silverveined replied to your post “yall my girlfriends gonna star in star trek: discovery im so happy for...”
throw sasha @ me
rosita or tara
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yall my girlfriends gonna star in star trek: discovery im so happy for her im so proud of her
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[1:31:01 AM] corgi attacks: jesus petty as fuck
[1:32:47 AM] frowny mctwoknives: same
[1:33:02 AM] corgi attacks: DAMN THE TREE WITHERED JESUS THAT WASNT NECESSARY
[1:33:14 AM] corgi attacks: ITS NOT THE TREE'S FAULT
[1:34:11 AM] corgi attacks: its like he walked into one of those changing holiday shops and was like "gimme a halloween costume" and theyre like "sir we don't currently carry halloween costumes it's december" and he was like "well damn i hope no one ever buys anything here again"
[1:34:35 AM] frowny mctwoknives: hgDFMFDH
[1:35:03 AM] corgi attacks: and then they straight up go out of business bc the lord could not get his sexy pirate costume
[1:35:12 AM] corgi attacks: like jesus, the fuck
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BEHIND OUR LULLABIES, THE HOOVES OF TERRIBLE HORSES THUNDER AND DRUM.
ind. padme amidala. written by madi.
est. march 2016. re-est. dec. 2016.
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ID ▶ MICHONNE // BLOODIEDBLADE:
EMOTIONS ARE HIGH IN THE WAKE OF THEIR VICTORY against the herd, gratitude mixed with remnants of fear —- and michonne’s chest has been aching since the moment carl’s wounded face met her eyes, an image she doesn’t think will ever leave her mind. there’s a sensitivity that follows, a vulnerability that she hasn’t felt since her own son, and despite how worried her attachment to carl makes her, she’s not ASHAMED of it. he may be alright, but she’s scared for him, for how he’ll recover, for how rick will recover. though, they hadn’t been the only ones met with gut-wrenching fear.
the three had waited a few hours before explaining their run in with the group of bikers —- a technical near-death experience, and michonne had found herself conversing with sasha more than anyone, settled on the stoop of the infirmary, awaiting any word of carl’s condition. at the words, she can’t help but look up, eyes widened ever so slightly. it hadn’t been expected ; one of those things that’s already known despite it never being said. these people are michonne’s family, no matter what, and she doesn’t need to hear it to know that she is loved —- but it means a lot, especially coming from sasha. especially after everything she’d lost. michonne knows how difficult it is to allow love in when all it ever seems to bring is pain. offering a small, breathless smile, she nods once.
‘ i know, ’ she says, whispers, hand reaching out to rest over sasha’s own, ‘ me, too. ’
a stranger with a gun on her and a gun on abraham, a stranger changing his mind like a pendulum swings BACK AND FORTH in a GRANDFATHER CLOCK, tick, tock, and her life in the balance. i’m not gonna kill you --- YES, I AM, and the way her heart jumped up into her throat! took her most of the drive home to realize that she wasn’t scared for ABRAHAM, that it wasn’t a DEEPLY SEATED FEAR OF FURTHER LOSS, but something more instinctual. once everything had settled she approached maggie first, the shape of her heart still lingering in her throat, choking off her breath --- I THINK I WANT TO LIVE.
i love you. when she holds the words in her mind they’re spoken in HER BROTHER’S VOICE. she never told bob --- should’ve, she would’ve meant it, but it’s hard for her, was hard for her even before all of this. god, she can’t remember the last time --- she’s sure it was ADDRESSED TO TYREESE ( something she suspects she and michonne may have in common ) but god, GOD, for all the space he still occupies in her, she can’t remember.
she touches her, and sasha turns her hand over to clasp michonne’s, her fingers threading through her friend’s and locking tight, HOLDING AS THOUGH FOR DEAR LIFE. “ just --- wanted to make sure you knew. ” i think i want to live, and the tears blooming in the corners of maggie’s eyes, and her strong soft arms around her, i’m proud of you, I LOVE YOU, we’re gonna make it through.
