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cosy flannel shirts? thick socks? boots??? walking the dog in the rain? crunchy leaves?? reading while it rains???

texas peyton LIVES for autumn.

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babe wake up new rex just dropped!!!!

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shesdaylight-arch​:

2) one muse rests their hands on the other’s shoulders from behind,  intending to soothe them and intimidate an unwelcome third party. // @casanovarogue | selectively accepting | meme.

Parties were fun.  She enjoyed the thought that went into them,  the decor and the planning and the effort.   She enjoyed dressing up and dancing and listening to the musicians play;  everything that went into them made the events perfect, and fun, and exciting.   Parties hosted by Corona were colorful and vibrant and full of music and food and people.   Parties hosted by Corona’s neighbors and allies were just as fun, and though she loved having parties in her home kingdom she also thought it was fun to travel to the others and see what they do differently with their decorations, their menu, their music.   

The walls that made up the ballroom in this particular castle were glass, the lights made home in the chandeliers reflecting off of every single surface, making the room look like a mirrorball.   Like a bunch of dancing stars surrounding every single guest.   Her arms swayed as she finished a twirl, the final move of her dance shared with her mother to their favorite song;  she laughed, the fabric of the skirt of her dress twirling along still before falling to a stop.  Green eyes scanned the room in search of Texas, hoping to share a dance or two or three hundred with him and as she found him, her heart stopped for a quick moment.  

For once, not at the sight of him - which was typical in any instance - but the sight of him speaking with another royal.   One she didn’t know too well, but knew enough about to feel insecurities that she hadn’t felt since the tower.   Radiant skin, piercing blue eyes, hair that looked as soft as silk…   The simple reminder that her husband could have any one he wanted and he still chose were wasn’t enough to make her feel lighter.    She didn’t like to think of herself as a jealous person, but this…   this was Exhibit A.   The only proof she needed to confirm that she was.

She walked over to the pair,  still hoping to steal a dance with her husband before the crowd split for dinner,  and as she approached she spread a smile upon her lips.  Soft and pink, her smile warm and friendly despite the insecurity in her eyes, and a hand gently placed to her husband’s shoulder.  “I hope I’m not interrupting, I was hoping to steal meine Liebe before dinner is announced.”

It was still so strange to him that he was welcome in places like this. Of course, there were still those snobbish royals and nobility who had heard of his background and who looked down on him for it. There were noble men who hated him, he was sure, for marrying Rapunzel when they felt they ought to have been given than privilege. He didn’t care. He was here to support his wife, nothing else. Except perhaps the buffet table.

There were, though, some of ‘higher standing and good breeding’ that found his wildly different background pretty fascinating. He was talking to one such woman, a duchess from somewhere he’d already forgotten the name of. He’d blame the champagne for that. She didn’t know any details, of course - nobody did - but she was poking and prodding him for information, resting a hand on his arm now and then as she laughed. 

“It was never the plan. Hell, I had the hots for her the second I laid my eyes on her - had no idea she was a princess. Scared the hell outta me when I found out,” he laughed. And then, there was a hand on his shoulder. He glanced around and there she was - he smiled immediately, automatically, the way he almost always did when he saw her.

He reached up to squeeze her fingers. “Hi,” he greeted, turning his head just enough to give her a quick peck on the lips. “Nah, Freckles, we were just chattin’. S’nice to meet you...” Still awkward in such a setting, he held out his hand for the Duchess to shake - she looked at it in confusion for a moment or two before shaking. 

Tex slipped his hand into Rapunzel’s, guiding her a little ways away and grinning the entire time. “Jealousy is a sin,” he played knowingly, looking down at her with a smirk. He knew she trusted him completely and knew that her insecurities were deep-rooted due to her upbringing - he wasn’t about to hold a bit of jealousy against her. He understood.

“She was very nice, Freckles, but... she’s no you.” He leaned down to kiss her softly, briefer than he would have liked - but hey, they were at a royal ball, and certain decorum was expected.

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nowat-shesdaylight​:

dawn flavored / ❛ i think you had a nightmare … you seemed upset . ❜

She hadn’t slept, not completely through the night.   Usually, it was the other way around but she preferred to be the one having a restless night;   Tex deserved the peaceful slumber, the feeling of refreshment upon awaking.   And because she didn’t have a great night’s sleep, cut short in the early hours of the morning only for her to stay in bed for longer than usual - the only difference between her purposely staying in bed longer was that was usually planned.  This, however, had her pulling the covers just over her nose so she hid in the comfort and warmth of them,  feeling safe in them.   Safe from the torment brought on by her own brain.    “I’m fine,” she finally spoke in a whisper, eyes averting his as she wrapped her throw around her as though to give her that extra comfort in a more portable fashion.    She wasn’t a good liar - Tex, of all people, knew that, and she knew from the moment her words left her lips that it would be painfully obvious.    “Just….   just a little rattled, is all.   I’ll be fine.”   // @casanovarogue​ | accepting.

