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@aintlikeitwasbefore
{{ I have to be better about being on all my pages… it’s been years since I touched some of them… }}
so uh. I finally watched Sweet Virginia yesterday and I would protect Sam Rossi with my life
Jon Bernthal as Monroe in ‘Viena and the Fantomes’ (2020)
{{ the fact he played someone named Monroe... uh, hello, Bobby? :3 }}
Thirsty Quarantine™ || Frank’s Boots requested by: anonymous
Ummm... Shane just wants y’all to know... These are Shane’s Boots. Frank borrowed them. Kay, thanks, bai.
┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ muns 25+ roleplaying ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔
because people seem to forget these muns used to be 19-20 y.o., and ‘ApPaReNtLy’ they’re supposed to stop rping once they reach a certain age. complete B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T. do what you enjoy. the hoes are biiig mad.
☆Andrew Lincoln Appreciation Week☆ Day 5 Favorite Acting Moment → Rick Grimes’ Alexandria speech
“You still don’t get it. We know what needs to be done and we do it. We’re the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don’t. You wish things weren’t what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don’t get better because you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here.”
Deanna: “That’s never been more clear to me than it is right now.”
“Me? ME? You mean… You mean me? Your way is gonna destroy his place. It’s gonna get people killed. It’s already gotten people killed. And I’m not gonna stand by and just let it happen. If you don’t fight, you die. I’m not gonna stand by……..”
And Shane just...
{{ haven’t been around the twd rpc much lately. muses are hard to find as far as voice... but for some reason Shane started talking to me today... i also made a sideblog because science... so if you want :: @castrumvitae ;; you know i have this headcanon that somehow in some verse Shane and Frank could have been brothers?? so yeah i made a sideblog for Frank too. the url means ‘the castle lives’ in latin. so... yeah. maybe i’ll do things here if i can stomach not having working xkit... }}
{{ just posted all that i owe here ;; gonna move to rick to do a bit }}
Cane softly gripped in hand, Brody gave a simple shake of her features at the question. Though not often for her, she’d taken the initiative to find him, motives meant just for the sake of giving her a chance to work toward usefulness – a sign she wasn’t weak and required her hand held every second. Though taking in the man from the rendezvous point for trade wasn’t a common situation for them here in Ericson’s, their bleeding hearts for those that showed no malice outweighed letting some man freeze to death in a snowstorm.
❝ Yeah, everythin’s alright! I just figured ya’d like to have somethin’ to eat. ❞ Shoulder pressed to door frame. ❝ Willy has a whole lotta acorns he asked Omar to boil for him, so…now we got leftovers. ❞
→ @aintlikeitwasbefore cont.
Shane had been in worse shape. Once upon a time he’d almost died in a much bloodier way than freezing to death in the snow in the winter. It hadn’t stopped him, hadn’t helped him to learn his lesson, apparently; the bloody almost death he’d suffered as his own friend and brother’s hand had only mildly reset his priorities. Survival had been primary for a while, but being alone outweighed that need in comparison to needing others to be safe, to remain alive.
He'd been on the road a long time, wearing only three shirts and a lightweight jacket, sweatpants and thick socks, and his old beat up boots. No car. No supplies outside of his weapons. He’d fallen asleep; hadn’t meant to, but then, that was the cold for you. Like the little match girl, without Brody he would have died out there. Hell, at least these kids knew what was up. Better than half the people who had left him for dead…
He shook his head to clear more of the sleep cobwebs from his mind. “Yer a good kid.” He smiles, genuinely happy to have gotten to know her. Glad she was alive out here and not dead or undead somewhere… “Willy gonna share? Haven’t had acorns since ah’was ‘bout seven years ol’… Anxious t’try ‘em ‘gain…see what all the fuss is ‘bout…” He grins. “Throw me my boots, yeah? Thanks.”
Fix You [Rick & Shane]
Shane’s demeanor had gotten steadily angrier with every drawer or cabinet that came up empty. He grumbled quite a bit under his breath and started slamming stuff shut more roughly than he should have. He wasn’t sure how much of that Rick had heard or paid attention to, but by the tone in his voice and the way he shoved the old stove back in front of the door, Rick had the same lack of success. Nothing was an understatement.
