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I love this little train wreck!!! I'm so bummed I haven't interacted with him yet but there's always time in the future. Glad you're back in the group because you're amazing ooc also <3
Yaaaaas of course! you know I’m always down to plot with you! And aww thank you so much, you’re such a bae ooc too seriously so welcoming and awesome <3 <3 <3
i love kieran so much and his dark broodiness and i want to hug him but also maybe just wave from afar
Honestly that’s probably the best thing I’ve ever heard. For your own personal safety I’d probably just wave at him from afar....unless he’s drunk in which case hug away....but make it brief or it’ll turn into a fight xD
colinsflynn:
“Dancing. Something the kids taught me.”
“I’m pretty sure they were fucking with you, either that or you’re just really bad at dancing.”
stairwaytoheavenx:
#Okay, I’m bringing this back because I think we haven’t talked enough about Richard and his dancing skills (x) (x) (x)
The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig
Listen, what about your friends? Do you care about them?
maxwardx:
Max glanced at the boy curiously. “Not exactly. You’d probably want someone directly in pulmonary function, but I can tell you if there’s damage to them. Alls that requires is a few simple scans, if you’re willing to sit for them.” He offered. Shrugging, he stood from the monitor and grabbed his stethoscope. “Not to mention a good old fashion listen, but you’ll have to follow me into one of the exam rooms for that. When were you first diagnosed, Mr….?”
“That’ll do me just fine, that’s all I really wanna know anyway. Just a checkup to make sure they aren’t any more fucked up than they're meant to be” Kieran shrugged, the nonchalance on the outside not matching the discomfort he actually felt. The longer he stood there, the worse it got. “Wallace. I think I was like four months when I was diagnosed, somewhere around there” his eyes took to scanning the waiting room as a way to avoid eye contact with the man, he hated talking about it and he hated other people knowing about his ‘condition’ and the circumstances that led to it Doctor or otherwise.
nadiyawtf:
Nadiya was wandering around the forest at dusk to clear her head and relax. She’d been shifting since she was a teenager and yet she still couldn’t maintain some control over her wolf, something that stressed her out and concerned her more than she’d ever admit. Did she think that somewhere in the trees would be an answer to her problem? Not at all, but being one with nature could be the first step in the right direction. She came to a stop next to a large white pine tree and rest her palm flat against it, eyes closed as the brunette focused on her heartbeat; her concentration was broken by the sound of a twig snapping under the weight of something bigger than a squirrel. ❛ I heard that, y’know. ❜
Running at dusk was a relatively new schedule that Kieran was trying out, through trial and error he’d discovered that damn near any other time of day he was bound to run into someone but dusk had been working for him. At least until tonight. He’d already slowed down enough to the point where he couldn’t just keep running and not look fucking weird and given that there were all manner of creatures in these woods it was probably best not to attract anything to chase him and so with a sigh, which took much more effort than he’d like to admit given the way his lungs were struggling, and a roll of his eyes he moved to where he was in clearer view of the stranger. “Congratulations, you gonna put that on your resume? ‘Can hear non-subtle noises which are a regular volume’.”
xremyisms:
“Super strength and a lack of ways to die unlike your sort. I also bite.” Be it to get out of a hold or whatever, but she opted for fangs over fists. Why not when you had them? She stopped short on the sidewalk, grabbing his forearm to stop him too with fingers curled around skin. His tone struck her the most, but she still was curious. “Sure. What’s the answer?”
“Damn we Merfolk really did get the shitty end of the deal didn’t we?” Couldn’t heal, lived longer but weren’t immortal, had next to no benefits except the whole extra strength thing. Kieran let out an agitated growl and jerked his arm out of her grasp “The answer is yes, you’re that bad or at least you are now. You at the lake? Chill. You after whatever the fuck happy pills you took to forget? Annoying with clearly no concept of personal fucking space and selective hearing since apparently you heard ‘i wanna be alone’ as ‘please continue to walk with me’.”
colinsflynn:
“Was that up to your standards?”
