[herstillness]

wanlidas·.

she finds comfort in her sister’s hand,  a reminder that no matter where they are,  she’s home as long as she’s with her.  it’s what’s always made her feel safe and made her feel like they’re going to be okay,  because at least they still have each other.  heavy head tilts up to look back at her,  her emotions worn heavily across her features  —-  a sight reserved only for her family.  she’s not afraid to break down in front of them;  she just tries not to,  because it feels so important to her to be connie’s clutch instead of the other way around  —-  even if it always is. 

she nods her head after a long moment.  part of her knows that she trusts them too,  she just needed to hear from connie  —-  she needed to know that connie,  who always seems to get to know people so well and so easily,  can find faith in all of this.  ❰  they’re not all bad,  ❱   she admits,  taking a deep breath and shaking her head.  ❰  i guess i’m just scared to believe in a place like this.  ❱    because it means that something good can be taken away,   just as it has been before.  ❰  —-   are you scared?  ❱   or is she hopeful?

scared  ?  she  was  terrified  .  she  woke  every  morning  thankful  nothing  happened  in  the  night  ,  thankful  she  wasn’t  running  in  the  forest  right  now  from  some  danger  ...  thankful  she  knew  where  her  sister  was  .  she  watches  her  sister  for  the  moment  ,  pondering  on  her  answer  ,  she  didn’t  wish  to  share  the  extend  of  her  fear  but  she  wanted  to  bullshit  her  .  kelly  would  see  through  that  .

        yes  i  am  .      she  admits  .     but  being  scared  is  a  sign  you  care  .   it’s  a  good  thing  .       if  they   didn’t  care  they  wouldn’t   feel  protective  over  this  place   ,  they  wouldn’t  be  scared  of  loosing  everything  all  of  again  .  seeing  her  sister  like  this  ,  conflicted  and  afraid  ,  it  tore  piece  of  connie  inside  her  .  knowing  she  felt  all  of  this  and  only  expressed  it  now .  she  pulled  her  sister  in  ,  wrapping  both  arms  around  her  ,  tightly  and  lovingly  .  with  her  finger  she  began  to  trace  words  on  her  back  ,  something  she  used  to  do  when  kelly  was  much  younger  .      L   -   O   -  V  -   E   -   U      she  spelled  as  she  held  her  sister  in  .

[herstillness]

t-chambler·.

Tara’s eyes dart down to the notepad once more and she stalled– and as if on cue her stomach gurgled, reminding Tara just how empty it truly was. The leader shook her head; it was a fair question, and she had a reasonable answer– it was just hard to display any form of fear- she didn’t want those around her to latch onto that energy, so it just seemed easier to push it further and further down inside of herself– she needed her people to feel STRONG. Careful, but strong. If she began to show any signs of doubt, everything she had worked so hard to build could crumble withing an instant. 

Tara tapped the words ‘haven’t been’ with the pad of her forefinger. Then she allows her gaze to pull back up to meet Connie’s. Tara almost looked like an empty shell- the weight of keeping everyone safe had been weighing on her– she just kept pushing herself, but she was afraid that soon there would be nothing left to give. “Just keep thinking about that girl, you know? Lydia.” She let out a big exhale and glanced over her shoulder, making sure unwanted ears were listening. “I want her safe. But–” And here was what was truly weighing on her mind. “Her mom–” A sigh. “I’m scared.” Her glance faltered to the side, with a look of shame- as if what she had just admitted was a BAD thing. “Need to keep everyone safe.” A hand cupped over Connie’s shoulder gently. “That includes you. So, please- eat.”

she  sees  her  begin  to  crack  ,  the  look  of  someone  who  has  tried  for  too  long  .  she  remembers  seeing  tara  for  the  first  time  ,  then  remembers  her  look  when  they  brought  that  man  ..  jesus  ...  back  .  she  changed  instantly  ,  she  became  a  leader  without  asking  ,  connie  wished  she  knew  her  before  this  ..  before  all  of  this  .

