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they should invent an apartment that has huge windows but is never too hot and is near everything i like and all my friends but is also quiet when i want it to be and costs zero dollars or perhaps they pay me to live in. and they save it just for me so i dont have to look for it :)

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Dingle Bay, Ireland (1993) photog. Sam Abell

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afternoon dress, american c. 1888.

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honey daydreams.

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Pete Hicox putting on the performance of a lifetime, double limp wrist and extremely posh, going to make cocktails while Jody Domergue sits in the rat infested basement, Grouch Douglas gets harassed constantly, and Marco busts ass in the cold: follow moi~ 🍸

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“A Kind of Blindness, A Kind of Sight” by Jaclyn Kolev Brown

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Antique moon and stars banjo heads

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j'adore le franglish content le code switching c'est tellement fun je sautille from a language to another like a gazelle et toi aussi tant que tu voudras :)

OUAIS baby we are so fucking back. franglais est parfait parce que americans get mad AND it sends evil psychic vibes à l’académie française. The phrase “qu’est-ce qu’y’all doing aujourd’hui” came out of my mouth this evening and i think that might be the pinnacle of human language. i love being annoying

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montana agate rings that resemble landscapes

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THE BEGUILED (2017) dir. Sofia Coppola

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did this to develop daisy domergue since i’m writing fic about her 🌼

• daisy rides an appaloosa mare named feufollet, which is a cajun french term for a will-o-the-wisp. bayou folklore says they lead travelers to their doom. aptly named bc if you see this horse it probably means you’re a few minutes away from being robbed or shot.

• daisy’s the best rider in her gang (jody says best rider west of the mississippi). she can: ride bareback, keep pace with a herd of buffalo, plunge down canyon trails so steep and narrow lawmen can’t follow her, upset a stagecoach team, shoot a man through the heart at a full gallop, and have her horse give her a kiss on the cheek for a sugar cube.

• learned the basics from her father (a fur trader) as a child but didn’t ride hard till she and her brother left louisiana during the war.

• whispers of cannibalism and incest. the former is true insofar as daisy was once dared to eat a whole human ear (she threw it up an hour later). the latter is untrue, she and jody are just very close protective siblings.

• you could say that :^)

• wanted for the murder of a beloved politician and for stolen federal property valued at $60K. petite blonde with untrustworthy face.

• a little carved dog jody made her, a bundle of wilted daisies she’ll slip into the bullet wounds of her kills, pemmican, a deck of cards (she’s a ruthless card sharp), songwriting notebook, laudanum (period pains are the devil’s work when you’re riding a horse through the desert with a gang of men).

• take a nap in a real bed. maybe a whore’s bed.

• she always rides distances with company. she’s talky as a jaybird (even when it earns her a smack) and would drive herself crazy alone.

• fireflies. spanish moss. fiddle music. abject poverty.

• daisy is scrappy enough to hang in there during a fight, but the reality is she’s physically tiny and she knows her chances of actually winning are not good. she just commits to being as annoying to fight as possible. big fan of throwing things, pulling hair, biting, clawing, and using environmental assets.

• depends on the stranger, depends on the favor, depends on her mood. she and the gang can be shockingly kind to stagecoach passengers during a robbery. they provide food and water, and daisy once gave the owl feather from her hat to a crying child onboard, along with a funny story about it.

• she and the gang mainly work between san francisco and the rocky mountains in summer, then spend winter in chihuahua, mexico with jody’s wife imelda and their brood of kids.

• louisiana to california

• picking guitar or banjo and singing ballads (she knows a whole lot of em). grouch tells her she’s got as pretty a voice as you’d find on any stage in the west :’)

western-themed prompts for your oc

what is the story behind their horse’s name?

do they have any fun tricks or talents with their horse?

how did they learn how to ride a horse?

are there any rumours about them?

have they ever gotten in trouble with the law?

how would their wanted poster describe them?

what is something they always keep in their saddlebag?

they have just arrived into a new town: what is the first thing they do?

do they ride solo or with a group?

what is something that reminds them of home?

how do they respond to someone challenging them to a fight? if they are the type to walk away, is there any situation where they would ever engage?

would they ever help a stranger with a favour?

where can they be found roaming? the desert, grasslands, or mountain ranges?

what is the farthest distance they’ve ever travelled?

what can they be found doing at a campfire?

I’m a silly goose who wants to get to know your cowboy characters pls :^)

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If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

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“F. Scott Fitzgerald…gave Sylvia Beach a copy of The Great Gatsby when he met her, and inside the front cover he drew a picture of himself kneeling beside Joyce, who was rendered as a pair of oversized spectacles beneath a halo. Fitzgerald got his copy of Ulysses signed when he finally met Joyce in 1928, and to prove his devotion he offered to jump out of a window if Joyce would only ask. “That young man must be mad,” Joyce said. “I’m afraid he’ll do himself some injury.”

— Excerpt From: Kevin Birmingham. “The Most Dangerous Book.”