Climbing High

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[maxkirin]

“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

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[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

"look at me. just look at me and stay awake. can you do that?"

She blinked wearily. Her eyes remained unfocused, though she turned her face towards the wanderer. What had happened? Did she trigger one of the traps? Who was this stranger. And why was it growing increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. “C’n try…” she slurred quietly, fingers twitching at her side.((Idk, maybe she triggered a trap. Blew a leg off or something. Run with it!))

[ivakir]

@bugger-me-d-e-a-d

Ivakir had an inner struggle. On the one hand she wanted to go away, forget about the reward, which, obviously, she won’t receive for her work (carry the dying girl on her fragile shoulders - it was a hard work!).

A light breeze blew Ivakir’s baggy clothes, on which Cademya’s blood began to cool. She stood as if waiting for some sign, which could help her to decide what to do next. Her gaze fell on a rope, which fluttered in the breeze and looked like a snake. Wasn’t it a sign?

Tightening her belts, Iv grabbed the rope and began to slide downward, not understanding clearly why she was doing it. And when the traveler finally felt the ground under her feet, she came to the conclusion, that not a greed sent her here.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

Bow turned sharply on the merchant, drawing his weapon and notching an arrow, more than prepared to take this woman out if she posed any sort of threat to his friend.

Behind him, the elder and two girls were moving quickly. Already one had pushed a needle into both her own and Cademya’s arm, the narrow tube between red with vibrant blood. The other was bringing forward tools -- an old saw that seemed somewhat charred, as though it’d been sterilized in fire, a crate of strips of faded old fabric, and two pales of water.

“What do you want, woman?” Bow growled, narrowing his eyes at Ivakir, standing protectively between the preparation for surgery and the stranger.

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

☁

It was late and it was absolutely pouring. Bug had just slid into the back seat of the cab whe he noticed a figure standing at the curb with their hood pulled up against the rain. Hesitating for a moment before rolling the window. Lord, he was too nice for his own good sometimes, he thought.

“Hey!” he shouted above the rain. “Hey! You’ll catch your death out there!”

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

She smiled to herself the entire drive back to her apartment, absolutely elated to have made a new friend. The silence in the cab, without Bug there to keep company, was odd and kind of lonely – as weird as it was, she was eager to escape the cab and dart through the rain to the entrance of the lobby. Her own night amounted a shower and a little too much time on the internet, looking at cats while she waited for her hair to dry.

The first time her phone buzzed the next morning she smacked it, intending to snooze the alarm. Unfortunately it was not an alarm, but Bug’s text; in response to his morning greeting he got a lovely: Bbgiwyq

A few moments later her alarm went off and, confused, she sat up. It took a long moment to make sense of what had just happened, but as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and inspected her phone… [½] Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I thought you were my alarm and I just touched the screen without checking! If I’d known it was your text I would have actually respo [2/2]nded properly!

She paused as she sent the frantic message, letting out a slow breath. Em… good morning?

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

Bug snorted a little laugh at the consecutive replies and set down his coffee mug. It was weird that he already felt like they had been friends forever rather than having only met the night before. It was a nice feeling though; in all reality he didn’t have many friends, which he was sure most people wouldn’t believe. Don’t worry about it, seriously. We still on for today though? And you’re sure your boss won’t be too upset with you gor letting me tag along? *for Setting his phone down he glanced at the clock and decided he might as well get dressed.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

By this point she’d managed to meander her way to the kitchen, and while she ignored the buzzing of her phone to chop up a quick fruit salad she was practically bouncing in place to reply. A few near-nicks with the knife and a bowl of cubed fruits later, she was eagerly reading the text. [½]Yes! Unless you don’t want to, I mean. My bosses should be fiiine. It’s volunteer, after all! Em, where did we want to meet? We were grabbing lunch before head [2/2]ing to the shelter, right? You mentioned something about a coffee place near your shop?