when  tara’s  gaze  dropped  connie  was  quick  to  pull  herself  to her  feet  from where  she  had  been  sitting  .  both  hands  place  on  tara’s  shoulder  ,  a  attempt  to  give  her  comfort as  she  speaks  to  connie  ,  to  show  her  she  was  not  allow  and  her  fears  were  not  invalid  .       𝒘𝒆  𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  .     she  writes  and  shows  her   ,  clasping  her  fists  together  with  thumbs  sticking  out   .       together  .      she  motions  to  her  and  mouths  the  word  so  she  could  understand  her  .  she  speaks  of  lydia’s  mum  ,  connie  remembers  her  ,  ordering  that  women  to  leave  her  baby  to  die  on  the  ground  .  she  remembers  the  look  she  gave  connie  as  she  ran  from  the  bushes  to  save  it  ,  she’ll always  remember  that  .

     𝒊'𝒍𝒍  𝒆𝒂𝒕  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒚𝒐𝒖  .   𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍  ?      she  offers  her  a  smile   ,  connie  wasn’t  hungry  enough  to  seek  out  food  on  her  own  but  she  sees  tara  need  the  comfort  and  the  companionship  .

[herstillness]

saviormatriarch‌.

        SURPRISE?                She  smiles  at  the  mere  suggestion,  peering  through  the  bars  that  keep  them  separated.  It’s  impossible  not  to  feel  some  kinda  fondness  for  Connie.  She holds  herself  with  such  admirable  traits.  THE  KIND  THAT  SO  MANY  OTHERS  HAVE  LET  THE  OUTBREAK  STEAL  FROM  THEM.  She’s  brave.  Generous.  CONSIDERATE.  She  cares.  Enough  that  she  spends  time  down  here  with  Lucille,  a  prisoner,  rather  than  up  there  with  her  friends.  She  knows  her  husband’s  crimes  are  still  infamous  among  the  settlements,  but  it  doesn’t  ever  seem  to  deter  this  one  person.  ‘ Not  surprise, ’  the  fallen  Savior  speaks,  careful  to  pronounce  each  word  to  make  them  readable.  ‘  MORE  AWE.  I  am  in  constant  awe.  Guests  aren’t  something  I’m  accustomed  to. ’  She  imagines  most  who  meet  her  friend  are.  Hand  reaches  for  pad  and  Lu  scribbles  the  rest  down,  passing  it  through  the  gaps.  THERE  ARE  MANY  WHO  WOULDN’T  SHOW  ME  SUCH  KINDNESS.                          THANK  YOU.  She  doesn’t  get  a  lot  of  visitors.  Doesn’t  blame  them  either.  Connie’s  presence  doesn’t  just  inspire  Lucille,  it  keeps  her  sane  too. 

these  people  are  uneasy  around her  ,  understandably  from  the  stories  she’s   heard  passed  around  ,  but  to  connie  ...   they  were  just  stories  .  like  the  bogyman  ,  but  she  sees  no  monster  here      --    cannot  imagine  the  women  before  her  doing  the  things  others  claim  she  has  done  .  perhaps  that  was  why  so  many  warned  connie  again  .  but  ,  for  now  ,  there  were  bars  between  them  ,  guards  on  the  other  side  of  the  exit  ,  safety  was  a  lie  (  connie  had  learned  that  )  but  what  she  felt  now  came  a  little  bit  close  .

          𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  𝒔𝒂𝒚  𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚      she  writes  ,  jokingly  ,  as  she  smile  towards  her  .  but  it  wasn’t  a  joke  ,  her  sister  had  asked  her  to  stay  away  ..  daryl  too  .        𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒊'𝒍𝒍  𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔      she  adds  ,  her  smile  growing  .  she  had  come  to  enjoy  these  chats  ,  appreciate  them  ,  new  people  were  rare    ..   new  companionship  .    she  flips  through  her  pad  ,  to  a  previous  page  she  had  shown  the  women  before  ..  one  she  shows  her  every  time  .   𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅  𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  ?

