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yes, hi, hi; i’m sorry, i’ve been preoccupied with other blogs the last few days -- but TOMORROW, replies will be thrown out and i’ll do starters for those who would like them.

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪ·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴀʀs ( POSTS. OOC ! )#( that is a promise !! )

michonne

damagedsovl

The Walking Dead - From Page To Screen Rick meets Morgan and Duane. Episode: 1x01 | Issue: #1

#█ ❛ ♔ ┇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss sᴜᴄʜ ᴇᴠɪʟ ( CHILD!DUANE JONES ! )#█ ❛ ♔ ┇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ / ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ( MORGAN JONES ! )#█ ❛ ♔ ┇ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ᴏɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴇ / ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴏᴄ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ ( RICK GRIMES ! )#( this is officially my fave thing ok )

CLARK, NICK.

damagedsovl.

❛ outta date TOOTHPASTE —- reckon we can eat it? ❜ the sad part was the absence of HUMOR in his tone. as half rolled tube is rotated ‘twixt thumb and forefinger. ❛ it’s spearmint flavor, for FRESH BREATH, ❜ he reads, tone picked up slightly as he wandered back out of the bathroom.

light footsteps guide him about the VACANT structure; tattered wallpaper CLING to the walls, LONGED EXPOSURE and water damage making a MOCKERY of what they once were. there was some evidence that this was once a PROUD HOME. but now it’s a mere SHELL of what it USED TO BE. ( much like himself ). strong hands search HOPEFULLY, opening drawers and swinging doors for anything of use, while his ACCOMPLICE attempts to do a similar feat -- oh how he HOPES he’s doing much better than him.

( SPEAK OF THE DEVIL !! duane headed towards the voice of the familiar, easy and STEADY, always on the READY. the aforementioned TOOTHPASTE caught his eye, dancing between the male’s digits. an eyebrow raised, and from deep within his chest a seemingly easy laugh was soon released. ❛ you could benefit MORE FROM IT than i could, buddy. ❜ a CHILDISH smile rests comfortably on his chapped lips,

#addictdead #( oh god. no this is great! )#( i do like the idea of nick and duane banding together tbh )#( i think it could be super interesting )#( it's totally fine whatever we do tho )#▌ ❛ ╳ : ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ( WRITING. DIALOGUE ! )#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ( VERSES. THE WALKING DEAD ! )

tempstary

the purpose of life is not to just be happy. the purpose of life my love, is to FEEL. you must u n d e r s t a n d that your pain, is ESSENTIAL.

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ·ᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ( POSTS. PROMOTIONS ! )#( b aBE )#( i'll be back and forth tonight! )#( replies will be posted on duane tho so look out for those! )

i’m totally gonna bring back my roma, because i miss her sooo much tbh. then i’ll be on here to do things c:

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪ·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴀʀs ( POSTS. OOC ! )#( roma from the 100 ; )#( for those wondering )#( completely underrated delinquent lady who could have had it all )#( but got speared to a tree helping bellamy and co look for octavia )#( yep. my little babe. )

just when i get on, a friend insists i go bowling. i might be back later ??? chances are i won’t if she has any say it in. if that’s the case then i won’t be here till sunday. see ya then !!

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪ·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴀʀs ( POSTS. OOC ! )#( i plan on getting super drunk tonight and saturday night )#( weekend bender tbh )#( i'll be lurking on mobile tho )

❛ i’m not trying to be DIFFICULT, i’m just trying to COME UP WITH A SOLUTION that will GUARANTEE our survival at the end of the day. ❜

#( / throws this into the world )#( i'm not even going to bother putting this in the tags tbh )#▌ ❛ ╳ : ᴊᴜᴍᴘ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ ( WRITING. OPEN ! )#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ( VERSES. THE WALKING DEAD ! )#▌ ❛ ╳ : sʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ / sᴏ sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ( ARC. RULE!63 ! )

GREENE, BETH.

damagedsovl survived the apocalypse.

She’s tryin’ to be REAL QUIET, as quiet as possible, to be safe… It’s her first real run, being allowed to stretch her legs, and get her hands on the stuff SHE wants from the store they’ve been raiding…

And then something clatters around the corner.

