SELFISH.

and she LAUGHED in the face of death ; taking all life and all suffering as a JOKE, for laughing in the face of the reaper was the only thing keeping her from HURLING herself into his cold embrace.

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#1 fox stan:

@contritums said ; “ you’re a grown man, sammy. strong like an oak. ”

           ‘ like a tree ? not––– not really. fox probably is, though. tall as one at least. ’

‘ --- --- then you’re a little tree. a sapling! but you’re still a tree. which means? you’re strong. ----- ----- fox’s your best friend? ’

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hoe death:

           ‘ –– – you’re NOT. and i don’t know how you can’t expect to be. i wasn’t the one who left you. ’

‘ --- ---- you really think i LEFT you? ’

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done w lydia’s shit:

           ‘ –– – what do you want from me, lydia ? ’

‘ i want you to admit to me that i’ve been replaced --- --- i don’t need an apology for it. just look me in the eye and tell me i’m not as important to you as i used to be. ’

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[ laugh track here ]:

      ‘ —— - did you hear about the shoe factory that burnt down? two hundred soles were lost!! ‘

‘ you’re getting  c l o s e r.  i almost laughed at your terrible, awful joke. next? ’

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hoe death:

             ‘ you know what, lydia ? i’m TIRED of being painted the villain when i haven’t even done anything ! i didn’t pry into your personal life and suddenly i’m the asshole, right ? i didn’t ask about richard because i didn’t think you’d WANT me to. not because i didn’t care ! do you realise what a fuckin’ risk i was taking just bringing you along with me, huh ? for all i knew you could’ve been on his side. and as for the rest of it, –– fuck you ! i didn’t abandon you, lydia. i’m still here, aren’t i ? only thing that’s changed, only thing i’ve done–– is fucking someone who wasn’t you. ’

‘ no, you’re the ASSHOLE because you didn’t ask. prying is when you pressure --- never, ever, did i get a chance to cope, because god forbid not everyone bottles things up like you! what, was i supposed to just start spouting off about how i saw my family raped and murdered while i watched? should i give you fun anecdotes about how i had to sell myself to every person i met to keep a gun away from my head and food in my stomach? maybe i could write a book on waking up to find out my little sister had committed suicide! i never got the chance to EVER talk about what happened to me because i was so FUCKING concerned about making you uncomfortable. i lived my entire life the way you dictated it because you wanted some psycho vigilante mission that would never, ever, ever work! --------- you seriously, honestly think this is because of some petty crush that i had? you can go and spread the wealth wherever you fucking please, odette: i’m not your mother, no matter how many times i’ve sat there, making sure you don’t choke to death after drinking yourself silly or listened to you bitch and moan and complain about every last fucking thing under the sun and supported you in spite of it. ’

[ulciiscor]

              ‘ well, you’re not getting shit – ‘cause i’ve got NOTHING to apologise for, lydia ! did you seriously come here looking for a fight ? ’

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‘ nothing to apologise for? how about abandoning your supposed best friend? but you know what ---- nevermind. because i’m not your friend. i haven’t been for a while now. and i never will be again! --- --- so there you go again, odette, congrats. losing someone else you love. because that is most definitely your specialty. or ... can i not say that? since that’s like a swear to you ---- the whole LOVE thing. which is really shocking for someone who’s fawning over a new guy every month. but you know what? your inevitable heartbreak? none of my business. just remember that i? never skipped town and left you behind ----- at least, not yet. ’

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the gay burier:

          ‘ you were the one who wanted to talk. so –– – talk. ’

‘ ---- ---- so NO. you don’t. and i have absolutely nothing to say to you until i get an apology, ivers. but that’s kind of foreign to you, right? “ i’m sorry! ” --- --- have you ever said that in your life? ’

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not funny:

          ‘ you’d strip for a good joke? MAN, i really do love this town, already. okay, so, you wanted to hear a joke about ghost? —– THAT’S the SPIRIT!! ‘

‘ --- --- CLEVER! but no laugh. i’ll give you three chances to get more food in your mouth, my top off, whatever’s behind door number three --- --- winner’s choice, i’m charitable today. you got any more jokes? ’

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heterosexual:

        ‘ ––––––– about what ? ’

‘ about ... everything. fuck, i don’t know, odette! but the last time we spoke we ... LOOK --- do you have anything to say to me? ’

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@ulciiscor

‘ we should .... probably talk. ’ 

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not a meninist:

       ‘ hey now, HOLD UP —— i’m far from mister sexism. in fact, i do believe in everything that stands against the whole go make me a sandwich mentality ; unless you actually feel like making me sandwich, then i wouldn’t decline that offer, kind of fed up with the usual crap they serve here, actually. mister universe? that’s one title i will accept. i mean, is my happy face NOT working on you? ——, do you want to hear a joke about ghosts? ‘

‘ ---- ----- sure, go ahead. i’ll ... make up for the lack of sandwich however you please if you manage to make me crack a smile in our trying times. water bottle, ration cards, strip tease, assassination ... whatever ’

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meninist:

           ‘ yeah ; i didn’t say that, either. just that i personally am convinced that it’s not me you should be angry at. ‘cause, unless you hate all men – - which is sexist, to me, at least, you barely even know what i was planning. not your murder, by the way. ‘

‘ alright: so go ahead, mister sexism --- --- tell me everything, all the non murder-y details. see if you can cheer me up. ’

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MENINIST:

‘ well, i’d be sure to lend you mine. she doesn’t seem to want much to do with me these days anyways.— you don’t have anyone holding you here ? if not a lady friend, for what reason have you stayed ? — i guess you could say that. she’s someone i’ve known for a long time. ’

‘ take a step back there, walmart romeo. your not-so-girlfriend isn’t a cd. keep her --- --- mostly because you can’t lend her out. and i’m holding myself here. all and any death wishes? on my terms. not the zombies’. ’

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SUPER SPY:

       ‘ oh, okay, i get it. the problem goes a little deeper, doesn’t it. since i’ve been talking to you for HOW LONG now? ten seconds? so, who pissed in your cereal this beautiful morning, grumpy the dwarf? ‘

‘ look --- --- i’m sorry that i’m not acting like a disney princess, but it’s been a rough week, month, year, decade, you get the gist. life isn’t grand just because the sun is shining, your royal highness. ’

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KAI:

‘ yeah, a lady friend ; not that it’s a big deal.—safety’s overrated until you’ve been in the middle of nowhere for five years with no where to call home except the occasional tree. ’

‘ i wish i had a lady friend motivating me to stay --- --- not that i’m out to steal yours or anything, but --- come on. staying in this shit hole for anything but personal gain? you must really have the hots for her.  ’

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KAI:

‘ –– i’m stickin’ around for someone else’s sake. & honestly, this is about the safest place i’ve been during the apocalypse ; so about as shitty as it can be, i’ve learned to call it home ….. ’

‘ what? lady friend? man friend? --- --- safety’s kind of overrated, buddy. whatever happened to having a good old fashioned death with? ’

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JAMIE:

     ‘ —– anger issues? ‘

‘ --- --- more like YOU issues. remind me again why it involves you at all? ’