fiat lux.

[kjpoems]

All the things I did wrong: I: I relied on someone for my happiness. II: I love people more than I love myself. III: I never asked for help. IV: I asked for help. V: I opened up. VI: I had hope.

All the things I did wrong by (KJ)

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do you have any hope for the future?

“yeah, i do. i don’t know when things will get better or when the world will get fixed or when we’ll figure out how to get rid of zombies completely, but i believe it will. people are strong and we’ve lasted this long. like, what, thousands of years? plus i just...want to hold onto that hope that better things are coming. otherwise it’s just too bleak. i wanna live for something, even if it’s a slim chance.”

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who are some survivors you'd like to get to know better

“i think samuel, blair, daniel. blair’s, like, all mysterious and shit but not at the same time.”

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fuck marry kill - casey santi mateo

“marry santi, fuck casey, and kill mateo, i guess? i’m sorry, i just don’t really know him that well!”

[heartlandhq]

Heartland Honesty Day!

Here’s how it works: instead of doing a few hours where only a few people in the accommodating timezone can play, Honesty Day, well, lasts all day! From 12 AM EST Wednesday to 12 AM EST Thursday, you may send and receive anons (or off anon, be brave) to all participating members. To participate, reblog this post onto every character you want to be in the game and only send questions to those who have reblogged this post. Include everyone who wants to play. No hate will be tolerated and you are not required to answer any questions that upset you, but other than that, go hog wild and have tons of fun all gosh darn day!

[wnq-writers]

Her veins were filled with honey and sugar, but her nerves were made of steel.

Lynette Simeone  (via pvmegranates)

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serena vu + social media 1/?

[floralmess]

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disquieters:

echoes of old sacrifices pervade the air as santi shuffles his feet through the hallways of bergan mercy; silence has always been loud but at night, between the hospital’s white walls, it is but deafening. it is no longer clear whether santi evades sleep or sleep evades santi, but regardless, it is the fear that once eyes fall shut he’ll again sink into nightmares far worse than an already bleak reality that makes rest impossible. 

serena’s figure is easy to recognize. it’s almost as if they’re in northwestern again, catching each other awake at the damndest of hours, slogging through the hallways for another yet another vending machine coffee to get them through midterm season. but this isn’t northwestern, and it isn’t caffiene that keeps them awake. as the barest of light cuts through the window, the hazy glow of the moon falls on serena’s soft features. santi wonders if this is another cruel dream reminding him of all the good he has lost. ( far too many times he has woken up wanting to smell whatever breakfast fatima is cooking, or hear lourdes’ voice snap wake up, dipshit, you’ll be late – but rises from a hospital bed finding himself alone. ) but she’s real, he reminds himself. serena is real. santi pulls his best friend closer, an arm resting over her shoulder. whether the action is for her consolation, or his own, he can no longer tell. santi does not let his mind to linger on the thought. “just pulling an all-nighter. calculus midterms tomorrow,” he jokes. ”the limit of learning does not exist.” 

when santi wraps his arm around her, she sinks into his touch, her small frame leaning into her body. it is safe, it is comforting, it is reassuring, it is everything the apocalypse is not. she has always been the touchier one out of the two, nudging him playfully on the shoulder or looping her arm through his as she catches up with on campus, and so she’s grateful for the gesture he displays now. it’s a reminder that not everything is bad, that there are things worth living for: best friends, the stretch of blue sky in the morning, her cousins. old memories and the desire to make new ones even in this new world.

“i bet you’ll great, and if you don’t, just blame it on the TA. heard he’s a dick, anyway,” she replies with a laugh. if only things were that simple. she’d take staying up late over a midterm or a ten-page paper over this. 

silence stretches for only a few seconds before she speaks again. flitting always between talking too much and talking too little, she has yet to find a middle ground. she doesn’t always have to talk with santi, and sometimes they don’t, simply just enjoying each other’s company ( or actually trying to do homework for once ). “i wish i could sleep.” the words are soft, emptied from her throat before she can take them back. they are a careful display of vulnerability. “i really hope your dreams are better than mine.”