He only had to be told once to follow. This plan of theirs to clear houses until they found a possibly more suitable one was just wasting time, but he wouldn’t be the one to say it. Not now. He’d just gotten his shit out of the doghouse. Of course, when he thought about what was downstairs and as yet, undealt with, he nodded along and followed the other man’s play. “Ah’take dibs on first watch. An’ we should prob’ly set up shifts ‘er somethin’… Like we used to.” Since they’d been on the farm there hadn’t always been a need or a use for a night watch, but now it was back to how things had been, out here, the whole time. “Ah’wanna get done with this shit same as you… Rushin’ ain’t gonna make it go faster…just more dangerous. Storm can wait. Better wet, through an’ through’n dead…”
The next house down the block was locked up tighter than a chastity belt. Shane rolled his eyes around in his head as he expended energy to try and pry up a window from its sill. “Fuck me…” He swore low, slapping his thighs off from the sweat on his thighs. “You got that door open, yet?” He came around the corner to see Rick on the porch. “Maybe we should check ‘round back… Ya don’ think somebody’s still livin’ here, do ya?”
Just Give Me a Reason [Carol & Shane]
Shane nods once, a small smile still playing on his mouth. It wasn’t every day a pretty little girl and her mother came into his life and needed him like that did. It wasn’t just that, but he knew he was at least part of the reason why Carol ended up kicking Ed to the curb here at the end of the world as they knew it, in the middle of the highway out of town, at midday. “Books.” He said the word, reflecting on all it meant and what he could manage. “Might be ah’could find somethin’ fer her…” But who the Hell was he kidding? He was in the same boat as Carol was, manner of speaking; there wasn’t anywhere he could go to get a book. Or anything else for that matter! “You just take yer time.”
He saw Dale come down just after Carol went inside and Shane’s demeanor went back into cop mode. He asked the old man to make sure Carol had what she needed and if it was possible to let her stay in the camper with him and her girl. Dale was curmudgeonly at the best of times but he seemed all too happy to acquiesce to the deputy’s request, if more for Carol and her daughter, Sophia, than for any good intent Shane had in asking.
Carl was sitting on the passenger side front seat when Shane got back to the vehicle. “Is Miss Carol okay?” He asked, sitting up straighter, eager, as if wanting to be the big boy and help somehow.
Shane smirked and ruffled his hair. “She’s alright, Champ. Wanna help me out though?” As Carl nodded urgently, Shane squatted down so he was more on the level with him. “Need somethin’ nice fer Sophia. Shane’s big ol’ mouth promised her a surprise an’ ah’can’t not deliver…” He kept his voice hushed so that Sophia sitting on the hood of the engine with Lori standing beside her, couldn’t hear real well. “Think ya can ask yer li’l friends on the highway here an’ help me get somethin’ t’gether?”
Carl chuckled lightly and saluted him. “On it, Boss!”
A little later, he had helped Carl scour the highway for families looking to lighten their loads by pitching things that weren’t of dire need to them. He couldn’t believe how many suitcases and boxes full of stuff were literally already on the side of the road, haphazardly strewn like trash. He harrumphed and grumped his way through the things, careful to pick up things only a young girl would like. He settled on three items; they weren’t ideal, but they were pretty perfect in a pinch. He climbed the steps to the camper and found Carol and Sophia sitting at the table in the booth style seats. “Hey…” He drew it out, smiling. “You ladies doin’ okay? Ya need anythin’?”
Shane Walsh had been with Rick’s group before it was Rick’s group. He had kept everyone safe. He had saved Lori and Carl, Carol and Sophia, and the rest. Even Dale and Andrea and her sister, Amy. The others. Daryl and his worthless hide of a brother, Merle. All of them owed their relative safety at the time to Shane and his quick thinking to get them out of the major cities and into the woods. The quarry. Only when Rick found them, did things start going to shit.
So, it came as no surprise when Rick and Shane were finally at each other’s throats. No one could deny the two leaders having a fundamental disagreement about how to lead, not anymore. Shane was surprised to learn, however, that everyone had been shocked and appalled that Rick had ‘killed’ him that night in the field. Killed was a loose terminology of course. He had tried, that was for damn sure! And if Shane were being honest, he couldn’t really blame Rick for it; his own erratic behavior had been calling for a dramatic and rash action like that since they’d found the farm, since he’d killed Otis to get away safe. To save Carl…
Then bleeding out in that field, choking on his own life source, feeling every second as it filled his lungs; he heard the sound of the moans and then the vehicles. Most of it was muffled by the fire and the falling timber of the barn…but he could hear the hollering before his vision faded to black. When he woke he felt his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, his lips crusted with blood. It had been days since, in and out for weeks more, until he realized who to thank for giving him his life: the Saviors. Negan. They’d been tracking Randall, waiting to pick him up alive. Shane would never admit to having killed him. His secret. Only he and one other knew, and Rick…thought he was dead, too, so… If he had known, though… Abraham was one thing. He hadn’t known the ginger haired man personally. But Glenn. Glenn Rhee. He had been innocent, a kid in essence; a way of looking at the work in all its gory truth and still seeing something else, something after. And if Shane had known Negan would take Glenn’s life one day, he’d have slit the filthy motherfucker’s throat long ago.
