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I AM LOSING IT Y’ALL XD

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Starter Call

Let’s rustle up some rp, pardners. Click the heart

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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“I didn’t join up with this gang for the goddamn money…or ‘cause I had enemies, or any other reason ‘cept that I believed in you an’ yer brother. Livin’ free…protectin’ good folk an’ killin’ ones that deserved killin’. Simple. An’ I seen how you was…that night when you an’ that fancy feller roomed together at the saloon. Not a one of yer men thumbed his nose about it. That was how I knew I wanted t’be part of this family. That kinda love an’….acceptance, no matter what? That was somethin’ worth dyin’ for.” ~Jamison “Pup” Matthews

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Bounty Hunter Sentence Starters

“You must be the bravest person in existence or the dumbest to come walking in here with that kind of bounty on your head.” 

“What did you do to piss off __?” 

“Your days are numbered, scum.” 

“I’ve caught worst criminals than you.” 

“You’ve may have found me, but you haven’t caught me yet.” 

“Oh come on! I didn’t even DO anything!” 

“You must be mistaken! I don’t have a bounty on my head!” 

“And what is the price on my head now?” 

“You’ve come woefully unprepared to take me in, hunter.” 

“A bounty hunter? You? Don’t make me laugh.” 

“Listen, I’m not going to hurt you as long as you cooperate.” 

“And how much are they paying you to ‘return’ me?”

“I can pay you double to let me go.” 

“Resorting to bribery? Not a chance.” 

“Your reputation proceeds you, __.” 

“And isn’t it the infamous __ .” 

“For a bounty hunter, you’re not that impressive.” 

“You’re shorter than I was expecting…” 

“Ah, so they’ve sent a pretty face to collect me?” 

“You’re fishing in a sea of sharks, my hunting friend, and I’m the biggest shark of them all.” 

“Sit STILL and SHUT UP.” 

“End of the road, __.” 

“I’m getting paid a pretty penny to bring you in. Alive- or dead.” 

“It’s a pity you’re worth more to me alive than not, because I’m really considering the cut.” 

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Good god I finally remembered which email was attached to this account so HOWDY XD

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Something caught between a gasp and a purr rumbled up in Ron’s chest at Jami’s entreaty; the next breath he drew in used as much for sousing himself in the younger man’s scent as it was for oxygen. An open-lipped smile came with it, all wide and toothy and confident and wanting, and then the gangboss was moving. He nuzzled another kiss to Jami’s lips first; left words there-

‘Good man’

-before he was lifting himself away just enough that he could do the sort of worship he wanted to on Jami’s body without the friction movement naturally caused torturing them both; ending their moment too soon. The fingers in his hair remained despite how he shifted, and Ron took their presence, how they clenched or didn’t, as a guide as he peppered kisses along Jami’s throat, across his collarbones, upon his sternum again; his chest - the landscape of which, from moles, to the very outer edges of the scarring that webbed across parts of it, and everything else besides, he learned with his lips. 

Now though, where he hadn’t been before, Ron was more aware of the possibility of uneasing his companion. Now he had enough presence of mind not to linger on those scars, or to trek across them too far towards the heart of Jami’s injuries in some misguided attempt at expressing acceptance of them. That acceptance was implicit in the moment’s intimacy; in how he gazed at the man whole and ate up the sight of him between lingering kisses that strayed, in all their tender fullness, onto Jami’s ribs next. Ron counted the ones he found in his mind; caught Jami’s eye and smiled before turning his head into the crook of his arm and gifting the skin there a kiss of its own. A fractional pause then, just long enough for an affectionate slur-

‘Y’s f’kin gorgeous darlin’-’

-before Ron was moving again; touching his temple against Jami’s bicep, kissing it, and then shifting his attention back down his body; below his ribs now - the shuffle downwards this required earning a through-the-teeth hiss for Ron’s trouble. He wouldn’t be dissuaded though. He had plans to enact, worshipping to do, and that naturally led him south; his kisses becoming fuller, wetter, the further he travelled down Jami’s stomach. He counted quivering abdominals there; nuzzled the man’s hipbones, the taut skin between there and his groin and then- Words, breathed over the base of his need.