[herstillness]

heforges‌.

         he’d  only  ever  seen  one  person  before  use  sign  language,  and  it  hadn’t  even  been  someone  he’d  known.  he  remembers  the  pair,  father  and  daughter  in  the  grocery  store.  he’d  been  young,  and  he  remembers  being  perplexed  at  what  they  were  doing,  their  hands  looked  like  they  were  dancing.  his  mother  told  him  not  to  stare,  that  some  people  talked  with  their  hands  because  they  couldn’t  hear. 

wishing  he  knew  how  to  say  i  bet,  or  that  he  too  carried  around  a  paper  or  marker  to  communicate  he  nods,  speaking  the  words  anyway,  “  I  bet. ”  and  he  wonders  if  she  is  completely  deaf  to  the  world,  or  if  she could  hear  somethings.  he  doesn’t  understand  how  it  works,  never  had  a  reason  to  learn.  “  I’m  sorry  I  don’t  know  any,  or  – ”  he  gestures  around  him,  turning  his  face  away  from  her,  not  realizing  that  she  couldn’t  read  lips  she  couldn’t  see.   “  most  people  here  for  that  matter. ”

she  sees  the  look  in  him  ,  the  look  most  people  give  her  before  they  know  her  .  not  sympathy  or  pity  ,   but  just  the  look  of  being  unsure  how  to  communicate  ..   to  fully  get  there self  across  .  when  he  turns  ,  his  lips  hidden  from  her  view  ,  she pulls  her  notepad  out  ..  writing  quickly  before  tapping  his  shoulder  to  get  his  attention  once  more  .         𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕  𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒊𝒇  𝒊  𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕  𝒔𝒆𝒆  𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓  𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔  .       she  shows  him  ,  hands  motion  to  her  eyes  then  to  his  lips  .

she  flips  to  a  new  page  and  writes      𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕  𝒃𝒆  𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚  𝒊  𝒄𝒂𝒏  𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒚𝒐𝒖    some  words  she  cannot  read  ,  some  words  require  here  to  get  the  person  to  write  it  down  ,  but  he  did  not  need  to  know  that  .  not  until  his  lips  were  unclear  to  her  .  a  smile  peaked  on  the  edges  of  her  lips  ,  playfully  .       𝒊𝒕'𝒔  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕  𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒎𝒆         she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side  ,  brows  raise  jokingly  ,  her  attempt  to  bring  a  light  on  whatever  discomfort  he  might  feel  speaking  to  her  .        i  could  be  saying  anything  .      she  motions  with  her  hands  ,  a  stern  look  on  her  features  before  she  lets  out  a  huff  of  a  laugh  .

[herstillness]

buildhope·.

it’s moments like these he’s so thankful that his mother had taught him the language when he was younger.  it’s always been important for alden to be able to communicate with as many people as he can,  and seeing the smile on connie’s face when he seems to impress her makes him feel so warm.  he barely knows her,  but she seems to radiate warmth.  these are the kind of people alden wants to surround himself with  —-  they’re the kind of people he hopes find a real home in hilltop and become part of this community that alden loves so much.

he grins back at her,  a small chuckle falling from his lips as he nods.  ❰  i believe it.  now i’m craving some myself,  ❱   he teases.  it’s not often that he dwells on the things they don’t have anymore,  but something about learning about this piece of her life makes him wish they could have it.  he looks down at his work and smiles,  shaking his head.  ❰  i didn’t know how to do it myself until a few years ago.   never really liked weapons until they became essential.   what’s your pick?  ❱   he wants to know what kind of weapons she’s comfortable with  —-  mostly,  because he wants to know if there’s anything he can help her with.  

there’s  a  sadness  that  she  feels  sting  her  heart   ...  when  he  says  weapons  became  essential  .  she  knows  it  to  be  true  but  it  wasn’t  just  because  of  the  dead  that  they  became  necessary  .  her  eyes  blink  ,  batting  away  the  memory  of  her  own  training  in  weaponry  ..  never  did  she believe  she  would  learn  to  use  a  knife  like  she  had  ,  or  even  pick  up   a  slingshot  .   she  extended  her  thumb  and  little  finger   with  one  hand  and  with  the other  made  a   pulling  back  motion  with  a  questionably  proud  look  on  her  features  .       slingshot  .       it  wasn’t  enough  to  take  out  a  human  ,  maybe  give  them  a  nasty  bruise  ,  but  it  was  enough  to  break  through  the  now  soft  skull  of  the  dead

       it’s  quiet  and  i  can  keep  my  distance  .      she  motions  ,   explaining  her  own  pick  of  weapons  .   she  used  guns  once  but  their  dangerous  for  all  in  the  group  ,  the  noise  ,  the  constant  need  for  ammo   ...  her  slingshot  allowed  her  to  use  nature’s  ammunition  .  

