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And now you are something suffocating inside me. I turn to you– you turn away; a satellite mid-orbit, so delicately suspended. How do you always come back? Who else is awaiting your return?

Lorne Ryan, Satellite In Motion (via insp0s)

#( ☆ i am a wrecking ball crashing into your heart like i do. / quotes. )#temp austin tag.

austin turner does not deserve a girl like oona : he doesn’t deserve the way she gazes at him or how skinny fingers just barely graze his lips. he doesn’t deserve the softness she finds herself giving him. and most importantly, he does not deserve the heartache she intends to bestow upon him. lithe limbs wrap gingerly around the boy she calls a friend, teeth bared in a smile too bright, too pure. ❝ you’re safe. ❞

STARTER : @saevioism.

#i hope #this is #ok #ilysm #( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )

prditflorem‌.

aster knew it wasn’t safe, she KNEW she had to go back to safety but there was something about helping another that just made her go through the scariest most dangerous things just so that she could ensure someone’s safety, even if that was an animal’s. “ i know, i just, there’s this cat that lives around here and i wanted to bring her with me for a while.. to check that she’s okay..” aster had wanted to adopt the cat but it was one of those that just like being on their own but even then, aster wanted to make sure nothing happened to her. “ you can help me look for her, if you’d like?”

a frown forms on her face ; an air of annoyance clear in the way she moves towards the girl. she had been in nearly the same position once. she and cohen still had kitty, although it’s been a few days since oona had seen the creature. ❝ it’s not safe, ❞ the platinum blonde reiterates through clenched teeth. nevertheless, she’s dropping to her knees and searching behind trashcans to find the animal.

#prditflorem‌#( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )

ruavermelha

#( ☆ i'm the wolf today. / isms. )#oOF #called out

lmaoooo

#( ☆ i'm the wolf today. / isms. )#( ☆ like a sunday morning ; full of grace and full of jesus. / aesthetic. )

rosescoloured‌.

oona sayer holds his hand and noah lau? he’s not entirely sure if it’s right for him to be here, if he belongs in this space with her — but he’ll try his best anyway, to appease her … and isn’t that what he’s found himself to be undoubtedly incredible at? “home.” he replies, failing to realize how that seems like a lie. noah gets it : there’s no such thing as home but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least make one out of something. “do you want me to stay the night, สีทอง?” noah shifts slightly, sitting closer to her. “what should we do to pass the time? play cards?” he questions, laughing slightly.

home? there were no more homes --- only buildings. and of course, oona would never consider AMERICA home. ❝ may i come over sometime? ❞ she asks casually. there’s no harm in asking. she wants to see what he’s like in his personal space : it shows a lot about people. oona, for one, had plastered the walls of her basement apartment with posters. stupid, since there was no telling when she would have to give up the luxury of her o w n house. little piles of clothes are scattered in the corners of the studio, the kitchen sink is overflowing with dishes. she’ll get to them eventually. ------ a shy smile appear on doll-like features, the flutter of dark lashes. she finds the nickname endearing, if not a little cheesy. ❝ would you? ❞ she asks, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. she’s never had a man stay the night before --- except for cohen. he didn’t count. ❝ would you stay for me, ที่รัก? ❞ she’s questioning him now, figuring out how dedicated he may or may not be. ❝ we could always ... pass the time some other way. ❞ she lets her words hang in the air for a moment. ❝ i have puzzles. ❞

#( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )#rosescoloured

holaitsliza

And at night, tears replaced anger, making her feel lonelier than she really was.

L.R. excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via holaitsliza)

#( ☆ i am a wrecking ball crashing into your heart like i do. / quotes. )#( ☆ my hands are dirty and my heart is cold. / inspiration. )

sungrown‌.