Okay, yeah, she was maybe the single worst liar he’d ever met, and often her attempts at deceit might make him smile. Right now, though? He just frowned at her. “Hey...” She wasn’t looking at him. He knew something was a big deal when she wouldn’t look at him.

He settled beside her, a warm hand resting on her knee and squeezing softly. “S’okay. Y’wanna talk ‘bout it or pretend it never happened...?” God, he hated it when she had nightmares. She didn’t deserve them, and it made him want to fight every person and thing in her past that continued to torment her. 

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shesdaylight​:

intimacy memes / try not to fall in love with me.   // @casanovarogue | selectively accepting.

He was kidding. Or at least, she assumed he was kidding. With him it was always easy to joke around, to be playful, and yet his words were enough to send a twist into her chest, a little flutter of butterflies in her stomach at the thought of falling in love with a man who used to be a stranger to her. She ignored the faint shade of pink upon her cheeks, thinking that if she doesn’t acknowledge it then it’ll simple fade away - but it’s still there. Still showed. It was a funny thing, she thought, how meeting by chance could turn into something more - though, at this point ( she thought ) it was all one sided.

This was why she didn’t do casual hookups. This was why she didn’t have one night stands, why flirts at the bar either resulted in a pursuit that ended in nothing or resulted in nothing at all. But he was different, crept through the cracks of that wall. Of her heart. She didn’t do casual hookups because she got attached, so easily. So fully. At first she chalked it up to the friendship they’d formed, the bond they’d created after establishing their relationship. A friends with benefits, and soon enough Rapunzel considered Tex to be one of her best friends. Who she slept with. She couldn’t quite place when she realized she’d caught feelings for him, nor when they first were caught, but one night at his place after they were finished she caught a glimpse of him with his eyes closed, and her heart had been forever changed.

And now, back at his place, back in his bed, under his covers, she couldn’t help but look at him. The smile, just like the blush upon her cheeks, that played her lips should have given her away, but she breathed out. Eyes soft, looking him over, as though Tex was the greatest thing in the entire world - and to her, he was. “I’ll try,” she finally spoke, voice a whisper; though despite her words, despite her best efforts, she knew she’d already fallen. 

And she’d fallen hard.

This was definitely the longest... relationship he’d ever had. He didn’t even like saying (or thinking) the word ‘relationship’. It felt like too much. Too scary. He didn’t know at all how to deal with it, and it freaked him the fuck out, thanks very much. But what else was this? They weren’t together. There were technically no commitments whatsoever between them. He could just stop texting one day. But by now, despite his best intentions, she was genuinely his closest friend, as well as someone he was almost exclusively sleeping with. 

You’re in it this time, Peyton. 

Shiiit. 

He shoved those thoughts aside. Not everything needed a label or deep analysis or whatever else. The point was that they were both happy with this arrangement, right? Nothing had to change. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, wasn’t sure if he could even handle being in an actual romantic relationship, even short-term. He was far too fucked up for that as far as he was concerned. But this? This he could do.

“Good. I’ll understand if you do, I know it’s hard,” he muttered playfully, raising his eyebrows. By now, cuddling was second nature to them. It’d been a big step at the time, a show of intimacy and vulnerability that’d made him nervous, but now... he looked forward to it. He’d vehemently deny it if asked, but it was just as important to him as their less family-friendly activities.  

So he shifted a little closer, winding an arm around her beneath the covers and leaning his face against her shoulder with a long, low sigh. They were safe, though. He was fundamentally unlovable, he’d known that his whole life. Fuckable, desirable, sure. People could get crushes on him. But he couldn’t remember the last time somebody loved him, in any capacity. Psssh. Fat chance. Was for the best, though. He sighed again, eyes closing, her scent filling his mind with its sweet familiarity. “We’ll make a deal. No falling in love, either of us. We can make a secret handshake.”

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[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: no they were awful

[text]: duuuude are you kidding??? i literally nearly quit my job just so i could go home quicker

[text]: i’ll return the favour later ;) in person ;) at home ;)  n a k e d ;) 

[text]: too many winky faces? never ;) ;) ;)

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send ღ for a first kiss between our muses // @casanovarogue | selectively accepting.

She looked like a mess.   Since, pretty much their first night out on the search, she’d looked like a mess.    Dirt and mud painted her clothes and her cheeks - thankfully, now, she was able to properly clean her skin as quick as she could in the airplane bathroom - and her hair was as nice as she could have it look.    She looked incredibly far away from the put-together curator she’d looked like before stepping onto the flight before it all began.    And though she was the most excited for a shower and a change of clothes - something comfy, preferably - than she’d ever been in her life….    she was glowing.    She looked like a mess, but her eyes were beaming, smile wide as she walked beside him in the airport.   It was, mostly, because they’d succeeded at retrieving the stone for the museum but, on the other side of it, she had fun.    Sure, she had no idea what she was doing - it was Tex’s territory, after all - but she had so much fun, even in the moments where all hope felt lost.   

