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* western movie starters

a collection of lines from westerns. tw: guns and violence.

THE SECRET OF CONVICT LAKE

‘ guess we do look kinda rough, but we’re peaceable enough. ’

‘ food and a place to sleep is all we want. ’

‘ go down and have a look. see what we’re walking into. ’

‘ you do like i say, do you hear? ’

‘ take this rifle. ’

‘ what’s the matter, kid? ’

‘ try and eat this. it’ll make you feel better. ’

‘ you know i’ve seen hound dogs get on a trail that leads nowhere. ’

‘ got to find someplace to lie down. ’

‘ you sassing me, young man? ’

‘ you bunk down there on the floor. ’

‘ i can’t stand being alone like this. ’

‘ you bloodthirsty weasel. ’

‘ are you crazy? scaring everybody half to death! ’

‘ if you don’t, we’ll blast your heads off. ’ 

‘ you want me to fix you something? ’

‘ we’re running away, but we’re still asking for food and shelter. ’ 

‘ this gun is loaded and i can use it. ’ 

THE OUTLAW 

‘ don’t go away. ’

‘ be careful. your wound – you’ll hurt yourself. ’

‘ what’s the matter? ’

‘ here we are, together again. same old happy family. ’

‘ i’ll get you warm. ’

‘ hurry up with that grub. ’

‘ i’m here, right here. ’

‘ put a bandage on the wound and see that it’s always moist. ’

‘ what do you wanna know for? ’

‘ in other words, you think you’re gonna leave. ’

‘ say, what’s eating you? ’

‘ what’s the matter? ’

‘ shook like a leaf ‘til he died. ’

‘ i’ll use one on you in a minute. ’

‘ gimme a cigarette. ’

THE BRAVADOS

‘ well, you got a name? ’

‘ just passing through. ’

‘ and don’t talk to them. ’

‘ can’t sleep anyway. ’

‘ poor devil never harmed anybody in his life. ’

‘ where have you been? ’

‘ we’ve got to get him out of here. ’

‘ are you worried about me? ’

‘ go and see what it was. ’

‘ come back here! ’

‘ you’re a stranger here. ’

‘ stop that, you idiot! ’

‘ put it down! ’

‘ ain’t we got enough trouble without you starting more? ’

‘ we had fun. ’

TOP GUN

‘ spill it. ’

‘ i need a few things. ’

‘ yeah, i hope you’re right. for your sake. ’ 

‘ if i am, it’s to keep you from running wild and getting into trouble again. ’

‘ they’re worse. ’

‘ i didn’t come back to this town. i came back to a memory. ’

‘ there’s nothing as mean as a renegade white man. ’

‘ i sure could use it. ’

‘ if it isn’t guns, it’s fists. ’

‘ tonight, that’s all i got to go on. ’

‘ be a good idea, if you like living. ’

‘ you’re right. there is still something worth fighting for. ’

‘ very considerate. ’

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valianthunts‌.

‘‘I appreciate you hospitality, Miss Roberts, but I ain’t got much to give in repayment for it.’’ @pratektar || SC.

‘   MR. MONROE,   one more   peep   out of you   &   i   swear   to the   lord above   i will   wack   you with this   fan   !   ‘   a huff,   she pours him another cup of coffee.   ‘   you just   rest up   now,   stop   worrying   about such   nonsense.   ‘

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thepeacemakcr‌.

           “N-no, no… I understand.” Even though he loved the woman, he couldn’t deny the flame had died a long time ago. Perhaps when he ran away like a coward. He cast his gaze away, trying to focus into the darkness of the forest in an attempt to conceal any trace of heartache.  Charles was everything John wasn’t. So in a strange way, he was happy for her. 

           “You should leave, you know?” He said after a pause, managing to bring a faint smile to his features. “The gang– it ain’t a good place for Jack right now.” 

         ‘   JOHN MARSTON,   don’t you go   pushing   us away.   ‘   voice   cracks,   brows furrowing together as she   desperately   tries to hang on to whatever was   left   between the two.   ‘   i know   …   i know   i said a lot of things,   made you   promise me   a lot of things.   ‘   a pause,   fingertips   ghosting   his arm before she takes it,   tries to   comfort   him.   ‘   our boy,   he still needs his   daddy.   ain’t   no one   can replace   you.   ‘

         ‘   it’s not too late,   john.   ‘   she’s practically begging.   ‘   YOU CAN STILL COME WITH US   —   ‘

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enturmoiled‌.

     it’s too early for this. another four years, and it’ll still be too early. 

   ❛ chrissakes, ain’t you never let up? ❜ ( the question is hardly for her, muttered sharp into the morning brisk without care or want for a response. he does not will not heed her, eyes anywhere but the badlands of her person as he stalks off, glower fixed fast to a sack of grain laying prostrate a little ways due south. ) ❛ askin’ me ‘ain’t we reason enough’ — ❜

    ( he realizes, too late, that repeating it is a mistake; recognizing her use of ‘we’ is a mistake, just as much as lingering on ‘our boy’ is, constraining, condemning. john stops in his tracks, volume rushing to meet the spike of heat in his skin as he turns for her, expression wrenched, his own temper sparking. ) ❛ — as if you ain’t too goddamn much as it is? you ever listen to yourself? or am i the only poor bastard gotta hear you? ❜ 

wrong answer.   always the wrong answer.