☼ • — don’t let the tired , FEARFUL demeanor fool you ; christopher haas may be NAIVE , of that much there is certainly no denying , but not so much as one might guess at first glance from bright , nervous eyes & soft , boyish curls . he has a certain AWARENESS about him , a proclivity for observation that allows a gentle heart to avoid struggle & strife . it is for that gift that he KNOWS of the presence of the poor , infected soul shuffling along behind him LONG before he happens across another survivor to make mention of it . it appeared to be a young woman , surely only a few years older than he , mottled with wounds & missing more teeth than she was gnarled fingers . she’d been following him for several blocks now , SNARLING & SNAPPING at him from only a few yards away as aching limbs continued to STUMBLE down the sidewalk in a slow , steady attempt to broaden the gap between them . did he have any other CHOICE ? even should he have miraculously mustered up enough energy to SUBDUE her , with what tools could he have done it ? all of his belongings were abandoned at pearl street in a desperate attempt to ESCAPE , & now — NOW his only possession is the walking stick a tigerlily boy with kind eyes & an even kinder heart salvaged for him on the floor of the forest . a sturdy branch , he supposes it could have just as easily been used for DEFENSE , but what good is a weapon when he cannot remain balanced enough to WIELD it ?

dark irises spot the young woman who called out to him from across the street & he resists the instinct to STOP as he answers . ( it would appear that he & the infected have an EERILY similar pace at the moment & he cannot afford to pause , to close the gap between them . ) so he keeps moving , keeps an unsteady gait on the sidewalk & keeps a safe distance from the survivor . this is HIS burden , not hers . ❝ yeah , ❞ he sighs softly , disheartened , after only a second or two . ❝ yeah , i know . was hopin’ maybe i’ll lose her before before i make it outta the development , but ‘m not so sure . ❞ if only he could walk just a LITTLE faster … the question is nearly enough to have him HESITATE , brows furrowing behind a thicket of dirty , tangled locks . ❝ i , um — no , i — announcement ? ❞

does a girl like her have enough patience to listen? to keep a firm grasp on reality while the man before her explains his story? she catches little snippets of his words, eyes still trained on the walker. she has half a mind to walk up and put it out of it’s misery. but then again, why would she waste the energy on a stranger? she stays on the opposite side of the street, just w a i t i n g for something exciting to happen. she wonders if that makes her a bad person. surely not ; not when she had the LORD on her side. ❝ the announcement where we were warned? about the incoming hoards? ❞ she questions, judgement clear in her voice. she has no time to put up with the daft. but she’s a curious girl, can’t force herself to just leave. she wants to know who will win the battle. certainly walking wasn’t going to be enough to fight the soulless sinners --- satan’s demons ; god’s unfavoured ones. a sigh escapes her lips and despite herself, an offer is proposed. ❝ do you, uh, need a little help? ❞ she asks, waving her knife in the air.

#sungrown #( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )#this is short and idk what i'm doing but ily

pddyocnnr‌.

oh, he had heard the announcement alright. but the man needed more CANS before he felt okay enough to lock himself away until this all blew over. snapping out of his thoughts quickly, patrick shifted around on his heel, tugged his knife free and plunged it into the head of the walker behind him. he HAD been listening to the sounds of the thing. something within him would have snapped alive if it got too close. ❝ iheard it. ❞ blood drips from his knife and a heavy sigh passes his lips; wiping the guts away on his pants for now. he can change when he gets back to his little hidden hole in the wall. ❝ what are YE doing out here ?? it’s not safe out here. ❞ he repeats her words with a lazy smirk; brows raised and head tilted.

was that concern in his voice? or was she just being a narcissistic brat? she wouldn’t put it past herself. ❝ i’m walking home, ❞ she tells him with a shrug. she’s not a stupid girl, but she thrives on the danger of close escapes. cohen had released that in her. ❝ what are YOU doing out here? ❞ she mocks, playfully for once. ❝ it’s not safe, ❞ she adds, a smirk playing on plump, pink lips.

