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[deadwclking]

moved to HERE !

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moved to HERE !

[deadwclking]

moved to HERE !

[tolead]

                  PREV. DEADWCLKING. // WRITTEN BY HANNAH.

[downluck-deactivated20170310]

                                                                   i’m gonna kill you.                                       what? i didn’t quite catch that, you’re gonna have to speak up.                                                  not today, not tomorrow, but i’m gonna kill you.

[deadwclking]

GUESS WHO’S REVAMPING. that’s right, i’m hopping on the bandwagon and gunna kick start this blog up again sometime in the next week or two — i’m currently getting ready for my move to london but once i’m settled i’m planning on getting active on here again !

this is probably going to be a completely fresh start — new blog, new url ( potentially ), new threads. once everything’s set up i’ll let y’all know bc i’ve missed my murder dad a lot. 

for now, catch me over HERE bc george is still my priority, and while i’m moving i need an easy muse. hopefully i’ll be back to revamp v soon !

[deadwclking]

spencer monroe: aquarius / chaotic good / blue / type 6: the loyalist / hufflepuff

                                               SECRET SANTA for @gutspilt !

[deadwclking]

i made rick on a whim at the beginning of october and it was one of the best impulse decisions i’ve ever made. i’ve never felt so welcomed into a new fandom; everyone has been incredibly kind and supportive getting this blog off the ground, and stuck with me during the busy periods i haven’t been able to get online. it really means a lot, and i’m thankful for each and every one of you that hit that follow button - whether you’ve been following for 5 minutes or since this blog’s conception. seriously: thank you. 

TEAM FAMILY: my sun and stars; blogs i will adore until the end of time:

@barbavior / @reidnius, @bcstshot / @jxzabel, @hclywcrs, @wroughtwar, @apexprcdatcr, @worldsaflame, @exubiytsa, @nonaziharlot / @sheredemption, @redneckrobinhood, @stillcominback, @crownedvaliant / @madelethal, @leurlumiere, @klllerwithin, @servinglies, @sheriffed / @riddarii, @wildtypc / @logicproud, @humaneheart​, @royalgary​

HONOURABLE MENTIONS: people i stalk from afar or speak to occasionally / wish to interact with more:

@0000000000011, @abeautiifulmess, @afewmistakes, @aintnonebetter, @alittlefcith / @strongminded, @alleyspat, @amademonster / @nocombat, @analyticallyminded, @antagxnized / @anxlgesic / all your other blogs, @averagearcher, @barbedking, @benjcmiin, @bloodiedblade, @ceiliuir, @chamblcr, @collere, @criedhard, @crossborn, @dibsisdibs, @dokkstjarna, @dcntopen, @ensavaged, @gammamade, @garmrr, @gcdsfavorite, @godcoded, @gothurt, @gutspilt, @hardchoices, @heydumbcss, @iincendiu, @impxvidus, @inurest, @jcstafriend, @jcsus, @jeffgriimes, @jssenid, @kcptbreathing, @keepingalist / @touncover, @keepliviing, @kidgrimcs, @laidre, @madegalaxy, @mercying, @mightybigpill, @moranument, @namedbucky, @nextwcrld, @nobodiesgovernor, @peletiier, @rotstuff, @ruinedmission, @showmaxter, @sordidpride, @unscathcd, @vnderoos, @worthdyiing

i know for a fact i’ve missed blogs out - this list is entirely off the top of my head, and as it’s gone 2am i’m not thinking too straight. but i wanted to get this up before i sleep, as i won’t be around now until 2017 - i’ll be back sometime in the first week hopefully with a full revamp and lots of muse!

i hope you all have a good holiday wherever you are, and a brilliant new year! stay safe, look after yourselves, and once again, thank you for following my painfully slow ass because it means everything to me. ♡

[deadwclking]

                              someday this pain will be USEFUL.

