FUBAR

The new men flooded in – young men, like you – and they were all saluting me, wanting me to tell them what to do. I could see the fear in their eyes. They acted as if I knew something about war that was classified. They thought I could keep them ALIVE. I couldn't, of course.

[tylerposey]

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WHAT DO YOU THINK OF CASSIE? -TOTALLY NOT CASSIE-

“She’ll be the death of me. I’m looking forward to the day she pickpockets someone she can’t run away from.”

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What is your relationship with Rhett?

“I love that guy. ”

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samuelclarke:

“Not a medical one- well, not a qualified one anyway. But I was well trained to deal with a lot before all of this,” he replied. “You want me to take a look for you?”

“That’s good enough for me.” If only high school prepared kids for the apocalypse, then there would be more people roaming the desolate earth with practical apocalypse jobs – doctors, pilots, servicemen. “If you’ve got a minute.”

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bitterxheartxvictoria:

Well, this was a first, to see his temper be tested. A simple question and he was acting like the dog that bit him–threatened. She looked at the mark on his skin, “I’ve seen a walkers bite, and that, is nothing in comparison.” she looked back at him. “Easy tiger, I’m not going to report you, but let’s get that looked at,hmm?” she signaled for him to follow her. 

This certainly wasn’t how she expected things to go after a couple weeks without seeing him. Safe to say, that yes, she had been thinking about him. Right now, her thoughts were on fixing his wound, rather her attempts to flirt with him. “Were you attacking someone or did it just magically jump out at you?”

He had set out on a mission, and that mission was to gather up some of Cheyenne’s confidential information on the apocalypse to add to his increasing collection. Another town, another chance at figuring out where it all began. And then the dog got in the way. “Not magic. Just pissed off that someone was in their territory.”

He trailed behind Victoria, a familiar face that he had missed, even if he wouldn’t admit it. In an effort to prevent her from asking about his time out in the field, he made the first move. “What have you been doing?”

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samuelclarke:

“I never said it was,” he replied simply. The bite had caught Samuel’s eye briefly and it seemed that his stare had lingered a little too long on the mark. He doubted it was a walker bite anyway, the marks were far different to what they should be like for that. “Alright, I apologise for staring. Have you cleaned that properly, though? You don’t want to be risking an infection.”

Define ‘properly’, he wanted to say. His bandages were already turning an off-shade of white and a tinge of red was visible on the exterior layer. It could do with a proper clean up job. “You a doctor? Or one of those yuppies that think they’re a doctor after patching up some post-apocalypse first-aid grade wounds? Not that it’s a bad thing.”

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marissa-cartwright:

     Marissa took several steps back, her concerned look and emotion only increasing, “I’m just concerned, okay, Mac! What if you were actually bitten by a walker? What would you do then? If you don’t want me to be here then I’ll go, okay? Is that what you want?”

“For starters, I wouldn’t be here talking to you about it.” God knows where he’d be if he had actually been bitten by a walker – probably miles away with a gun to his head. He’d be as good as gone, but that was a problem for later. If when it ever happened. At the mention of her leaving, his gaze dropped to the ground, lips pressed tightly together until he could muster up enough courage to admit he needed her.  

“No.” And for a moment, he sounded small. Don’t go. It was hard being alone the first time. “Fuck. Okay, I’m sorry.” A callous apology, lacking the sincerity and effort neither of them had time for. “Can we keep moving?”

[ofhcstility]

Sweetheart.

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mouthsxmadexofxknives:

The little cheshire grin that had been curling red lips faltered only slightly as she heard her name. Her gaze lifted to his, bright sea-green in curiosity, before her head tilted slightly. “..Maybe.” She commented, her husky voice forced into a tone that was light and noncommital. She pushed her hair back from her face as she poured another customer a drink, turning just long enough to shoot him a sharp, piercing look. “Depends on who’s asking.” After tending to a couple more customers, she moved directly in front of him. Even though the man was sitting she was still considerably a couple heads shorter than him. “..Who’s asking?”

He’d left the house that night with a goal, and that goal was to figure out what the hell was wrong with his best friend. Moody. Closed off. Sometimes drunk. Rhett didn’t say much to him anymore, or anymore for that matter; however, there was one person. The bartender. People always spilled their deepest secrets to the person behind the counter, in this case, she was someone Rhett knew very well, or at least at one point in time. It was as good as a start as any.

“I’m MacKenzie.” He extended his hand towards her, letting it hang in the air for her to shake. “You know, Rhett’s roommate.” Continuous name dropping to jog her memory – he was nailing this PI thing. “He’s mentioned you a few times. Thought I’d see what the fuss was all about.”

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marissa-cartwright:

     Marissa smile widened, “So I no longer look like a teenager wielding a gun?”

     Marissa nodded, “Yeah, defiantly; someone’s got beat some criminal ass!”

He tipped his head and gave her a quick look over. Different, but the same old Marissa. “You look like a cop. What changed? Seems like a missed out on a lot since I last saw you.”

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rhettmajor:

He groans, sitting himself firmly on their couch. “Mac, please. Why?” He lays down, sprawling out. “Can’t we have a day in?” 

“Why? What do you mean ‘why?’ Because there are planes.” He takes a seat on the edge of the couch, forcing Rhett to draw his legs in. “It’s always a day in for you. Some fresh air will do you some good.”

[ofhcstility]

Sweetheart.

[mac-slater-blog]

mouthsxmadexofxknives:

Cassie paused, falling silent at the other man’s comment. Red brows arched and her hands lifted to perch on her hips as her head tilted.

