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imagine if lee had psychotic breaks(either due to things like dehydration, or full on psychosis induded by something like bipolar or borderline) and sees his team, maybe even his family. and then for aus where he is actually reunited with the team again, he can’t tell if it’s real or not.

#i'm sad.#.*•. — ooc

valtsv

im the dumb bitch mutual. the absolute fucking idiot mutual. people see me on their dash and theyre like “i didnt know u could read”

#.*•. — ooc #god. me.

i get being so stubbornly opinionated can be bad but at the same time there are things and choices in the game i just.........don’t tolerate. and opinions i don’t tolerate. and honestly all i can say about it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#.*•. — ooc #maybe i ought to make a list so people who do the exact opposite..and feel the exact opposite...will follow with that info in mind #does this seem stupid to stand on in this way? perhaps! but again a lot of the stuff i'm thinking of right now is #well. honestyl it borderlines on ableism and then fully IS ableism. and as a mentally ill man who will forever be painted as trouble #as a risk or a danger or volatile because of my emotions that are just heightened by my mental illness #i don't know. don't like that.

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- Passing through, baseball bat in hand, it’s not the first time he’s seemingly been in the right place at the right time. Sheer instinct drives him to seek out the commotion, and it isn’t long before he locates the source - a man on the ground, a walker snapping it’s decayed jaws much too close. The sight isn’t a new one.

Javier springs into action, running full tilt towards them both until his bat can make contact with the corpse’s skull. One, two, three strikes, and it finally lays motionless for good.

“Are you okay, man?” Breathless, dark eyes scan with purpose for signs of a bite.

the man instinctively flinched as the other’s bat came close with intent to harm—just not intent to harm HIM.

with the walker taken care of by said bat, Lee let himself lie a moment longer to just BREATHE. he glanced up at the stranger to ensure he wasn’t about to attack, and then picked himself back up, his right arm already sore from taking all of his weight. he still wasn’t used to that.

he disregarded the continuing tremble in his voice to respond to the fellow that saved him, “god--yes. yeah, i-i’m okay. son of a bitch had me for a second there, b-but i’m not bitten. check if you want and—damn. thanks, man.”

#.*•. — ic #( verse 006 —— DON’T THINK TWICE. )#screwballed #cbnbnvc GOD it certainly is isn't it #he's doing his best so who are we to judge #and! don't worry man i'd rather a late reply that you like and enjoyed #vs. a quick one that you didn't #yeah?

deatharmed-blog1

“it didn’t have to be that way. it just didn’t.”

#here have my emo open #.*•. — open

falconwiinged-blog

–;; Hello everyone! I don’t currently have the means on me to make a proper promo for myself, so like or reblog this post if you’re interested in playing with a BRAND NEW canon-divergent TF: Prime Starscream! He diverges right after the episode “Partners”, and his current timeline is during the period of time when he was a rogue.

This blog is multiverse, multiship, and semi-selective, as well as crossover friendly with both TF and non-TF fanbases and I am so excited and look forward to playing with all of you!

–Logan <3

#.*•. — promo #i've been friends with logan for a long time he is a fantastic writer and a funny and precious person truly #i've loved his starscream since i found him :'))

send lee asks

#i'm bad at reblogging memes!! i feel like i'll spam or i won't reblog enough! help!#.*•. — ooc

henlo father

henlo sonny

#rj what the fuck #fkmkgmksmlgb #agmts #.*•. — crack

the lighting in season 1 makes icons a damn bitch.

#.*•. — ooc #me ? contemplating skipping a lot of season 1 ?? yes #god help me

Russell

His eyes wide open, Russell stared at the stranger terrified as he waited for him to say something. At least the kid looked sort of harmless (despite the fact that the term “harmless” has lost its meaning these days) & there was no gun to be seen anywhere on him. The boy would definitely come across a lot more hostile if he’d be pointing a weapon at his way too.

Swallowing heavily, he then slowly nodded his head as Russell firmly kept his eyes on the man. He watched him place the firearm away from his sight; he was actually surprised the situation had escalated this well this fast. As the stranger’s hand was lifted up, Russell could feel his heartbeat slowly getting back to its normal pace. At the same time, he was relieved but also, doubtful. Did he really give in that easily? He hardly met that kind of people these days. Being his paranoid self, he decided it was for the best to cooperate with the stranger & at the same time, keep his guard up, just in case.

He finally brought himself to answer the stranger who introduced himself as a man named ‘Lee’. “ I.. Russell. “ he said as he lowered his arms back down. It was rather obvious the young man still felt tense & slightly afraid; anything could still go wrong. “ I, um.. thanks for not shootin’ me I suppose. “

he kept a watchful eye on the boy as his hands also lowered, still smiling and trying to present himself just as friendly as he possibly could. he would take however much alliance and even temporary friendship he could find anymore; it wasn’t exactly easy to live alone and was even harder to live without even the briefest help from strangers.

and what did another dead kid do to help the world?

“not a problem, man,” Lee replied, trying to sound relaxed. “don’t plan on it unless you give me a reason to. need, uh... need people anymore to get by, you know?”

he hoped Russell didn’t feel as tense and awkward as he did.

#.*•. — ic #( verse 006 —— DON’T THINK TWICE. )#nctrouble #nice i'm glad!!!#uhhh okay so .. i'm kinda worried this isn't enough? but i also don't want to word vomit for no reason if this is fine #so just hmu if it's hard to work with!!

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　　　　stephanie had only been hiding out in that building for a day or two. it wasn’t the BEST place, & it definitely hadn’t fared the practical apocalypse very well – the broken windows & decaying interior decor illustrated that well enough. at least there was a CLOSED DOOR to keep her separated from those things. 　　　　well, now there wasn’t. 　　　　when the girl first heard the door’s hinges rattle & burst, allowing the door to creak open, everything slowed & a panic washed over her so quickly it was DIZZYING. it was like the breath had been punched from her lungs & everything got a little numb. she was ready to run, get out through one of the windows, but then she heard a human voice & her small frame froze. they were only ONE ROOM AWAY from each other. what if this person was going to hurt her ? she took a deep, shaky breath. 　　　　❛ hello ? ❜ she sounded SCARED more than anything else.

the man felt a bit self conscious upon realizing that yes, someone was in fact there, and it sounded to be a YOUNG someone. his stomach knotted a bit—apparently it was still easy to feel guilty for intrusion—and he cleared his throat, stepping into the building and bending over to pick up the door.

“uh---sorry about your door,” he called, his apology awkward and hesitant but genuine. “didn’t really expect...anyone to be in here, to be honest.”

balancing it against his body with one arm was a struggle, but eventually he stood it up again and propped it against the frame of the way, sighing heavily. maybe there was an upstairs or a basement they could hide in.