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Timothy Olyphant CATCH AND RELEASE (2006) dir. Susannah Grant

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deluxenews // Neels Visser Takes to Malibu for Rolla’s Spring 2019 Campaign

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@ladaar​  —  nalla adaar.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒  to the left, to the right. twitching hands reach for his machinist’s firearm, and dry lips crack, bleeding in the cold winds of the hinterlands. ‘ you know that what you’re askin’ me to do will run you a high bill. the inquisition able to handle that? ’

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@deputystakes​  — ashley graves.

he gets off on this, the chase; he knows they won’t find him. so politely, with the dishrag tucked into his waistband, he waves across the street where he watches the deputy get out of his car.

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@roadmusic​  — henry slaughter.

‘ you were the last good thing about this part of town. ’

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@roadmusic​ : ‘ where were you tonight? ’

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍.   the owner’s work belongs exclusively to the owner, and we are not to ask. had anyone other than henry slaughter asked him this question, and had they been anywhere other than the heartbeat of dallas’ apartment just above red’s, he would have thrown them out the window and watched their body crumple on the ground below, a broken mosaic of anyone who’s ever crossed him. henry is immune to these rules, though : he gets to pick and choose which ones he follows. dallas knows this is not out of respect for the man’s reputation, but instead out of love. they were boys, once, and though any self-respecting psychiatrist would question dallas whitlock’s ability to experience love, he knows two things.

the first is that the cut stings as he’s washing the blood off of his hands in his apartment bathroom. the second is that he loves henry slaughter. 

‘ getting my money back. ’  he answers earnestly, scrubbing at his hands with a red washrag until his hands are clean and the fabric is a deeper scarlet than it was when he did the laundry last week. he doesn’t tell henry how he did it, how he put a man four inches deep into a cold texas ravine, let him scratch at his own wrists until he handed over the money in his wallet and the money owed for the tabs they rung up at red’s.  (  really, he wouldn’t have given a shit if they weren’t hootin’ and hollerin’ at his waitresses all night.  aint they ever heard of the third commandment?  )

he looks up at henry in the mirror, leaning in the doorway like a worried housewife, and dallas snorts, wrapping his hand up in white gauze. they meet each other halfway, dallas giving up his hand and henry taking the bandage.  ‘ worried about me, cher? ’   he laughs, bumping noses with the other. ‘ you don’t have to. m’alright. ’ 

what were you doing, dallas?  calls his voice, though they’re whispering, dancing slowly in the threshold. this ephemeral place. this crossroad.  don’t worry about it, scowls the devil on his shoulder, and dallas takes henry’s face with his free hand, bringing their lips to meet properly. a good morning kiss. hello, their lips say to each other. i’m home, and that’s what matters.

he’ll dig the ditch in the morning.

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like this for BOTH : dallas in your inbox + a one-liner starter. :)

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do you know how it ends? do you feel lucky? do you want to go home now? there’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy and a dead man at our feet staring up at us like we’re something interesting. this is where the evening splits in half, henry, love or death. grab and end, pull hard, and make a wish. introducing dallas whitlock & henry slaughter. penned by montana & raylan.  found on @crossedroad & @roadmusic  .  

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hi is this bitch still on

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OFFICIAL HIATUS NOTICE:

hi guys. even though i said i wasn't posting an official hiatus notice like a whole clown, i'm going to have to take a small hiatus until august 17th. i work in the bookstore on a college campus that is doing a free textbook program, so that means that i am going to be working 60 hour work weeks until the RUSH period is over. i have all of my drafts saved across my four blogs and will be picking activity immediately back up then, but i appreciate your patience. as always, you can find thanatos on wire at @gentledeaths or my multi wire is @loreskept and we can chat OOC on discord @ lorekeepings#1158. thanks, y'all, see you soon!

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𝙰   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈   𝙾𝙵   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

these are taken from the show with the same title, triggers may or may not be present, proceed with caution and feel free to adjust any you that you deem necessary.

you’re wrong. he/she/they trusts me to make a difference.

he’s/she’s/they been lying to you your whole life.

you can go on living among the humans. they’re the people you really care about.

it wouldn’t be an abdication; you’d simply be doing the right thing.

i know he and his witch are hiding somewhere in time.

but what are they planning?

i can’t believe you don’t like ‘80s music! some of the best music ever was made in the ‘80s!

i don’t really know where to start.

whatever it is, just tell me. it can’t be that bad.

i’m hundreds of years old. you catalog history; i’ve lived it.

humans share this planet with other creatures – vampires, witches, and daemons.

