Jan 31, 2018
Hard frost on thatch roof , love the master thatchers signature pheasant.
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Hard frost on thatch roof , love the master thatchers signature pheasant.
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and it's here 💛 my little homemade ep "strawhouse". A handwritten love letter filled with some of the first few songs I wrote and knew I wanted to keep forever. I kept it very minimal and recorded and mixed it all at my own little home. Thank you to some of my fave peeps who lent their gifts: the gorgeously quirky @mini.minibus and the ethereal @brendonmoon. Bloody legends✨ and now it is time to take off my paint splattered boots cause I thought i was so clever bundling up 2 big events on one day (ty @katrinalfrost!) 😆 love you all to bits 💛🧡 photo by the ever so lovely @karjiayu who patiently stood by me pulling faces at the camera 🙈 (oh yeah, link in bio!) #strawhouse . . https://www.instagram.com/p/CJDosiZheJU/?igshid=2qsr7rnq0vpd
How To Make A Beautiful Straw House With Swimming Pool || DIY Straw House
𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 . » accepting ! » @strawhouse / castle & cross . 🔪 point a weapon at my muse
“ easy , tiger. ” she lets the distance between them stay. lets frank keep the gun trained on her without removing her hands from her pockets. they remain tucked into the oversized camo , shoulders settled back nice and loose as she stares at him. blows a bubble of big red and pops it with her teeth before starting the process all over again. all over again with a lazy smirk that twinkles in mismatched eyes. all over again as she drops a combat boot clad foot onto an empty chair , ankle out to show the drop gun strapped there to him. another bubble pops as she makes a show of slowly withdrawing hands and leaning forward to remove the gun. leave it sitting in the chair. leave her ‘ weaponless ’.
like she couldn’t cross the room in the time it takes him to fire off a shot. like she couldn’t have him dead in the time it takes him to realize the gun isn’t empty because he got the drop on her once , never again.
both feet flat on the floor , kennedy shrugs out of her outer jacket. bares arms tattooed with tallies of every life she’s taken and crisscrossed with silvery pink scars from war and mercenary work. the sleeveless hoodie hangs loose on her frame as she settles back against the nearest surface. folds arms over her chest. shakes rain soaked hair back from her face. “ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ” her smirk grows to reveal teeth , sharp and white. “ you good? ”
5 w’s || accepting
“ when did all of this start? “ -- @strawhouse
“oh i think you’ll need to be much more specific,” elektra said. her heels clacking on the floor as she moved in a slow circle, making sure all the agents of the hand were dead. “all of this as in the life of violence? so young i can’t remember anything else. all of this as in dealing with undead ninjas? well technically, i suppose the answer is much the same as the first, but officially around ... oh twenty-two or so,” she said, wiping the blade of her sword on the red robes of the dead ninja in front of her. “but if we’re talking about the super powers, those are much more recent. just since i died.”
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you’re bleeding. / from francis
fury road | accepting.
“--it’s nothing.” will wipes a trickle of blood from his nose with the back of his hand, avoiding frank’s eyes and electing instead to examine his raw knuckles like they’re something new or interesting. it’s not nothing--he can already feel bruises blooming under his clothes and knows they’ll be yellow and blue in the morning, but worry is too close to pity for his comfort, and pity has always been the last thing he’s wanted. especially from frank. will’s always been a good liar, too good, but there’s something different about this--about frank, about the way they are together.
he grimaces a little, partly from the pain but mostly because his nose won’t stop fucking bleeding--
he says fuck more than he used to now.
“you know i’ve had worse. so have you.” he catches frank’s eyes at this, momentarily softening, though he resists the urge to reach out and brush his fingers along any one of his scars. hell, they’ve had worse together. will’s quiet for a beat, watching the dogs mull curiously around the room and feeling his pulse beat in his broken nose, in the bruises on his skin. something steely, a vicious hint of satisfaction, creeps into his voice when he adds:
“--but he hadn’t.”
it hurts. / from villanelle xoxo
fury road | accepting.
without preamble will gets up and pours a generous amount of whiskey into a glass. it’s scotch, single-malt, a far cry from the mid-grade bourbon he’s drank most of his life, but he’s made greater compromises. his lips twitch slightly, ironic, when the thought hits.
“is it worth asking what happened? or why you came here?” he slides the glass across the counter, closer to tired than truly exasperated. he already knows the general answer, if not the specifics--villanelle happened. he weighs the petulance of the statement against the steady way blood drips through their shirt onto the marble, elects to fetch a needle and suture thread from hannibal’s kit. maybe it will stain. maybe not. he doubts villanelle cares much either way and doesn’t think he does either.
“i’m not a doctor, but i’ve, uh, tied my share of fishing lures,” he says, half-joking. “--you’ll have to sit still, though.”
starter for @strawhouse ( jess & frank )
she got back into the van, the murder van, she liked to call it. “i’m still telling you i think the van would look better if you got like ... a barbarian woman riding a polar bear painted on the side,” she teased, handing him over a sandwich. her turn to run to get food. she’d hit up a deli which meant pastrami and nice crunchy pickles. it also meant coffee. warm coffee as compared to the old and cold stuff they’d been drinking for the past three hours. “you should really consider it. class up the joint. i mean obviously you can’t just spray paint a skull on to the side, so you know gives you the time to explore different tacky artistic motifs.”