World Gone Mad

If half the world's gone mad The other half just don't care, you see So tell me what's the news And what is it you want me to see We're lying to ourselves And dancing by the light of the screen You don't wanna fuck with us Unapologetic. Crass. 21+ Selective. Dark themes ahead var sc_project=11466379; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="9eb26de4"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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coldestmemories:

“I don’t know but I was in the middle of a shower and you REALLY need to start remembering your keys.” 

He looked at the other with that still slightly annoyed expression, the one that was hard to hold onto when Sam was actually standing in front of him because well, it was Sam. 

Hand gestured hurriedly for the other to enter the house, presumably before he froze to death in the current choice of attire. There was an almost exhausted sigh to follow, eventually edging the door shut behind him before hustling back toward the shower.

“You can only join me if you…keep your hands to yourself and all that.” 

Called behind his shoulder, knowing good and fucking well they could barely pick out a Christmas tree without fucking, the bathroom wouldn’t be any safer.

He ignored him, and his statement about his keys. Sam was very much aware of his current situation, he didn’t want to admit that he would in fact start remembering his keys... if he could remember where he set them last. Which was something he had been doing the entire time Tre was speaking. At least until he was gestured to come in. And in was only then that he realized he’d been waiting for that.

It was a huff of a breath on his part, and a scoff on the other. Sam liked his hands on Tre - not always in a sexual sense. Actually, more often not in a sexual sense. Closing the door behind him, he flicked the lock.

“Well, that’s fucking stupid then.”

It didn’t stop him from trailing after the other, though.

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coldestmemories:

Visibility shaken by the reminder of his hands, those hands, on her skin, the woman couldn’t help but bristle. The words only serving to pour salt into the open wound, maybe that was why it never did heal quite right. Eyes were still purposely cast in the empty spaces of the room, counting cracks in the wall rather that lines on that fucking face.

“Even if I told you, since when have you ever listened? If you did, we wouldn’t be.”  Pause, hand waved in a mock demonstration of his aforementioned gesture. “Here.” Yes, she was avoiding the statement, as they both knew repeating it wasn’t at the top of her to do list. Every time this particular devil knocked, she never could help but to have let him in.

The woman had such skill evasion that it even caught him off guard at times. Amused as he was, she still hadn’t told him to leave. She hadn’t shunned him, turned him away. She could feel it just as he could, this pull in the air. He let her speak as he slowly closed the distance once more. Knuckles brushed higher against her shoulder, followed the line of bone as they crept for the curve of her neck.

“You’ve never told me, so how would you know if I listened or not?” The words were hushed, spoken just above a whisper as he got closer. “Maybe I would.” He wouldn’t, but he also knew she wouldn’t tell him to leave - not with any conviction, at least. Tearing his gaze from the sight of her skin, he looked to where she had mentioned and breathed out a low laugh. “And where is here, exactly?”

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greatdivides:

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There’s almost a look of shut the fuck up on her face as she purses her lips, sets her jaw, but she refrains from showing too much. “Do you ever stop talking?”

If the look had been there, he hadn’t noticed it and had just kept on talking, kept on telling his rather pointless story with a little too much gusto. So when she cut him off, questioning his ability - it hadn’t phased him. Believe it or not, he got it a lot. “Nah,” he said with a smirk, his eyes falling down just a smidge. “Not really, if I’m being honest. Do you ever talk?”

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lost-count:

Russel, for one, was having a grand ol’ time. It’s been ages since he had a drop of alochol and the cocktail he was sipping on has been great. It didn’t do anything to calm the pain that sat in the base of his heel, but he worked through it just for this one night out for a few drinks. He felt like he deserved it after landing another connection with a few bakery on the other side of town this morning. 

“Hm?” He hummed back as he looked over to the person next to him. “Sort of, but I kind of.. tuned it out after a few seconds.” Just to save his own ears from the content that was being discussed on the other side of this stranger. “I don’t think I can handle much more of that.”

His own enjoyment of his drink had been rather anticlimactic, if he were to be so honest. He couldn’t tell if it was due to the sub par beverage or the stomach churning conversation, though logic pointed to a fine combination of both. Sawyer had a severe lack of couth that was only perpetuated whenever any sort of alcohol was involved. Introductions were usually handled better than a blatant outburst.

Still, he hadn’t really expected the other to actually answer him - which may, or may not, have been apparent by the look on his face. Slight surprise stuffed under the discomfort of the ongoing chit chat beside him. “Tried that,” he let out into the glass as he took another sip. It helped to know that someone suffered, if only a little, with him. “But it’s just...” he made a gesture to his ear, as if that somehow finished his sentence. “I didn’t even know you could clamp a cervix.” the moment the words slipped through lips, his nose wrinkled in a whole new wave of disgust before he turned, turning his body to fully face the stranger and, hopefully, better block out the ridiculousness of the people. “What are you drinking? Is it good?”

