white noise

everybody says say something, say something. i don't wanna get caught up in the middle of it.

[givenmercy]

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[givenmercy]

i really want to get back into the hang of writing becca

[givenmercy]

@hcmmcrcd​  liked  this. (  a wild, master puzzle player becca appears!  )

an irritated  ❝  --  okay.  ❞   no, no, no, that simply won’t work. she’ll gladly swat his hand away, thank you very much. his mistake makes her fingers twitch, makes them  itch to begin the wonderful puzzle. first of all, everything needs to be color coordinated. it’s an image of a barn, open fields, various farm animals ; it’s drawn, cartoon style, and it caught her eye the moment they passed by.  she’s the one who had insisted they go into the toys-r-us. dark pieces are cornered off ; pieces of the dark roof of the barn, the black horses, the dark blue pick-up truck that’s near the farm’s home. it’s separated into lights and darks, then neutral colors. full focus, her gaze flickers like a broken street light, looking from piece to piece. she begins steadfast, taking a maximum of ten minutes to complete the puzzle.  ❝  the.. darks go together, then lights, and neutral colors. sometimes separate them by object, take all the corner pieces and put those in a pile..  ❞  she looks up to him for a moment, quickly looking away. she doesn’t prefer eye contact.  ❝  -- like a washing machine! ❞

[vhsmeme]

* apocalypse prompts

‘ wanna trade? ’

‘ nothing scares me anymore. ’

‘ i’ll gut you like a fish. ’

‘ we got a code around here. protect each other. ’

‘ aim for the head. ’

‘ i will crack your face in two, do you hear me? now shut up and get back to work. ’

‘ got a death wish? ’ 

‘ i lost someone, too. ’

‘ we need your help. ’

‘ but you’re just a kid. ’

‘ we need supplies. you coming? ’

‘ you took them away from me. my family. people i loved. ’

‘ sometimes, you have to do bad things to survive. ’

‘ i don’t sleep. ’

‘ have mercy! ’

‘ look, it was either him or me.’

‘ they turned. ’

‘ surrender and i might reconsider. ’

‘ get the fuck away from me. ’

‘ are we going to be okay? ’

‘ yeah, i’m a good shot. ’

‘ what do you want? ’

‘ why, that’s a gun pressed to the back of your head. rise and shine, sleeping beauty. ’

‘ you know how to use a gun? ’

‘ i told you to hide. this isn’t a game. people are going to die. ’

‘ we’ll bring them back home, somehow. ’

‘ they’re coming this way. ’

‘ hands up! ’

‘ what was it like? before the world changed? ’

‘ it’s a trap! ’

‘ they’re gone. ’

‘ i can’t walk. ’

‘ easy, easy. it’s only me. ’

‘ we need to keep moving. stay ahead of those things. ’

‘ get some rest. i’ll take the next watch. ’

‘ those things tore your friend apart. remember that. ’

[givenmercy]

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[victoryrifle]

Revil Week 2018 Day 4: Favorite Outfit worn by Alice

the red dress and leather boots + leather jacket

[residentevilsource]

[garboing]

The Fifth Element, 1997 | Luc Besson.

[night-dawn-day]

“Me, fifth element. Supreme being. Me protect you.”

[thequotejournals]

Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wnq-writers)

[vacancyprojects]

[poisonnightmares]

[givenmercy]

PRAISE HER

[weightofwar-a-blog]

she laughs and nothing has ever sounded so sweet. he comes to wonder what it would have been like if they had met before all of this. maybe life would’ve been more peaceful. but that doesn’t matter, because it’s peaceful for them right now, in this moment, and he just wants to cherish it. when she pulls him close and wraps underneath his coat, he presses his forehead against hers in silence, just the sound of rain pouring. he might love her.

[givenmercy]

she’s prayed endlessly to the sky for days like this. ones where she’s alert, she’s herself, she isn’t angry or aimlessly irritated ; she doesn’t feel like a child, she doesn’t forget how to do basic functions. she isn’t paranoid, she isn’t thinking about leon, seeing leon. what she sees is this man before her, one that’s taken care of her, one that hasn’t taken things she’s said or done too much to heart. it’s the first time she’s ever felt like something could be possible. she’s smiling up at him, nose tipping up to bump his own, & she can feel her heart racing.    ❝  i like the way you look at me.  ❞

[givenmercy]

a laugh, no, a squeal, & she pulls back from him only to be pulled back into his arms. it doesn’t occur to her that they need to keep quiet, all she knows is that she hasn’t felt this free since all of it started. she’s drenched in rain, eyes blurred, & she brings her hands up to cover her face to turn, facing him. she stuffs her face in his chest & moves her arms to snake around his waist beneath his coat.  /  @weightofwar

[truthlearned-deactivated2017052]

open starter.

               “—But that’s  illegal.”

[givenmercy]

“nah-uh -- no it’s not!  they put fruit out all the time & you can come by & take it.”  fruit stands are fair game, here. she's rather offended.

[talesofnorth]