She smiled to herself as she stabbed at her morning snack with a fork, glancing out the window of her 14th story apartment and out onto the bustling city below. At least the rain had cleared.

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

A second cup of coffee had been poured when Cade replied, and he took a drink before reading it. Right! That was the plan for the day. Lunch and then off to the shelter. Bug was actually pretty excited about it, maybe he would even find a cat to bring home, he had been thinking about adopting. 

Yeah! It’s a few blocks from my place. I can give you the address and we can meet there, or you can meet me at my place and we can walk.

Bug hit send and finished his coffee before going to finish getting ready. There was an estate sale a few blocks away and he had plans to go see if there was anything he could buy for his shop before he and Cade had lunch. 

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

Please do! I can be there shortly, my taxi wasn’t much further than yours!

She closed her phone and turned her attention back to the fruit. She ate quickly, only choking twice (only) by the time she cleared the bowl. She checked her phone sporadically between dishes and morning hyper and excited about the coming day.

[benjamindewey]

The only job I want more than my current one is being a Doof Warrior. this is all watercolor, done in late 2015

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

TO DOOF OR NOT TO DOOF, THAT IS THE QUESTION.

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

☁

It was late and it was absolutely pouring. Bug had just slid into the back seat of the cab whe he noticed a figure standing at the curb with their hood pulled up against the rain. Hesitating for a moment before rolling the window. Lord, he was too nice for his own good sometimes, he thought.

“Hey!” he shouted above the rain. “Hey! You’ll catch your death out there!”

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

She took his phone carefully, typing in her information in a slow, methodical manner. She handed his phone back a moment later, smiling widely. “This is going to be really fun!” she exclaimed, sighing contently as her eyes drifted towards the window; the curtain of rain obscured much of the view outside. “Funny— in stories, they always use weather like this to mark something incredible. It’s always ‘on a dark and stormy night’ when shit gets real, you know? I’m taking it as a good omen.”

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

Bug hummed as he accepted his phone back. He typed out a quick text to Cade and sent it before tucking his phone back in his pocket. Cade was right about this kind of rain, but he was glad this wasn’t like all those stories. The cab came to a stop and Bug glanced up. “Well, this is me,” he sighed, smiling at his new friend. “See you tomorrow?”

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

“Yea!” she exclaimed, smiling eagerly. “You text me, or I’ll text you… somebody will text somebody! In the morning,” she added with a small, sheepish laugh. Her excitement was getting the better of her. “Have a good night, Bug. I’m really glad to have met you.”

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

“Glad to have net you too!” Bug said with a bright grin. He lead into the front seat and payed for his half of the taxi meter before climbing out of the car and out into the rain. He waved as the cab drove off before heading into his building. Soaked through by now, Bug wanted a nice hot shower and maybe some tea before bed.

In the morning when he woke up, the young Aussie checked his phone and shot Cade a quick text hello then ate some breakfast. Bug was looking forward to today and he hoped it would be as fun as he had built it in his head to be.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

She smiled to herself the entire drive back to her apartment, absolutely elated to have made a new friend. The silence in the cab, without Bug there to keep company, was odd and kind of lonely – as weird as it was, she was eager to escape the cab and dart through the rain to the entrance of the lobby. Her own night amounted a shower and a little too much time on the internet, looking at cats while she waited for her hair to dry.

The first time her phone buzzed the next morning she smacked it, intending to snooze the alarm. Unfortunately it was not an alarm, but Bug’s text; in response to his morning greeting he got a lovely: Bbgiwyq

A few moments later her alarm went off and, confused, she sat up. It took a long moment to make sense of what had just happened, but as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and inspected her phone… [½] Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I thought you were my alarm and I just touched the screen without checking! If I’d known it was your text I would have actually respo [2/2]nded properly!

She paused as she sent the frantic message, letting out a slow breath. Em… good morning?

