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example: if you send me ♬ 7, i’ll put my itunes on shuffle, skip forward seven songs and use my favorite lyric from that song.

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OONA / LUCA / LEE

#( ☆ OOC. / MEME. )

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#( ☆ IC. / CHARACTER STUDY. )

* --- eudaimcnia.

“If I could predict rotters, I’d rule the world, little miss.” His tone wasn’t malicious or jabbing, simply straight to the point, as he focused on the pounding in his head. “I’m sure they’ll find something else to chase in a few hours or hopefully their bodies will finally deteriorate, the fuckers.” He snort chuckles, now picking his gaze to the girl in front of him. “You got any friends nearby you can crash with?”

friends ? oona barely has herself. ❝ no , it’s just me. ❞ it’s always just her. ❝ i need . . . i really need to get back there. ❞ panic begins to set in , green eyes bright and wide as her breathing quickens and her heart begins to pound. ❝ what am i going to do ? ❞

#( ☆ black words in golden speech. / narrative. )#( ☆ narrative. / eudaimcnia. )

somemusiings

I got my mother’s good looks & my father’s GREAT RAGE

#( ☆ IC. / INSPIRATION. )#( ☆ IC. / MUSINGS. )

thebookmarkedone

Gravel to Tempo // Hayley Kiyoko

#( ☆ IC. / INSPIRATION. )#( ☆ IC. / AESTHETIC. )#i wanna say i'm just a little stuck on queue

sstyles

#( ☆ IC. / ISMS. )

thequotejournals

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via wordsnquotes)

#mobile tag.

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#( ☆ IC. / AUDIO. )

* — eudaimcnia.

“No, I’m not praying..” Jack sighed, his hand folded in front of him. He was waiting for the moment to pass, could feel the pounding in his chest and the straining in his temples. The headache had hit hard after narrowly escaping the hoard and he could tell the dehydration was getting to him. “Just catching my breath. Don’t go far south from here, darlin’– shit ton of walkers.”

there’s something akin to disappointment that falls across her features as the man speaks. ❝ oh . . . ❞ the word comes out in a breath , lungs emptying and refilling in shallow intervals. ❝ do you -- you think they’ll leave soon ? i need to go home. ❞

#( ☆ IC. / NARRATIVE. )

littlelovelymemes

* — — VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘ when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES! ’ ‘ can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!! ’ ‘ go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick ’ ‘ you better stop! biTCH STOP ’ ‘ do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on ’ ‘ what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘ it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party ’ ‘ anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce? ’ ‘ I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH ’ ‘ BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT ’ ‘ and they were roommates! ’ ‘ oh my god, they were roommates ’ ‘ oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife ’ ‘ this bitch empty YEET!!!! ’ ‘ WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE ’ ‘ THEY ARE MY CROCS ’ ‘ bitch disgusting ’ ‘ yeaaah. yeAAAAAH. ’ ‘ so no head? ’ ‘ THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU! ’ ‘ i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it. ’ ‘ ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this ’ ‘ aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant! ’ ‘ what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker ’ ‘ give me my hat back, jordan! ’ ‘ do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!? ’ ‘ i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?! ’ ‘ look at all those chickens ’ ‘ i smell like beef ’ ‘ i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room ’ ‘ actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids. ’ ‘ is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book ’ ‘ mom, i’m peein on myself ’ ‘ sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch ’ ‘ honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then ’ ‘ I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH! ’ ‘ just shut up and die slowly, okay? ’ ‘ two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay! ’ ‘ mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick! ’ ‘ i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO ’ ‘ you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened ’ ‘ if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand ’ ‘ i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES ’ ‘ waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read ’ ‘ whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE ’ ‘ oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT ’ ‘ is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!! ’ ‘ yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon ’ ‘ it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH ’ ‘ there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child! ’ ‘ get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado ’ ‘ *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin ’ ‘ hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow ’ ‘ babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you ’ ‘ todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP. ’ ‘ whAT’S UP FUCKERS ’ ‘ FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY ’ ‘ he needs some milk! ’ ‘ you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie ’ ‘ yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY ’ ‘ oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up! ’ ‘ hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside ’ ‘ honey, you got a big storm comin ’ ‘ i wanna fucking DIE ’ ‘ road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does ’ ‘ the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing ’ ‘ welcome back to me screaming ’ ‘ you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck! ’ ‘ do you ever shut the fuck up? ’

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OONA / LUCA

#( ☆ OOC. / MEME. )

* ----- judithknox.

the moment judith hears the voice, she whips around, heart hammering in her chest. how did she not notice the girl? yet, there she is, the blonde looking worse for wear. her group has been the victim of this little trick before. someone goes out to lure unsuspecting survivors, playing on morals that pertain to a world now dead and overrun, and those acting out of kindness get looted and robbed..or worse.

