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Art by : NyeIgneous https://twitter.com/nye_igneous
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*cough gay cough*
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*cue vine voice* Oh my god, they were roommatesā¦
panpotterhead3000
Cary grant and Randolph Scott lived together for 11 years in their mansion entitled the bachelor pad there are press pictures of the two of them living in a completely wonderfully domestic setting
When Cary grant has to marry as to stop the rumours of their gayness he became very depressed, him and his wife divorced 13 months later
panpotterhead3000
Putting more pictures here because yes
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Also they reason said wife divorced Cary is bc Randolph ārefused to leaveā their home and Cary wouldnāt kick him out.
Iād seen some of these pub stills before but not all of them, imagine middle America looking at this and thinking they were just bachelors sharing a house holy fuck
iguesssoyeaj
I am obligated to reblog this everytime it shows up on my dash
Confirmed bachelors, best fiends, and roommates. Yup, bros being bros.
Do you think Cary (Archie) called himĀ āRandyā?Ā
Thanks to this post, and some encouragement by @ewebie and @paialovespie, I now have notes for yet another fic, an AU with Greg as the new going-to-be-a-star in 40s Hollywood and Mycroft as the jaded outcast fighting the studio system. All the hours spent watching TCM, justified! Now to find the time to actually write itā¦
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I watched Christopher Eccleston's Macbeth today.
What an amazing performance! He was so convincing as Macbeth. He really portrayed the highs and lows of the character and the character's sanity.
What is it about our Doctors that do great Shakespeare? My favourite Hamlet is David Tennant and now this amazing performance from Christopher Eccleston.
I can't wait to see what they come up with next!
I had the honour to watch it live in 2018 and I was simply blown away. Macbeth always was my favourite Shakespeare play and Eccleston and the whole cast nailed every damn second. I still dream about this sometimes, is was just breathtaking
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Writing is weird.
One minute you are telling a story.
The next minute you are researching the average amount of snowfall Edinburgh gets.
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or how to kill someone with a piece of barbed wire and a tomato
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Or how much force it takes to dent a human skull with a can of Pepsi.
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what the hell are you guys writing?
Porn.
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Anonymous asked:
Hey, can I get something with drunk Arthur trying to flirt with his wife (reader)? And he gets really sad when she says she's taken?
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arthur: does literally anything
me, constantly:
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āYou two was meant to be, Hosea.ā
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Me writing sexy fan fiction:
The people reading it:
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touchydutchy
Rdr2 but everyone has to sing one Disney/Pixar song. I already know what Dutch would be singing.
Okay but now Iām just picturing the gang singing āIāve Got a Dreamā from Tangled.
And I am crying it is perfection.
Javier singing āRecuerda meā (Remember me) from Coco.
Bill singing āYodel-adle-eedle-idle-oooā from Home On The Range.
Charles singing Paint With All The Colors
Dutch singing āHow Far Iāll Goā
Hosea singing āGod Help The Outcastsā
Arthur singing Reflection
Uncle singing "The Bare Necessities"
Broken Home
This is my very first English fic.
It's based on vhenan_virabelasan s' incredible artwork (check out her Instagram ā¤ļø)
Years have passed since Dutch van der Linde's gang fell apart. It's time for the former leader to visit one of his lost sons.
The cold air got thinner the closer he came to the mountain's top. Every breath cut his lungs. He had left his horse in the lowlands, hitched to a tree.
He knew, this was a path he had to walk alone.
After The Count died, he didnt even bother to find that new horse a name. The Count was one of the last pieces of his shattered past, one of the last friends he lost.
Heavy wafts of mist obstructed his view, made it difficult to follow the rocky and uneven trail through the massive trees, but Dutch kept fighting. Higher and higher the track led him. The fog's dumpness froze under his feet, and every step brought a rustle to his ear. Ice cold wind tangled in his black, fur trimmed coat, pierced marrow and bone. He gasped slightly and wrapped the coat tighter against his oppressed, yet sturdy body, as the first soft snowflakes melted on his cheeks.
Breathing hard and unsteady, he finally reached the crest, his ebony hair and beard covered in snow. He detected a small colourful spot in the close distance, right at the edge of the cliffs. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he slowly approached the abyss.
The blurred colourful spots fell into shapes of flowers; red, yellow and orange, glistening like flamelets around a weathered wooden celtic cross.
The letters may have faded, but not the memory.
Dutch let himself down on one knee, his hands foldet on his leg.
"My son..."
His voice trembled, and tears filled his eyes.
"I've failed you. Failed you so many times. Left you when I should have stayed. Refused you when I should have listened. I..." The tightness in his throat made his voice crack.
"I miss you, every day of my god damn life. You and Hosea. I should have taken your advices...but I was so blind. I wish things had ended differently. None of you deserved this...