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

Bug snorted a little laugh at the consecutive replies and set down his coffee mug. It was weird that he already felt like they had been friends forever rather than having only met the night before. It was a nice feeling though; in all reality he didn’t have many friends, which he was sure most people wouldn’t believe. Don’t worry about it, seriously. We still on for today though? And you’re sure your boss won’t be too upset with you gor letting me tag along? *for Setting his phone down he glanced at the clock and decided he might as well get dressed.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

By this point she’d managed to meander her way to the kitchen, and while she ignored the buzzing of her phone to chop up a quick fruit salad she was practically bouncing in place to reply. A few near-nicks with the knife and a bowl of cubed fruits later, she was eagerly reading the text. [1/2]Yes! Unless you don’t want to, I mean. My bosses should be fiiine. It’s volunteer, after all! Em, where did we want to meet? We were grabbing lunch before head [2/2]ing to the shelter, right? You mentioned something about a coffee place near your shop?

She smiled to herself as she stabbed at her morning snack with a fork, glancing out the window of her 14th story apartment and out onto the bustling city below. At least the rain had cleared.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

To all College/Uni students...

It’s exams. Final projects. End of the session. It’s hard, just remember. Stay at it! Work hard! You are shiny and chrome!

Stay motivated! Work hard! Don’t give up and you can overcome!

Most importantly, you are not alone! There are tons of people who are suffering through the same thing, and your anxieties are totally validated. It doesn’t matter if you procrastinated or your profs just gave short deadlines, we’re all in this together!

FUKUSHIMA KAMICRAZY WARBOYSSSS (and girls)!

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

"look at me. just look at me and stay awake. can you do that?"

She blinked wearily. Her eyes remained unfocused, though she turned her face towards the wanderer. What had happened? Did she trigger one of the traps? Who was this stranger. And why was it growing increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. “C’n try…” she slurred quietly, fingers twitching at her side.((Idk, maybe she triggered a trap. Blew a leg off or something. Run with it!))

[ivakir]

@bugger-me-d-e-a-d

Iv looked down at her feet and continued to mumble an apology, like crazy, not really knowing where to go. It seemed, that the world became her personal hell - she had to carry the wounded girl on her shoulders and feel the pangs of conscience. And it will never end.

However, when she heard a shout from somewhere above, Ivakir stopped her apologetic mantra and raised her head. If there was an enemy, then Iv would have had difficulties. Fortunately, the man, who quickly came to them, was not the enemy, but probably Cademya’s friend.

At some point Iv thought, that she will be executed by Cademya’s family. She clearly didn’t want to end this day and her life like this. Although, if you think about it, Ivakir fully deserved the death penalty for what she was trying to do just a moment ago.

Iv with obvious suspicion and hostility glanced at the young man, but still gently, as if she had a treasure on her shoulders, put Cademya on the ground. Finally, it felt nice to shift such a burden on someone else. - She still needs help, - Iv said, pointing at girl’s wounded leg.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

“Yea, I noticed,” Bow resentfully spat as he took Cademya into his arms, trying to hide the fear he felt for his long-time friend from his voice and body language. The injured girl reached up, placing her hand against Bug’s cheek and hushing him quietly, murmuring something about manners, and being nice. It was hard to understand exactly what she said, and it worried him greatly. Without another word, he turned his back on the merchant and began moving towards the lip of the canyon, moving deftly over the shifting sands. 

He didn’t stop to make sure Iv wasn’t following, though he no doubt would easily put great distance between them with his long stride and sure footedness, and only paused when they finally stood at the edge of the canyon. With a gentleness that seemed unnatural to his rough, aggressive demeanour he placed Cademya down on the firmer stone. His hands worked quickly with a rope, which had been loosely looped around a rock, looping a quick harness out of it and slipping into it before taking up the burden of his injured again. He turned, back facing the gaping maw of the earth, and glared at Iv’s silhouette once more before jumping back down and over the edge with Cademya firmly grasped in her arms.

