, the beautiful girl with a gun in her hand, and it began to shake.
swollen eyes, her lips tightening across her teeth as she tilted her head. the room was all broken glass, CRASHING MEMORIES / and the flashing red light that was darker than any sunset she had ever seen. her eyes closed, FLICKING THROUGH NARRATIVES as she slowly opened back up her eyes. ❛ i’m sorry. i’m not feelin’ quite myself today. ❜
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*-------- vaqueron!
BRIGHTER AND BIGGER. the flames of violence destruction would give birth to their freedom. bigger the burn, bigger their impact upon the new world. they would soon stand with their heads held high, better than the gods that once came before them. a species who had become so intimate with death that fear of the unknown no longer lingered within. dark eyes follow the woman that stood before him, their spark that would light the flame of this movement. the breaker of their chains, the bringer of this violence.
❛ wouldn’t dream of bein’ anywhere else, wyatt. ❜ these words are an oath. a promise of indefinite fidelity. oh, how these eyes have seen too much to turn back now ! past lives are a flicker of memories, torture experienced at the hands of those who thought what was done in the dark stayed in the dark. retribution is all that matters now with a revolver still hot from being discharged. ❛ you’ve got me until the end. ❜
❛ they are gone, DEAD / you can put your gun down. ❜ her fingers touched his gun, gently as it went to allow it to guide itself back down. her eyes watched the the blackness that was around them. OH DID THEY SCREAM ! a worthless life led to a worthless death, and an inhale in her throat as she took her body closer to him, leaning toward his body with a swaying until it finally was close enough to touch. shoulder resting against his arm as she finally allowed herself to truly relax. closed eyes, she rested her forehead against his jawline. A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS ! a moment of the rancher’s daughter slipping back through.
--------her head lifted up, looking back up at him and nodded her head. UNTIL THE END / a life where they stand upon the ashes of their creators AND LIVE ! live, live, live . . . happy lives without the wheels circling to entertain. he was able to ❛ do you remember what they did to us? that fire is meant to fuel us, let that spark burn. ❜
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