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from haley bennett’s instagram, emma cullen.
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kingofdirtandnothing:
Tony has always been a sponge for learning.
A lot of what he knows is useless. How to grow things, how to write things down, how to plot the track of the stars in the night’s sky. But he’s got other knowledge, about gears and pistons and gasoline and how to make things work.
It’s the only reason he’s still alive.
But that thirst for knowledge, it’s as bottomless as it’s always been, and he’s pliable beneath Max’s hands, trying to memorize both the lesson the gun tucked against his shoulder, and the fleeting touch he shouldn’t think so hard about.
“Gotcha. Careful.”
Tony swallows the tide of words building up on his tongue, nervous chatter that has no place here. The last thing he wants to do is get in the way of any words Max might want to give him.
Stark raving calm.
The statement comes to mind easily. There’s a tremor to Stark that determines a specific restraint, on words, on gestures. But Max lacks the curiosity; it’s very good at killing cats and he’s alway been as wile as one.
“You got it?” There’s a reminder facing him down. The eagerness draws his attention. It glows in manners that brings forth the thought of Dag - her cursed and blessed blackhole of needing to know. Only instead of green things that reach for the sky, Stark has no type. No limit.
As a follow up, he lifts a sawed off shotgun; pump-action and perhaps not as impactful but an easier wield. Quicker to load. He knows in the marrow belonging to his bones that Stark could handle the first prospect. He’s known to the sands of the world as someone very clever with machines. Weapons of metal class weren’t... too far off. But new is new. So his offer stands, limp in his grip, extended towards Stark with a loaded question.
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Timothy Olyphant as Raylan Givens JUSTIFIED - 5x12 - “Starvation”
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THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 9: The Marshal
#long post cw#@ ( cobb ) . AESTHETICS#i want to gib cobb a massiff so bad#like a truce with the tusken raiders... comes with a gift!!#a MASSIFF gift...#lol pun... but for real cobb with a pet that respects him#any of my kids with pets tbh
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@kingofdirtandnothing
“Hn,”
First, Max reaches out. A firm hand on the barrel of the rifle, using the force to shove it harder into the crook of a folded shoulder. Once he rights it, he juts his chin. “That way.” A sniff; there’s too much sand, on and on forevermore. And such it will be, longer than the shadows have time in a day. “Gun has a kickback. If you hold it like that,” he points to the fixed example, “then you’ll lose yourself less when it goes.”
Experience. It’s all he can imply. The rifle, by no means, is any different looking than most. The muzzle is narrow, skinny. The gun itself seems small for a rifle. Largely unsuspecting but it smarts something awful when it wallops back. As savvy as he is with a gun, Max has even... dropped it after ammo expulsion, loathe to admit it as he is.
...Less dropped, more... unwillingly let go with the sheer impact of it releasing. Flung. Tossed from him by its own power.
“Careful.” A nod accompanies the word, as enforce.
#01. SANDBOX#@ ( max ) . INTERACTIONS#@ ( kingofdirtandnothing ) . MY LOVES#the rifle is a .577 t rex and they have the nastiest kick backs
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“ A MENAGERIE OF M. … MISERY, MUSE, MISGIVENS. A MULTITUDE OF SAD SOULS. “ multi-muse featuring until dawn, mad max, jurassic park, disney & star wars muses. multi-fandom and oc friendly.
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‵ i’ll do this my way. ′ // for rick from evie!!
PINTEREST !! // accepting
She’s always been about conviction.
“Of course you will,” Rick agrees with the heaviest of sighs; the least elegant of eyerolls. He knows she hates it. Evie’s always put a little extra gung in her ho and that’s always been the thrill, hasn’t it? The real check on the list of turn-on’s about her in his head he built up the first time he managed to get his mouth on her. Restrictions only exist in phrase with her, and time has taught him that Evelyn is not the type of girl to be restrained. Sure - she’s had reservations. Soft and sweet since the first moment her then-shy gaze met his. But a horse can be humble even if wild.