[ivakir]

Iv was watching for some time, how the man took Cademya … somewhere. Probably, their tribe or somewhere else. And Ivakir had a strange feeling, that she was forgotten.

You are so nice, but you have shitty friends. You could even say thank you.

The traveler was about to go, but then she remembered about the reward. These both, they really were going to be so ungrateful and don’t pay her?

But also there was another question - how Ivakir could thinking about a reward, when she almost killed the poor girl?

The traveler quickly went after the man, but he almost disappeared from her sight. - And where is my reward? - Iv loudly shouted, folding her hands near the mouth. Her indignant cry scared even the crows, which were sitting nearby on a dead tree.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

Bow lowered himself easily on the rope, ignoring the shouting merchant as the birds took to the sky. Right now, his primary focus was Cademya -- and she didn’t seem nearly so responsive anymore.

“How about your life!” he called back up before entirely vanishing into one of the many caves in the cliff-face, swinging in and quickly setting Cademya down. The elder and two young women who had been in the cave rushed over with sounds of distress and concern, assessing their “sister’s” condition. Soon the elder was barking orders, instructing the younger women to gather supplies as he began twisting a tourniquet around the upper thigh of the damaged leg -- he recognized that there was no saving the limb, at this point, and Bow found himself unable to do anything other than glare furiously towards the entrance of the cave... 

Not realizing he’d left one of the ropes up there, loose, should the “crazy merchant lady” actually try to get herself down for the reward she was so determined to obtain.

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

☁

It was late and it was absolutely pouring. Bug had just slid into the back seat of the cab whe he noticed a figure standing at the curb with their hood pulled up against the rain. Hesitating for a moment before rolling the window. Lord, he was too nice for his own good sometimes, he thought.

“Hey!” he shouted above the rain. “Hey! You’ll catch your death out there!”

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

She took his phone carefully, typing in her information in a slow, methodical manner. She handed his phone back a moment later, smiling widely. “This is going to be really fun!” she exclaimed, sighing contently as her eyes drifted towards the window; the curtain of rain obscured much of the view outside. “Funny— in stories, they always use weather like this to mark something incredible. It’s always ‘on a dark and stormy night’ when shit gets real, you know? I’m taking it as a good omen.”

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

Bug hummed as he accepted his phone back. He typed out a quick text to Cade and sent it before tucking his phone back in his pocket. Cade was right about this kind of rain, but he was glad this wasn’t like all those stories. The cab came to a stop and Bug glanced up. “Well, this is me,” he sighed, smiling at his new friend. “See you tomorrow?”

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

“Yea!” she exclaimed, smiling eagerly. “You text me, or I’ll text you… somebody will text somebody! In the morning,” she added with a small, sheepish laugh. Her excitement was getting the better of her. “Have a good night, Bug. I’m really glad to have met you.”

[montgomery-flynn-deactivated201]

“Glad to have net you too!” Bug said with a bright grin. He lead into the front seat and payed for his half of the taxi meter before climbing out of the car and out into the rain. He waved as the cab drove off before heading into his building. Soaked through by now, Bug wanted a nice hot shower and maybe some tea before bed.

In the morning when he woke up, the young Aussie checked his phone and shot Cade a quick text hello then ate some breakfast. Bug was looking forward to today and he hoped it would be as fun as he had built it in his head to be.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

She smiled to herself the entire drive back to her apartment, absolutely elated to have made a new friend. The silence in the cab, without Bug there to keep company, was odd and kind of lonely -- as weird as it was, she was eager to escape the cab and dart through the rain to the entrance of the lobby. Her own night amounted a shower and a little too much time on the internet, looking at cats while she waited for her hair to dry.