And it had come full circle, back to Rick. Of course, it had been Bobby who’d convinced Rick to hear him out – and that had been once she’d gotten past the shock of learning Shane was still alive. Bobby had always been the group’s moral compass; the moral compass who may have gotten her hands dirty but always led them back home, to center, to their true north. Rick would never accept Shane home to Alexandria, and so he fell in with the Hilltop people. Tara and Jesus, and the rest seemed to accept him. Maggie was at least tolerant. He’d apologized to her, first chance he’d gotten, for not ending Negan before he took Glenn. She was bitter, but she never turned him away or fought him on a call after that.
And after Rick… Tara. Enid. Henry. Shane hadn’t cried like that in a long time, if ever. And that’s when he knew. Step up and do the right thing, asshole. Do it for the others. Do it selfless. Do it right. Be the leader Tara knew you could be. Be the leader you were always afraid to be because you were too afraid of the losing.
His dark brown eyes slid over to one of the deaf sisters as she made her approach. The water that ran over his head cooled him under the glare of the sun, thinning the sweat and washing it away from stinging his eyes. “Yeah?” He angles his head, taking a hand to stabilize the little pad of paper. His expression was quizzical. He points at her, then his head, annunciating so she could read his lips. “You know where t’go?” He didn’t even ask her to underline it, didn’t even ask her to write it. Hell, he didn’t care who stole what. He’d done worse things in his time away. Pulling a map from his back pocket and folding it open, he handed it over, emphasizing again. “Show me where. Get a couple more an’ we go out there. Yer comin’ with me.” He pats his chest when he says ‘coming with me.’ “You good with that?”
@fearsworn
The automatic he had in his hands came up quick at the gates before he saw the woman stagger out from the woods. It could have been a Whisperer, but she wasn’t in a skin suit. She just looked hurt. Possibly unhealthy. “Shit...” He shouldered the gun before slipping into the strap that let it hand from his back and slid down the ladder from his perch as if on a slide and not a climbing tool. “Open it up!” He calls to the two at the pulley system for the doors. “Got a girl ou’there! Hurt, prob’ly... Gonna ‘tempt t’pull her in. Le’s do this quick.”
All the Small Things || Beth and Shane
He saw Maggie in a lot of Beth, her mannerisms and her habits, even the way she carried herself. It was what Shane liked the most about the younger Greene, if he were to be completely honest. She balked her father’s rule because he wasn’t always right and she did things to rebel because she felt some of her own control on her destiny when she did. There was more tenacity and passion there than anyone gave Beth credit for, maybe more than her own family gave her credit for…
He's shaken his head because no, it hadn’t felt good for someone to make assumptions about him and what he’d done in his life, who he’d been and who he was forced to become…
The former deputy held up both hands and grinned. “Point well taken, darlin’…message delivered.” When he began to lower his hands, he stepped closer to her, keeping her on her toes. “Yer ol’ ‘nough t’make yer own decisions. Hell, yer ol’ ‘nough t’do whatever the Hell y’want… An’ ah’get wantin’ t’do it yer way…” A hand came up and he brushed small hairs that couldn’t be contained by her hairband back from her temple and pretty porcelain face. “Meet ya later’n?”
In My Bones [Alex & Shane]
The large shoulders shrugged up in an empty gesture. It wasn’t that he didn’t care to answer or that he was being aloof; he really didn’t remember how long he’d been here, on his own, trying to survive. “Been on the road a lot… Don’ rightly r’member.” He gestures around. “How long you been out here? Don’t tell me you r’member…?”
