he's so pretty i want to cry.

All of a sudden

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she's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. i don't need no light.

nursing a glass of whiskey at the saloon.

ever the stubborn one, willing to see how far will would go — and a bit scared what that would mean — he digs in his pocket for a beat-up leather wallet, the thread around the edges starting to fray. a glimpse of a photo of a dark haired woman holding a small child, maybe four or five, can briefly

Efficiency of order

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was told that i'm a man now and i'm not allowed to cry

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<— battling homosexual thoughts

"i've got a twenty on me now." leaning back against the tree he'd been resting on, arms behind his head, settling back — why'd he say that?

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&&. will

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/ i think will would like boba but he's too white and broke to try

/ alexei's trauma taking place in winter & will's in australia's heat. will's sour lemon to will's clementine. will tying his shoes & mouthing the bunny method just like clem used to. they are in my mind constantly

biting back a smirk, gaze lazy as he runs it over will, unsure why it is that he enjoys messing with him so much. ( will is different. will is unique. why? ) "sounds like you might be one'a them suckers, darlin'."

&&. not the juno version 😭

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we could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen.

a hand moves to fix his hat, hair mussed up from will's desperate attempt to hide. "somethin' you want me to offer, sweetheart?"

Five months sitting in the shade

a grin slowly spreads across his face, voice still thick ans heavy with sleep, muffled by will's attempt to hide his face. "well, howdy there, cowboy. what can i do ya for?"

&&. ofc u do. here u go

&&. do u guys wanna see some flowers we grew btw

&&. me when I reply faster than al can edit

You call it good, I call it bad!

nose twitching in response, stirring again as the sunlight rests on his eyes. slowly opening them.. to find will in his face.

&&. i need to call will a slur

stirring for a second, swatting the air like a bug was in front of his face — then settling back down with a soft snore.

it's quiet. too quiet. alexei's hold on the girl never loosens, sticking as close to her side as he can, refusing to let go, refusing to let her get hurt. "will's... will ain't really a people person," he tried explaining, a hand migrating to smooth over juliet's curls. "it ain't you, kid. i swear

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when does a candle become a blaze ？ when does a man become a monster ？

&&. clementine mentioned

it's quite a while before alexei finally gets juliet to reach a point where she can talk; until then, he doesn't stop holding her, he doesn't let go. juliet's sobs turn to sniffles, clinging onto the farmer, afraid to let go, because what if he leaves? "juliet," is murmured gently, a hand lifting

what am i supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

i'm doin' just fine, will.

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walked into a helpless land and wondered lightly am i happy ? is this happy ?

&&. that quote but will isn't the scorpion, alexei's inner thoughts were. it's "sharing words" with will that distracts his mind from causing him more pain

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that ain't no way to go about runnin' a business. but, hey, you do whatever you feel like you need ta do, kid.