The first time her phone buzzed the next morning she smacked it, intending to snooze the alarm. Unfortunately it was not an alarm, but Bug’s text; in response to his morning greeting he got a lovely: Bbgiwyq

A few moments later her alarm went off and, confused, she sat up. It took a long moment to make sense of what had just happened, but as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and inspected her phone... [1/2] Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I thought you were my alarm and I just touched the screen without checking! If I’d known it was your text I would have actually respo [2/2]nded properly!

She paused as she sent the frantic message, letting out a slow breath. Em... good morning?

[diane-truc]

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

So I was thinking about this entire scene, where Slit tries to take Nux’s wheel and drive. The first time I watched it, I thought “Haha he headbutted his bro” the second time I thought “Wow Slut you rude, stealing Nux’s shit” and now I’m thinking... how scared Nux must have been when he saw Slit walking by with his wheel. 

Warboys are terrified of going out soft. We know from the scene with Capable that even Nux knows he doesn’t have much time left. So when Slit walks by with his wheel, and he’s sitting there weak and getting the blood transfusion he needs, “going out soft” is probably among the first thoughts in his head. Being replaceable. And for a warboy, I imagine that’s a really scary thought. I mean think about it, it’s like the only scene we see where Nux actually gets angry. Sure he gets passionate (the storm, the final crash, etc) but we don’t see him at any other point shouting or lashing out.

Just a thought.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

"look at me. just look at me and stay awake. can you do that?"

She blinked wearily. Her eyes remained unfocused, though she turned her face towards the wanderer. What had happened? Did she trigger one of the traps? Who was this stranger. And why was it growing increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. “C’n try…” she slurred quietly, fingers twitching at her side.((Idk, maybe she triggered a trap. Blew a leg off or something. Run with it!))

[ivakir]

@bugger-me-d-e-a-d

Iv looked down at her feet and continued to mumble an apology, like crazy, not really knowing where to go. It seemed, that the world became her personal hell - she had to carry the wounded girl on her shoulders and feel the pangs of conscience. And it will never end.

However, when she heard a shout from somewhere above, Ivakir stopped her apologetic mantra and raised her head. If there was an enemy, then Iv would have had difficulties. Fortunately, the man, who quickly came to them, was not the enemy, but probably Cademya’s friend.

At some point Iv thought, that she will be executed by Cademya’s family. She clearly didn’t want to end this day and her life like this. Although, if you think about it, Ivakir fully deserved the death penalty for what she was trying to do just a moment ago.

Iv with obvious suspicion and hostility glanced at the young man, but still gently, as if she had a treasure on her shoulders, put Cademya on the ground. Finally, it felt nice to shift such a burden on someone else. - She still needs help, - Iv said, pointing at girl’s wounded leg.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

“Yea, I noticed,” Bow resentfully spat as he took Cademya into his arms, trying to hide the fear he felt for his long-time friend from his voice and body language. The injured girl reached up, placing her hand against Bug’s cheek and hushing him quietly, murmuring something about manners, and being nice. It was hard to understand exactly what she said, and it worried him greatly. Without another word, he turned his back on the merchant and began moving towards the lip of the canyon, moving deftly over the shifting sands. 

He didn’t stop to make sure Iv wasn’t following, though he no doubt would easily put great distance between them with his long stride and sure footedness, and only paused when they finally stood at the edge of the canyon. With a gentleness that seemed unnatural to his rough, aggressive demeanour he placed Cademya down on the firmer stone. His hands worked quickly with a rope, which had been loosely looped around a rock, looping a quick harness out of it and slipping into it before taking up the burden of his injured again. He turned, back facing the gaping maw of the earth, and glared at Iv’s silhouette once more before jumping back down and over the edge with Cademya firmly grasped in her arms.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

"look at me. just look at me and stay awake. can you do that?"

She blinked wearily. Her eyes remained unfocused, though she turned her face towards the wanderer. What had happened? Did she trigger one of the traps? Who was this stranger. And why was it growing increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. “C’n try…” she slurred quietly, fingers twitching at her side.((Idk, maybe she triggered a trap. Blew a leg off or something. Run with it!))

