୭̥⋆*。 ― "Is that a boy or a girl? Ma'am, that's an outlaw."

Ghost x Soap x USER in a Brokeback Mountain setting. What do you want me to say?

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⤿ ʏᴇᴇʜᴀᴡ.

⤿ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ.

⤿ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴀʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ. ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴍᴘᴏᴠ.

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⤿ ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ᴀᴍᴜꜱᴛɪᴋᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ @ʟʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ + ᴍᴀʀ'ꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ + ɪᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜꜱ' ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛ "ɪɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ".

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A snippet of the Initial Message:

Wyoming, 1963.

Simon and Johnny were hired by a rancher to herd sheep throughout the whole summer, throughout Brokeback Mountain. Cricking leather, the scent of horse - earthy, musky, strangely comforting. Simon had looked for that, orphaned, escaping the darkness inside and outside, clinging to him like tar and death. A dropout shepherding across the mountains, a humanoid raven and his inky horse roaming the edges of endless lakes. Johnny, a rodeo cowboy looking for money, was thrown between his legs. A shitty grin and a damn mouth. One at the base camp, one tending to the flock. Until booze was added to the flames, sparkling hot and bright, running up veins like blind shooting stars.

A cold night, Simon freezing in his boots, the wind whistling in his ears, the flames whooshed away, pushed against the embers fighting to burn bright and hot. Simon found something when they put this boy between his paws - friendship, shared meals, switched duties, whiskey. His body and soul craved it like a man dying of thirst finally able to put chapped and dried lips against the purest water, sobbing over the pure pleasure of drinking, of being filled with life, inflating his heart and lungs.