psd credit  THE PLACE I’M FROM. I’M NOT GONNA’ TELL YOU WHERE IT IS, I’M NOT GONNA’ TELL YOU WHAT IT’S CALLED. BUT THERE IS SOMETHING I WILL TELL YOU. IT’S BIGGER THAN ME, IT’S BIGGER THAN YOU, IT’S BIGGER THAN ALL OF US.

MONSTER IS A NEW (REVAMPED) POST-SEASON 11 WALKING DEAD/SPIN-OFFS UNIVERSE RPG

WITH ALICIA CLARK’S DEATH. ELIZABETH KUBLEK has long since tried to find a cure for the dead. Ten years, in fact. The virus started in France and then spread globally. The CRM was created almost instantly and had been in preparation months before the apocalypse even hit. Unfortunately, in trying to find a cure–they have had to experiment on more than a few innocent individuals.

Jadis was all too eager to help out with that in order to supply THE HEAPS with food and first aid. This also came with unstable results. Such as the literal walking dead and VIRALS. With the research center now completely overrun, JADIS STOKES’ last hope is to get back into Major General Beale’s good graces, by having returned his son, MASON, and trying to return RICK GRIMES to the organization. MADISON CLARK reeling over her daughter Alicia’s death, now has to face PADRE with Morgan.

HEAVILY ENCOURAGED TO BE CAUGHT UP WITH ALL SHOWS, 18+ TO PLAY ADULT CANONS.

DISCORD SERVER ONLY.

“You’re meeting somebody who has been changed by the world that she lives in. She is a little softer. Maybe for the first time, she’s more open to allowing her heart to move her.“ — Sydney Lemmon [who Isabelle is now]

Isabelle sat in the bar of the QZ, drinking a beer. She stood up after skillfully beating someone in a game of billiards and took a long sip of her bottle. The pilot placed it down on a table beside her and started to throw darts at a target. Her brown eyes focused intently on each individual throw. Every hit landed on the bullseye, just like a perfectly aimed firearm. Her heart longed to be in the sky again. Among the stars in her aircraft. 

ZING. Another dart was thrown at the target. Thinking of the loss of her deceased friend Beckett’s beloved cabin in the Smokeys, thanks to them. Her and Al would just have to keep running and running place to place for the rest of their lives. Their current stop was the QZ, but they couldn’t stay forever. It was too much of a threat for the place to be bombed by the Civic Republic. All of those innocent civilians and people. 

The last dart finally hit its mark. Belle hadn’t noticed but she was breathing hard. No one paid her any mind, however. It was strenuous by any means, she was just so focused on hating and missing everything in her world that she had just thrown dart after dart until her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. 

“What?” snapping at the person who looked at her.

AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US,    I’M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAIT.

JENNIFER “HUCK” MALLICK of THE WALKING DEAD: WORLD BEYOND.EXCLUSIVE/18+.

"Happy birthday, Pain In The Ass." the young woman smirked and held out the video camera to her. She usually feigned not liking mushy moments like this, but Al had changed something inside of her. It felt like she could breathe again. With people. Real people who wanted to do good. No secrets. No lies. Just the strong will to live.

"I had it fixed. This isn't an invitation to go off and chase some damn story, but it's a stepping stone to starting something new. Here. With me." she smiled, brown eyes shining with happiness and intrigue. "All of these people filter in and out of here. They all have stories. Record them, Al. They deserve to be told."

Even after they had given up everything in their lives for each other, she couldn't let the other lose her faith in her craft. Not for her. "That and I get to tape you when you're sleeping and I'm hiding the tapes. That's the deal." she knew how much Al hated to be seen on camera, so perhaps this was payback for all the smartass comments she had hurled at her over time. But that was the thing Isabelle loved about the other woman. The mess. The grit.

"I don't get to fly anymore or count the stars, but I get to see you do the thing you love to do." there was sadness in her eyes, but also hope. Belle leaned into the other and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. And once again, it was business like usual.

"I'm making pancakes. Did you remember to trade for fresh blueberries this time? Your obsession with Ramen noodles is bordering on hoarder territory, Al."

@notghcsts

the prettiest thing I’ve seen.  psd: bbyhyuck

foreplay

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.

Frida Kahlo (via thezeroquotes)

@altheaszewczykprzygocki

gentle touch. 

happy pride month!

suspenders. button up and holy hell.