Rapunzel stopped walking, in the middle of the airport, needing a moment to rest her legs - and, of course, she was stubborn enough to be unable to wait until they’d gotten to a car.   Or even home, for that matter.   But as quick as she was to stop she reached out a hand, resting it to his arm to stop him, too.   He was holding the stone, though she didn’t want to look at it for once.   No, instead, she wanted a look at him.   In the past, she’d always seen the way he looked after these searches and excursions but he was cleaner.   Wearing clothes that were neater, and there were times where she even questioned if he’d actually went on these journey’s that she paid him for.    This entire trip was a learning experience for her, and now she’d seen it all.   Seen his side of the job.   

“Look, I know…   I know it was probably so stupid to bring me along…”   She’d said it countless times on the plane, and every time they hit a roadblock in their search.   She’d probably never stop thinking of it;  she was too corporate.   “…but I’m glad that you did, and…    maybe…”   Her voice trailed off, a half shrug falling from her shoulders as she wanted to say that, maybe for the next one she could tag along, too.    

So he wouldn;t feel like he’d be leaving her, so she could look out for him.   So, when the trip ended and the plane landed, there wouldn’t be no one waiting for him at the terminal but someone by his side, instead.

Rapunzel didn’t get that far, though - not yet, anyway - because the next thing she knew her words were cut off.   Her breath caught in her throat, the sudden feeling of his lips against hers.   Green eyes shut as she wound her arms around his shoulders, bringing herself to the tips of her toes in the middle of the airport, kissing him after, admittedly, wondering what it would feel like.   What it would feel like to have his breath meet hers, to be so close where even she didn’t know where she ended and he began…   Don’t get so carried away, she thought, and with that her mind shut off.   She parted her lips, instinctively gliding her tongue along his bottom lip before catching it between her teeth.   As suddenly as it began, though, she found herself breathlessly wanting more, brushing her nose along his as he pulled away.    Rapunzel swallows, cheeks flushing pink, a smile upon her lips.   

“—Maybe we could do it again?”

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send ღ for a first kiss between our muses // @casanovarogue | selectively accepting.

The night was still young, though most people would consider it the perfect time to call it a night.   To call a cab, go home, start their night routine to go to sleep.   Two in the morning, the end of her shift, and she was still wide awake despite the amount she’d danced.   It was almost like the stage had called her name, and though she’d gotten into the profession until she’d saved up enough to get her life started, she couldn’t say that she didn’t enjoy it.   Most of all, though, she enjoyed the easy nights where she danced without a breeze, without much stress or thought about it.   When the patrons of the club admired her from a distance rather than try and get handsy with her.   Those nights mixed with visits from Tex were probably her favorite, because at the end of her shift they would walk out of the club full of laughter.    

His laugh was music to her ears, and it was contagious.   She loved it.

She stopped, though, just as they approached the street where her apartment was.   It wasn’t a far walk from the club but, then again, whenever he walked her home the walk never felt too long.   Time itself seemed to just go by fast whenever he was around - he had that affect on her.    A laugh lingered from her mouth, the kind that had her closing her eyes and resting her forehead to his shoulder.   A full laugh, one that felt good when it faded.  And even as her laughter began to fade, she still rested her forehead to his shoulder, though she turned her head so that she could peer up at him from where it rested, lips curled into the fullest of smiles.    “Thank you for the laugh, and for the walk.”   After a passing beat she finally lifted her head and as she did, her fingers brushed his, and it was hard to take her eyes off of him, to focus on anything else.  Anyone else.   

It’s now or never, she thought.    

Rapunzel lifted herself to the tips of her toes, hand raising to gently press to the scruff of his cheek.   Eyes closed again, and before she could second guess herself, before she could tell herself that it’s just all in her head and one sided and that she’d just been mixing signals from him, closed the space between them with a kiss.    The softness of her lips rested against his, parting only a little bit, not wanting to rush the kiss or deepen it too soon - even if it didn’t, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest - breath releasing from her nose and gently hitting his.    

“I, um….”  she breathed, allowing the kiss to linger for another moment before she finally pulled away to catch her breath.   Even as she pulled away, though, she stayed close, lips hovering his.    “I’m sorry, if, um—”    She cut herself off, clearing her throat, though as she apologized she couldn’t help the smile on her lips.

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i still don’t have the mental capacity or muse to actually write tex rn bUT!!! IT’S THEIR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!! AND I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH!!!!!! 

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                      𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 !!  to the couple who invented love.                                                       // @casanovarogue.

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I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t want you to leave. I don’t find it obvious what you want.

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tex, who has been very aware for almost a decade that rapunzel has a huge dirty side and is a big fan of s.ex, watching the chaos on the dash like 😎😎😎

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“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“Oh my god. Wait-wait-wait. You like me! You like-like me! Ha!”

“Don’t worry, freckles. My lips’re sealed. Won’t tell anyone, your secret’s safe wi’ me.” It wasn’t like they’d been married for almost a decade... no, totally not. But hey, it was fun to tease her regardless! That was one of the main components of their relationship. “Don’t tell anyone but you’re pretty damn cute, too.“

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random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

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