Beth fumbles, but only a little, as she grabs for her machete at her hip, biting her cheek to keep any sounds of FEAR at bay. Instead, she begins a careful w a l k, creeping to find whatever might be there… It’s too risky to call for help just yet…

before the END OF THE WORLD, before the dead started to FEAST ON THE LIVING, duane wasn’t exactly light on his feet -- his mother used to describe it as a ( HERD OF ELEPHANTS ) attempting ballet; his footwork was THAT BAD. to be fair, he had no reason to be silent, had no need for it ---- now, if he wasn’t as ELEGANT on his feet, he could attract DEADLY ATTENTION. attention no living person would want. it was a taught skill he put to good use when scavenging for supplies, trying to get from one building to another without RAISING AN ALARMS, and the male was fairly good at it. however, today was not his day.

as he walks QUIETLY around the back of the APPARENT vacant store, successfully attempting to DODGE fallen shelves and SCATTERED tins, he swings the RELATIVELY FULL rucksack in his hand around for it to REST on his shoulder; when ALL OF A SUDDEN ---- crash, CRASH... B A N G !! duane FREEZES momentarily on the spot, broad shoulders raising upwards as his eyes squeeze shut in REALIZATION of what he just did. ❛ -------------------- DAMMIT !! ❜

---- just what he needed, him ringing the DINNER BELL for any walker in the store. a meaty hand reaches for the axe he left seated on the counter prior, awaiting in ANTICIPATION for what was to come through the doorway ---- whether it be DEATH, or VOID OF LIFE.

#whenimgxne #( oh gosh to me ?? no. oh gosh to you!! )#( thank you for this lovely! )#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ( VERSES. THE WALKING DEAD ! )#▌ ❛ ╳ : ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ( WRITING. DIALOGUE ! )

damagedsovl

there will be days, days when you can feel exactly how B R E A K A B L E your bones are and they will RING HOLLOW with every step. you won’t feel like an ECHO OF ANCIENT STARS, though you are. and you won’t feel like A MIRACLE OF ANY SHAPE, though you are many. no, those days you’ll feel like a ( GODDAMN ATROCITY ). but there will also be days, days that will SOAK LIKE SUNLIGHT into your HOLLOW BONES and show them that they are hollow yes, but NOT EMPTY. but to be so light there will come days, my love when you feel ENDLESSLY CELESTIAL.

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ·ᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ( POSTS. PROMOTIONS ! )#( bringing this back ; )#( a gain !! )

deanskitchen

#█ ❛ ♔ ┇ ʀᴀɢᴇ / ʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ( DUANE JONES ! )#( he's such a handsome man omf )

i’ve done nothing but play until dawn for most of the day, and i regret absolutely nothing. b UT i’m gonna get on to replies and shit now, ya know, try to be professional.

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪ·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴀʀs ( POSTS. OOC ! )#( kinda obsessed with this game tbh )#( and it never gets boring!! )#( still in pain like )#( but definitely not as bad as before thank fUCK )

i’m just casually dying on this end. i just want to curl up into a ball, and hide in a corner omfg

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪ·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴀʀs ( POSTS. OOC ! )#( being female hurts )#( i just wanna cry oMG )

if i don’t head off to bed now, chances are i’ll be up the entire night. which is a sUPER BAD IDEA. maybe i’ll be on tomorrow, maybe not. it depends if i’m wanted in the outside world. night!!

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ɪ·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴀʀs ( POSTS. OOC ! )#( i'm getting super emotional over acoustic covers ; )#( which is an indicator that i need sleep )#( so night!! )

mitchellwrites

deathless ♚ sentence meme

damagedsovl

indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

#▌ ❛ ╳ : ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ( POSTS. MEME ! )

MARS, RAIN.

There’s another small giggle at that, and soon she’s taking the toy from his hands. “It’s not just cheating, that ruins the fun.” She has spent some quality time with a rubix cube in the past, generally due to boredom. And while she hasn’t mastered the art of getting every single side to match, she falls silent, and within a minute or so, she’s gotten at least one side to match up. “Check that out.” She’ll say, bright smile as she shows off the matching orange squares to him.

❛ if it means I WIN, i’ll gladly take the fun out of it. ❜ that sentence wasn’t ENTIRELY TRUE -- duane never really cared for WINNING; if he won, he won. if he didn’t, it never sent a SHIVER down his spine, so it didn’t bother him. his eyes watch her fingers carefully, watch her SUCCESSFULLY MATCH one side with SUCH EASE. duane’s face soon contorted into a look of DISBELIEF ---- how the hell did she manage that. ❛ okay, how’d you do that ?? tell me all your SECRETS. ❜