ARE YOU DEAD ? Sometimes I Think 𝙞'𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 Cause I Can Feel Ghosts & Ghouls Wrapping

     ❝ you got happy egg money ? ❞

     despite his SNARKY response, stan leans over to pick up a carton. it was the brand he always used to roll his eyes at, believing only a sucker would cop out the extra few bucks for them. stan's tempted to put them back & try to convince mabel to choose a different kind.

     her eyes BEAM at him from over the side of the carton. the eggs go into the cart with a groan.

     ❝ these 'cakes better blow me away, kid. ❞

mabel hardly notices the stares, she's far too caught up in her own technicolor little world - one where REAL eggs are an absolute necessity! ❝ c'mon grunkle stan, i wanna give great uncle ford the complete authentic mabelcakes experience - a chance of eggshells in every bite ! ❞ she's joking - mostly .

hopping off her grunkle-powered chariot to inspect the options, she lands on a carton which boasts of free-roam pastures, heartier yolks . . . & a heftier price tag than the rest. ❝ can we get this kind ? please ? ❞ she points excitedly to the idyllic images on the packaging, ❝ look how happy these chickens are, that means happy eggs, happy mabelcakes, happy everyone.❞

the girl beams up at stan with an earnesty that would seem questionable coming from any other kid - but this is mabel pines , wholeheartedly wanting to go the extra mile for the people she cares about most. how could he say no to that ?

Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021) dev. BioWare

♡ for a starter / memes from arthur morgan

QUASTARI ― ❝ i struggled for a LONG TIME with surviving. and no matter what, you keep finding something to f i g h t for. ❞ ― INDIE & PRIVATE multimuse featuring joel miller from the last of us. game-based with show influences.

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) Dir. Francis Lawrence

Sorry that came off as aggressive, it’s probably because I’m being aggressive.

timelines, my soul is yours

@espercr asked : "I suppose you have good reason for making me look like a liar?" (4 Arthur :3c)

❝ it was either that or i'm your client. ❞

the words are low & bitten out as soon as the two round the corner into the hallway. it was dark, save for the low-lit lanterns hung on the walls that outlined arthur's STURDY shoulders & furrowed brow. their room was at the very end, near the back door leading to the patio - good. another avenue of escape should they need it.

noises from the doors they passed served to SUPPORT arthur's meaning. he could hear a woman offering a very good performance - no doubt giving her client his money's worth.

as they passed the second, arthur picked up the sound of skin impacting against skin followed by a distinctly male voice crying out. his boots hit the ground a little quicker to move out of earshot.

❝ trust me, girl. you'd PREFER to be a married woman in these parts. ❞

arthur's footfalls cease once he reaches the fourth door, quickly unlocking it & giving it a light kick with the tip of his boot. the old wood swung open. revealing a room that had scarcely been cleaned after its last inhabitants. the STALE smell of cigars hang in the room like a mist. an old blanket barely covers a stain on the mattress.

when bringing a woman to a room for the night, a man should spring for something a little nicer. but the law may not think to search a hole in the wall such at this. ❝ make 'urself comfortable, princess, ❞ he continues in a low, SARCASTIC drawl.

            a short bark of laughter comes from arthur as he stands, thumbs coming to hook into his gunbelt. his smirk is CROOKED, stretching over tanned skin in a way it often doesn't. it half comes from amusement, half because he's always a little put on the spot when teased by a woman.

                    " can't have that. i've got a reputation. "

            arthur is QUIET for a moment, his smirk fading because he feels his work isn't yet done. emotional upkeep falls far beyond his scope of expertise - but arthur knows how it is when the chips always feel like they're down. like he's run out of options. it's not a feeling he wishes on any decent person.

            " all's i'm saying is gut feelings ain't there for nothin'. what's the point in learnin' something the HARD way if you don't learn from it ? "

"trust your instincts. when the chips are down, they’re all you have." from @quastari / arthur

her gut is a constant: the way instinct has kept her alive, kept her aware. young woman is a contradiction - the gentleness of her features, of her mannerisms,  even of her silence... yet how cleverness fills those doe eyes, always studying the world as if waiting for the next disaster. she's not blind to the universe and how things really seem to go. yet over, and over, brunette does her very best to keep on choosing to see the good even when she knows how likely it all is to end badly.

"the chips always seem to be down." it's a dry little joke, quiet under her voice, attention still on the papers she's carefully sorting through. if anything - she knows it's a flaw she's so often tried to ignore her gut in favour of trying to understand other's opinions. it's how she ended up engaged to bobby after all, isn't it? "careful, I'll think you're concerned about me."

@composmentiis asked : ❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞ - for barrett!

for muses that are getting to know each other ( accepting )

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with his eyes still lowered, barrett only occasionally makes glances at the other man. he was a QUIET man at the best of times - speaking about his history is a habit that had died a long time ago.

he only offers a single-shouldered shrug, pulling the tangled & dented shelving upright with very little effort. barrett's boots crunch against broken glass.

❝ spent most my life outdoors, ❞ he replies simply, moving on to the next piece of destroyed equipment. ❝ looks like a bear came through. real hungry, from the looks of it. hope you didn't have anything in here that'd HURT it, doc. ❞