          ‘   john marston,   YOU PIG   !   ‘   anger hides the   fear   in her   voice,   cup thrown   carelessly   as she   follows   after him.   she knew   better   than to ask questions she didn’t   want   the answers to,   but perhaps she was   praying   for a different outcome.   always stuck in a fantasy.   ‘   you ain’t even   MAN ENOUGH   to look me in the eyes,   let alone   FATHER OUR SON.   ‘

          her words are   meant   to sting,   a sick game of   cat   &   mouse.   yet,   she’s still   surprised   when he bites back.   all this time she’s   begging   for a reaction,   pressing all the   wrong buttons   ;   just for a glance at his face.   a   wish   to see the   glimpse of the man   she fell in love with.   he’s in there,   somewhere    ...   he’s got to be.   ‘   you should have   never   come back,   we was better off without ya.   ‘

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A sudden calming presence beside her, paired with a hand picked bouquet of blue bonnets, pink evening primrose, daisies- and even a few bright sunflowers tied in 𝖾̶𝗑̶𝗉̶𝖾̶𝗇̶𝗌̶𝗂̶𝗏̶𝖾 ribbon raised before her eyes. In his other palm rested a small, innocent bag. "Happy Valentine's Day Abigail. Some candies and chocolate for you and Jack. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵."

               ‘   valentine’s   ?   is it   february   already,   my dear   ?   ‘   the   laundry basket   is placed at her   hip,   the corner of her lips   twitching up   as a   smile   emerges.   how   pure of heart,   honeyed words nearly gave her a   tooth ache.   ‘   you shouldn’t have.   ‘   heart   betrays   mind   &   she’s leaning forward,   eyes fluttering close as she inhales.   it smelled of   earth,   a sense of   clarity   washing over her.   she never truly   deserved   such   kindness.   ‘   ...   i didn’t get you anything,   charles.   ‘

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o h   ,,,,,,,,,,,,   hewwo   ??

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                              ‘𝐒𝐨,’ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.                                ‘ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚��𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞? ’

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WOAH,   are you   interested   in shipping with me & my badass daughter   ?   bc   if so, that’s super cool   !   shipping doesn’t   always   have to mean romantic,   as i am also   interested   in   platonic   &   hate   ships   !   want to   ship   with me   ?   just leave a heart,   &   i’ll   pop into your IMs   to discus our babies   !   it’s not   mandatory   that we’ve   written before,   but   preferred   !   ocs are more than welcomed.

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overheard micah being the racist trash that he is and got ready to throw hands….. turns out charles had it handled 

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real john marston moments

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❛  where did you learn that from?  ❜ -- Arthur

      ———  ( NSFW  ; accepting !  )  *  @apocryphorum​​.

                CHEEKS HOLLOW,   she’s got him in her mouth,   lips   cascading   down to the base.   she’s   messy,   taking him in with   every stroke,   looking him in the   eyes.   she doesn’t   stop,   doesn’t want to.   loves the way he   bucks his hips,   tries to   restrain   himself.   dainty hands stay   gripped   onto his waist,   pulling him in util she can   barely breathe.   how she   longed   to make him   unravel   beneath her.

        pulling back with a   pop,   she   licks her lips,   leans into him as she places a   kiss   to his   inner thigh,   then travels up to his   stomach.   another kiss.   '   practice,   ‘   she replies,   modest.   ‘   we don’t have to do   anything else,   arthur.   ‘   gentle,   she crawls up besides him,   cradles him,   allows his head to rest on her chest.   ‘   we can just   ...   cuddle.   ‘

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❛ am i going too fast for you? ❜

      ———  ( NSFW  ; accepting !  )  *  @charlesmiith​​.

BREATHLESS,   cheeks   flushed   as her back arches,   supple breasts   pressing against his chest.   lips   ghost   against his shoulder,   &   then   once more   as she brings him closer to her,   tongue poking between   cherry lips   to lick at his neck.   ‘   no,   ‘   she manages,   nuzzling against him as she rolls her hips into him,   tightens her grip.   ‘   you’re not,   ‘   she’s   whispering,   lungs   gasping for air   as a moan rolls off her tongue.   ‘   NOT FAST ENOUGH.    ‘

then,   she’s   pushing   him,   trying to get him to lay on his back.   ‘   let me ride you,   baby.   ‘   lust,   eyes so filled with   love   she was nearly on the   verge of tears.   ‘   you keep doing all the   work,   ‘   she   straddling   him now,   holding him down by his   shoulders   as she lowers herself onto him.   ‘   let me take care of you.   ‘   slow,   steady,   teasingly.   ‘   i want to make you cum.   ‘

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who is gonna take one for the team   &   let abby sit on their face   ?