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  • pedroruizreyes
    01.08.2021 - 33 minutes ago

    De mi perro he aprendido que cuando alguien tiene un mal día, basta con sentarse en silencio y acompañarle. . . #dogsofinstagram #doggy #amigos #saturday #perro https://www.instagram.com/p/CSBAizHM-Dk/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • kurtclaudio
    01.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    #convivencia #harmonia #pazdeespírito #pazinterior #amigos #amizade #luz #pazeluz #caminho #fonte https://www.instagram.com/p/CSA8d16jwwO/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • bcrnitdown
    31.07.2021 - 6 hours ago
    @sixlaws​ sent: 🥀 / MEME


    Ashe isn’t there for the ceremony, not by choice  ━ but by the people there who might use the day as an excuse to hunt her down. Maybe they’d blame her. After-all who had it out for him more than the cowgirl? Funny how she never would have done this. No, she’s far from cemetery though ━ across the street in the bar, keeping the drinks coming, but they just ain’t doing anything. Still doesn’t feel real, because the woman can’t be there for the ceremony. She can’t see the grave. Not yet. Not til the fucking people who don’t matter get the fuck away. Bob behind her, constantly bringing a big metallic hand to her back when he sees her start to show some form of emotion ━ and each time he does? Ashe buries whatever stream of tears was about to come. Ordering heavier shots and kicking them back with no fucking sense of control.

    Hours pass and she’s trapped in this trance. The small crowd of people across the street are gone. Their little hurrah is finished. She ain’t found it within herself to move, but it’s almost midnight and Bob is cutting her off. Funny enough she doesn’t even feel drunk. Yeah, the woman stumbles getting up from the bar, but her destination ain’t far and she makes her way there with a Bob following close behind. Crimson hues narrow in from the edge of the graveyard onto the grave in question. Boots feelin’ like they’ve got lead in ‘em. She can’t fucking breath. Heart wanting to thud out of her chest, breaths coming out short and spastic, Bob is showing worry. But she’s paralyzed she can’t force herself closer  ━

    Takes a good bit ‘a time, maybe an hour before Ashe can force a step forward into the graveyard dirt, the crunch scares her ━ maybe it’s the thought he’s in this soil. This is where his CORPSE is. His cold rotting corpse . . . “Bob...” The calmness she built up shatters and she starts breathing in short spatters again, the Omnic lifting her up as she almost fell to the ground and holding onto her. The tears start falling and she just takes a few moments sobbing onto the omnic, biting the inside of her cheek til it bleeds. Trembling. Bob is at a loss of what to do so he just holds onto her until she muffles something, something he doesn’t hear so he gets her attention by lifting her chin. Seeing her strained eyes there’s an expression of sympathy. “... Take me to the stone.” She says, raspy voice ━ but she can’t do it alone. She can’t. She can barely manage it WITH Bob. 

    A slow, but not slow enough trudging pace til Ashe was there ━ before the headstone. The one that read the cowboy’s name. She ain’t lookin’ still, not for a moment, not til Bob lowers her down to the ground. She can’t stand up, on her knees in the freshly packed dirt. “Don’t... Do this to me...” Ain’t holdin’ it together. She’s cussing and crying and her body falls over, Bob almost does something  but he doesn’t have anything he can do, Ashe lyin’ in the dirt, on her side, pulling her legs up in fetal position, gloves ripped off her hands and she’s grasping the dirt roughly in her fingers, letting it fall through, a weak pathetic noise comes from her throat and she can’t stop it. 

    A thud is heard ━ and it makes her open her eyes to see Bob sat down with a big hand over the headstone and the other resting on Ashe’s side. It’s as close as she can get to Jesse. it’s as close as she can get to him and ever will be able to ever again. Her head is pounding, her heart is shattered. It’s just hours of sobbing and pausing into a numb emptiness, waves of emotion and vast apathy.


    The night passes and takes so long but goes so fast at the same time and by morning she’s had no sleep and there’s this excessive lingering heaviness ━ the hangover on top of the dehydration and the lack of anything in her system. Can’t even be bothered to light up a smoke. The woman is sitting cross legged, knees touching the gravestone, crimson hues staring at the words drove into it. There’s no thoughts left in her head, she’s been saying things but most made no sense, they didn’t even bring nostalgia. Most of the thoughts end up being how bad she wants to dig up the dirt and be certain he’s in there. She can’t believe it one moment and the next it’s the only thing that makes sense for all this pain ━ 

    The sound of footsteps crunching behind her? Yeah . . . She expected that. Her hat is placed on the headstone, feeling the cold steel of a gun on the back of her neck. Apathetic stare to Jesse’s name one more time. Broad daylight? A woman with 65 million on her head ━ ? Bob’s on his feet before Ashe and the one holding a gun to her is on his back but when the woman, coated in a layer of streaky dirt from her time on the grave stands up she sees why Bob ain’t firing yet. There’s so many. So many fuckin’ people. Taking away the only form of grieving she can have. Stealing her pain from her. Not letting her have the time to feel it. There’s a sickly tremble in her lower lip, somehow ━ this was too perfect. Part of her wants to tell her Omnic partner to bolt, but he wouldn’t no matter how she would plead.

    Short glance to Bob, a nod to him ━ all the guns locked on them, and Ashe without a real thought, though the shakiness in her hands? Yeah. She knows what’s next. She hears one of them spewing for her to surrender and be spared. But that wasn’t worth it now was it? Bob placed himself in front of Ashe, quickly starting to fire the second her rifle went off popping some of them off. Her boots are still planted right in front of Jesse’s grave, Bob trying to force her to move, she ain’t. All the gunfire surrounding them? There’s one more. One that rings out, louder, sniper rifle, just one good shot was all it took. Final blow, corpse of the cowgirl falls right where she stood. Yeah. It was all too perfect. Blood pooling out 6 feet above his cold body.

    #sixlaws #just takin' out the trash ; ask reply #cw death #this is a fucking novel and i'm not going back to make it fancy #i cried a lot writing all this #adios amigos#cw mcashe #not a lot but whatever
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  • ranonymousboo
    31.07.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Do yall wanna see the ipad kid pride flag i made as a joke

    DO YOU.

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  • tu-y-yo-a-la-luna
    31.07.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Nuestro orgullo es del nivel de nuestra locura, capaz de destruir nuestras más entrañables relaciones.





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  • screenscreaming
    31.07.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Diría el Toreto Familia ❤️✨ #friends #bestfriends #amigos #fast #visitasrapidas #littleandpetit #london #buchon #teolo (en Teoloyucan Centro) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR_99ULLxyt/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • lidia-vasconcelos
    31.07.2021 - 11 hours ago
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  • germandjdexter-blog
    31.07.2021 - 12 hours ago

    FELIZ FIN DE SEMANA 😍 😈 🔥 😘 #frases #imagenes #felizdia #mood #mensajesbonitos #TEAMGERMANDJ #megustas #realestate #mensajespositivos #juegosolimpicos2021 #amigos @germandj2020 🤩🙏🏼😘🌎 #mensajes #positivevibes #vidasaludable #juegosolimpicos2021 #FelizSabado #memesgraciosos #mentepositiva #actitud #solteros #parejas #memesdaily #meme #FelizFindesemana #motivacion #moodygrams #memesespañol @mente.sensata #lavidaesbella @mensajes_de_indirectass @mensajes__positivos__ #mensajesdiarios (en Frases para la Vida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR_sb-5L9Nz/?utm_medium=tumblr

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