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suzuyafullofstitches:

“I can’t breathe! How could I breathe in this situation!” Tears fell down his face quickly. 

“i know this is not nice for you, but please, juzo, don’t… please, me and kieran… please breath, deep breaths, calm breaths.”

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fastcr:

“i’m a fucking girl… fucking fantastic.”

"switch bodies with me. god i hated being a boy before and here we go again, shit."

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suzuyafullofstitches:

“I’m…. a girl?” *Mental breakdown in 3 2 1….* 

“juzo… don’t freak out, just don’t, breath, please...?

[ofsurvivor-blog]

“this … is so not tulsa.”

“not tulsa... scotland.”

[ofsurvivor-blog]

slumqueenmilkovich:

“ I’m sorry did I fucking do something to warrant you staring? ”

“i literally just spaced out, sorry i wasn’t looking at you.”

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b<>suzuyafullofstitches:

“Crap.” He started to bounce the baby on his hip, noticing her start to cry slightly quieter. “Maybe she just needs to be entertained or something, he grabbed one of the toys from the floor and started to move the toy in front of the small girl. “Sit down and relax okay. I can handle her.” He grabbed Jem’s hand gently and smiled, “You deserve it.” He smiled, this was not normal for him but learning to be calm was something he was forced to learn while around the baby. 

“juzo!” she reprimanded him in a low but urgent voice. “she might repeat soon so please,” she was pleading. he was her only help anyways, so she need as much as possible. and when she started to calm down, jem breathed a little bit easier. “you don’t have…” she shut up, because she did need it. and even if she didn’t deserve it, alli did not want her right now, so she plopped in his bed, shuddering. “oh thank god, and you.”

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suzuyafullofstitches:

Juuzou looked up from the stitching he had begun at the familiar voice that echoed through his room, he stood and walked over to the door. Once he opened it he smiled at the presence of the little one and gently took her from Jem’s arms, he knew sometimes she was a lot to handle and Jem definitely needed breaks frequently. He smiled down at the crying girl and wiped her tears. “Hey.” He spoke softly to both of them, he knew being loud around Alli would just create more tears. He looked up at Jem and nudged her, “What have you tried already?”

a sign escaped jem’s lips when he took her little girl. she wasn’t made for a mother, she had no built of a mother really. even being slightly older than what she was when she got here, she was not mature enough to take care of a child. and she was sure as hell not going to let alli go with her father. which by the way she hadn’t told anybody who he was and she didn’t intended to. “hey…” the tone in her voice had changed, it was softer, gentler, very different from the sharp tongue jem had been when she was younger. “everything, juzo, absolutely everything.”

[ofsurvivor-blog]

“come on, alli,” jem mumbled to the little baby in her arms. the child had been crying all afternoon and jem didn’t know what was wrong with her. she tried feeding her, changing her, everything in the book, really. and she wouldn’t stop crying. it was never racking and she need a break. both of them need a break honestly. the walker made her way into juzo’s room. it seem like alli always calmed down when he was around so she used him as support, in times like this. she felt as juzo had become even more important. but she knocked on his room, softly. “juzo?” 

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southsidextrash:

“Jem, Jan, Ja-fucking-maica. I don’t care. Wanker? Jesus Christ, no wonder we declared independence from your dumbass slang. I’m goin’ t’ let you in on a secret? You’re in my way now.” Mickey was prickly by nature, especially around girls. He couldn’t help but sort of hate them. They were tools that kept him from being who he was, they were used to hold him down both metaphorically and physically. As long as there were girls, Mickey would always be one slip up from a dead man. “That’s better, Red.”

“and your slang is so much better than ours, god, you’re so fucking narcissist. seriously, we get it, we fucking get it. independence, the land of the free, whatever, get over yourself,” jem scoffed, this dude was more than pissing him off and she was one more comment away from sucker punching him. but she containing herself back, just for the fact that she did not want any trouble and he looked like a freaking badass and could easily kicked her ass. not that she was going to say anything about it or admit it. “you really are an idiot.”

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southsidextrash:

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Jan. You seem like the kinda girl that likes that shit. I don’t really give a fuck what your name is. I don’t really give a fuck if your some weird ass like Juzo. What I care about is you turnin’ the fuck around and leavin’ me be. The last thing I wanna do today is bury a body because I had to shank someone in the fuckin’ throat. You wanna drink, sit down and fuckin’ drink. If you don’t? Get out the bar.”

“it’s jem, you utter wanker. i look like a girl who likes girly thing? well, isn’t that sexist. is not a weirdo, and if i was, it is none of your business as long as i don’t get in your way,” she rolled her eyes, almost only seeing white in her eyes. “well, fuck this then,” jem hid the list in her pocket, sitting down and grabbing one of the bottles.