“I don’t even know what that was or what it was supposed to be so I can’t really give you an answer.”
dobhennig:
“I think they’re the most fun to play and my face lends itself to, you know, wanting to be punched - a lot. That’s just the kind of face I have; thank you mum and dad for giving me this. I like doing it, ‘cause I try to be nice in my life, but then when you give me an outlet to be this psychopathic, mad person, that’s amazing. I learned to have a lot of fun with it. Now on ‘The 100’ I’m not so bad, I’m just kind of sarcastic. He’s an asshole for sure, but he’s got a decent set of morals on him.” - Richard Harmon for BBG Issue 12
— What is your problem? — Who knows, I have so many.
Daniel C. L. (via alterated)
Hey Mr. Trailblazer Spare you a joint paper It's strange how the days layer And weigh on you years later 'Cause it don't stop No, it don't end Oh when the seams will start to wearing thin Oh and we'll see if the same thing goes for them Oh and I tried to start caring like you and like them When you said that I was killing myself I've killed everything but my shame
xremyisms:
“I dunno. I just don’t. I try to and it’s like hitting a brick wall. Must have been that bad.” She wasn’t concerned. At least not that much. Things were going so well in the last few days she felt it taboo to be worrying about something she couldn’t recall properly. “Two out of three. I don’t think I’d care to fight you.” Partly a joke there at the end, as she wondered if she was stepping on any toes pursuing the conversation. “Am I really that bad of company?”
Kieran was confused by her nonchalance regarding not being able to recall something that was potentially important, if he were in her place he’d be going mad trying to figure it out. The not knowing causing him more distress than the knowing probably ever could. “I dunno, a fight could be kind of interesting. Your kind have like super strength don’t they?” And the impossibility of death as he was fairly sure you had to have some kind of super special weapon and hit them in just the right spot, given that he had no idea what the specifics were that meant the only way she’d die would be if he accidentally happened upon them. “You sure you want me to answer that?” His voice was cold as he asked the question, not so subtly hinting at the fact that his answer would not be one she wanted to hear.
novialobo:
Novia watched him and there was a tug at her heart in the way he cleared his plate so quickly. Hunger was wicked. She paused a moment with her own plate, and without words placed it beside him before reclaiming hold of her coffee mug. She had plenty more she could offer him before his departure. He had seemed fickle but perhaps she could convince him to take a few containers filled with left over meals. She always cooked too much for one. “Not at all. I’d have to admit German is my worst language. My accent always garnered a few stares.” Just as it did now. She tended to fumble through English pronunciations; too many languages scrambled into her mind. “Interestingly enough German’s roll their ‘R’s’ too except there’s much more power coming from the throat. It a very strange thing to master when you’ve lived a majority of your life speaking Spanish.” She brought the mug to her lips taking a sip and preparing for an anecdote. “I remember one morning waking up in a beautiful woman’s bed. I didn’t remember the night before but apparently her boyfriend had as he broke down the door. It was a mess of me trying to tell him I’d just spent the night. Eventually, my friends rushed in like knights. Apparently, I managed to disappear for three days and had no recollection of it…but that was a different time.”
Kieran eyed her discarded plate curiously, she had barely touched the food, if it had been touched at all, but it’s placement next to him seemed to suggest she wanted him to eat it. “You’re not gonna eat this?” Even the Merman had some manners, though they were more so manners brought from caution. His interest was gained when she spoke of languages, he had great admiration for those who could learn other languages a skill which he lacked. The one time he’d tried to pick up another language it had been woefully unsuccessful, ending in him simply giving up because he knew he’d never go there anyway so there was no point to him learning. “What languages do you speak?” His tone and general attitude unwittingly showed his genuine interest, it was clear that for possibly the first time in this entire conversation he was engaged and enthusiastic. A small smirk played on the man's pale lips showing only the slightest bit of amusement, he was never overly expressive unless he had to be. “I would’ve fought the guy” Kieran admitted with all the nonchalance of a man accustomed to such things instead of the false bravado that a lot of men said such things with.