You were always loyal, and I was..."
Dutch stopped, pressing his lips into a thin line. His gaze fixed Arthur's name and he clenched his fists. "I was such a fool...Forgive me."
A heavy sob left the broken man's lips. He no longer held back his tears. There was no need to. He was all alone, with the son he lost.
Old scars ripped open with every tear he shed. Memories of a blond stripling, playing with his dog.
Of a young adult, lying in his father's arms after his heart's been broken.
Of a grown man, his face smashed by a traitor, barely able to breathe.
"I wish...I could see you...one last time, son!", he stuttered, his voice shaking.
In that moment, he heard a crackling sound. With wet face and reddened eyes, he turned around. The bushes above him on the hill jiggled, the sound of breaking branches grew louder.
Out of the shrubs stepped a majestic stag with it's head held high, antlers as radiant as a crown. It paced towards the edge and looked down to Dutch, who still kneeled next to Arthur's grave.
Dutch held it's gaze, his brown eyes met the deep blue, and for the first time in many years, a comfortable warmth spreaded through his heart.
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iām so excited your inbox is open!!ššcan i request an arthur x fem!reader where heās insisting heās āan ugly, old outlawā and all that bs and she gets really emotional and gives this speech on how handsome (adorable) and loyal and caring he is? basically just tooth-rotting fluffššlove your work!!š¤
So much fluff šš
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1000 Follower & 1 Year Anniversary Art Giveaway!
Howdy everyone!
A couple weeks back I reached 1000 followers, and today, May 18th, marks my one year anniversary of creating this account and joining yaāll on this site. Itās been one hell of a ride and experience for me. Made some cool friends here. Never ever expected to get as many followers as I have, and Iām thrilled to see the numbers still grow as I continue to appreciate this wonderful cowboy game with yaāll.
So as a thank you, itās time again for another follower giveaway. Like last time, I will be doing screenshot redraws from RDR2 in my vector style!
There will be two winners (one for each of these milestones)
Here are the rules, same as before:
1. You must be following me
2. YouĀ must reblog this post, liking it is great but it wonāt count as an entry. You can reblog as many times as you like, each reblog will count as an additional entry in the final random drawing
3. This post needs to be reblogged by Midnight CDT Wednesday, June 10th (itās going to be a long window!)
4. Just as I did last time, I reserve the right to refuse your reference image or character and request another, donāt want to sound mean, but Iām doing this for fun, I want to enjoy it too!
Here is the Prize:
Vector Art! These are examples from some previous stuff
I will be upfront and say that if you do win, I will probably be SLOW at getting these done. Iāve got a lot of things I want to work on and am working on at the moment, I will do my best to properly prioritize.
Anyway, good luck everyone! And thank you again, my deepest appreciation and love for you all. This journey has been a fun one, and IĀ couldnāt have done it without the lot of you :DĀ
IN SHORT: Two Winners, Reblog to enter by June 10th
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Omg, well I didnt think I would ever reach this amount but today is crazy and yaāll are so amazing and wonderful so I am gonna be doing another giveaway for reaching 4,000 followers!
Prizes:
- The winner will recieve one full color half body piece of a character or oc of their choice.
- The second place winner will recieve a half body sketch of a character or oc of their choice.
To enter you must:
- Be following me.
- Reblog this post one time.
Important:
- Likes do not count as an entry
- I will do nsft
- If there is something you are not sure about please just ask me.
Again I wanna thank everyone who sent me asks, kind messages, and just stuck with me on this blog I really love each and every one of you, thank you!
The giveaway ends on May 25th!!
mrskrazy
Iām really sorry to everyone but due to stress Iām going to be extending the time and the giveaway will end on June 2nd.
Please reblog this to let others know, thank yall so much and Iām sorry again.
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Doesā¦ does Dutch actually base all of his plans on whatever he happens to be currently looking at?
I think it's pretty likely. At this point, he has a family that's already falling apart. He just lost his best friend. He's sitting in an abandoned apartment with a handful of men and a rat, and after all that crap that happens, he has the pressure to FINALLY come up with a f*cking plan that will get everybody out of this sh*t. Of course he takes every straw he's able to reach.
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I slept through my alarm again so I guess itās time to change it. Letās see if Hosea can wake me up in the morningĀ
Sean's"YES" is so me when I'm playing and my mum asks me to do stuff š¤£
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(credit to gruppy on youtube)
Red Dead Redemption 2: Friends Theme
This is gold
Always reblog
Always reblog for Happy Hosea ā¤ļø
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Sonnet CXXX
by William Shakespeare
My mistressā eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lipsā red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damaskād, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
BITE ME, ALIEN BOY!