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@roselnash
âIâm tired of tending to this fireâ
~Twenty Ăne Pilots, Leave the City
* BENTLEY NASH.
THE SUN WAS FALLING fast over the prison that was Dema and that had been Bronsonâs plan from the beginning. Torch in hand, bandana-covered faces and jumpsuit clad, the group of Banditos made their way through a channel of tunnels that took them right into the heart of the very place she hated most. But, there was a purpose in being there and she knew that it was a mission that was near and dear to their leaderâs heart. Save Bentley Nash at all costs. Bring him home. Hoping that this plan of his would work, she stayed close to her group and reached her free hand up to grab the arm of her rucksack. She couldnât lose it, so she tried her hardest to keep it from falling off of her back, as it was too big for her. The moment they stepped out to the courtyard and looked around, that feeling of bleakness and lost hope filled her heart as she saw stoic faces staring down at them. She was sure that they had an idea of who the group was, but they said nothing and closed their windows to them. Turning her attention away to try and locate Bentley, their sights finally landed on him and he looked as though he were ready to make a dash for it as they surrounded him on both sides. It wasnât long before Bronson made himself known to the other man and they shared a moment of trust and acknowledgement through a known handshake, as the rest of them stayed near. She made her way up to the both of them and grabbed into her bag to pull out a jacket for him with a small smile, putting it on him. â Welcome to the Banditos. â She spoke softly behind the fabric that covered her mouth.
@roseriggs
          ââ I know they talk about me behind my back.â She finally spoke. The hours that she spent whimpering and cowering at the far end of the campsite ended and it had her feeling tired but the brunette in front of her seemed to be KIND ENOUGH to lend an ear ( or so she hoped. )                                   âDo you think Iâm STUPID for wanting to go back?â
* OLIVE NASH.
BROWN EYES lifted from the burning fire before them as she heard a soft voice, having become entranced by the dancing flames. It was the newest member of The Banditos. She hadnât really spoken to her since she was welcomed in and the poor girl seemed miserable being there... Almost as if she wanted to stay in Dema - a concept that she didnât understand. Thinking before responding to her question, she merely smiled and shook her head. â Not stupid. When I first entered Dema, I thought that I would never want to leave. But, the longer I stayed, the longer I realized that itâs... Toxic. My Bishop, Nills, was someone who was really manipulative. He started out fine, but then he started with the beatings and the harsh words. No one deserves that and I knew that I didnât. So, I left of my own volition. â
â SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME . â
HIGH QUALITY MEMES ââ> accepting. ( OLIVE NASH. )
â Iâm sorry, Olive ! I canât help it. Once Fiona starts singing it around the house, I just canât get it out of my head. Youâll get used to it, I swear ! â She giggled with a smirk. â Can you really blame her, though ? Smashmouth was the band to listen to back in the day.â
The Great Escape.
Sitting on the edge of her incommodious cot, Rose took in the surroundings as she did every morning after waking. Gray walls that matched the rest of the drab decor that she was given, covered every inch of her room. Color was non-existent and unallowed in Dema thanks to a law passed upon the sects by the Bishops. She turned her head slowly to look out of the window pane that was streaked with rain to further indicate inevitable bleakness from beyond its protection. A heavy sigh emitting itself, she forced her tired body up and padded her bare feet across the cold cement floor, past the neon light source placed in the middle of her room that her eyes had temporarily given a look over -- the only thing relatively close to livening up space.
Now standing in front of her dresser, she looked down to the top drawer for a few moments before lifting her pale hand to open it, revealing its contents -- two flowers that were yellow in color. There was no lying⌠She had tried to escape Dema before and there had even been a time where she thought that she would succeed. But, Nills kept pulling her back with the invisible leash that he had attached to her neck. He had a power over her that she couldnât explain and he had known all of her weaknesses since day one; reading her as if she had been an open book. It was always a game of cat and mouse with him, but in the beginning, she had wanted to obey him -- please him. The very thought alone disgusted her after all of the abuse that he put her through, all of the mind games to make her feel like she amounted to nothing. That she was a failure that had been defeated and there was nothing that she could do to show him to realize she was broken. Emotions being portrayed were prohibited, as well. She wanted, no, needed to denounce vialism.