[honeyboychangbin]

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

[herstillness]

i  just  found  out  connie  is  5ft 2   ....  an d  ... i   .. she Baby.

[herstillness]

𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔’  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚  !

thank  you  ,  thank  you  ,  thank  you  !  the  welcome  me  &  connie  have  received  has  been  so  heart  warming  i  would  like  to  give  back  to  you  wonderful  people  in  the  way  i  know  how    ..   by  making  things !  1  -  3  winners  ,  depending  on  the  number  of  entries   ,  winner(s)  will  receive  a  promo  image  ,  a  mobile  banner  &  post  banners  !   (  MY  STUFF  EXAMPLES  )  this  giveaway  is  for  followers  only  ,  likes  and  reblogs  count  ..  end  sunday  the  12th  of  april  .  thank  you  ,  again ,  for  your  love  and  support  .

[herstillness]

peacefulapostle·.

@herstillness··  || TWD STARTER

        ❝  you look like you’ve come a long way  .  ❞ he says  ,  smile warm and welcoming  .  his gates open for MOST as long as he can get a read on them  .  one lone woman out there all alone  ??  anything could have happened to her  ,  but its obvious how STRONG of a woman stands in front of him  .  almost as if GOD led her there himself  .  divine protection at its finest  .  ❝  my name is paul seed  .   welcome to cascade hills  .  ❞

lonesome  ,  lost   ...  a  long  way  .  careful  eyes  watch  him  for  a  moment  ,  watch  the  area  around  her  .  she  took  a  long  pause  to  stare  ,  in  awe  ,  to  attempt  to  take  it  all   in   .  she  watches  his  mouth  as  he  speaks  trying  to  take  in  the  words  but  with  her  thoughts  pilling  in  her  mind  like  waves  against  rocks  ,  his  words  are  almost  lost  to  her   .

she  touches  her  chin  with  all  her  finger  tips  then  lowers  her  palm  ,  mouthing  the  words  she  just  gestured  to  him     thank  you   .      unknowing  to  her  if  he  could  understand  her  ,  her  language  ,  but  the  simple  gesture  was  enough  to  make  him  understand  the  way  she  spoke  .

[constellationsoftears-deactivat]

“Who’s gonna take care of you if I can’t interpret?” “Who’s gonna take care of me? Please. We got this.”

[herstillness]

boltborn·.

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍  something  new  after  all  this  time.  daryl  thought  his  ability  to  survive  was  just  that  –  living  one  day  to  the  next.  he  didn’t  believe  that  learning  was  still  an   option.  the  last  time  he  tried  opening  a  book,  it  was  used  against  him  as  a  weapon  for  punishment   (   TRYIN’  T’LEARN   DARLENE?   ).   yet  here  he  was,  learning  another  language  essentially  ;  talking  with  your  hands  –  truthfully,  they  should  have  been  doing  this  years  ago.  hand  signals  were  one  thing,  but  to  talk  whole  sentences  with  just  your  hands  in  a  world  where  silence  meant  everything?  it  was  vital.  

“  𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐒.  𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄?  “   his  inadequacy  was  showing,  not  that  he  minded,  but  he  felt  a  little  lost  with  the  different  motions  and  what  they  meant.  practice  led  to  perfection,  but  that  didn’t  mean  his  ears  would  flush  with  embarrassment   when  he’d  mess  up  on  something.  he  tried  again. 

𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐀  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐈𝐒  thumb,  index,  and  middle  finger  and  swiped  across  his  chest :  WE.  and  then  he  pinched  his  index  and  thumb  with  both  his  hands,  while  the  rest  of  his  fingers  extended  up,  and  then  made  a  single  circular  motion  before  him  with  both  hands :  FAMILY.  every  move  he  made  was  loose  and  filled  with  hesitation,  he  looked  at  connie  awaiting  her  approval.  daryl  was  getting  good  at  reading  her  smiles  now.  she  was  either  going  to  smile  at  him  proudly  or  smile  sympathetically.     /     @herstillness·

an  escaped  huff  of  amusement  escaped  her  slightly  cracked  lips  ,  his  frustration  in  himself  gave  her  the  sting  of  fun  in  her  guts  .   not  aimed  to  tease  his  attempts  in  any  way  .  she  sees  his  words  ,  sees  the  curves  of  his  lips   move  with  his  accent  ,  see  his  concentration  and  sees  himself  begin  to  flush    ...  presumably  from  his  own  irritation  .  but  she  shifted  to  watch  him  again  ,  confident  that  he  understood  it  ,  his  fingers  just  sometimes  didn’t  do  what  he  willed  them  to  do  .  his  first  movement  ,  we  ,  she  understood  ..  offering  him  a  small  nod  of  accurate   .

the  next  word  ,  the  one  he  struggled  on  .  her  gaze  flickered  from  the  quiver  of  his  hands  ..  hesitating  and  unsure  ,  to  the  focus  in  his  eyes  .  she  admired  it  ,  recognised  it   .  but  he  did  it  !  communicated  the  word  clear  enough  (  his  finger  still  curved    ;   adding  his  own  characteristics  to  the  motion  )  her  body  jolted  back  with  exaggerated  joy  ,  a  proud  smile  created  on  her  features  .  with  both  hands  she  touched  her  index  finger  to  her  thumb  ,  motioning  and  mouth  the  word      perfect  .      she  didn’t  understand  why  he  wished  to  learn  ,  she  wouldn’t  ask  either  ,  but  she  was  grateful  to  have  someone  to  make  an  effort  with  it  ,  with  her  .  her  smile  not  only  grew  with  his  correct  motions  but  as  hope  was  felt  in  her  being   ..   there  were  still  good  people  in  this  world  ,  and  she  had  found  once  .

she  raised  her  notepad  that  was  placed  beside  her  ,  using  it  on  occasion  to  get  words  across  better  with  him  .  she  flicked  a  couple  of  pages  back  ,  to  something  she  wrote  not  long  again  .        𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏  ?      she  showed  him  ,  beckoning  her  to  show  her  again    .  but  she  began  writing  something  else  ,   holding  the  page  a  way  he  can  see  the  words  as  she  writes  .        𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆  .        

[herstillness]

❛ that’s not happening, alright? not on my watch. ❜ @boltborn​

eyes  focused  on  his  mouth  as  he  spoke  ,  wide  eyes  to  to  almost  squints  as  she  creates  the  sentence  in  her  mind  .  she  had  motioned  that  she  was  going  off  on  her  own    ;    that  people  were  going  to  die  if  they  weren’t  fast  enough ,  it  was  quicker  to  search  that  way   ..   less  smart  ,  yes  .   the  tense  forest  was  heighten   ,  the  threat  of  the  dead  and  the  living  was  screaming  at  every  turn  .  but  they  were  getting  nowhere  together  .  she  didn’t  wish  to  leave  him    (   he  watched  her  back  and  she  watched  his    ;     the  silent  deal .  )  .   her  lips  pressed  together  with  a  shake  of  her  head  ,  she  hadn’t  expected  his  protest  .

     i’ll  be  fine  .     she  motions  to  him    ,   finger  stretched  out  so  her  motions  were  clear   --   her  way  of  talking  louder  .      they  might  not  be  .      he  had  gotten  better  at  signing  ,  learning  things  she  didn’t  show  him  ,  surprising  her  with  every  gesture  .   

[herstillness]

‘ i guess being lonely fits me . ’ @storymade​

her  lips  pressed  together  ..  disappointment  ,  not  in  the  girl  before  her  but  that  connie  can  see  she  believes  her  words  her  true  .  that  she  world  had  beaten  her  down  enough  to  believe  it  .  that  her  mind  had  accepted  it  enough  to  trust  it  .  she  places  a  hand  on  her  upper  arm  ,  an  attempt  to  grab  her  attention  as  she  pulls  her  notepad  from  her  pockets  and  begins  to  write  .

'𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚'  𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕  𝒇𝒊𝒕  𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆        she  continues  .        𝒊𝒕  𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔  𝒕𝒐  𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆         she  showed  her  ,  making  motions  as  to  wipe  something  off  of  her  .  she  felt  it  before  ,  the  shadow  they  called  loneliness  ,  before  the  world  changed  ,  before  kelly  and  herself  stuck  together  .  its  consuming  ,  its  believable  ,  it’s  a  disease  with  an  unknown  cure  .

[terrifiesthem]

Netflix’s The Punisher Sentence Starters (pt 1)

❛ whatever it is you’re looking for … i’m not it. ❜

❛ books are great, but they don’t hold all the answers. ❜

❛ happy is a kick in the balls waiting to happen. ❜

❛ you got half a life left to live, my friend. ❜

❛ you see, what worries me the most is that you’ve been in a hole so long that it’s become home. ❜

❛ wow. that was sexist, racist, and demeaning all of my abilities all in one sentence. ❜

❛ what time is it? ❜

❛ you brought this on yourself! ❜

❛ don’t you ever say that again. you got that? ❜

❛ you’re not the only ghost in this town. ❜

❛ truth is … i was past caring. ❜

❛ holy shit. ❜

❛ what the hell, why not? ❜

❛ you’re still all heart, huh? ❜

❛ drink? ❜

❛ been flirting with the idea of going full man-bun. ❜

❛ i’ll keep that in mind. ❜

❛ i wanna help, but not if it’s gonna get someone killed. ❜

❛ you think you’re okay and then something just brings it all back. ❜

❛ i don’t know if i would kiss him or slap him. ❜

❛ don’t even think about it. ❜

❛ tonight’s the night you’re gonna die. ❜

❛ never off-duty, huh? ❜

❛ i’m calling the shots now. ❜

❛ you need me! ❜

❛ you always talk this much? ❜

❛ piece of shit. ❜

❛ now all you got is the nightmare. ❜

❛ you want me to tell you it’s okay so that if this all blows up, it won’t be your fault. ❜

❛ you always were good at putting people back together. ❜

❛ i know that it makes it easier for you if you make me the enemy, but i’m not. ❜

❛ you are shitting me. ❜

❛ shit you not. ❜

❛ i dream, i see that guy. ❜

❛ what the hell is it that you do anyways? ❜

❛ hey, you shut your mouth. ❜

❛ you don’t know shit. ❜

❛ looks to me like we’re hiding evidence. ❜

❛ and now you’re closing yourself off, find it hard to trust people. ❜

❛ i’m the best. others will let me down. ❜

❛ i didn’t have a choice. ❜

❛ i could have killed you. ❜

❛ and you don’t find that kinda scary? ❜

❛ why don’t you sit down? ❜

❛ i don’t do partners. ❜

❛ you ever think about, maybe, quality over quantity? ❜

❛ god made me this way for a reason, bro. ❜

❛ i think this is a trap. ❜

❛ i think if we do this, men are gonna die. ❜

❛ you just don’t bleed out, you hear me? ❜

❛ what’d you say? ❜

❛ i cannot let you do that. ❜

❛ god damn it. ❜

❛ the hell is that? ❜

❛ you wanna go up against him/her/them with a pink ruger and no ammo? ❜

❛ grow up. ❜

❛ that’s not happening, alright? not on my watch. ❜

❛ what if we got you a little pair of green tights and a pointy cap with a feather in it? ❜

❛ don’t bother me. ❜

❛ want me to leave? ❜

❛ tough guy, huh? ❜

❛ i’m useless. ❜

❛ did i get anything right? ❜

❛ it was good. i just made it better. ❜

❛ turns out i suck at guitar. ❜

❛ that’s what joe did. don’t be like joe. ❜

❛ what, are you gonna puke? ❜

❛ you sure about this? ❜

❛ it’s nothing. i’m fine. ❜

❛ please don’t do this. ❜

❛ i can’t do this. ❜

❛ pissed off beats scared every time. ❜

❛ what did i do? i got my hands … i got my hands dirty, you piece of shit! ❜

❛ you stay out of my way. ❜

[herstillness]

gothamsbadge·.

Daryl hadn’t been one for school not ever. So when he found a book of sign it shocked him how bad he wanted to learn it. He liked his new friend and wanted to get to know her better. One way was being able to talk to her without writing everything down. She deserved that from him to at least try. While he didn’t know it all he learned enough to hold a conversation with her most days. 