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ID ▶ CLEMENTINE // LOSTFINGER:
❛ PEOPLE KIND of underestimate me all the time. ❜ she pauses, but only to be able to pull the knife out of the knife-sized hole she made in the decaying corpse’s head on the ground. she busies herself with wiping it clean on her jeans as clementine looks up at sasha and finishes what she was saying — ❛ it’s annoying, but it’s also kinda USEFUL. i mean, if they try to mess with me, they’ll regret it. ❜
⁽ ? ⁾ @inurest ♥’d.
“ that’s good. you USE WHAT YOU GOT. ” she gets it. five--foot--five woman without much bulk to her in uniform, in firefighter’s gear, five--foot--five girl without much bulk to her in the RING AT HER BOXING GYM. you sure you’re in the right place, HONEY? hairdresser’s across the street. she hasn’t gotten much of it since the world went straight to shit --- attributes it to the rifle slung over her shoulder and the NO--BULLSHIT STEEL of her expression.
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ID ▶ SAM // HAUSTE:
he’s heard different people call them different things. ash liked the word ‘ goons ’. bobby called them biters for a while, then walkers, after he’d come down through kentucky and georgia. dean called them dumbasses a few times, on account of how painfully unintelligent they were. walt and roy called them ugly fuckers, before pushing sam into rotting arms. he’d felt the teeth SINK into his back, and heard the pop of dean’s gun, and the fear that crackled betwixt the two of them–that was years ago, but it STILL haunts him, still keeps him moving. sam’s arms settle a beat after her gun drops from it’s target, a breath huffing from his teeth. he doesn’t intend on pulling his unless they manage to get pinned in by a lurker–and that’s only if he has to. the less noise, the better. her warning makes sam lift his brows. that kind of distrust leaves a sour taste in his mouth. like he’d ever hurt a person who didn’t hurt him, or his brother–there’s no reason. it’s wrong. doesn’t matter how the world has changed. he still has morals. being a decent human being is part of that.
if i wanted to shoot you, i’d have done it already, he thinks, though decides to keep it to himself. that wouldn’t do ANYTHING to make her relax. it’d just make her angry, he bets. and it’s not true–sam wouldn’t shoot unless she gave him a reason to. ‘ i’m not trying to hurt you. but, i get it — i’ve — had bad run ins with people like that. these couple guys who i thought were my friends. turns out they’re not. ‘ he decides not to elaborate. she doesn’t want to hear what he’s been through —- she doesn’t know him.
‘ uh. sam. ‘ he doesn’t offer up a surname. in a world like this, he’s sure “winchester” is just going to merit a ‘ like the gun? ‘ as it usually does. she doesn’t seem like the type to care, either. ‘ my brother’s dean. ‘ he only says as much because if his brother gets worried, he’ll come probing — and probably stick a gun in her face.
“ yeah. we all BEEN THROUGH THE SAME SHIT. ” god, she hates strangers. she can handle the ones rick brings back to the prison, or michonne, or even daryl ( who she sees as something of a LOOSE CANNON, a wild card, but easily as suspicious as she is ) --- they’ve asked them the questions, she knows, and she trusts their judgement. they haven’t brought back a BAD SEED yet, and that army doctor they picked up, bob, seems like a stand--up guy, sweet, if naive, unusually good for a chat in a world like this. but strangers, STRANGER OUT IN THE WORLD, not yet vetted by someone whose decisions she’ll stand behind --- she doesn’t always trust her own judgment. better to air on the side of caution, always, answer no even when her gut says yes. safer, maybe.
ty thinks otherwise. AIN’T NO WAY TO LIVE, sash. people are what matters, sash, now more’n ever. we gotta watch out for each other. all kindness, her brother. ALL LOVE.