Luckily, before she had been caught to come back to Dema after her escape, she had managed to find the beautiful flowers that she hid away for safekeeping. Somehow, Nills hadnât seen it after gathering it in her hands as she made the walk of shame back to her life behind the prison walls of her own mind. She was thankful. Staring at the delicate petals, her fingers barely touching along them in fear of it breaking, she bit her lip and placed it back in its home. She turned in her spot and moved back to the bed to slip on her shoes, preparing for her day (not having to do much of anything to finish).
As she was walking out of her âcellâ, she kept her main focal point down the hall in case she was stopped by another of the other residents in her area. She couldnât be distracted today. There wasnât time. Exiting the cold building, she entered into the damp exterior; instantly wishing that she had some sort of jacket in her possession. It had been ruined in her last attempt to escape and needed to be fixed, so she decided it best to just leave it behind. âItâll work this timeâŚâ She mumbled to herself beneath her breath as she hid out of sight in order to make way to the tunnels that led out of Dema. Many people had tried using this route and discouraged anyone else to try as they would get lost and captured by the only ones who knew the way. The Bishops. At least, thatâs what they thought. As she arrived, she was surrounded by darkness and made her way ahead, using her hands to feel for a few items she had left behind after having scouted a few weeks prior. She grabbed her map, which would be essential for this journey and then her primed torch. She would make it this time, now that she had a safer passage.
âRose, where do you think youâre going?â
His voice echoed in her mind like a reminder of a bad dream. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she lit her torch and tried to ignore the voice that continuously haunted her. Then, she heard it⌠Horse hooves. Quickly looking down to the map she held in her shaky hands, her eyes scanned over every route that she had to go down in order to properly escape. She made sure that she had everything memorized, backing up first, then turning on her heel to bolt down the tunnel at full speed. If she didnât move quick, the all too familiar tug on her leash would take over and she would be punished once more. Her mind and body couldnât take that again.
She knew that they were right behind her and heard the noise that she was making as her feet slammed into the ground beneath her, breathing heavily. Her heart was racing in her chest both out of fear and exhaustion, but she needed to push on and not stop until she was safe. If that were even a possibility. Just when she thought that the tunnel would never end, she saw a light ahead and let out a sigh of relief, keeping her running pace. As the outside neared, she almost had to stop to admire the beauty that was unveiled to her once again, having only made it this far before. She had to make it farther⌠She had to push herself, no matter how tired she was. Running into the wilderness, into the trees, down one of many dirt paths, she had no clue where she was going. She just knew that if she didnât, she would suffer a fate much worse.
After a bit more time passing, Rose could no longer hear the Bishops behind her. She couldnât even hear Nills anymore and that alone made her feel so free. She decided in that moment that it would be okay for her to take a breath and relax, her eyes also catching sight of a small creek ahead. She fell to her knees before it and cupped her hands, capturing the water inside and bringing it to her lips to drink; the cool and refreshing water gliding down her parched throat. She wiped her hands on her pants and let them sit there for a moment, trying to calm her breathing as it was still ragged.
The more she sat there, the more she had time to think about things she had heard during her time in Dema -- whispers of a group within Trench that saved lost souls like her. The Banditos. Were they real? Or had they just been a mythical tale for those who needed some hope to get through the awful lives they had to suffer through? She needed them to be real. She needed them. She needed cover. Protection.
Where would she get it if not from them?
