Lovely-tried-blog - Art (I Tried)

DESPERADO, by fluorescentgrey

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75,561 Type: Non-Magic!AU, Western!AU

Summary: West Texas, 1861. “I’m unsure when we elected to hand the reigns of this operation over to a hophead felon and a bottom-tier bounty hunter.”

Warnings: Drug use/addiction, character death, graphic depictions of violence

Comments: Where did this glorious, epic fic come from?? I’m not usually one for Western AUs, but this author avoids the tacky romanticization of the West and instead grounds the fic in gritty realism. There’s no shying away from the drugs and violence that outlaw!remus and bounty hunter!sirius experience. Canon elements were so brilliantly mirrored with Riddle’s smuggling operation (Bellatrix was a favorite) and the suspicion surrounding a spy in their group. There’s also a certain satisfaction I get from reading a fic so well researched. I was so enveloped in this world from start to finish; I definitely think this fic needs more love.

types of people

2am - city lights from a high rise, dusty book piles, tired eyes, writing stories, indie concerts, procrastination, denim jackets, classic movies, writing in a diary, impulse shopping, plants on the window ledge

5am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist

10am - soft blankets, lover of routine, acoustic songs, good grades, bullet journals, pastels and plants, sweet coffee, freshly baked bread, cat washi tape, cozy apartment, long winter coats over turtle neck jumpers, tote bags

1pm - yellow socks, doodles, doc martens, strawberries in the garden, sunflower daydreams, pictures of clouds and best friends, a handful of flowers, peach slices, paint smears on clothes

5pm - gold sunlight, peach ice tea, whispered secrets, swimming in the lake, roses on the wall, french pastries, learning foreign words, soft voices, bike rides and summer picnics, wax stamped envelopes

7pm - dreamy sunsets, evening laughter, cursive handwriting, glossy makeup, soft lighting, photo booths, cherry ice cream, sparkling ocean waves, vintage mirrors, sweet tangerines on a balcony, flowers in a bath

11pm - scented candles, unwanted nostalgia, existential questions, sadness without reason, sitting in the dark and watching the stars, associating songs with past lovers, soft heart, oversized jumpers

I didn’t learn this on my own, of course. I had help. Christopher helped.

Some knowledge ✊🏾

people as decades

1920: lace gloves, diamond chandeliers, dry cocktails, curtains blowing in the wind, heartbreak, cigarettes, swollen lips, silver feathers, pearls on the floor

1950: bubblegum, sewing kits, red lipstick, kissing at the drive-in, static on tv, coca-cola, diner booths, whispering secrets, always sad, strawberry milkshakes

1960: cat-eyes, pink bikinis, type writers, rock music, heart-shaped sunglasses, cheeseburgers, florescent lights, leather sofas, anti-government

1970: roller-skates, acceptance, suede, roses, picking daises, at war, and angry, falling asleep, lip gloss, reading in the grass, bad music, burning candles

1980: neon lights, smudged mascara, corded phones, stepping on a lego, butterfly tattoo, star wars, loud arcades, riding your bike with friends, ponytail

1990: silver sneakers, patches on your backpack, young love, denim jackets, cartoons and comics, too close to death, swimming pools, mixtapes, black

2000: babydoll pink, soft-serve ice cream, sunglasses, the smell of chemicals, crushed velvet, sports, cell phones, wild highlights, teenage rebellion

2010: nostaligia, frosted donuts, glitter, sadness, big scarves, coffee, stickers, watering your plants, tangled headphones, bullet journals, greasy pizza

Person A: truth or dare?

Person B: *exasperated* truth

Person A: do you want to kiss me?

Person B: dare.

Person A: *leans in* I dare you to kiss me.

Person B: never have I ever-

Person A: ThAT’s NOt ThE gAMe

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me

Agent Clint Barton "You wanna make amends? Then you get off your ass." *I tried.