It had been a long time since he’d talked to another human being, hearing his voice out loud. It was somewhat surprising to him that the man knew and remembered how. Silence, was indeed, a person’s best weapon out here. “Quite a few months, ah’reckon, if ah’had t’guess… It’s gonna be gettin’ cold soon. Was still warm ‘nough fer t-shirts an’ sandals when ah’left…” He could see everyone’s faces now, when he left. Rick’s look of confusion and almost betrayal, never to realize – unless Lori told him – how it had been between himself and Lori, and how it had all fallen apart when he’d ended up alive. He’d wanted to change it, to make it all okay again; but he couldn’t. He couldn’t find his way clear to making up for it, for everything. Every time he tried…he’d just made it worse. He’d seen the looks of Lori and Dale and even Andrea, knowing only what they knew or what they thought they knew. How happy the first two had been! Andrea hurt, a bruised ego from being left behind with the people who couldn’t stand her anymore either. And the kids, and Carol and Glenn, who didn’t know why and never would. They had wanted him to stay, to help, he was sure. But if he was going to stay sane in an insane world, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
As they got closer to the place he’d been holed up in, Shane sighed and shook his head. Those memories, those faces, stayed with him. “Ya asked ‘bout Rick…b’fore…” He started, offering up more in a rare moment of vulnerability for him. “He got shot, not long b’fore this happened. Ah’went t’the hospital an’ the power was already long gone, an’ ah’didn’ hear a heartbeat. Ah’thought he was dead…” The memory clearly brought emotion to the surface and he choked on his words. “Ah’started fuckin’ ‘round with Lori after ah’got ‘em out o’ town… He was dead, right? An’ ah’was takin’ care of ‘em now… It jus’ happened!” He looked away and then snuck a look at her, at her eyes, as she came along beside him. “Suffice t’say, when Rick showed up ‘live it shocked all o’ us. But Lori…went back t’like nothin’ ever happened an’ we didn’ do all the shit we did. Came a’me one day, sayin’ ah’needed t’leave her son ‘lone… Cuttin’ off all contact. Like ah’was some bad guy! S’ah had t’leave… ‘Er it was comin’ down t’me ‘er Rick…an’ ah’couldn’ do that. Not t’my brother…”
making it now {closed}
He'd been fiddling with the locked door for a bit now, sure it wasn’t that hard to budge past or trigger into unlocking. As a former law man, he didn’t really relish breaking in and splintering the jamb so the door was rendered unusable, but perhaps…
The couple loud strikes caught him off guard and recoiled from he door in short order, eyebrows shot up higher on his forehead, his hand instinctively at his sidearm. The voice was a young woman’s, stern, no nonsense, but a woman’s. He was torn between just walking away and taking her up on her offer. He didn’t need to attach himself to another human being, let alone another woman. He sighed, exasperated on a scoff of disbelief, taking his hand off of his sidearm and holding both arms and hands up at his sides, head level, like he was surrendering. “Alright, darlin’…you do what you gotta do…”
He grunted as she nudged him with the gun. Inviting him in was one thing; she was armed and she had the upper hand. Nudging him with the gun showed him she wasn’t as experienced with the weapon as she should have been. People could take it from you that way… As he turned around the smirk on his mouth was evident. “Y’shouldn’ do that. Nudge ‘em with the gun. Somebody that wanted could take it from ya…” He nodded to gesture, to make her comprehend. “Shane. Walsh.” He added his last name as if it would matter. “An’ ah’m not a cowboy. Sheriff’s deputy. King County, Georgia.”
a big psa
DO NOT ! COME AT PEOPLE ! FOR NOT BEING ! ACTIVE !
this pertains to responding to dms, asks, rp responses, starters, etc., anything on here. okay? what gives you the right to claim how active someone is supposed to be, or not be, on here?
each person has a life outside of this website; we can’t be on here all the time, and it drives me crazy that people reach out to give others hate just for something as trivial as replying too slow. don’t do that, please. it hurts peoples feelings, and ruins their day; even if you think it doesn’t; and EVEN if you think for some reason you deserve a response asap. no one else owes you anything, or is there to fulfill your happiness or needs okay. putting that kind of expectation on someone is too much to bear, and it’s also not possible to fulfill.
we all aren’t perfect people, but don’t expect that kind of thing out of any rper, resource blog, or random person on this site. that’s one thing that makes tumblr so toxic, and often why so many decide to delete their blogs, go on hiatus’, or stop being active at all. just be kind to people; that can’t hurt. for goodness sake.
please just keep this in mind.
{{ i’ll add to this and say that it’s okay to ask me if it’s been a while and you see me on, ‘hey morgan, just wondering we had this going did you wanna continue? if so no rush, just asking!’ and then with my reply, you will know. however it is NOT okay to come at anyone like ‘where the fuck have you been!?’ and ‘don’t you know I replied ages ago!?’ yes, as a matter of fact, I do. what of it? i’m slow as a January molasses shit. XD just…be mindful and respectful to everyone. that’s all I ask. }}