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no offense but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull eachother back into a more passionate kiss will always be the most soul destroying trope , catch me lying on the fucking ground sobbing and rewatching The Scene™✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼

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                                                                           When I think I can overcome,                                                                                        –it runs even deeper.

                                              (indie fandomless oc)                                                          created by raquel. x

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starter call??

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          alright, so. the other day, i surpassed a hundred followers. i don’t typically like making a big deal about follower count or whatever, but beau is such an important character to me ? and i’ve always been proud of him and proud of the story and life that’s been created for him. and the fact that over a hundred of you like him means the world to me. YOU GUYS mean the world to me. there’s just a little list under the cut of some of you guys that have shown so much interest in this dickbag. and people i talk to on other blogs that have followed me here or there, y’know. just - thank you guys, so much. i love all of you. even if the people on here are some i haven’t talked to all that much.

Keep reading

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Moonrise, Part I

Joshua Tree National Park, California

March 2017

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colour studies for an upcoming comic project

https://karlottafreier.tumblr.com

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also there’s this blessing

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Chef stays tense, but something in them unwinds just a bit when his hands go back up and they have the chance to survey what he’s dropped. No phone, no camera. No gun - not that the gun would be in his pocket, but watching him move, they searched for any of the signs that one might be hidden and found nothing. As it stands, his story seems to check out.

...it also doesn’t help that Chef remembers a time when they had $10 to their name, stumbling around the state like a chicken with its fucking head cut off. 

With some reluctance, Chef lowers their gun to a state of hovering half-threateningly at their side. They also take a single step back.

“----you can turn around,” They pause, forcing their eyes to stop darting and settle on his face once he does. And then Chef is directly to the point, tone less volatile as the worst of the panic begins to fade, “---you really that desperate?”

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starter call??

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twin peaks (1990-1991) dir. david lynch s2e7 “lonely souls”

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Lachesism

n. the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a stiff prefabricated beam that barely covers the gap between one end of your life and the other. (via nyctaeus)

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send me a word! || learn all about my muse's physical features!

[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.

[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.

[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.

[chest]: (potentially nsfw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.

[groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features", also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their gait, etc.

[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usualy stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.

[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.

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It’s a panic reaction, same as the one that keeps the gun always within arm’s reach; every time they open a door, every time they try to sleep. Chef hasn’t had to use it in a long time, but even still, there’s an instinct that always keeps their skin crawling with the fear and the urge. -  If the stray bullet holes in the walls are any testimony to those nights where their head is nothing but screaming and static, and Chef is reduced entirely to raw nerves and danger just out of view. 

They want to clench their fists as grounding, but both hands are firm on their weapon, and in their own way, Chef is frozen as well. This isn’t the first time they’ve crept through their own home lab with a gun in hand - but it is the first time in recent memory that they’ve turned the corner and found someone there; not one of their fears superimposed over reality, someone real - real danger - real -

“---empty your pockets.” They speak too fast, their voice hitting a note just slightly too high, and Chef does their best to compensate by staying rigid, back straight.

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    Abram stands frozen, stopped dead by the cold, hard muzzle of a gun against his spine. He slowly raises his hands until they’re level with his shoulders. For what feels like several minutes, the only thing he hears is the inhabitant’s shaking breath, the night wind against his ears, the distant tittering of cicadas.

    The fear he smells on the other – it makes the situation unpredictable and, frankly, dangerous. But there’s something else he senses. This individual… they don’t seem like some ruthless criminal, from what he can tell. But these days, Abram’s not even sure that he can trust his own intuition. Better to just go along with it.

   “… Got the impression it was deserted.” It’s a lie. He knew they’d been stirring on the top floor of the store, but he was sure they’d ignore him if he pretended to be unaware. “Ain’t lookin’ for trouble– scraps, if anythin’.”

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    IF ANYONE ASKS, YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF ME…