so, you’re not a superhero, just an actual vampire.

everything you think you know about it is human propaganda.

but we are real. we are everywhere.

then i feel sorry for you. i think you need help.

i swear, i’m telling the truth!

why would you reveal your true self to a human?

i had too. i wanted too.

well, now you’ll have to kill her/him/them.

she/he/they won’t tell anyone. she/he/they thinks I’m a headcase.

i didn’t ask for any of this.

you need to understand your new responsibilities.

what’s their relevance today? are they doing right now?

that’s for you to decide.

if i’m in charge, i want to shake things up.

we should be looking foward, not backward.

aren’t we breaking the covenant already by living with a vampire?

daemons giving birth to witches would be unheard of.

so, is there anything else i can help you with?

come on, i don’t bite.

what do you know of love?

i often thought about what i’d ask her if i ever met her.

i would just have to accept my fate.

i will be choosing you over everything else.

each element has its own threads, so we must discover your element.

regard the room with your witch’s sight and tell me what you see.

the others probably don’t even believe that i am a weaver.

they’ve never met your like before. nor have i.

most witches only have one element in their blood.

stay away from her/him/them. stay away from us both.

we will trouble you no further.

we don’t need to play happy families.

i’m in a city full of witches, and i still can’t find a teacher.

once you are family, i will protect you.

if the witches find you took blood without consent, you’ll be put to death.

we have a problem.

you have your hands upon someone that doesn’t belong to you.

there are old stories of witches with miraculous power.

we have been hunted down and forced into hiding.

i fulfilled that need, and i did it very well.

well, if you’d bewitched him, he would tell you anything.

listen to my heartbeat, [optional:name].

i just, i hadn’t put it together until now.

i will not tell a soul what I’ve seen up here, i promise.

i always told my students cities of the past would have smelled awful.

how am i supposed to protect you if you won’t share things with me?

where were you tonight?

i told you. i had people i had to reach out to.

i’ve never run scared from anything in my life.

i simply won’t take risks where your safety is concerned.

well, i’m not staying locked up in here.

i can’t follow in your footsteps.

so either you find me that witch, or i will go out there and find her myself.

you are the only one that i trust to do the job.

your punishment is death by beheading and fire.

that is a punishment suited for the 14th century, not the 21st!

what is this house trying to tell us?

you craved me… all this time. and you resisted.

i will give anything, anything that you want. anything, just save him/her/them!

your magic can’t save him/her/them!

can we please not pretend this is a social call?

the house doesn’t like it when we argue.

how on earth could anyone think that you’re, that you’re human?!

you’re hardly inconspicuous yourself.

you will never harm me. i’m not human, i’m powerful.

and you will never hurt me because you don’t want to; you can’t.

there’s so much we don’t understand.

i needed to step out for some air, and then BAM i was here.

do you think that you might have just time walked?

your magic works differently from my magic.

there’s nothing wrong with you, [optional:name]. there never was.

the spell was somehow tied to me, too.

i was half myself for years, and you didn’t say a thing.

did you know that i was spellbound?

only witches who were mad were ever spellbound. witches who hurt people.

we believe that you may have been spellbound.

does that mean the baby could be a witch?

do whatever it is you must to survive.

i will hunt down anyone who wishes to harm you, and i will kill them.

this is what happens to witches who don’t cooperate.

it did not escape their notice that you were powerful.

show me the power inside you, and i can teach you how to control it.

not every witch shows magical aptitude.

when you’re gone, my life will be over.

which means you’re likely, more than likely, to cast spells.

you think that lighting a fire and pouring some wine will help them?

what is it? what can you see?

beware the witch with the blood of the lion and the wolf.

speak to me or you will get no more of this.

do you know what you have just done?

your fight is now my fight.

if i do, they’ll be no turning back. you have to understand.

according to her, you’re a mix between superman and lancelot.

from this moment, we will always be one.

you keep away from them both.

if i could use my blood to save him/her/them, i would.

your life is fleeting compared with a vampire’s.

if you’re trying to frighten me away from your son/daughter, you failed.

the sooner you’re all wiped from the face of the earth the better.

do not come anywhere near me when I’m hunting. do you understand?

witch water. witch wind. it’s just more magic that my body can’t control.

leaving me isn’t the answer.

my magic started coming out when i met you.

stop. stop. why are you being like this?

you have no idea what i’m capable of.

why would anyone ever agree to that?

there were a lot more of us creatures back then.

what happens whenever creatures break it?

to my knowledge, it has never been broken.