#pddyocnnr #( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )

scdsoul‌.

tobio, ever on the move, had yet to gain access to the radio broadcast that may well have saved everyone’s lives in boulder county except him. for all he knew, it could be his last hours breathing, all because he didn’t have a stupid radio. he was just looking for the next place to sleep in before it got too dark, and the biters too rowdy when another survivor ( alone, like him ) had spoken up. “announcement?” he questioned allowed. “it’s never safe out here,” he spoke simply.

she couldn’t argue with his logic, but that doesn’t mean she won’t TRY. ❝ yeah, ❞ she huffs. ❝ there’s a hoard making it’s way into town. ❞ she warns. ❝ so unless you want to meet our maker, i’d suggest you find cover. ❞ her voice is harsh, cold even. her sympathy for those that surround her is at a minimum. ❝ i’d offer to let you crash at my place, but ... ❞ i don’t want to. ❝ i don’t think you’d like it very much. ❞

#( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )#scdsoul

arsmcriendis‌.

foreign is the word that’s directed at her ; it’s not a nice word, she knows that enough by how it’s said. minji finds little in herself to be offended, much less care — did she know about the biter following her? … no … but minji watches silently as it catches the sound of another voice. its course has changed somewhat. the young woman stares at the little girl : white-haired, she looks like an actual doll. “look ahead of you,” she says. “maybe next time, keep your voice down.” and just like that, minji continues on her own path … she doesn’t have time for this.

sudden offense finds it’s place on porcelain features ; wide eyes, mouth agape. of-freakin’-course the walker would find herself more ... delectable ... it doesn’t take long for oona to scurry from it’s path and closer to the other. ❝ um ... you’re welcome? ❞ she says, eyes narrowing slightly. the eldest sayer child is not exactly f r i e n d l y --- but she goes after what she deserves. and right now it’s a simple ‘thanks’. ❝ i was lookin ahead until you almost became bait. ❞ she tells the girl. under normal circumstances, oona would call her pretty. but she’s in no mood to admit that now. she’d rather fight off a dozen walkers. ❝ so, again, you’re welcome. ❞

#icb these two already #( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )#arsmciendis

beavcham‌.

the beauchamp is toying around . announcement made ! the gatherer was already far away from camp and she doubts it’s any better than out here . where she could move around , in pearl she was a sitting duck . ( and she could get away with a couple victims ) the red head perked up , looking from the short blonde calling out , to the walker following her . her stomach drops , steps interrupted and shuffled . tangled with each other , she finds herself onto the ground . a doe caught in the headlights . never mind the gun on her thigh , she fumbles to grab a knife and misses ! ❝ h - help ! ❞

oona stares blankly as she watches the situation unfold. was this girl stupid or just useless? part of her feels bad, but mostly she’s irritated that she was around to see this happen. against her better judgement, she’s rushing over, knife out. she’s not as skilled as she would like to think she was, but a single walker? she could handle that. it’s the hoard coming their way that worries her --- damn herself for calling out. with a swift movement, the walker is on the ground and dead for certain. ❝ get up. ❞ she tells the red head with little emotion, not bothering to help her. ❝ more will be coming. ❞

#oona is Sick of being alive #she's just like 'lord pls take me now'#( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )#beavcham

i-hate-life-so-so-much

#( ☆ i'm the wolf today. / isms. )#fuq

a bored, dull look covers delicate features. platinum hair is a mess, tasseled and tangled into a bun on the top of her head. keeping her eye out as she walks back to her place, green eyes spot another survivor. it’s not her job to protect them, she’s half tempted not to say anything at all about the walker on their tail. but her conscience wouldn’t allow for that. ❝ HEY! คนบ้า! ❞ a huff escapes plump lips. ❝ look behind you. didn’t you hear the announcement? it’s not safe out here. ❞ nevermind the fact that she’s out, unprotected and on her own.

#( ☆ just a singer with a broken tongue. / narrative. )#hells.pdstarter #bad bad bad but ily all

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

DARK TRIAD: Psychopathy | Machiavellianism | Narcissism

ROSENBERG SELF ESTEEM SCALE: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20| 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST: Left [51.6%] | Right [48.4%]

#( ☆ do you think i walk around with a bulls-eye on my heart. / character study. )