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[courtofmuses-archive]

@bravery-sought​ said:  “i love you, dumbass.” some meme || not accepting

“Well, that’s rude but I love you too.” Michael grinned, tugging Alex close and pressing a kiss to his lips. “But really, if I’m a dumbass then you’re a dumbass for falling in love with me.”

#braverysought #c: michael guerin #i: alex manes

[plantdaddyguerin]

Happy Father’s Day to Michael Guerin and his son, the black cat named Cosmo. That is the first Malex kid. ( @bravery-sought )

#bravery sought #braverysought

[manesmaam]

@bravery-sought​ gets a starter from my test muse, because you are an enabler XD

Carly typed for a moment on the table Isobel had gotten her for a moment before the electronic voice read out, “There’s no proof I had anything to do with your dad’s statue getting trashed, no matter what Uncle Max says.” After all, street cameras didn’t catch her spray painting the statue of Jesse Manes. . . That didn’t mean she hadn’t used her powers to push someone else to do it, but again, Max couldn’t prove anything. 

#RP #braverysought #starter #test muse: carly #//because selective mutism means she uses asl or a siri type voice to talk for her

[tofeelthecold]

the haunting of hill house sentence starters || accepting

@bravery-sought​ said: ‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

“I’m kind of scared to ask how you know that,” Forrest replied a smirk. He was curious but he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to his curiosity. “Is this a hint that we need to go to the zoo?”

#braverysought #✦ ❛ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᵇʳᵃʳʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵘᶠᵒ ᶜʳᵃˢʰ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ❜┇ ⁓ forrest + answered ✦

[gxerin]

@bravery-sought​ is down with a one-liner.

  ❝ HEY, YOU WANNA GO for a ride ? ❞ it’s late, but that’s even better. the stars are out and brighter than ever.

#braverysought #ayy this is gay already #lmao

[sixtyninc]

bravery-sought-a liked your post “sixtyninc: like for a starter, but comment for a muse please.  ”

“First of all, I’d like to remind you that I am doing this as a favor. Not as your doctor.” Benjamin pointed, as he set up the table with a mantle and a soft mattress on top, “as a doctor I am just meant to touch the necessary to check you over and give you what you may need for a treatment. What I am going to do is the treatment.” He pointed, once finished, “so if you understand, take off all your clothes and the prosthetic and I’ll massage over the ghost pain area.”

@bravery-sought​

#braverysought #benjamin ♦ convo #alex • bs

[welcomeoblivicn]

He’s been trying to move away from using alcohol as a crutch. He likes to think he’s even been making some progress with it, but some nights are harder than others and he just gives in.

Will sits quietly at the kitchen table, a tumbler filled with three fingers of cheap whiskey in his hand. A worn copy of Frank Herbert’s Dune sits open in front of him, but his mind is moving at a million miles per second and he can’t focus on the words. Even Winston curled up dutifully at his feet isn’t much comfort. At least he isn’t dissociating, he thinks glumly.

Swallowing another desperate swallow of amber liquid, he considers going back to bed. It might be helpful to snuggle up next to Alex, but Will doesn’t want to risk waking him with his restless tossing and turning, so he stays where he is.

@bravery-sought​

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[warringpeace]

STARTER for @bravery-sought​ muse: james | verse: modern

It was a tense face-off. On one end was James C.onrad, former RAF pilot and current tracker. On the other was B.uffy, a chubby beagle. When he arrived in Roswell to visit an old army friend of his, he didn’t think he’d be caught up in another confrontation. 

Still, it was a pretty adorable confrontation. 

“Hey, does she know the meaning of ‘stay’ and ‘heel’?” He glanced at Alex over his shoulder, stepping back when he heard the dog move. 

#m: james conrad #braverysought #; starter #i hope this works! :)

[warkept]

 * @bravery-sought​​ wanted a starter.

              “ I consider them all extra space in my storage ; you needn’t worry about the low pricing. I often find myself painting the same scenes , in the scope of my artwork I hardly consider them of unique value , ” Ashley states , as if eager to seal his spot as the worst spokesman for his own artwork. Frankly, he only began selling it under suggestion of his friend , for it seemed wasteful to throw so many paintings away. 

                While a bit riddled with self critique, his explanation was not entirely incorrect. The skill in his paintings is undeniable , a skill honed in the Renaissance era and perfected throughout the following centuries. However , he long since stopped exploring new landscapes. He painted scenes from his memories : castles after siege crumbling from its wounds , scorched fields with a few vibrant flowers sprouting from ash , graveyards lit up with the setting sun. They clearly had artistic merit , but they were scenes painted a thousand times over , and held little monetary value in Ashley’s mind. “ If you see more than one you’re interested in buying , I can give you a bundle discount. ”

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[fightlikehcll]

need a hand?

She was exhausted and with good reason. It had been a week since Max had brought Rosa back from the dead and sacrificed his own life in doing so and Lix was grieving, not handling the loss of the man she loved at all. She spent a lot of hours every day working on finding a way to bring Max back with not much success in doing so and she wasn’t getting a lot of sleep and what sleep she was getting was plagued by nightmares.