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

Cademya’s eyes had begun to dip closed, her head resting limply against Iv’s shoulder. Blood oozed through the makeshift bandages and splattered into the sand behind them, leaving dark, thick clumps of moist earth; at this rate, she was going to go into hemorrhagic shock. That would be very, very bad. Every so often the small but well muscled Rocklizard would force her eyes open, fluttering slightly in a dizzying array of dark-light-dark-sun-dark-sand-dark-sky. That in itself was nauseating, but the more blood she lost the colder she felt, the worse she felt about everything in general – and just the thought of the state of her leg was enough to make her want to wretch. But at least it didn’t hurt anymore. Wait, wasn’t that a bad sign? “Mmm,” she mumbled a drawn, muffled response. She sounded exhausted, whatever words she was trying to say were incomprehensible. Blood loss. Bad. Home… her ‘family’ would be able to help her. Only them.

[ivakir]

Stop. The girl won’t survive. Kill her right there and stop torturing yourself and her.

And Ivakir really stopped, obeying her inner voice, which wasn’t the voice of reason. In the current situation she should hurry, but Iv lowered the girl down and touched her forehead. 

The canyon was so close … Where was her family?

What Ivakir was going to do, it was a necessary measure. She could leave Cademya to die, but it was too cruel. Most present evil was not what she was going to do, but make the poor girl suffer, when she was one foot in the grave.

“What a pity. She is so beautiful,” - Iv thought, running a hand through girl’s hair. The traveler pulled out of its sheath the sword and ran her hand over almost rusted blade. Not even a sword, but a piece of metal. How many people she saved with this “sword” from the torment. But send a half-dead person walking under the stars wasn’t a murder. It was a noble deed, and for the dying one - the liberation. No more torture, no more pain…

- Please, forgive me. But nothing happened. Ivakir clenched her teeth, tightly grasping the handle of the sword. No. There still was a hope. She picked up the girl and again moved on, muttering apologies.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

Her breathing was slightly laboured and it seemed to strain the dark girl as she was lowered to the ground. What was going on? Her head leaned into the touch, eyes closing slightly. Her lips curved into a smile as a hand ran through her hair... what a nice feeling. So comfortable, it made her kind of sleepy... She tried to help despite her heavy limbs as she was hauled up again. “Y’don’ need to apologize...”

“Cade-- Cademya!” A male voice echoed from over the lip of the canyon. Twilight was setting in and people had started to worry. It was Cademya’s night to take care of the kids, and entirely unlike her to not show up for duty. Bow had just been climbing up, expecting to see a lone figure approaching the canyon -- not the silhouette of Ivakir carrying Cademya on her back. He came running towards the pair, frantic with concern and confusion. By the time he reached the pair he had a make-shift dagger in hand, made from a jagged shard of rock, and was eying the small merchant with a dangerous glare.  “Put her down. What happened? Cade, you gotta-- oh no, what did you do Cade?” he was at his delirious friend’s side, inspecting the damage to her leg.

“Hey Bow,” she murmured quietly. “I’m late, sorry... got a little... em... caught up in a trap... Are the kids okay?” “Yea, yea the kids are fine you idiot...” he was more talking to herself than her, trying to forcibly pull his friend into his own arms.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

"look at me. just look at me and stay awake. can you do that?"

She blinked wearily. Her eyes remained unfocused, though she turned her face towards the wanderer. What had happened? Did she trigger one of the traps? Who was this stranger. And why was it growing increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. “C’n try…” she slurred quietly, fingers twitching at her side.((Idk, maybe she triggered a trap. Blew a leg off or something. Run with it!))

[ivakir]

@bugger-me-d-e-a-d

Iv would have said, that she was pleased to meet her, but now was clearly not a situation for exchanging courtesies. At first it was neccessary to carry the girl to a safe place. And, of course, take a pay for the services after that. “So what?” - shameless Ivakir will ask you with a sincere surprise, noticing your scowling look. Certainly, you needed to receive benefits from everything. Even from almost dying girl on her shoulders.

