❪ᵅᵖ SURVIVOR.

sel. &. priv. &. semi-active post-apocalyptic original character.  loved by lis. est. february 25, 2017.

[perdcr-blog]

this really is jst the experience, every time

fireball whisky: i hope you die

me: i hope we both die

[raisefated-a-blog]

Small hands fidget through the items scattered through his bookbag, tongue stuck out in concentration as he searched for a certain item. Eyes light up when he finds the small pack of multicolored licorice, holding up the bag for Vitani to see with an enthusiastic smile. He struggles to open it, having not grasped his fine motor skills yet, so he instead decided to offer the whole pack to Vi, musing the words ' for you ! '

there’s a lot of delight in the presence of sam, but there’s a lot of hurt reflected off him too. he has become a symbol of everything you want to protect, and everything that you can’t. it’s hard not to look at the tyke and wonder what could have been if vitani’s siblings had been saved, if he’d just been there when he needed to be. but he doesn’t let that kind of thing show, not when he could help sam hold onto his innocence just a little bit longer.

he kneels to sam’s height automatically, a habit from before the apocalypse to address children. bright similar wonder reflects the delight in the kid’s expression, ‶ holy sh— ship — ship yes. row yer boat. arr me hearties and all that jazz. dude, thank you. ‶ fingernails chipped with black polish tear the packet open gracelessly, there’s already string in his mouth when he shoves the packet at sam so he can fish out his own.

‶ th’am theck out my thounge, ‶ he jests, slurping at the candy so it mimics a rude lizard.

[perdcr-blog]

A hearty chuckle brewed from beneath warming breath corresponding with her small, warm smile. She beams inspection unto the other rather analytically, as if a cast of doubt overshadowed confidence of her companions words. "I'm zertain you can handle zomething zhis trivial. If rezeive any injuries, I will be right beside you."

              —— A nod is given in reply to the older woman before her, gaze kept towards   nothing   in particular rather than the person speaking. She saw  no use  retaliating with any form of sarcasm in response to words of   encouragement   given to her, so she simply gave a small hum, followed by a  ❛ got it, ❜ spoken quickly in a soft, flat tone. Pursing her lips to form a thin line, Melanie finally turned her attention to the Doctor, musing a ❛ thank you. ❜ in regards to her last statement.

[lucybaird]

you’re the most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms // [insp.]

[dailythe100gifs]

I’m not that person.