“And your way has always gone super well.” They’ve always been smart with each other: words and teeth. It’s meant as a ding but not to hurt so much he can’t soothe. Rick thumbs his pistol habitually, mulling his thoughts by tucking his lips together. Is his hesitation obvious? He’s been less inclined about hiding it from her the closer they get, always enriched by the way she rewards him with new glances, softer touches, and the pleased curve of her mouth - especially touching into his. “Remember the Cairo debacle? Oh - and the thing with the dig a year ago?” Closely following their lovely Hamunaptra trip, too. Loose term. They’d been fresher then. Nubile.
“I seem to recall your way involving a lot of me having to use my gun to solve more problems that I caused.”
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❥ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .
a list of my favorite one - liners from the website pinterest . feel free to customize as you wish !
‵ perhaps i’ll write a book of great shit i’ve done nobody’s ever noticed. ′ ‵ as god as my witness, i will never be a victim again. ′ ‵ i’m becoming less interesting. the world is noticing and so are you. ′ ‵ you are such a soft and messy thing. nobody knows how to take care of you. ′ ‵ with each passing day i can feel my potential melting away into nothing. ′ ‵ everyone thinks i’ve gotten better. i haven’t. i’ve just gotten better at hiding it. ′ ‵ i haven’t felt real in a long time. ′ ‵ i told my therapist about you. ′ ‵ and i’m plagued by childhood traumas. ′ ‵ you don’t need a reason to save people. ′ ‵ and here you are living despite it all. ′ ‵ i can do this . and even if i can’t , i have to. ′ ‵ i’m afraid of what i’ve become. ′ ‵ i’ll do this my way. ′ ‵ you’ll be just like your father. ′ ‵ i wanted to write down exactly what i felt but somehow the paper stayed empty. i could not have described it any better. ′ ‵ sometimes i have a way with words — sometimes words have their way with me. ′ ‵ some days, i feel everything at once. other days, i feel nothing at all. i don’t know what’s worse; drowning beneath waves or dying from the thirst. ′ ‵ don’t promise to live forever, promise to forever live while you’re alive. ′ ‵ you wear the kind of smile that would be cruel not to kiss. ′ ‵ in your hesitation i found my answer. ′ ‵ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ′ ‵ flowers will grow from by bones. ′ ‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′ ‵ you already know how this will end. ′ ‵ who am i? ′ ‵ i fought the war but the war won. ′ ‵ we’ll never be those kids again. ′ ‵ they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace. ′ ‵ they know you walk like a god — they can’t believe i made you weak. ′ ‵ a scar means i survived. ′ ‵ i was not made to be subtle. ′ ‵ my purpose is greater than my pain. ′ ‵ you will not choke the divine from me. i am my own god and martyr. ′
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Rick O’Connell: *swaying in place nervously while trying to impress a girl*
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BRENDAN FRASER & RACHEL WEISZ The Mummy, 1999
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I aim to fight.
Emma Cullen, the true Angel of Death.
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#90s brendan fraser is a blessing
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“I used to have only three books.” An innocent thought come to light, drawn by the lazy crawl of a sunbeam’s reach. Stacked on high shelves are more books than she’s had the chance to read, in order by alphabet and each with their own lovingly left marks. Some are withering from age and too much dog-earing; some still have their rigid spines, unyielding to the turn of every page. And Rapunzel loves them. So weird! To love something like that. Maybe - the concept feels like people outside looking in would find it to be so but... she’s beyond those discomforts now. Right?
“I read them so much,” she continues, and with all the effort in her midday sleepiness, pulls herself onto her side to face Cass better. “All the time, because they were all I had -- that I could recite them by memory.” Despite what it had been like back then, she can’t help the smile that apples her cheeks. She did love those books. They offered a fondness in a time of lonely silence. A speck of light in the heaviness. Even now, she can see the words write themself in head head: There once was a lonely hill that overlooked a kingdom...
“...where a princess lived and minded her own business,” Raps recited, gaze flicking up to skip across the loveliness of Cass’ face. “Until business decided that it would need her help.”
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