are you letting this happen? @miisericordieux - Tumblr Blog

so, i am actually, not dead,

this semester has been a bitchhh but it is almost over and i am gonna be on winter break for 6 weeks starting on the 18th!! tbh i still love this dumb trilingual nerd so i will def be around here

#OOC;

wnq-writers

Congratulations. You have survived the war. Now live with the trauma.

lorijenessanelson (via wordsnquotes)

#quote;

txmari

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,

I’m sorry that I survived,

And if I could go back in time

You never would have died

#quote;#aHAHAhaaHAA #ha #ha ha

rreiben sent: meme: your muse is temporarily blind.

A few chunks of dirt crumbled under the soles of Upham’s boots as he picked his way over the heaped rubble that partially barricaded the open area where the medics had temporarily herded all of their wounded. He carefully avoided a twisted piece of rusty metal jutting out of the debris and almost sprained his ankle in the process, but the lingering adrenaline in his blood ensured that he barely felt it.

Please be alive. Tim knew that the captain, Mellish, and Jackson were dead, but he hadn’t seen Reiben or the Sergeant among the identifiable bodies or on their feet, so he was able to maintain a sliver of hope that they might be wounded but still living. As he surveyed the mass of bodies, however, it faded rapidly. There were all manner of insignias that he didn’t recognize and bloodstained patches that meant nothing to him, but none of them identified any of the groaning soldiers as their own, until--

BROOKLYN N.Y.

The faded Sharpie on the back of the jacket immediately grabbed Upham’s attention. Thank God. He’s alive. Reiben’s alive. All of the man’s limbs were intact and he didn’t see any fresh blood, but the relief was short-lived, as his sight came to rest upon the bandaging tied at the back of his head moments later. His eyes. Please, God, just have it be a scrape, anything but his eyes. A sickening wave of anxiety and dread overcame any residue of the blankness that filled him when he’d stared into Steamboat Willie’s eyes and pulled the trigger an hour earlier.

What he could see of the wound didn’t look as bad as it could have been, but it wasn’t good. Medics had wrapped damp gauze around the circumference of the Brooklynite’s head a few times to cover his harsh, narrow blue eyes, but there wasn’t any blood on it. It was only when the man ever-so-slightly turned his head that Tim saw what appeared to be the edge of a burn wound glistening at his temple. Oh no. Oh, God, he’s been blinded--

He did his best to keep his voice steady when he began to speak. “Reiben. It’s me. I, uh--how are you doing? Are you alright?”

Upham silently swore to himself that he’d retrieve Mellish’s corpse afterwards, to at least do the tiny amount that he could - but right now he needed to focus on those who were alive, no matter how difficult it was to shake the sounds of the struggle still echoing in his head.

#ask;#meme;#rreiben #i figure it's just temporary heat blindness #like eyes not burnt but heat from fire causing the blinding

Hey guys, sorry that I’ve been gone lately. I got a great job a walk away from my apartment, which I have had to spend a LOT of time trying to pull back together, but I’m pretty busy most of the day. Not to mention, my grandfather is in the hospital, which also complicates things. My hope is that things should calm down in a week or so and I’ll be able to get to stuff then.

#ooc;

angstmemes

Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.

#''a''#ahaha ah aa a

at some point i’m gonna write about what it’s like actually having ptsd

#ooc;#tbd;

coral

Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.

Yasmin Mogahed (via feellng)

#quote;#in life or death shit he's not brave at all #but pay attention if you ever rewatch the execution scene #he doesn't back down when it comes to moral issues

agencyobservation

#quote;

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

#meme;

memeroundups

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

#meme;

rpfunstuff

Send a ✿ to my inbox and my muse will fill this out about yours!

miisericordieux

A thought about them that they’d never share: First impression of them: Favorite thing about them: Least favorite thing about them: Hopes for their future relationship:

#meme;#p............leathe.........

"I didn't want to bother you none."

“Oh! You weren’t bothering me,” Tim answered quickly, flashing an awkward, apologetic smile. “I was just um, I was kind of wrapped up in what I was doing - not that you’re interrupting. Do you need something?”

#ask;#meme;

"Don’t look at me like that."

“Sorry, sir.” Upham murmured, then turned his eyes toward a rat gathering moldy hay in the corner and held back a quiet sigh. He hadn’t meant for his stare to be so pointed as he studied the face of his commanding officer in the dim light (not that he’d even meant for it to be noticed at all).

Some uncannily relevant saying hovered at the edge of Tim’s memory as he watched the small rodent make its way along the edge of the wall. What was it? Something by Nietzsche, he knew that much–

Es gibt eine Unschuld der Bewunderung. That was it. There is an innocence to admiration - and he’d lost it in a spectacular fashion this afternoon.

Miller had seemed like a good person. He was well-educated and kind enough and he was certainly levelheaded – and yet, he apparently had no problem with executing a man who had surrendered, either. None of them did.

A sense of hollowness grew in his chest at the thought and joined the dull ache that until now had always been accompanied by tears. Had he watched Wade die a day ago, maybe two, Tim had no doubt that he would’ve wept, but it was as if he’d lost the ability. He was too tired. Instead, he just settled for letting the heaviness overcome him without any kind of fight.

The hay around him rustled as Upham shifted and leaned against the rotting boards at his side, closing his eyes. He needed to sleep, even if every nerve in his body crackled with nervous energy.

#ask;#captainjhmiller