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samuelbennett:

Approaching steps never mean a good thing, and Samuel is so focused on the battered shell of what once was a human child to even realize they are approaching. He hears too much of his own pulse in his ears, and the shallow wheeze in his chest as his asthma kicks in. He really needs to ask Mariella, or any of the other medics, if they have any inhalers stowed away in their supplies.

Another’s voice has him visibly flinching, and his head turns so quickly he might have just given himself some whip lash. Fortunately the approaching person isn’t menacing, nor does she have any malicious intent. Not from what he can see so far, but he tries not to get his hopes up. One never knows anothers true colors instantly. “I still feel… awful,” he admits with another look at the fallen undead. But this stranger, she is very right. Samuel could be bitten and doomed to a life of shuffling around with an insatiable appetite.

Samuel slowly shakes his head, and he’s barely able to tear his eyes away from her face. “N-no… just shaken up. It - it didn’t get close to me, not enough to try and bite me before I…” He’s unable to finish his sentence. ‘Killed it’ is too unsettling to say aloud, even if it’s exactly what he’s done. Gratefully, Samuel takes her hand. Compassion in this period of disaster is a rare trait to find. She doesn’t know him, but despite her lack of knowledge on his identity she is offering him kindness and concern. He brushes off dirt and dust, but it does next to nothing to rid his clothes of their overworn appearance.

“Are you alone? I am-” probably not smart to say to a foreign face “- probably not smart to wander close to a mall of all places without someone.” He shrugs, the movement tense. “Uh, I’m Samuel.”

"I don’t blame you. It’s hard, I think. Everything’s harder these days, but we’re trying. That’s what matters, right?” She offers a comforting smile because compassion means a lot these days, shoving her hands in her pockets when he stands again. He towers over her, easily standing at around 6 feet, and his presence should be all sorts of intimidating. Serena’s always been one to give benefit of the doubt, though---it’s a habit that has been tempered by the outbreak. Not everyone is kind, not everyone is trustworthy, and it is better to look first than jump first. 

Still, he seems nice. Not a threat. ( She would’ve ran if she thought he was. ) 

What a strange scene they must make: A girl in a too-big hoodie from the racks of an abandoned H&M and a lanky man in clothes who haven’t seen a washing machine in weeks standing in the middle of a desolate parking lot. There are stranger things, she supposes, like corpses come back to life and the government going underground like something out of a conspiracy theory. 

“I’m glad you’re okay. Wouldn’t want another person to...y’know.” She waves her hand vaguely. They both know what fate she’s talking about. There’s only two options in this world---dead or undead---and neither are preferable. “Plus you seem nice. I’m Serena, and I guess it’s a good thing I’m not wandering. Just on my way back.” She doesn’t mention where; although he seems harmless, she’d rather know where he’s from first before giving up any information about Bergan. 

“Well, you’re not alone now, yeah? We can keep going together? I dunno if you have any plans to stick around this mall, but I don’t.” She glances back towards the building, fleeting memories of hours spent sorting through the black hole of Forever 21 and Victoria’s Secret sales, of looking for homecoming dresses her senior year. Now it’s just an empty shell of what consumerism and capitalism used to be. No more mall pretzels and caramel frappaccinos. No more customers, either.

[hanarichinspiration-blog]

[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

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inspirant:

writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. throat clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25. jaw clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26. eye rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27. head tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35. quick witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40. travel sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41. sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46. neat freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47. gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49. abbreviating: giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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tired little laughs, gold lie promises,we’ll always win at this, i don’t ever think about deathit’s alright if you do, it’s finewe gladiate but i guess we’re really fighting ourselves

glory and gore - lorde

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the hopeless peoplestuck on the insidethey’re getting tired of breathingbut we will fight for the feeling

cause their eyes can seeonly dark cloudsbut i can seeis a light behind

prayer—lude - naomi scott

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way too soon to feel so strongway too young to hurt so long, i’m hurtin’was it worth it?

last dance - dua lipa

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in my mind / i can be what we choosebut in life / we can’t stand in those shoes

can’t - naaz

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you’re heavier than i knew / but i don’t want no other, you’re my cameo lover you turn from the skies, you dance with your demise / i’ll be here when you come home we’ve all gotta break down / let me come and break down, there with youopen up your heart, open up your heart / open up your heart and let me pull you out 

cameo lover - kimbra 

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