After a minute, the redhead shook her head and laughed, swinging the bar-cloth over her shoulder and filling up his glass. “That was about 10% cute, so you get one. But don’t push it or I’ll throw you out on that cute ass personally, yeah?”

He could get kicked out after he asked a few questions, not that he wholly believed that she could beat him in a fight. “Yes, ma’am.” A mock salute.

“It’s Cassidy, yeah?” She fit the description: ‘just a wee young thing, hair as brassy as she is, just a smol lad who looks like 'er mother’. Check. “‘Redhead working the bar’. That’s pretty much what he said. Rhett.” 

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marissa-cartwright:

@mac-slater

     Marissa smiled widely, strutting up to the tall man in front of her, her new uniform clinging to her skin. “How do I look?” she asked, twirling around for Mac to see. 

     When she saw Mac in the crowd of people at her class’s graduation, she couldn’t hide her grin. He’d helped her so much before she entered the academy, and gave her amazing advice. Knowing that she was finally graduating, she felt as though she was making him proud. But not only Mac, but her father as well. He died for the safety of his city back in Seattle, and even though he wasn’t here with her now, Marissa knew she was making him proud.

“It’s a good look on you,” he told her, waiting until she finished spinning to wrap an arm around her, pulling her in for a congratulatory hug. “You’re the real deal now.”

If there was anything good to come out of moving to Cheyenne, it was that he could see his girl graduate from the police academy. The last time he’d seen her, she was a rookie in training. Now, she was donning the uniform she had waited so long to wear. Proud was an understatement.

“Ready for the mean streets of Cheyenne?”

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rhettmajor:

“I  can’t.” He’s lying. He just really doesn’t want to. “I have to… work?” 

“And I have a meeting with the president.” He knows Rhett’s lying. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t want to. “Today’s your day off. Let’s check out the air base.”

[ofhcstility]

Sweetheart.

“Yeah? You raise a real good point. I could give you a free round of shots, since you’re so fucking cute.” Cassie practically purred at the mouthy customer, leaning forward on the bar. “Or, and bear with me.. you can fucking bite me. You know what? I like the second one. Any questions? Comments?”

“..Concerns?”

[mac-slater-blog]

He looked up from his near empty drink to acknowledge the one denying his descent into alcoholism. She was probably doing him a favor. Her retort was matched her with an equally cheeky, school yard response. “Yeah, one question: so you don’t think I’m cute?”

[mac-slater-blog]

SKY’S STILL BLUE – sgt. mackenzie slater

Being less than honorably discharged isn’t easy for a man who was groomed to take the lead in the battlefield. Everything was fine and dandy until a suicide bomber singlehandedly took the lives of the team he was responsible for. Anyone would have reacted the same way as he did… guilt-ridden, angry, utterly devastated… only, the very people he put his trust in found it easier to boot him for misconduct than honorably discharge him because of undiagnosed PTSD. 

It isn’t an exaggeration to say that the military was his entire life; he had grown up with it and knew of nothing else. Barking orders and following a chain of command was easy, being an ordinary person with ordinary hobbies was considerably harder. With echoes of the blast that killed his team still ringing in his head, he needed a place where he could focus on being human – and Cheyenne was perfect for just that.

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Suggestive Sentence Starters

Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!

“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”

[ofhcstility]

Karma’s a Bitch

She’d managed to make her way up to the second floor of the building that was once the police station of the town neighboring Cheyenne. It had been a bitch of a time, too. She’d had to dance her way around the heavy throng of Eaters surrounding the fucking place for some reason. It had taken her a good thirty minutes to shimmy up a drain pipe and get to the second floor, but the minute she got up there she managed to find an open window. Hooking her backpack over her shoulder and pulling it open.

She remained crouched in the window for a moment, listening. She could hear a thrush of movement, and her head tilted, before she jumped into the room and lowered her palm to the back of her jeans pocket. She couldn’t tell from the footfalls or the rustling whether it was dead or alive, but she was about to fucking find out. Moving quick and lightly on her feet, the red-head made her way through one room, then the next of the police station. Noting the vending machines still full of food, the occational weapon she could use later, but her attention was on the noise at hand.

By the time she got to the room the noise was coming from, she had her gun up, slowly rounding the doorway as she steadied herself. She hadn’t seen any other eaters in the building yet, but what she came face to face with sure as shit wasn’t something she expected. It was something that surprised her so much she stood there for a minute. Staring at the considerably large, considerably familiar man.

Ah shit.

@mac-slater​

[mac-slater-blog]

The station was his best bet of finding Cheyenne’s last marked down thought before the world went to shit. The zeds were cleared out a long time ago by the looters, looking for rations and weapons. There wasn’t a trace of anything useful at the front desk or the locker rooms, as expected. He didn’t have any high hopes for the state of the place, but he left the best for last – the sheriff’s office. Sifting through the papers brought back memories of a world where murder cases were investigated and criminals were locked up behind bars. Now, the law was only regulated by moral judgement.

He had his hands on a few memos detailing the initial outbreak and several files on incidents that happened after. Riots. Looting. Murder suicides. It was all grim, but a good insight on what exactly happened. If he could just piece it all together with the information he already had, he would be one step closer to figuring out just how badly someone fucked up for the world to end up as a human wasteland.

He didn’t expect to see anyone, not since anything that was worth stealing was stolen months ago. His eyes were on the door the moment she came in, hand on a pistol hidden under the current file he was skimming over. He’d helped so many people since the outbreak that it was hard to differentiate faces and names, so what were the odds that he would recognize the very woman standing before him?  He nearly parkoured over the table to get to her. Instead, he swept all of the files into his bag and sidestepped around the desk.

“You’re the bitch that skipped town with my shit.”