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southsidextrash:

Mickey couldn’t help it, he straight up laughed. Not because she was a girl, he’d learned about underestimating his company in this place, but for thinking that someone like Mickey hadn’t learned from the last time that he was fighting an unfair game, prompting him to keep a shiv on him until he could get his hands on something that did a little more damage. “Trust me, Strawberry Shortcake, you can’t. Who the fuck are you anyways?”

jem had already been fuming, she was almost running around with anger just waiting to be exploited and here this fucking guy was. she was more than willing to fight with him. “one, i have an actual name. and it’s jem walker, not strawberry shortcake or girl scout. jem.”

[ofsurvivor-blog]

southsidextrash:

“Last I fuckin’ checked, Peppermint Patty. I didn’t order any god damn girl-scout cookies, so beat it. I ain’t got time for your stupid ass fuckin’ questions.”

“hey dumb ass, i’m trying to help a little girl and i’m just following the list she gave me. big and mighty and i could kick your fucking ass.”

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southsidextrash:

“What are you askin’ stupid fuckin’ questions for, huh?”

“it’s not fucking stupid, you’re stupid, idiot.”

[suzuyafullofstitches-blog]

                                           “They make life simple.”

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suzuyafullofstitches:

“In case you didn’t notice, I can’t go home!” He shook his head. “I don’t want anything from you Jem! I’m just….I’m trying to be happy! But it’s hard when the only person from home here is a ghoul!” He kicked at the wall, a large hole going through it. “You’re so different Jem…Something happened when we left! I know you! You can sulk in your room all you want, but all I want is to help you out!” He bit his lip, he took off his jeans, to his knees and sighs. Pulling it down again. His right leg replaced with a plastic piece from the knee down. “I haven’t even told Kieran yet..” He looked down. “I had no idea what she was giving me Jem, it looked like candy and we’ve become pretty close, I didn’t think she’d lie to me.” He whimpered.

“i’ll fucking find a way for you to leave,” she would be more mad but this was juzo and she couldn’t be more mad at him. “then be it! go do crazy stuff but i will not be here to pick up the pieces. i promise you that,” jem jumped when he kicked the wall, not scared just startled. she wasn’t scared from him, even then she would never be scared of him. he was little someone who could kill but was actually a cinnamon roll. “well, guess who grew up!” she wasn’t telling the whole truth, she was different but she wouldn’t  say what it was. not even kieran knew what had happened. and she wasn’t up for sharing at the moment. “i don’t want help! i don’t need our help! i’m perfectly fine, juzo!” she screamed, tired of being labeled as a broken and sad girl who had been a once a hero, it made her boil in anger. jem almost covered her eyes. she did not need to see anything of that style, and it wasn’t even need it. and then she saw the leg. “and he’ll freak out like i’m about to do,” she took a deep breath. “don’t... don’t do that.”

[ofsurvivor-blog]

suzuyafullofstitches:

He ran his hands down his face. He looked around the room. “I-I’m sorry!” He closed his eyes tightly. “I-I wanna go home!” He bit his lip so hard it bled, wiping it away with his broken hand. “Jem….You don’t get it.” He shook his head, looking around the room, he pulled down a picture. Behind it was a photo of Jem, him and Kier. It was a photo of his squad, there were photos of mama, of him being abused, of him stealing Kaneki’s wallet. “I have never met people like this before… I don’t know what half of what people say means, I just… Jem I don’t understand..”

jem stayed still, her hands still shaking, her body trying not to make any rapid movements, just in case. “then go home!” she was done, so done with everything, all she wanted was to stay in her room until she was at roarton, where she didn’t have to deal with any more of this. she didn’t hate juzo, she was far from it. but the drama that came from being his friend was exhausting and only jem more tired than she already was. and as soon as she saw the photo, she had to hold back tears. she loved that picture. it was her brother and one of her few friends, and they looked so happy, jem on the side, smiling brighter than she ever seen herself. “i’m not... i’m not doing this right now. what do you want me to say? want me to confort you? tell you, you didn’t do anything wrong? that i’m not mortally afraid to lose you like i did with liza?!” her voice was raising with each word, but it was croaking. “that i’m afraid i’m going to wake up and this is just a stupid dream? or that i got into a car accident and i’m in a come?! is that what you want me to say?!”

[ofsurvivor-blog]

suzuyafullofstitches:

“I’ve never had friends before Jem!! I-I don’t know what i’m doing!!!” He closed his eyes tightly. “I don’t understand.” He sat on the ground, tears falling, his hands gripped his hair. “I-I need help..” 

“well then. lesson number 1, not everyone is to be trusted!” she was boiling with anger, more than she cared to admit but part of it was sadness, so much sadness built up. but jem didn’t expect him to break down like that. and she had to take short pants to calm herself down. “i’m not going to confort you, no.”