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coldestmemories:

@degenerxte nailed her white girl bun today and liked this for a starter.

“It’s kindergarten.”  He was still staring at his wife, surrounding by a circle that looking like it might summon the ghosts of school supply hell. Despite his very clear amusement, Gauthier was still unable to wrap his head around the fact that she….well, seemed to have come home with the entire store and then some. “He’s not going on a two week holiday…”  

She looked, albeit for a split second, up at him when he spoke. She hadn’t thought she’d gone overboard, granted, her assumptions were still a bit askew. There was a face, slight - gone as quick as it came, as she looked at everything. “Yeah, I know.” She said, still determined. “But i want to make sure he had everything he needed.” And then some. “And the school said they were taking donations because there are kids whose parents cant afford their supplies. So.. I mean.. I don’t want them to not have any either..”

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delusional-bastards-inc:

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He had the distinct misfortune of being a criminal in a lawless world, especially since his entire enterprise had been guns. It still was, and he was most definitely still a criminal, but with money becoming distinctly defunct and bullets and pills and god knows else becoming currency, shit was more complicated. Maybe that’s why he was hanging out in that burnt out shell of a home. Blackened wall paper curing, dirt all over the floor and furniture. Looks like the pre outbreak riots had all but ruined the place.

Not that he cared, it was a place to rest for the night. His bags were near the couch, a small display of ‘merchandise’ laid out across the table. Truth was, he was running low on food and clean water, and as much as he sometimes wanted to? He couldn’t eat a gun. His Colt LE6290 was propped up on the couch next to him, the rest of the weapons? Loaded and accounted for, freshly cleaned, the scent of gun lube and oil lingering around the place where he sat. Honestly? He was exhausted. Carrying this shit was going to drive the black clad Englishman mad, eventually.

Still though, it was keeping him alive.

She had never been too keen on the word scavenger. Something about it sounded dirty. Lowly.  Pathetic. In her mind, it was comparable to that of a rat. But in time, she had learned to wear the title well. To be proud of what it was she was able to do: scavenge in a ruined world. This break in humanity, the fall of it all, molded her better than any normal life could have. She grew in this lawless world, molded and adapted in the best way possible. This.. this was her prime and it showed. Her confidence was evident in the way she spoke, bargained. It was there, prominent in the risks she took to get goods for trade. It bordered, teetered on that edge of earned assurance and foolish pride. No one’s going to live forever, or long- an old friend had said, you might as well live well while you can. Boots scuffed over the floor of the run down house as she made her way through the front door, far more ignorant to its state than the other sitting quietly. Dirtied fingers grazed over the piece of metal she flipped in her palm. Funny how something once so priceless had absolutely no worth. “I give it a few more weeks,” her voice was quiet, soft spoken out of forced habit, just like the steps she took. “-until this place is barren.” It was becoming harder and harder to pull anything of value from the rubble of this town.

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So I don’t know what the FUCK is going on in the world today - but humanity is fucking unnecessarily savage this weekend.

Complete animals.

I don’t care what planet  is in retrograde, that’s not excuse for pissing in a grocery store parking lot.

/rant.

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Noomi Rapace as Wednesday in What Happened to Monday (2017)

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hey. can people who write characters over 25/30 reblog this (and i mean like… actually actively write them or want to write them)? also people who don’t use the stereotypical tumblr fcs you see all over the tags (such as w/e celebs are popular at the moment, or fcs that look like they are underaged, etc). i really need to find more of you.

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(( @illuminate-these-hopeless-places gets the Queen ))

To say that she was a benevolent queen would have been true, once upon a time. Before the war and the split of the lands. The current state of the world had no place for kindness and grand gestures. “You have about two seconds to starting talking.” Nyota wasn’t the most liked of Queens, but her kingdom still prospered, still grew - even if people didn’t enjoy her ways.

It lead her to lead a cautious life, a guarded rule. “You were caught in my corridors. Why.”

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(( @greatdivides gets some Mo ))

There was never any intention to lead a pack - that was beyond any want he’d ever had. He couldn’t, however, pinpoint when that had changed. When he’d taken one lost, wound soul under his wing - and when it decided to grow into the closest thing he’d ever call family. Did he regret his decision? Most days, when they were complicated, but it didn’t sway him to abandon. The sound of his door opening pulled his attention from the window, over to the figure. 

“The moon will be full soon.” Old habit died hard for him, and the sooner he could get his people out of the city, the better he’d feel once it did come. His rag-tag group may have been small, but he would have been a fool to assume their damage was on the same scale.

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i have M A D Mo muse right now. ideally wolf verse but I can swing his main (oneiroi) too, tbh.

Give this a like for a random ass starter from him?