‘If I jus’ took yah dahn ‘ole-’ he husked wonderingly, speaking so close to what he was talking about taking down whole Jami would’ve felt his lips moving against his skin- ‘D’yah fink-’ -tracing their way slowly, softly from root to tip where– A detour was taken so a kiss could be given to a quivering thigh. ‘Y’d last long enough t’gasp my name?’

It was all Jamison could do not to squirm beneath every taunting, teasing, tantalizing touch the gangboss graced over his flesh, hot with the summer evening air and the rush of desire. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been this hard, this full of ache and need, but every moment that passed, every inch of him that Ron’s soft lips touched, made him harder, needier, and desperate for more.

As Ron’s voice rumbled out a compliment, his mouth tracing lines down the Pup’s stomach and hips, he wasn’t sure, even now, how long he could hold out. His cheeks burned, and his fingers flexed against Ron’s scalp as those glancing kisses moved along the rigid length of him, warm words sending a shiver through Jamison’s entire soul as if the Devil himself had spoken them.

“I...” he swallowed, his breaths shallow and ragged with need. But the very thought, the idea of Ron wrapping his mouth around his cock made the damnable thing twitch, pulsing with want, as if it had made up its own mind.

"Is that a challenge, boss?”

He huffed out a half-chuckle, cheeks burning red as his fingers softened in Ron’s hair, trembling slightly as they strayed and traced the edge of his ear, and the ridge of his brow.  

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Originally posted by leave-me-colourless

The forest was indifferent to their strife. Its silence swallowed up their screams in vast blankets of snow. Winter was a watchful woman, painting her lips with their blood.

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For all Ron could be singularly perceptive, Jami’s anxiety didn’t make it to him in its fullest extent by any means. He was too caught up in the moment, in the sight of the young man beneath him, in his scent, the feel of him and how aching close they felt when he canted his hips just so that the minutiae of his struggle got lost in the lamp light. That Jami drew him closer still, pulled Ron over him as he laid back, only redoubled this momentary blindness. 

He didn’t perceive unease as he braced his weight on his hands so he could look at him as he guided them both towards the bed’s centre; didn’t catch on as he caressed Jami’s chest, his ribs and the flare of his hips with rough but gentle fingers; didn’t either when he eased his way between Jami’s knees – not even to hurry along their intimacies; just for closeness sake; for contact and the feeling of his thighs touched to Ron’s own, and to his hips, his flanks as he relaxed over him. 

A kiss then, that was edged by a hitched breath and a growl as friction did its best to end things much too prematurely for the gang-boss’s liking – and then…then he caught a wisp of what Jami’d felt. Not the full measure, and not its source either. Just an implication of nerves between lingering, wanting kisses that made him pause for a beat and gaze down upon him - all black eyes and parted lips.

‘Nearly broke a promise I made yah in me mind then-’ he confessed, not wanting to talk directly to having noticed at all. That, he knew from experience, had a tendency to destroy a romantic mood quicker than being doused in cold water, and he didn’t want to risk that here if he could help it. ‘I promised-’ He pressed a gentle kiss to Jami’s lips. ‘-T’take-’ Another landed upon his jaw. ‘-Me time-’ Another yet, upon his jaw but closer to his throat now. ‘So we could-’ His words hitched - Fucking friction - and bottomed out in a shuddering, drawling slur. ‘-Ssssavour this…C’n I do tha’, Jami?–’ Again, Ron’s hand stroked along the younger man’s ribs; over his torso’s span; up to his chest and up further still; his thumb coming to caress the hollow of Jami’s throat. Rough as then, a thought was given voice–  ‘Yer fuckin’ stunnin’, lad-’ And a request, as an appreciative, open-mouthed kiss landed on Jami’s sternum. ‘–Tell me yes,  or tell me no.’

Jami panted and shivered beneath Ron’s weight and caresses, feeling very like a coyote caught by a wolf as they struggled deftly on the bed to find a position that accommodated them both. But it wasn’t the wolf’s jaws he feared, as Ron’s kisses peppered the heat of his own flesh, his cheeks and chest flush with color. It was how close those rough paws of his came to his severed arm. To the scars on his throat and face that marred him, and made him remember the awful chill of the mountains, and the sound of his own bones snapping in the jaws of a monster.

