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i am aware 'i love you' is probably a death sentence. it changes nothing. i love you i love you i love you

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My great grandma, Violet Leib. It runs in the family.

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Black Bear (2020)

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Do you ever just go wow I have a lot of repressed anger

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*leaves 'for a smoke' and comes back speckled with blood*

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kate was fully aware that trout walker and his men wanted her head on a silver platter, especially since she had left town after slaying the sheriff. she had been unapologetic in speaking of the injustices done back in her hometown. the school they had burned to the ground, which would subsequently hurt the children. the senseless murder of sam and marylou. trout walker was a miserable man who's job he made it to spread misery and hate onto others, and kate wanted no part in it except for the end. there would be no day sweeter than the day he received her kiss of death.

she had still been asleep when she heard mcdoon leave his tent, still too groggy to notice the sounds of steps around the tent. that was until the flap was thrown open and hands were grabbing to drag her out by the ankles. she released a scream as she clawed at the bedroll and floor of the tent to try to fight back, but the men had her out and at gunpoint. across from the tent, cletus had been taken too, a gun pressed to his head.

she yelped and flinched when she heard the shot, but she then noticed the pistol had been shot out of one of trout's mens' hands. when she saw mcdoon standing there, a mixture of relief and dread started a war in her chest.

" don't! " she shouted without being able to stop herself, eyes burning as flashes of the night she saw a gun lifted at sam burned through her mind. " you don't want either of 'em. trout wants me. "

[ help ] mcdoon runs to kate when they scream for help

He'd stepped away from the camp, moving into the thick of the woods with intentions to piss. He'd left @femraged resting in their shared tent, two pitched rather than three. Something they'd started getting used to doing with how often he and Kate were sharing a tent anyways. It made sense and it was less to carry around. Cletus had a few things to say about it, but that was expected. He didn't like or really care for Kate.. no, that was all McDoon. In fact, the two had already started rolling around in the tent before he excused himself post whatever round they'd been on. She was insatiable. So was he, but who the hell cared? Maybe Cletus, but the guy would live.

Anyways, back to the moment, right? He'd just finished zipping up his trousers when he hears a shout from the direction of camp. His head whips that way, pausing as if he isn't sure he's heard it or not. He squints, eyes narrowing. There's nothing for a moment, but then another shout-- this one clearer and very much Kate.

HELP!

He takes off running, boots hitting the dirt floor with rapid motion. He's in the clearing within seconds, eyes quickly taking in the sight of a group of unknown and masked men currently holding both Cletus and Kate. The former was fighting hard against his holder while Kate was being grabbed by multiple, a man approaching her with a gun aimed. McDoon moved without hesitation or thought, hand grabbing his pistol and quickly lifting it to fire off a round in the stranger's direction. The bullet, fast and precise nails him in the arm-- pistol going sailing and a cry of pain coming out. Heads whip in his direction and pistols raise, aiming at him. He moves his own, aiming at each person unable to stay on one for too long.

He exhales a breath and glares at the man he shot, assuming he was the leader, "What the hell do you think you're doing, mister?" He's not afraid to keep pointing the gun despite the amount on him, their trained barrels ready to fire a slew into him if he shoots again.

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i hope everything reminds you of me. not as a blessing, as a curse.

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are you?

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Kissin' Kate Barlow was completely justified in going ape shit after they murdered her boyfriend and his mule and burnt down her schoolhouse.

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† 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽  𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲 sentence starters ... featuring sentence starters with southern gothic undertones and themes. please use as purposed, do not replicate or alter for any reason. this is likely one part of many. enjoy!

“ this place isn't like it used to be. ” “ this town... there's something wrong with it. ” “ put the gun down. ” “ i've seen that face before. just not on anyone living. ” “ what's buried out back? ” “ i don't think we're out here alone. ” “ this place ain't cursed. curses wear out. this place is hungry. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ you see that? someone's watching us. ” “ he left his shadow behind. i see it walking sometimes. ” “ it's been quiet. too quiet. ” “ whatever you do, don't follow the lights. ” “ why does this town feel... different today? ” “ someone's been leaving flowers on her grave again. ” “ he sort of just... vanished. ” “ stay away from that well. ” “ what's that smell? it smells like something's rotting. ” “ i've never seen that road before. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ i swear i locked the door... ” “ the river only takes what it's owed. ” “ the dog don't go near the wood line anymore. ” “ why's it so cold all of a sudden? ” “ that's not rain... ” “ i thought i just saw you outside... but you're here? ” “ they were here. i can feel it. ” “ if you hear singing down by the water, turn around. ” “ granddaddy always said if the crows stop circling, it's too late. ” “ i met him in the graveyard. ” “ the picture fell again. ” “ don't look behind you. ” “ it's been raining for three days straight. ” “ there's always been this weird smell in the air. ” “ i've heard rumors about this place. ” “ this house was built on blood. ” “ someone's buried under the porch. ”

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“You still want that kiss?” 💋

Badtober day 22: cowboy day

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ben christensen

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maybe i wasn’t meant to be loved

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When he says “good girl” instead of “thank you”

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I don’t care about it at all (I have carried its weight around like a rock on my chest since the very day it happened)

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burning

@burtoo

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I live my life in a constant state of grief of what I did, what I didn’t do, and what I can never do.