âdema donât control us.â
high quality meme starters
taken from all over the internet, some specifically from the youtube channel siIvagunner .Â
â can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BONELESS PIZZA â
â and his name is âŚâŚ. JOHN CENA ! â
â succ â
â BUENOS DIAS MANDY â
â n - nani ?!? â
â omae wa, mou shindeiru . â
â how many layers of irony are you on right now ? â
â SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME . â
â [ obnoxious sound of the ever popular rickroll ] â
â they see me rollinâ . they hatinâ . â
â todokete, setsunasa ni wa ! â
â nice of the princess to invite us over for dinner, gay __ ? â
â i hope she made lotsa spaghetti ! â
â itâs the nutshack ! â
â BITCH YOU GUESSED IT ! â
â AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU â
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â gee ! it sure is BORING around here ! â
â you know what they say: all toasters ⌠toast toast ! â
â itâs hiiiiiiigh noon . â
â eyyyyyyyyy, sexy lady ! â
â nice . >:] â
â iâll have a number nine large . â
â the more you know ! â
â look at my horse . my horse is amazing . â
â epic jojoke . â
â squadala, weâre off ! â
â are you sure about that ? â
[ dabs ]
â let it go ! let it go ! â
â are you âŚ. a real villain ? â
â well, uh ⌠technically, uh âŚ. nah . â
â we are number one ! â
â notice me, senpai ! â
â youâre gonna have a bad time - sans undertale [ 2015 ] â
â pokemon go to the polls . â
â is only game . why u hef to be mad ? â
â snooPINGAS usual i see . â
â POOTIS . â
â ECH . â
â do not presume . â
â iâm gay . â
â i have crippling depression ! â
â expand dong . â
â HE HAS NO STYLE ! HE HAS NO GRACE ! â
â according to all known laws of aviation â â
â what the fuck did you just say to me you little bitch ? â
â GOOD SHIT . â
â i play pokemon go everyday ! â
â BEGONE, THOT . â
â jesus christ itâs jason bourne . â
â BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY STAND ! â
â taaaaaaaake oooooooooon meeeeeeeeee ! â
â GET TO THE CHOPPA ! â
â all your base . now belong to us . â
â WOOMY . â
â i used to be an adventurer like you, until i took an arrow to the knee . â
â look at this dude . oh nononononono âŚ. â
â i am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand ! â
â exotic butters . â
â gotta go fast ! â
â what does the fox say ? â
â pen pineapple apple pen . â
â NOOOOOOO . PLEASE GOD NO, NO . NO . NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO â â
â get out of my swamp ! â
â look at all those chickens ! â
â iâm blue, dabudee dabudi . â
â thank you, __ ! but your princess is in another castle ! â
â here i come, rougher than the rest of them . â
â HEHEHE I AM A SUPAHSTAR WARRIAH â
â press f to pay respects . â
â the cake is a lie . â
â owo whatâs this ? â
â SAY WHAAAAAAAT ? â
â now this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down . â
â itâs lit, fam ! â
â yes, hello . i was wondering i you could play that song, again . â
â smoke weed every day . â
â but hey, thatâs just a theory ! A GAME THEORY ! â
â is that a motherfucking jojo reference ??? â
â [ room on fire ] this is fine . â
â fuck the police, cominâ straight from the underground ! â
â this bitch empty . YEET ! â
â god i wish that was me . â
â fuck this shit iâm out . â
â [ knuckles voice ] oh no . â
â yeah bOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII â
â dicks out for harambe . â
â guess iâll die . â
â ya like jazz ? â
â ow the edge â
â W H O M S Tâ D V E â
â words canât hurt me these shades are gucci . â
â __, shut the fuck up and get the fuck out . â
â itâs over nine thousand !! â
â HEEEEEEYEYAAAAAEYAAAEYEYE !!!! â
â rollinâ around at the speed of sound ! â
â but that all changed when the fire nation attacked . â
â that day, humanity received a grim reminder . â
â DOH ! â
â two to the one to the one to the three . â
â so long, gay bowser ! â
â WEEWOO WEEWOO â
â GRAND DAD . â
â ITâS HIP TO FUCK BEES . â
â DONâT FUCK WITH ME I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE â
â inhale my dong enragement child â
â HERE COME DAT BOI â
â look at this photograph ! â
â souljia boy i tell âem . â
â you know i had to do it to âem . â
â wake me up [ WAKE ME UP INSIDE ] â
â canât touch this . â
â deja vu ! iâve just been in this place before ! â
jenna + debby
My loves
Dorks đđđž
âhey siri play Iâm on a boatâ
âwhen a beautiful women tucks a flower behind your ear and takes you into the jungle to chocolate scrub yourselves in the river, you donât ask questions youâre just like ok yep thank youâ
Debby Ryan + InstagramÂ