l'écriture de poids mort

whatnot and whimsy.

[drhdrs2e9fan]

And you say to yourself my god what have I done

[kingofmeatballs]

Commission for @mxsinisterareyouokay

He looks like such a bastard, absolutely loved drawing this design

[deadweightwritings]

THE MAN IN THE PHOTO. snippet.

dark/damien x policeoc!

Joanna gingerly opened a drawer in her wooden desk, pulling out a shabby piece of portrait paper. Her eyes analyzed it, hundreds of emotions traveling over her pupils. She calmly walked to stand in front of the entity, holding the photograph between her pointer finger and thumb.

She tapped the figure on the left.

“Do you know this man?”

“Yes.”

“How?” He adjusted his stiff neck and swallowed thickly.

“The same way I know you. I simply don’t know how, Madame.”

“Bullshit.”

“Joanna—”

“It’s not that you don’t ‘know how’, you don’t remember how.” She tore the photograph away from him briskly, placing it back on the tabletop as she leant her back against the furniture.   

“Joanna, you can’t just interrogate him—”

“Abe, ‘we cannot just’ let this man help us kill Mark, if we don’t even know his history with him.”

“Joe, he doesn’t even know his history with you—!”

“Then why the fuck are we even bothering, Abraham?”  

[rebar2042]

property division

[deadweightwritings]

DARK RED. snippet.

dark/damien x policeoc!

The gun skidded onto the front stairs through the door they blew a hole in, Joanna’s eyes darted around and then she bolted for her weapon. She secured it in her hand, and stood up with sharp ringing causing her to look outward to the car. Never turn your back.

Joanna’s middle was dragged back by invisible hands and she screamed, clawing at the pristine pillar with her right hand.

Only you, darling, only you, babe Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Dark’s head twitched as her voice reached his ears, Mark scoffed.

“Oh, don’t tell me you actually like that woman, hm? You don’t even know who she is.” The undesirable warmth that spread through his chest whenever he looked at her came to his mind.

“I know enough.”

What if, she's fine? It's my mind that's wrong.

Her left arm whipped behind her attempt to empty the bullets in her revolver as her fingers were losing their grip. BAM. BAM. BAM.

Don't you give me up, please don't give up

Static grabbed at her forearm as it was pulled from the safety of the pillar, she tried to fight off the feeling, even if it grounded her. Her feet landed on the concrete outside the front doors and frame held up by Dark. Joe’s eyes widened at how close he was without wanting to tear her limb from limb and vice versa; he set her down.    

On me, I belong with you and only you, baby

“Are you alright?”

“Why did you do that?” Joe huffed, heaving through her broken nose.

“You’re welcome, Madame.”  

Only you, my girl, only you, babe Only you, darling, only you, babe

[funfettitoonz]

[tobyyobyy]

carl whenever he comes back home after not listening to rick or anyone else in the group

[deadweightwritings]

TWD 09x02

TWD + Dixon!Reader [S9 Spoilers]

Kit dropped another plank of wood onto the next panel of the bridge and sighed through her nose, as she saw Henry with the water job for folks.

“—no, no. There’s not enough to go around.”

“Give it a rest kid!” Henry gets knocked on his ass and everyone shifts. The kid grunts, taking his staff and giving that guy a taste. THUNK. Kit laughs, seeing Henry floor a grown man. Her head shifts to keep working at the wood in front of her, and the thud of running made her look up again. Daryl yanks him back,

“Kid’s just doing his job. Get back to work.”

“I don’t need your people telling me what to do. You aren’t my babysitter anymore.” He turns his back to lunge at Henry and Daryl acts, stopping him again. Arms and fists go flying, and one hits her dad’s nose. Kit bolts up and toward the fight.

Ocean eyes become a dangerous lightning in the sunlight as she trapped her foot around the man’s ankle. THUD.

“Ay, what the—!” Kit’s spurred boots thumped on top of his sternum, and he coughed. She leaned into his face. Nobody spoke. Daryl secretly wanted to figure out what she would do. If she would still be violent with normal people, the way she has been with Negan for weeks.

“Listen here, lumberjack, we’re all working the same fuckin’ project, exhausting th' same muscles. If there ain’t enough to go 'round, yer ass is getting a fair share like everybody-fucking-else. Clear?” He nods as Kit lets up, standing in front of him. She put her hand out for a shake but was punched right in her face. THWAP.

“HEY!” Feeling blood dribble from her lips, she acted:

“Ah, he wants to play, ay now?” Kit hiked up her leg and nailed him square in the chest with her heel. Followed by grabbing him by his shirt before he hit the ground and slamming her forehead against his, blurring his movements. Daryl winces. The man throws a fist at the wind and Kit nails him against his cheekbone, ring leaving a bruising mark.

“Hey! Hey, ENOUGH!” Her dad grips her shoulder, as her chest heaves from the adrenaline. Rick appears in her sightline and corners the man, preventing him from lunging back at her. He points to Kit,

“Enough.” Kit knocks her eyes to the ground, spitting a liquid glob of blood into the wood.

“It’s just a few more days.” Kit scoffs, rubbing at her eyes.

“A few more days might ‘ave a few people bludgeoned t’death, Rick, I don’t know.”

“They’re strong. The saviors are over half our work force.”

“Some of that work force, ain’t never gonna fall in line, man. That’s who they are.” Carol’s voice breaks the tension, light and honest:

“We can’t expect them to just forget what happens.”

“It’s not about forgetting. We need to move forward, all of us, together.” Kit’s finger swipes at her bloodied lip, anger rising in her blood.

“Rick, who’s fuckin’ side are you on?”

“Ours, Kit! Are we on the same side?” Her hand slams against the table, gaining Rick’s unclouded attention. She stands on her feet, eyes icy.

“You tell me. S’ what we’ve been tryna tell you, but you don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it.” Her boot heels squeak quietly as she turns and exits, Daryl following his hot-headed kid.    

[corpsings]

Same as it ever was

[atrustfulplace]

imagine: you are chilling in front you your house getting high. along comes an old family friend who you last saw when you were six, you are now in your 50s. after a brief convo where he is kind of a dick to you, he’s like damn you’ve changed :/. and your like yeah bestie it’s been five decades why the fuck are you here. he leaves. later that night a shit ton of people show up and trash your house. just throw and absolute rager. halfway through the family friend from earlier shows up. he announces in full earshot of everyone that he wants you to come with him to rob a bank. you of course say wtf??? one of the people who broke into your house calls you a pussy. another person shoves you a contract which declares if you get shot robbing the bank they will not pay for your funeral. you pass out. when you wake up you find the contract on your table and your house almost completely back to normal. you stare at the contract for a moment and decide, fuck it this is just as a good a midlife crisis than anything.

this is what happened to bilbo baggins

[add1ictwithapen]

[deadweightwritings]

NEW ERA CHECK

[pikslasrce]

these are the same image. to me

[horseshoemybeloved]

new patrick banging on the tunes clip!!!!!!

GIRL WHERE !!!!, OOOOOOO

[horseshoemybeloved]

She served cunt your honor

[damageinflicted]

romeo and juliet but make them the demolition lovers...

inspired by a tweet

directly based off of romeo and juliet by sergio cupido

[gaymothman]

[andoutofharm]

[beckins]

Friendship with Jon and Ryan restored