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I’m STRUGGLING real bad with my mental health problems && the moment but i do wanna be here && i’m trying my hardest i promise

#ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˢᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵈᶦᵉ ( OUT OF CHARACTER )#tbd

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He so cuteee uwu

#visage #tbt

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Trevante Rhodes in Bird Box (Susanne Bier, 2018).

+ bonus:

#visage #body #malorie and tom #tbt

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Omg WOW

#visage #tbt

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I miss my Grayson at @richcrdgrcyson that was my first ever rp blog and looking back it was my best one

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#dick suing alfred for being too good at everuthing #is a highlight.#im living going through all these posts

I miss my Grayson at @richcrdgrcyson that was my first ever rp blog and looking back it was my best one

#my posts flowed so well #dicks humour just kinda spillled out of me #and his charm #i miSS him #and the partners i had there #mobile.#not tom

MAGGIE:

a dangerous game played, bringing another stranger to the family farm house. but she couldn’t leave him, wounded and bleeding on edge of their land. if she had left him, death would have taken him. her voice a soft whisper, trying to provide peace to the flurry of confusion upon his awakening. ❛ hey, it’s alright. you’re safe here, nothin’s gonna happen to you. ❜ their home had become a makeshift shelter for those seeking it, first the group with young boy shot by otis, and now this man. ❛ my name’s maggie, you’re here at our farm house. ❜

her and father had provided as much care as they could, a vast difference in knowledge of how to heal between animals and humans. her figure gives him distance now just as he had requested, looming there against wall as she gives him time to adjust. she can only imagine waking in strange place, let alone with unfamiliar faces in a world sinking into decay.

THE VOICE, the voice was as smooth as whiskey . As much as he’s still terrified at being out of his depth , he’s INSTANTLY soothed by the female’s tone . He sucks in a few deep breaths - trying to bring his heart rate down before he even ATTEMPTS to speak in return . Farm house - so he’d fallen in their land && they’d picked him up && brought him in . Why ?? Not many people would risk themselves to save a stranger’s life nowadays .

“ Maggie ?? “

He’s still trying to catch his breath .

“ I’m - I’m Tom , && I’m in - I’m in a lot of pain . “

A pause , he squeezes his eyes shut && lowers his arm slowly , he’s fighting with everything his has against touching where it hurts , lest he finds something he doesn’t LIKE .

“ Am I gonna die ?? “

#ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵈᶦᵉˢ ( IN CHARACTER )#ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵃ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉʳ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ( CROSSOVER: THE WALKING DEAD )#ʷʰᵒˡᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃ ˡᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵘˡ ( MAGGIE )

CONTINUED * FELIX

The trip HAD been a good idea - at least to begin with . They had stocks but , they were running out quickly && then needed reassurance that they had ENOUGH . Especially if more people were going to keep turning up . That’s what they were HOPING for anyway , for a community to grow . So here they were , doing there BEST , && surprisingly Felix was right there along with him - doing what he could to take his share of the weight . Up until things went down SHIT CREEK .

CRAZIES / He hated that word . Internally he’d taken to naming the boy racers as MARAUDERS . Most of the other housemates weren’t so open to seeing them as other human beings . Understandable with the violence that they brought with them , BUT if you took a long hard look at yourself - wouldn’t you realise that violence was all anyone ever carried now . The world was dying - you had to do what you HAD to do .

It took him a while longer to react than it did Felix. He watches the younger man disappear into the cabinet && then jumps into action , into the same room as the other , but sliding under the free standing bed instead . He nudges the bag of collected items closer to the wall and sidles as tightly into the space next to it as possible .

The MARAUDERS are on the stairs . One of them is singing an eerie NURSERY - RHYME . What sounded like the handle of a weapon knocking against the bars of the stairs as the male makes his way up && towards them . Tom glances over at the sliding doors - eye contact with Felix through the thin slats . His jaw tightens && he sends the blonde a wink - lets him know that there’s a plan .

“ Come out PIGGY PIGGY PIGGIES . “

The guy’s voice is twisted and rough , As if exposure to the creatures had changed him irreversably in evey aspect of his physicality . Tom holds his breath , he probably doesn’t HAVE to - but there’s a panic running through him that has him fearing the WORST .

