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protector / protectee starters
“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”
“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”
“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”
“just be careful.”
“i’m always careful.”
“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”
“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”
“i won’t let them hurt you.”
“you can’t save me from this.”
“please try and stay out of trouble.”
“if anything happened to you…”
“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”
“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“this is the only way to keep you safe.”
“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”
“everywhere you go, i go.”
“it’s not your job to protect me.”
“it’s my job to protect you.”
“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”
“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”
“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”
“please come back in one piece.”
unaccustomed earth taken from the 2008 jhumpa lahiri book.
turn off the television, peanut.
got nowhere else to go.
don’t sit so close to the screen.
sweet pea, you cold?
okay, little guy, time for bed.
alone is good, too.
sorry about that.
everything okay?
these things take time.
it was another life, back then.
i’m sorry about earlier.
you’re the best.
have you eaten?
but this is your home, not mine.
i was about to get into my pajamas.
you said you wanted to rest.
look, i’m just trying to help.
you don’t have to make up your mind now. just promise you’ll think about it.
i’m not asking you to help. you don’t need to fix anything.
you’re going to get sick, always wandering outside like that.
i know that you aren’t happy, that this is hard for you.
what the fuck do you know?
i can’t keep fixing what’s wrong with this family.
my feet are killing me.
i listened to you. i was kind to you. i didn’t have to talk to you.
are you sure you’re okay?
according to majority in her environment, slightest sliver of KINDNESS is identical to irreparable WEAKNESS ; 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐘 ! in juvenile spite of her father’s clearly established set of DO’s and DO - NOT’s, the habit of kindness is an PRECARIOUS ONE to partake in. yet, albeit. she’ll always play the game ! ❝ i don’t want any trouble or anything ! here, uh . . you hungry ? ❞ she’s working like a fire in great efforts to find a beneficial and acceptable PEACE OFFERING, pale fingers retrieve a gift from an unkempt backpack. simple , of course , ( spolier : it’s a can of spaghetti . ) . and so , she rolls it to the boot of the stranger .
❝ see ? we’re friends . i’m judith ! i’m from a place nearby. i'm cool . . . nice ! you know ? good. 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 . you out here alone ? i’ve never met another girl. well, i’ve met other GIRLS , just , y’know. bigger girls. tall ones. hips. not me size. ❞
starter call , @grieforged . ♥
* STARTER CALL !!! ・゚゚・ like this thing for me to get creative and throw judy at you.
stuffed animal: *has fur covering its eyes*
me: *gently fixes it*
me: you can See
painted imagery designs itself from years of 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 and welded an odd idea of an ideal lifestyle it’s clear as anything . the good old days ! / policeman, firemen, disney world . ( 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. ) she’s missed that , PAINFULLY MELANCHOLY in hindsight . in absence of clearly established set of memories called 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 and 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 . ❝ hey ... jesus ? ❞ INTRIGUED GAZE FLITS ACROSS THE COVER OF A TIPPED OVER VEHICLE : bright picturesque colors, shapes of tweety birds and spongebobs . ❝ what’s ice cream ? ❞
starter call , @takenpeace . ♥
sorry i can’t relate to mean people. i can understand not being openly friendly but how can you go out of your way to actively be so mean….on purpose….for fun….aren’t u exhausted …
❝ no way ! ❞ a tongued whisper riddles through the corridor , gingerly, she raises the box brimmed with savory delight and likes of it : ( 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 ! ) to her nose and inhales . TRUTH IS , there is no spectacular scent to behold, save for the musty remnants of earth . 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ! ❝ come check it out ! get this , ❞ 𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃 ! : DRAMATIC THING / ; it’s a noun meaning judith. of course she pauses for the effect. ━━━ ❝ a whole box of chocolate . i mean .. JACKPOT RIGHT ? ❞ a hum in the back of her throat , a tuneless melody that slinks its way upward and spills without ceremony . –––––– it seems almost TOO EASY for this one to dissociate , distract from reality. AND MAYBE THAT’S FOR THE BEST . ❝ i know, i know ... thank me later. the kids’re gon’na get a real kick out’ta this , don’t you think ? ❞
starter call , @nonbite . ♥
i am so gentle and kind hearted
and stupid
quiet one.
“ YOU’RE MAD thinking you could ever save me. ”
❝ not mad ! ❞ a gentle correction, movement contained within the languid rise of a brow. she even smiles. doesn’t mean to look so cheeky, 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ––––– but it is much easier to permit its freedom than it is to 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋. fledgling rays of sunlight have coerced her. ❝ just determined. ❞ this is her niche, the soft and knowing fragility in every which way. ❝ you can talk about it, you know ... i’m a good talk-about-iter . ❞
“hey, hey—are you hurt?”
and in this tragedy, the likes of everything beelzebub touched and left to rot , cerulean pupils wet with tears 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐖, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓, a search through the executed . bodies about the street, crimson colorings mixed with grey tones of asphalt. now, there’s crying 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. she can hear it from the house, hidden within a closet door. midafternoon now whisked in the scent of gunpowder and flesh : paling skin accompanied by salt tears. at the sound of foot against wood outside her door is she 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍. trembling fingers against her mouth, whimpers. breathes. eyes shut. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. the door swings. ❝ dad ! ❞ and she lunges, arms about shoulders. ❝ i i didn’t know where you were , i thought something might’ve happened to you , I THOUGHT .. I THOUGHT ❞ proximity bred familiarity, ( stop, young one. take a breath. ) follows own direction, swallows. so, she burrows herself into protective grasp. ❝ i’m okay .. are you okay ? IS EVERYBODY OKAY ? ❞
last of us sentence starters. ‘ accepting.
My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.
i dont think ive ever shut up in my entire life
“ our luck had to run out sooner or later. ”
❝ SHOOT . ❞ offhand and unblithe ––––– one might even call it unorthodox, but the 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 that would usually twitter from her lips was wrought by an overarching frustration . it lingered long after the heavy supermarket door closed behind her . no safe food, no safe water, no nothing anywhere 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. ❝ oh, daryl ... i’m STARVING . ❞ stomach angry and furious , biting and baring . yearned the common life betwixt alexandrian walls in this regard . she retreated into the LABYRINTH OF HER THOUGHTS and mapped it for a while. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 , 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃. and there was nothing she could do . ❝ my stomach’s been .. GRRING all day . i’m probably gon’na eat myself ! ❞ a frown tugged at the corner of sanguine mouth . ❝ there’s gotta be something somewhere ... GOTTA BE. ❞
last of us sentence starters. ‘ accepting.
Evan Rachel Wood, Barefoot (2014)