[deadwclking]

still here! thank you so much to everyone who sent in a birthday message, know they were all appreciated the heck out of, and i’ll be answering them privately bc i don’t want to clog up the dash ( especially now it’s way past the day ). 

for now, i’m going to do what i should have done at the beginning of the month, and put rick on HIATUS until the new year. i’ve been spending a lot of time with family/friends recently, and also giving myself a break from writing/tumblr, which has been a breath of fresh air i’ve needed. 

during the time off i get i’m planning on a complete revamp of this blog - new theme/rules/pages, including a verses page which i’m dying to get up as i have lots of other fandom verses in the works that i need to write down. until then, i’ll be around sparsely on skype/im’s whenever i have a free moment, and maybe checking up on this dash every now and again.

i’ll be online tomorrow to queue up some christmas things for my secret santa - have a wonderful holiday, and i’ll see you all very soon ♡

[deadwclking]

HAPPY BIRTHING DAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

I APPRECIATE IT YOU FUCKIN’ PIECE OF PIZZA ! ♡

[deadwclking]

servinglies:

                 ❛  just like you did with everybody else, rick.  ❜  merlin’s voice is on the opposite end ; calm and steady, experienced beyond the age he looks.  ❛  you don’t forget about them, not one person. you let yourself grieve  ——  but you remember there are people left. people that still need you, that still breathe. humanity has been doing that for years.  ❜

          the voice of reason — words sting like a bitterly cold wind, truth unavoidable and yet no less uncomfortable in his defensive state. jaw flexes, and he pushes down the hot swell of bitterness rising up the back of his throat, syllables rough as they scrape across his tongue, ❝ y’make it sound easy. ❞ 

          a harsh expel of breath accompanies the graze of fingers through matted hair; he feels suffocated by the responsibility weighing heavily upon shoulders that threaten to buckle with each loss of life, but his facade had to stay standing — a broken man is not fit to lead, ❝ i remember them all — everyone who’s gone. thought i was adjustin’ to carrying ‘em around, but now            ❞ sigh bleeds forth, fight draining in face of his admittance, ❝ i don’t know how many more people i can lose. ❞ 

[inde-navarette]

[deadwclking]

kishseratos:

(✿◠‿◠)

[nickyhemmick]

With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

saturn - sleeping at last

[deadwclking]

gcverned:

                ❝ you ought not go stickin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong,  ❞

@deadwclking ||  ♡

          ❝           where it doesn’t belong? ❞ a baring of teeth, eyes burning a silent warning into the ghost standing opposite, ❝ you bein’ here? that’s every bit of my damn business. ❞

[deadwclking]

stillcominback:

HEAVY doesn’t even begin to capture the weight of what he’s feeling. He’s usually one to carry guilt, to bear the weight of anything that happens as his responsibility – mostly to try and take that on behalf of his family. That’s what a good leader did, right? Rick’s still in a state of shock as they leave the hospital, going over the events on a LOOP in his mind. How did this happen? It should’ve been so easy – she was right there, he HAD her and then…she was gone. Another tragic, unnecessary loss for them, and he feels utterly to blame. Beth didn’t deserve that – she was this hopeful light amidst their group, and there were no words to properly explain the PAIN of that light’s unjust snuffing out. He tries to keep them moving FORWARD – the only way to go – knowing they can’t risk lingering for too long. Rick won’t afford himself the time to grieve, there’s no time for it, not for him. No, those things get shoved down DEEP where they sit and build up their weight on him. Someone has to keep the wheels turning even in a time of immense TURMOIL, and he won’t be the one to get more of them killed by spending too much time in one spot – not after all that gun fire. Perhaps the former sheriff’s deputy is getting too numb to this world, letting his wounds scar over without ever properly HEALING. To him, it’s survival and though his heart aches more than he could explain, stopping isn’t an option.  He wants to be SENSITIVE to the others, still shaken himself despite his own auto-pilot trying to get his brain to think more about what next – instead of focusing on Beth’s BLOOD drying on his face and the way his heart still feels like it’s jumped up to his throat. His eyes fog with tears he won’t allow to fall, hand swiping frustratedly at them. After a while, he gets Michonne and some of the others to help him get the group moving – they’ll want to bury the girl properly and then they’ll need to find a shelter for themselves. The communication between members of the group is wordless by now, an understanding of the LARGER situation.  They begin to MOVE out once they’ve collectively gathered themselves enough to do so – Rick takes the lead, allowing the others to take a slower pace. He stops in his tracks when he hears the semi-distant SNARLING of the undead. It wouldn’t draw his attention usually since they don’t seem an immediate threat, but he’s got some aggression to let out anyway and a few LESS walkers wouldn’t be a bad thing. Rick gives a quick glance back, making contact with his son and Michonne – there’s quick, knowing nods exchanged before he makes his way ahead a little more quickly. He’s sure a few will FOLLOW eventually but he figures he can go a bit ahead.  The slow moving bodies of the walkers are what he sees first, but he hears (and sees some) of what appears to be a LIVING man. Survivors are far from his favorite at the moment – at least with walkers, you know what you’re getting, humans are much more COMPLEX with their own motives and intentions. In any case, he can’t change who he is and he can’t just leave someone to DIE this way – especially since they don’t appear to be armed or equipped to defend themselves (he assumes since the walkers still approach).  Rick comes up from behind, hand over the hilt of his KNIFE until he’s close enough to take more action. In no time, he’s plunging the blade into rotted skulls – it’s only a few so it’s really no trouble – one at a time. It’s a bit of a scuffle but he’s not NEW to this, taking them all out in a matter on moments. He lays into them more viciously than he might usually, channeling his grief and RAGE out on the walking corpses. When he’s through – more blood covering what was there from the incident at the hospital – Rick catches his breath, blue eyes creeping up to meet the stranger. 

His lips part to start inquiring as to what the HELL this guy was thinking being out here unarmed, but before he gets a word out, his eyes go WIDE and he almost falls back out of the pure shock. This can’t be possible, can it? No, no, he’s HALLUCINATING again – that has to be it. God, he can’t afford to lose it again. Rick closes his eyes tight, shaking his head as if it would will the apparition to vanish – but it doesn’t. “Wh-what th’hell is this?” he mutters, keeping a distance and still holding on to his knife.

          death’s rattle draws closer, and he thinks he can feel rotten breath falling warm and putrid upon his cheek — fingers lose their grip upon brick as tremors force them free, sob catching painfully in a throat tight with fear. ❝ wake up, wake up        ❞ words fall repeatedly from lips in a mockery of prayer; a desperate plea to a being he had never had cause to believe in, yet sought fragile solace in what was presumed to be his final moments.

          a wet thuck accompanied by the heavy thud of bodies dropping to the floor announces the arrival of his saviour — eyes fly open and mouth parts at the sight of such a ruthless display, whatever beings these humans now were falling beneath the blade wielded with natural skill that hinted at previous encounters with the beings left in a heap at his feet.

          blood coats the stranger’s skin, dappled crimson enhancing the feral look in the man’s eyes as their gazes meet, shock / confusion / fear etched into the lines of pallid features as a strange familiarity sends a wash of cold up rigid spine. for a moment he’s speechless, brain struggling to comprehend the absurd situation, until, head shaking, one word slips from lips that part of their own accord, ❝ jesus            ❞

          hysteria bubbles forth then, a strangled laugh that grates as it tears itself from his chest into the silence between them; body sags against wall as legs slowly give way, back scraping downwards until he is seated ungracefully upon gore-soaked ground, ❝        i’ve lost my damn mind. ❞

          another laugh, more strained than the last as it transitions into the beginnings of despair, shaking fingers raising to press against brow. he can feel the plastic tag wrapped around one wrist, feel the cold seeping into exposed skin, and yet it didn’t feel right. everything was off-kilter, one shade of wrong — tears begin to well underneath closed lashes, and once more thoughts turn to the family that seemed entirely out of reach,  ❝           am i dreamin’? or am i already dead? ❞

[waldaunikolaj]