Ivakir slowly began to move toward the canyon, holding a girl on her fragile shoulders. She was too heavy for the thin trader, so Iv had to stop several times to make the break. And also bypass the traps that came across on the way.

Iv again stopped to rest, and looked to where she picked up a girl. Noticing, that she moved not so far away, Iv groaned in frustration and moved on.

- Hey, are you still alive? - Iv lightly patted the girl. - Talk to me.

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

Cademya’s eyes had begun to dip closed, her head resting limply against Iv’s shoulder. Blood oozed through the makeshift bandages and splattered into the sand behind them, leaving dark, thick clumps of moist earth; at this rate, she was going to go into hemorrhagic shock. That would be very, very bad. Every so often the small but well muscled Rocklizard would force her eyes open, fluttering slightly in a dizzying array of dark-light-dark-sun-dark-sand-dark-sky. That in itself was nauseating, but the more blood she lost the colder she felt, the worse she felt about everything in general -- and just the thought of the state of her leg was enough to make her want to wretch. But at least it didn’t hurt anymore. Wait, wasn’t that a bad sign? “Mmm,” she mumbled a drawn, muffled response. She sounded exhausted, whatever words she was trying to say were incomprehensible. Blood loss. Bad. Home... her ‘family’ would be able to help her. Only them.

[just-for-grins]

TLC is a very strange channel… 

u forgot the most important one 

[spawkward]

The Learning Channel

[computestar-deactivated20210915]

is america okay

[phantomkinoc13]

No

[drinkpisspissblood]

im the rat lady

[stunninconan]

sex sent me to the ER is my fave

[scandinavianindian]

tag yourself im mermaid guy

[hardyfanatic]

[incredisturbeepy]

ummm it only just occurred to me that max was watching furiosa’s reunion with the Vuvalini pretty intently and he would’ve seen the forehead touch and been able to interpret what it meant pretty easily given the circumstances and maybe this is him telling furiosa of his affection for her in the only way she remembers (i’ve only been scratching my head over this particular forehead touch for months) sigh i hate them so much max x furiosa mad max fury road (via ecouter-bien)

[fuckyeahisawthat]

#Mmfr#fury road#BEWITCHED UGLY SOBBING#HE WATCHED HER REUNION WITH HER FAMILY#THE THING HE CAN NEVER HAVE#HE CAN NEVER SAY ‘i love you’ TO HIS FAMILY AGAIN#BUT SHE COULD#SHE SAID IT LIKE THIS#SHE HAS BECOME HIS NEW FAMILY#SO HE SAYS ‘i love you’ TO HER#IN THE NEW WAY HE HAS LEARNED TO SPEAK IT#KEEP YOUR STAR WARS IM STILL DYING IN THE WASTELAND (bassfanimation)

By all means, continue to pour on the tag feels, you guys.

[madmaxplanet]

I’m just gonna open a whole new bag of feels and wish all of you luck in handling it…

Max and Jessie used to touch foreheads. Good luck.

[bassfanimation]

This post should come with a warning.  “May cause irreversible heartbreak.”

[weareadventurers]

ROLL YOUR CLASS

Roll 1d100, adventurers. (It’s entirely possible to end up with “adventurer”).

[neenernina]

Enter D100 

I got Beast Rider…

Hmm…

[atreyu-tari]

Corsair…hmmmm

[fhylie]

20: Warlord. Heck yeah support job!

[songofsunset]

wELL, I CAN IN FACT CONFIRM THAT IT IS POSSIBLE TO GET ADVENTURER

[bugger-me-d-e-a-d]

I got 76. Dreamwalker. COOL.

[notapaladin]

Reblog if it's okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs

Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Powdered Donuts

I’m just going to leave these here…