Lungs aching , entire body wired with adrenaline - Tom waits && watches as the man moves into the room that the looters are hiding in . ONE STEP . two steps . THREE STEPS . Tom can smell the guy - as if he’s poured an entire bottle of expired cologne over himself . He’s breathing again .

FOUR STEPS . He’s right beside the bed . Between Tom && Felix - blocking them off from the doorway . Tom pulls the penknife away from where he’d taken to WEARING it around his neck . He clicks it open - a movement that’s covered up by the sound of the Marauder singing again .

And then he lunges . Plunging the knife into the ankle of their opponent - A scream leaves him && Tom looks to Felix .

It’s act now or never.

@narcotlcs

#ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵈᶦᵉˢ ( IN CHARACTER )#ᵃ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵘᶦˡᵈ ᵇʳᶦᵈᵍᵉˢ ( FELIX )#ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ( VERSE FOUR: A LONG LONELY ROAD )

DIEGO:

the way he sees it, we’ve all become too reliant on one sense more than the other. sight is a gift to be treasured; as he believes Tom is all too familiar with in understanding. Diego can’t imagine losing his own. —– only hopes he can learn to listen much mroe clearly than before.

❝ I don’t know about all that now, my friend. I don’t think we even have enough supplies to help me heal through that agony. ❞

❝ is that how it happened? ❞ he never really did get into the how Tom’s blindness came to be. some days blur over and there’s much to do; too much to care for and get done to ensure everyone’s safety. all he’d known was that the other used to be able to see. and then he couldn’t.

MY FRIEND . Tom is taken aback by the words for a long moment . He understands that Diego uses them casually - but it gets him THINIKING . Did anyone really have friends anymore ?? Or was it dog eat dog all the way && you help whoever aids you in surviving ?? Tom swallows hard , clouded gaze staring off into the distance before his head finally snaps back around .

“ How it - “

A pause , he lifts a hand to scratch at the back of his neck - shifting his weight a little where he sits in the grass . He wondered what the other man was ACTUALLY asking - how much of the story did Diego actually want to hear ??

“ Uh - yeah , I guess . Hot steam to the face on day one - I was working on a building site . “

#ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵈᶦᵉˢ ( IN CHARACTER )#ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ && ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ᵃ ᵗᵒⁿⁿᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ( DIEGO )#ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵃ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉʳ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ( CROSSOVER: THE WALKING DEAD )

PHILIP:

❛ What’s another favorite memory you have ? YOU KNOW, from before ? ❜

curious kid, always been ; you were just always pulled away from answers you craved, the ones you’ve finally learned not to be afraid of still asking. She’s not stopping you anymore. He’s not being stopped. His curiosity sure isn’t. So the question comes out as you see these kids you grew up with play in the yard that was their only yard to have. Limited, but free. Birds inside a cage. But safe. The world is dangerous and you can’t even see anything other than the damage of ruins. The AFTER-THE-FACTS. The dust, the bodies, the paranoia. You see glimpses in pictures: what it looks like where you can only have a blindfold. It’s not the same as what pictures words can paint. No one’s posing for that. Nothing is still. It feels more real. Even if it could be a lie.

Tom had always enjoyed the spark that came to life in Philip’s eyes - the curiosity that was mirrored in his own , the look that had come from his youth && that had also been in the eyes of his daughter . But he’d never seen HER grow into a young woman - watching the curiosity transform into DEMAND for answers as he grew in age && independence. Tom himself was filled with a pride that had to be dusted off && toyed with carefully lest it fell apart around the edges .

“ Another one ?? Pretty soon you’ll have heard my WHOLE life . “

Everyone pitches in at the INSTITUTE . While Tom speaks to his adopted son , he’s folding a pile of clothes . Shirts stacking up on one side && pants neatly towering on the other . It’s not a bad job out of all of them - in FACT he honestly looks forward to it . Gives him time to THINK . He cuts a quarter from the pile that wasn’t done yet && drops it in front of Philip , a sly && humoured look shooting his way .

“ Funfairs . “

He says gently after a long while of thinking it over . The word seemingly comes out of NOWHERE , the thought however did not . He’d been dreaming of the big ferris wheel for a while now - the one from the travelling fair . He hadn’t been able to stop THINKING about it .

“ You read anything about funfairs yet ? “