Dixon Dallas - Good Lookin: Huskerdust
Angel: I can pull off any style.
Vaggie: Bet you can't make Country sexy.
Angel: Bitch, bet! (puts on a pink cowboy hat, leather vest, and boots) Now, Charlie, can you play me some guitar?
Charlie: Oh! Sure, Angel! (pulls out her acoustic) What do you want me to play?
Angel: Just strum C Major7, G, E minor 7, and G Major 7 chords.
Husker: ......Why is my fur starting to standup on end?
Charlie: (starts strumming, adjusting a few times to get it right)
Angel: Ahem! You lean in closer and my heart starts to pound. I heard you sigh. You know I love that sound.
Vaggie: That's not so bad.
Angel: HE'S BOUNCIN' OFF MY BOOTY CHEEKS!!! I LOVE THE WAY HE RIDES!!!
Husker: (grabs Charlie's guitar and breaks it over Angel's head)
Charlie: (crying) My guitar....
Husker: I'll buy you a new one!
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★ good looking.
a/n: a little drabble inspired by suki waterhouse’s good looking. listening to it on repeat and thinking only of carlos so thought I’d write a little something to feed my (and your) delusions. technically can be read for any brown-eyed guy LMAO, I don't mention his name. a.k.a. my thoughts on carlos in the form of a quick ramble-write.
warnings: none.
“baby, I’m high octane…”
“What are you looking at?”
You look back at him just as you had been doing a second before. Only, this time, he’s aware of your gaze.
“Nothing.”
“‘Nothing?’” He chuckles slightly. “Obviously you can’t be looking at nothing if you’re looking at my face.”
“the skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.
I thought I’d uncovered your secrets, but turns out there’s more.”
His slight laugh is like music to your ears. Strings of a guitar being plucked in such a delicate way, by perfect, imperfectly-carved marble hands. You can picture them in his throat, playing his voice box, and in his chest, supporting his lungs, when he speaks, with that voice of his – oh, his voice, you could listen to it all day. Near his heart.
“you adored me before,”
You must reside there, you think, whether you want to or not. And he resides in yours.
“I guess something.”
He hums, waiting for you to elaborate. His eyes swirl like coffee without cream. There’s a pregnant pause as your eyes continue to scan his face and his eyes scan yours. Looking for that hidden meaning that hangs heavy in the air.
Finally you speak. “You, I guess.”
“oh, my good looking boy.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just in love with you. You’re so pretty. I hate it. But I love you.”
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was heavily inspired by this picture appearing on my feed and me going feral <3
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Black and white…ermmm yeah, they just hit a different note ☺️
First and Khaotung for “Let’s try” MV, OST Only Friends
10/08/2023
Source: Ninew Pinya IG
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