what spell have you put on me?

that’s the first time i’ve seen you enjoying your magic.

we can only protect ourselves against humans and other creatures if we work together.

when a witch refused to plead, humans crushed them to death with weights.

your parents weren’t killed by humans. your parents were killed by witches.

you might have shown some consideration, [optional:name].

living without magic isn’t bad. i’ve survived without it.

it feels cold, like ice growing under my skin.

witch power is in your blood, it’s in your bones.

you were born to be a witch just as you were born to have [optional:haircolor] hair.

are you going to give the book to the vampire?

i’ve never felt so protective. over anyone.

you have to come to terms with it somewhere safe.

i’m going to deal with this myself.

what do you taste?

i can hear your witch’s blood moving in your veins.

when i touch your skin and it rushes to the surface.

i thought you knew about vampires. that’s why you invited me to dinner.

most legends about us were dreamed up by humans.

well, our hearts don’t beat. very often.

if any vampire is going to take her/his/their blood, it’s going to be me.

what the hell are you doing?

yes. we can be killed… if you try hard enough.

someone did something to you or you did it to yourself.

but if we created them, then we could uncreate them.

it could tell us how we created vampires.

you think whatever power i have, i should use.

i think at the very least you should try not to be frightened of it.

there are still plenty of creatures left in the world.

your friend isn’t here to give blood.

you need to calm down. your adrenaline is very high.

so you actually think it’s safe down here in the dark?

am i making you uncomfortable?

you don’t believe everything you read, do you?

how could people still be so ignorant?

some people still believe in witches, that magic is real.

i’m assuming you used more than magic to retrieve it.

it’s a warning. you need to be careful.

the witches cannot be allowed to have that information.

the reason i didn’t tell you is because we’re all in the dark.

some would want to use that to destroy us.

once the world was full of wonders, but it belongs to humans now.

we, creatures, have all but disappeared.

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i’m going to bed because today has not been very good but :) like this for a starter tomorrow

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do you know how it ends? do you feel lucky? do you want to go home now? there’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy and a dead man at our feet staring up at us like we’re something interesting. this is where the evening splits in half, henry, love or death. grab and end, pull hard, and make a wish. introducing dallas whitlock & henry slaughter. penned by montana & raylan.  found on @crossedroad & @roadmusic  .  

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@roadmusic​ : “you look tired.”

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒.   they sit there in their little train boxcar, and dallas doesn’t have it in him to take care of the suit he’s wearing. instead, he brings his knees to his chest, his dress shoes removed, and he hides in the mound of blankets they’ve borrowed from walmarts and goodwills and dollar generals and anywhere they can find. henry’s body is pressed against his own, holding him like they’re a well-kept secret. the bruise on his cheek has disappeared alongside the memory of his father, and he cannot bring his lips to curl up like they used to when henry would hold him like this.  because i am, he wants to say, because convincing twelve strangers that beating an autistic kid with a belt after ten years of laying into your older son is grounds for murder is exhausting.

their legs interlock under the blankets, and henry seems to get the idea: they wrap up like this, tipsy on smirnoff ice and menthol cigarettes, hands bunched in a suit that the lady from child protective services gave him. they’re going to try you as an adult, dallas, his lawyer had said, especially since you’re eighteen. but who gets the justice here? dallas and adrien were the ones that were being hurt. the problem was taken care of. is the fact that two lives were lost really such a big deal in the grand scheme of things : now they couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. not each other, not adrien, not dallas. so who gets justice?  some strangers on behalf of the state of texas?

‘ yeah, ’  dallas nods, his head tucking underneath henry’s chin. his breath is heavy with the smell of menthol, and he huffs once as he thinks a little longer about the double standard. soldiers got to kill people they thought were bad. police got to kill people they thought were bad. so why couldn’t dallas? why couldn’t he kill someone he knew was bad? he presses gentle kisses to henry’s throat, leaves his lips there, feels the pulse. if only his father could see him now. that’s what they were fighting about when dallas shot and killed his father: because his son was a queer. he had drunkenly turned on adrien to ask if both of his sons liked to fuck men, and when he lifted his fist to lay hands on his silent boy, who wouldn’t respond, dallas had taken the gun off the table and put one in the back of his head. that got him thinking. could henry kill someone? would henry kill him?  ‘ i guess i am. it’s been a long couple of days, cher. but it’ll be right soon enough. tomorrow’s the last day. and then they get to tell me whether or not i’m going to jail. ’

he snorts. ‘ like jail will fucking stop me. ’