Today however he was all ready to tell her exactly what he had planned. Looking at her all serious he started to sign that he was going on a run if she wanted to come. He just wasn’t sure if he asked her to go on a run or to kiss.. Sometimes he still got things a bit backward.

she  see’s  him   trying  ,  see’s  him  think  deeply  before  motioning  his  movements  to  her  .  unknown  to  her  how  he  was  learning  the  motions  to  speak  to  her  in  ,  he  hadn’t  asked  her  for  help  and  she  was  sure  she  hadn’t  signed  most  of  this  to  him  before  ,  but  she  was  thankful  ..  the  mystery  would  reveal  itself  one  day  .  she  understood  him  ,  mainly  though  his  lips  still  ,  his  movements  where  mumbled  and  he  said  used  the  word  which  in  stead  of   run  but  she  understood  him  .  she  didn’t  want  to  correct  him  ..  not  when  she  sees  how  hard  he  tries  .

her  lips  rolled  in  amusement  as  he  asked  ,  glad  she  made  her  way  over  to  him  in  the  first  place  .  she  needed  to  go  out  ,  seeing  something  else  for  a  moment  .  she  nodded  .      where  were  you  going  ?    she  asked  ,  motions  slower  and  mouthing  the  words  to  help  him  understand  ..  but  her  notepad  was  to  hand  if  he  needed  it  .

[herstillness]

shefiights·.

forgiveness had been what she wanted was it not?  or perhaps not total forgiveness, but a certain understanding.  she didn’t want to be hated, to be looked at like a monster.  the way yumiko had.  even if she deserved such emotion it’s not what she wanted to experience.

‘ thank you.  you have every right to be angry at me for what i did…  but still, thank you.  it means a lot. ’  manages to sign back before she’s being pulled in for a hug.  carol gratefully accepts it, letting arms curl around her shoulders.  and damn it, she starts to cry.  so tired of crying all the time, but emotions continue to get the better of her.  tears slide down her cheeks only to drop onto the fabric of her friends shirt.  pulls back slowly, eyes still tearful, but with a smile on her face.

‘ sorry i’m such a mess. ’

she  feels  her  friend’s  body  begin to  jolt  ,  to  move  in  a  way  that  was  familiar  to  him  .  kelly  also  moved  this  way  when  she would  cry  on  her  sister’s  shoulder  .  her  grip  against  carol  only  tighten  ,  an  attempt  to  tell  her  friend  that  she  was  here  ..  here  with  her  .  as  she  pulled  back  connie  places  a  soft  hand  against  the  cheek  of  carol’s  ,  another  reminded  that  she  was  with  her  in  this  moment  .     you’re  not  that  much  of  a  mess  .

she  joked  with  her  ,  offering  amusement  to  see  a  smile  appear  on  carol’s  features  .  she  wiped  what  tears  she  saw  away  with  her  fingers  .  the  breeze  around  them  dancing  between  the  two  ,  the  colder  chills  threatening  the  idea  of  autumn  once  again  .  the  winter  was  safer  ,  the  sickos  froze  ,  but  the  winter  was  deadlier   ..   the  chill  would  freeze  them  too  .       i  don’t  hate  you  .     she  added  .      what  you  did  .  trying  to  take  out  the  herd  ,  it  was  smart  .    maybe  not  the  smartest  time  or  place  but  we  were  all  thinking  about  it  .      she  feels  a  peace  as  she  moves  her  hands  freely  ,  at  her  own  pace  ,  knowing  carol  will  understand  .  she  remembered  the  look   on  everyone’s  face  when  kelly  found  the  dynamite   .   if  everyone  wasn’t  so  scared  (  for  their  life  and  being  blown  up  )  perhaps  a  plan  would  have  been  made  to  take  out  what  herd  they  could  ..  another  time  ,  another  place.

[haidreina-deactivated20201102]

       what  are  you  most  afraid  of  ?  let  your  fears  become  clear  to  you.  you  are  concerned  about  your  SURVIVAL,  but  you  must  surrender  those  fears.  independent  kelly  from  amc’s  the  walking  dead.  show  &  headcanon  based.  loved  by  sera.