“ sam. i’m sasha. ” her daddy drilled all kinds of good, strong manners into her head when she was younger. you know how you is, sasha. gotta work TWICE AS HARD to get HALF AS MUCH RESPECT. you look a man in the eyes when you meet him --- you give your full name, declare allegiance. you shake his hand firm and strong and you stand up right straight, you MAKE SURE HE KNOWS you ain’t the type of girl to be TRIFLED WITH. she rests her weight heavy on her left foot, keeps her arms at her sides. her eyes flick down to his hand, the gun at his hip, once, twice --- she sees the former so much as twitch towards the latter, and SHE’S DONE. “ my brother’s TYREESE. he’s around. ” will everything she say present a veiled threat? my brother, MY BROTHER --- big strong hulking man, he’s around, and since we were kids he never even liked to kill spiders, made me get a glass to trap them, but i ain’t saying that, and you, BIG WHITE BOY, you wouldn’t know it to look at him --- he’s around but i think i could put you on the ground just as easy. big white boy DON’T SCARE ME.
“ pharmacy’s that way. ” she gestures with her head. she’s NOT walking in front of him. “ you find any insulin, i got a thing of CANNED PEACHES you can have. ”
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you DRAW BLOOD just to taste it
you HOLD BONES just to break them
ind. darth vader.
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abraham: i think i’d like to get to know you a whole lot better
sasha: no thx but does this mean rosita is single
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hardchoices replied to your post: does anyone know a decent screencapping program? i...
kmplayer does it. play the file, it’ll screencap the entire movie. you can adjust the settings by what file format it’s in and how many caps you want, etc.
richard ur the real mvp
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does anyone know a decent screencapping program? i want to bring back an old muse but with a new face claim and i really really don’t want to do em manually
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ID ▶ CARL // GOTHURT:
@inurest· liked!
‘ they’re fucking stupid. ‘
vulgarity tumbles from betwixt his teeth without second thought. it’s nothing to him, nothing compared to spitting gore and rot, nothing in light of loss. just words. but they’re bitter and sharp, all the same. he looks up at her, jaw tightening. he’s not surprised it’s her job to do this – at least, in this moment. the redressing is ALWAYS the worst part. denise is preoccupied, rick has his hands full — it doesn’t bother carl, but he’s upset on her behalf. it’s ugly. it makes people flinch.
‘ we’re not safe here. no matter what my dad says. this isn’t safe. ‘
her hands work with easy, detached expertise, setting aside the used bandaging, reaching for the rolled gauze. she's seen MUCH WORSE, even before all this began --- charred and baking flesh, bubbling bodies, but rarely on one so young. get the kids out first. TINY BODIES, YOUNG LUNGS. then the adults. she won’t react, lean in or pull back, stare or look away. she can only imagine what that would be like for a child, to see people ( PEOPLE YOU LOVE, people you know ) recoil from you, narrow their eyes in disgust.
“ safer here than out there. ” she won’t argue for a HAVEN, for a SANCTUARY, when she knows none exists. it’s better --- she’s better --- than shortly after they arrived. this place? IT’S NOT REAL. deanna, and the way she seemed to look right through you --- that’s bullshit. “ think your dad knows that. ”
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ID ▶ ROSITA // KEEPLIVIING:
she’ll sit up, not even bothering to stop the sheet from slipping down her lithe frame ( there really was no point in being MODEST anymore. ) ❛ are you leaving ? ❜ it’s too early for her to worry about trying to sound aloof, the disappointment seeping into her words without obstruction.
her eyes avoid rosita --- find her knees, the places where dry brown skin peeks through scuffed denim. yeah. we’re BOTH MOURNING --- we’re in the same shit. no reason to make this SOMETHING IT WASN’T. “ gotta get on watch. ” no, she doesn’t, not until noon, but maybe if she asks nicely enough, michonne will let her relieve her a few hours early.
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list of potential full names for negan:
neganthial the third
nasty edgelord gross ass nerd
neganthony
neganiel
negatron
negan neganson
benedict cumberbatch
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