Exhaustion was beginning to catch up to her as she worked her shift in the Crashdown. She’d messed up several orders and dropped dishes and broke them, things she hadn’t done in years. But she was so tired now that it was taking all her energy to just keep herself from collapsing.

She wavered as she hefted the tub filled with dirty dishes from the table she’d just cleared and might have dropped it if Alex hadn’t suddenly appeared and helped steady her, asking if she needed a hand, “That would be great.” She said softly, “Thanks Alex.”

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[courtofmuses-archive]

@bravery-sought​ said:  “i’m not going anywhere.”

“I know.” Michael smiled faintly, reaching to Alex’s hand and tugging him closer. The cold, almost sterile environment of Deep Sky’s base was offset by the warmth of Alex’s body. Michael pulled him close and wrapped his arms around the airman’s waist, nuzzling into his neck. “Neither am I.”

#braverysought #v: a falling star fell from your heart (malex ;; bravery-sought) #c: michael guerin #i: alex manes

[plantdaddyguerin]

@bravery-sought didn’t ask for shit but gets it anyways

It’s been almost a full twenty fours since they had gotten married. A full twenty fours since that one single thought that had once crossed his mind when he was a teenager had come true. Michael finds himself in a bubble that he doesn’t want to pop open. He just wants to stay where he is with Alex for the rest of his life.

Especially since his now husband is tangled up within the sheets and what a fucking sight that is for him. One that he never grows tired of seeing and one that he gets to have for the rest of his life. “Morning, husband.” He murmurs, as Alex stirs awake. “Sleep okay?” A question that he doesn’t need an answer for since he knows damn well they all but slept these past few hours.

#braverysought #bravery-sought #( thread ) #;)

[manesmaam]

@bravery-sought gets a plotted starter

Anyone who knew Kimberley Manes would say that she had always been a good girl who never got into trouble; no underage drinking, no doing drugs, not even playing hookie a couple of times when she didn’t feel like going to school. She’d always been a girl that everyone in town trusted. The principals at her schools only knew her for excellent grades and conduct, and police only knew her because they were either friends with her dad, or one of her brothers. Kim just wasn’t the type to get into trouble. 

So one could only imagine everyone’s shock when that very same girl was arrested and brought into the station. Even more shocking was the fact that she’d had to be handcuffed for resisting arrest. Kim, who’d mostly checked out by the time she was eased onto a bench (or was it a chair? she honestly didn’t know, and didn’t care enough to look down at whatever item of furniture she was sitting on to find out), distantly heard someone saying it was a good thing she’d already hit 21, or they’d have to add underage drinking to the charges. Though, really, it was minor compared to the property destruction--or grave desecration; there was some debate between officers on that one--resisting arrest, and minor assault of law enforcement. Though, in her defense on that last one, Kim hadn’t actually been trying to hurt the deputy who came to the cemetery to arrest her; she’d been trying to get one more hit on that damned gravestone before the pried the sledgehammer out of her hands. 

She wasn’t talking to anyone, not even Sheriff Valenti, with her soft voice and motherly look of concern. So it wasn’t Kim who made the call to her brother. It was the town sheriff herself who called Alex and informed him that his straight laced, perfect little sister was sitting in handcuffs at the station, and was too drunk (and emotionally distraught) to drive herself home. 

Kim didn’t even have it in her to care about what Alex--or their dad, or anyone else--would think upon hearing this news. For the first time since Jesse Manes’ death (two weeks ago?) Kim was numb. Hollowed out. She’d practically been feral with rage at the cemetery, but that had burned out rather quickly once the handcuffs were clapped around her wrists. So now, she sat, and she waited, and she stared at a curious stain on the linoleum floor of the station. Her only thought was the regret that she hadn’t been able to do more damage to the headstone before the police arrived. 

#RP #braverysought #starter #FEELS #PAIN

[tofeelthecold]

plotted || @bravery-sought​

Kyle had been putting off telling Alex what he’d done. It was mostly for his own selfish reasons but he knew that he couldn’t not say anything about it, that wasn’t what he wanted to do, not to Alex. So he’d shown up to Project Shepherd, to the bunker to try and talk to Alex and hope to maybe get him to leave with him where they could talk over food. But his goal was to tell him and go from there so he’d made his way down into the bunker and looked around. “Alex?” he asked as he looked around. “I have something I need to tell you.”

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[warringpeace]

“  Reevaluate the MISTAKE you just made, carefulllyyyy.  ”  Alex dips a fry into his milkshake.  “  Unless you want me to set Buffy on you when we get home.  ” He raises his eyebrows with a chuckle before he takes a bite of his fry. A glaring and stalking Beagle (  especially Buffy )   is always a clever way pry an apology.

from @bravery-sought​ [ x ]

A re-evaluation was made: by him biting into the three fries he’d managed to steal off of Alex’s plate. Sure, the prospect of Buffy glaring at him for the rest of the day was daunting, but he was used to it by now. “Well worth the punishment,” he responded, pulling his rootbeer float towards him and taking a few sips.

#m: james conrad #braverysought #he's just 'bring it' xD