My brain is consumed by Hozier so
Red dead redemption connected with In a week by Hozier feat Karen Cowley (warning this might seem not at all logical to you, that's ok, I just need to write it down so I don't explode)
I have never known peace
Like the damp grass that yields to me
We are arriving away from Colter, the damp grass of New Hanover, the forests, we might be at peace
I have never known hunger
Like these insects that feast on me
The Pinkertons are still there, the gang is not safe
A thousand teeth
And yours among them
Dutch feels like the gang is not believing in him, Hosea included
ALSO Arthur knowing he is not a good man, Mary being a walking reminder
Our hungers appeased
Our heartbeats becoming slow
The gang is still robbing, but they are not always succesfull.
We lay here for years or for hours
Thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw
All members are alive at this point, but they know this life isn't forever. (to freeze or to thaw - running away from Colter, but even here is not safe)
So long, we'd become the flowers
Happy memories, the gang celebrating through the bad
Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw,
They keep running away and they are making more and more mistakes (two corpses - Sean and Kieran)
And they'd find us in a week
When the weather gets hot
The failed robbery in Saint Denis, ending up in Guarma
After the insects have made their claim
Fighting in Guarma
I'd be home with you
Arthur loosing Lenny
I'd be home with you
Dutch loosing Hosea
I have never known sleep
Like this slumber, that creeps to me
Flashback to Abigail and Jack being together again, her realising more and more this is too dangerous for her, pressuring John
I have never know colour
Like this morning reveals to me
Sadie's house burning down, her changing through the chapters.
And you haven't moved an inch
Such that I would not know
Mary and Arthur meeting again, Mary leaving one last time, Arthur staying there (Oh Arthur you'll never change)
If you sleep always like this
The flesh calmly going cold
Susan trying to get the gang to donate still, Karen's alcoholism getting worse
We lay here, for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet
Charles and Arthur helping the native americans, holding on to the last hope that they might do something good
So long we'd become the flowers
We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep
They don't save them. Eagle flies dies.
They'd find us in a week
When the cattle show fear
The camp nearly empty, everyone is leaving one by one
After the insects have made their claim
Molly being killed by Susan
After the foxes have known our taste
Micah manipulating everyone on his side, even Javier.
I'd be home with you,
I'd be home with you,
Sadie and Arthur going out together, they're the last two fighting.
They'd find us in a week (We lay here for years or hours)
When the weather gets hot (So long we'd become the flowers)
The last mission, saving Abigail, Arthur saying goodbye to Tilly.
They'd find us in a week (We lay here for years or hours)
When the cattle show fear(So long we'd become the flowers)
Gang splitting in half, drawing guns at each other.
And they'd find us in a week
Arthur alone on the mountain.
When the buzzards get loud
High honour ending, we see deers.
After the insects have made their claim
John with his ranch.
After the foxes have known our taste
Red dead redemption one, John helping Abigail and Jack leave in the barn.
After the raven has had his say
Rdr scenes of Dutchs last words.
I'd be home with you
Dutch and Hosea
I'd be home with you
Arthur and Mary
I'd be home with you
John and Abigail
I'd be home with you
Arthur and Charles
I'd be home with you
John, Sadie and Charles
I'd be home with you
Jack standing in front of Abigails and Johns graves
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thinking about mating press with beefy!bucky. all that weight on top of you, knowing for certain he’s about to breed you?? ughhh
Oh God yes, the thought of this makes me fucking purr 🤤
Just the thought of his thick, slightly curved cock sliding as deep inside as you can take. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix before he withdraws, pulling almost entirely out of you before he glides back in again.
"Good girl, 'm so proud of you. Cum nice and hard for me, I've got you. You're safe." He holds you so close, letting you sob your pleasure against his neck while he works you through another orgasm. It's tender and romantic and loving and you're beyond aware that this man makes you insanely wet.
Your thighs are still trembling as you come down from your high. Each thrust now feels like it's almost too much but with the way Bucky's groaning, he might not be able to keep it up for much longer.
"Fuck, you feel like Heaven. This pretty little pussy was made for me. Made to be mine." His thrusts are punishing but it's an addictive feeling. "I'm going to fill you. I'm not going to pull out. Going to give you a baby."
You're almost surprised how badly you want that but it's very hard to find the words to tell him; not when his thrusts are beginning to stutter and his high seems to get closer and closer.
"I'm going to fuck a baby into you." His hand holds your chin, making sure he can see your eyes. The evidence of pleasure written all over his face might've been enough to convince you that you could handle another orgasm but you'll still not quite sure that's a good idea.
Within a few more seconds, his cock is throbbing inside you, shooting stripes of hot, thick cum right against your cervix. He looks entirely content with his decision, pressing as deep as he can so you can feel him pulse and twitch.
There's not much you need to say to each other for a few seconds. Instead, it's nice to just listen to you both trying to catch your breath while your partner floods your waiting, fluttering sex with his cum.
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Ideas maturing from debut album to Unheard
In Work Song, "no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." Addiction, imprisonment, crimes, death itself are no obstacle to love.
10 years later, Too Sweet acknowledges that more mundane obstacles like career, sleep schedule, and lifestyle/personality differences, can break two people apart.
In A Week is a gentle duet, full of nature descriptions, coming to the conclusion that it would be peaceful & romantic to lay down and die together.
10 years later, Wildflower & Barley is a gentle duet, full of nature descriptions, and the awareness that death is all around. But this time, the singers wish to be like the dirt, not to decompose but to work towards growing something new
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