The friction between them, the feeling of Ron’s mouth, and then the words he growled gently down at him, were a saving grace that pulled him back from the edge of panic. His own hand moved over Ron’s bare skin, his parted thighs flexing against the gangboss’, the Pup’s breath hitching when the need that ached between them became all the more apparent with every shift of Ron’s hips. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to take much more of this without finding his own embarrassingly premature end, and when Ron’s lips met his own again, he leaned up into it, a sigh escaping him when that kiss shifted over to his jaw, and Ron’s fingers slid across his throat.

Jamison’s hand moved up Ron’s chest and trailed over his shoulder, until his long, lithe fingers disappeared into the dark scruff of his hair, trying to catch his breath, chest heaving beneath the heat of his master’s kiss, and the rumble of his voice as the coyote was given one last chance to escape the wolf’s clutches.

His pale eyes moved to meet with the coal-black pits of Ron’s, every inch of him electric with a strange, heady mix of anxiety and arousal that made goosebumps rise over his arms and set the hackles of his neck on end. His tongue glanced between lips that suddenly felt chapped, and Jami swallowed back the nervous edge in his throat, until his voice came on a desperate, needful whisper. “...yes, Ron...yes. Please.”

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OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS

No, I said I won’t have you dying for nothing. 

I won’t be. I’ll be dying with you.

Look, you told me that you could never get close to your mother, that she lived in another world. Well, maybe she’s trying to show you that world.

It’s not important if I believe it. She believes it. I’m just saying, we need to keep an open mind.

Only two people know what the truth really is, and one of them is dead. Too bad it wasn’t you.

Can I ask you something? How do you do it? Finally say goodbye to that one person you loved most in all the world?

Truth is, I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye.

But that’s the hell of it, isn’t it? Whether you want to say goodbye or not, they’re gone and you have to go on living without them. Because that’s what they would want.

Well then maybe we’ll all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton slab of granite.

May he have mercy on us all.

What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?

The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.

I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.

It’s like you read my mind.

I kept my word. I lay my vengeance at your feet.

I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory.

Why did you pretend not to recognize me? I was afraid you would just blurt out my real name.

I know what you did. You championed me and exiled me both at the same time.

What am I to do with such a bloodthirsty barbarian?

Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet?

Surely there’s another woman you could have kiss you goodbye?

Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? 

Why should we waste time with all this Shiite?

It’s been horrible. He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.

I think I know a wee bit more about this than you do.

So, will I be allowed to join you at dinner tonight?

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

We may have to rethink our decision not to lie to one another.

And you, witch who sucks the cock of the devil. I’ll see you in hell.

You’re not what I ordered. But, you’ll do.

You should have trusted me with that knowledge from the beginning.

Every now and then it is OK for you to lie to me, you know, just to put my mind at ease.

Aye. I’ll remember that for the next time.

I’ve been thinking. Remember you said I owe you a life because you saved mine? Well, I saved yours as well at least as often. Seems to me we’re even.

Ashamed. Like I’m a different person now, and I’ll never be the same.

So you had to start yourself up with a whore before you could stand to be with me?

This is wonderful news. Why did you wait until now to tell me?

The way I see it, we’re doing a bad thing for a good reason.

Isn’t that what all bad people say?

Well, I am an unusual lady. At least I used to be.

Told you that dress would bring us grief.

How can you save a man that doesn’t want saving?

I lie here feeling I will die without your touch, but when we do touch, I want to vomit with shame.

If you take away the one last thing that makes sense to me, then I will die with you, right here now.

You think I cannot control the darkness I inhabit? One way or another, I will get a response from you.

Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.

Go get the shovel.

You might want to remember who has the pistol.

It looks like I’m going to a fucking barbecue.

I want you ____. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?

You are my home now, ____. 

It’s often something like this. But, no, this is unusual. It’s different.

Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.

I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time, It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.

Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not a virgin?

You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.

It doesn’t matter where you come from. You’re here.

Sometimes I wonder what I did to make the devil punish me like this. 

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

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                DON’T underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for the people I love.

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William in WW 1x01 // Dolores in WW 3x01

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