“ where is the rest of your group? ” her gaze flits around, waiting for movement or signs of an ambush but all is still. “ why are you out here like this at night? ”

❝ i don’t have a group. ❞ oona has always been a solitary person ; the outbreak didn’t change that. instead , she wanders , a vagabond , hoping to survive on sheer willpower and heart. ❝ i . . . i was hungry and my apartment . . . i ate the last of my the other day and i haven’t found more since. it was this or s t a r v e. ❞ not prone to lying , but never exactly telling the truth : little white lies , harmless & helpful to her own self.

#( ☆ IC. / NARRATIVE. )

* ----- gcrhvd.

soft, light blue hues kept on the other blonde as it seemed she had to t h i n k it over — and opal-fae isn’t INNOCENT, but she doesn’t let that stop her from offering another person HELP if they so n e e d e d it. brows arched at her final answer and the tall blonde slowly n o d d e d her head. ❛ o-okay, well, if you want you can come inside? or… i can bring something out to you? ❜ was she SAFE out here? the first movement she’d caught in miles was h e r s… probably. nearly her ENTIRE camp was inside ; the girl might PANIC being in the middle of that many people and that REALIZATION alone was what made her consider an a l t e r n a t i v e option.

A SOCIAL BUTTERFLY , SHE ISN’T ; she much prefers to keep to herself but green hued eyes scan the other blonde , judging her character quietly. ❝ i . . . can i come in ? ❞ it’s cold & she’s shivering. it’s not a time to deny hospitality -- not if she wishes to make it through the night. ❝ if -- if that’s alright , i mean ? ❞

#( ☆ IC. / NARRATIVE. )

* ----- gcrhvd.

well, that’s a sight. opal-fae lowered her sniper and looked to find just what she’d seen through the s c o p e — a small blonde in the distance. concerned eyes f a s t e n e d on her expression and she moved to stand from her place just off of the cheyenne state capitol’s grounds to get a better look as it s e e m e d she was headed her way. ❛ …o-of course. ❜ she returned hastily to her question, swinging the gun over her shoulder and taking a few steps closer with a kind if not s k i n n y hand held out for the other blonde to place her’s in. ❛ we have food and medical supplies inside… are you hurt? or hungry? ❜

HURT OR HUNGRY ? are those her only two options ? regardless of the latter being true , she doesn’t admit to her weaknesses readily ; even if she is desperate. she nearly declines despite having asked for help to begin with , but the rumbling in her belly prevents her from doing so. ❝ i . . . well , i suppose some food wouldn’t hurt. ❞

#( ☆ IC. / NARRATIVE. )#i wanna say i'm just a little stuck on queue

Oona Sayers’ demeanor has not changed in twenty-one years : a stern child , a stern adult. She smiles often , nervously , but genuine ones are rare. Instead she p o u t s , eyes lowered to the ground and away from the world she claims to hate. Her brother was the opposite , always a pearly smile & a kind word for those around him – it was all an act. Underneath , he was just like her. She misses him some days , regrets leaving him behind . . . other days she’s glad he’s not here with her ( taking care of herself is hard enough ).

She thinks about him as she walks , following the grooves of a well worn path ; she knows it’s not safe to travel alone at night , but really , does she have any choice ? She’s nearly home when she spots a figure in the shadows , one whom she can only hope is alive. But she’s hungry , low on supplies , and desperate. She approaches the figure cautiously , head tilted forward until she begins to speak. ❝ Ex-excuse me ? Can you help me ? ❞

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#( ☆ IC. / LOCATIONS. )

unfatcd.

@laudations

there was nothing that clara saw as a bigger waste of time than socializing with the nobility. she didn’t mean to insult her own family’s social class but after becoming queen, she realized that they almost always try to suck up to her. it was always the same families trying to get in her good graces, too. she pretends to listen, of course, as one of them speaks of how worried everyone was when she began making less public appearances and had her advisers hold court on her behalf. they say they worried that she was victim to the same illness that their king had been. she smiles gracefully, thanks them for their concern and assures them that the illness she had was much less life-threatening. though she knows that these same people are the ones who spread rumours that tarnish her image, that say she is responsible for the death of her dearly beloved. they wouldn’t admit it, of course. that was the game. but none of them compared to how well clara played. she sat on the throne, after all.

even after months away from the nobles, clara recognized them all as the same few who came prior to her disappearance to butter up the queen, as if doing so actually gave them some kind political gain. there was one face, however, that she did not recognize. a visitor from another house, perhaps? she (gladly) excused herself from the lords and ladies surrounding her to approach the stranger. “you are not from imber, my lady. may i ask where you come from?”

oriana powlette is far from nobility. the daughter of a seamstress and a carpenter , she does her best to disguise her lack of n o b l e blood. fine dresses and glittering jewelry ( all from the marriage her parents arranged ) does a lot to cover her mud sodden roots. blonde locks fall across her shoulders , bustle high as she approaches. she looks the part , if nothing else , and it masks her rebel blood.

❝ you’ve CAUGHT me. ❞ a sly smile begins to spread across plump lips , green eyes hovering over the royal figure before bending at the knees in respect. ❝ i’ve come from littus , ma’am . . . excuse my intrusion , i didn’t intend to disturb your . . . party. forgive me. ❞

#i'm so bad at matching length rifp #( ☆ IC. / NARRATIVE. )#i wanna say i'm just a little stuck on queue

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