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@sharkflame
deathclawjunkie:
“You’re officially terrifying… If that’s what you’re going for, congrats.” a huff, “Can I help you with something?”
@sharkflame I starter call
“ food. ” It wasn’t really a request. No, he hadn’t eaten in quite some time, and if she didn’t have food, or didn’t want to give it to him, then she was only in his way. “ —- and a weapon. ”
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.” (jay wtf i missed u so much)
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.Heart monitors always were always annoying. Spending seemingly infinite hours in hospital rooms burned the noise into the mind, haunting dreams, always a thought away. With someone who had a hard time staying out of his own mind occasionally, this proved as a distraction, keeping him from fully being aware, keeping him from knowing if he was truly conscious or in some other state. Someone was whispering above, or maybe a few too blows to the head had dulled senses. It wouldn’t be the first concussion he had suffered in his life.The familiar feeling of a mask over his mouth, pumping fresh oxygen into his lungs was what pulled him out of his trance, making him open his one good eye. His vision was blurred, but he knew who it was. No one alive that he knew had hair like hers, had a voice like that. The last thing he remembered was staring at Kimball, Washington, and Carolina before everything had gone dark.They were moving, he could feel that much, but not much else. They must have him pumped full of painkillers. For a split second, he wonders how many bullets he had taken.Closing his eye again, Terrance responds with a small noise, a grunt. He doesn’t know how she did it, but she had to have gotten him. Who else could have done it?Was he lucky, or just prone to survival? “ be c a r e f u l. ”It was less than a whisper, and he was not sure why he said it or if she even heard it. All he knew was that no matter what, part of him was happy that he wasn’t completely alone this time.
hurt meme.
blueneighbcrhood:
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
do editable reblogs not work anymore or
hurt meme.
blueneighbcrhood:
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
good news.
while my computer remains broken, and money hasn’t been available to save till now, i plan on occasionally writing here when i can use my work computer. soon i’m hoping to get a laptop and be back in full writing rp and otherwise mode. i don’t plan on abandoning the shark. i’m just trying to get myself sorted.
what doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings
no details, but i’m extremely annoyed with my own gender.
pinupiisms:
“Well, yeah! I mean – why not, right? I used to make ‘em back in my UNSC days.” she shrugs her shoulders and pulls her legs up to cross over each other. The contact against her rear spikes a bit of a hum out of the Freelancer, blue hues snapping up to meet his, “Why? Is that bad?” She should probably give his helmet back…
“Boss wouldn’t let us do things like that in the UNSC.” He commented, glancing at her as she turned to look at him, his hand not leaving her bottom just yet. “Doesn’t seem bad.” He responded, giving her another squeeze.
pinupiisms:
//: sharkflame .
“Hey, Sharkie – !” she hums, hoisting herself up on the bench next to where he was standing and picking his helmet up from the space next to her, “I put another firework together if you wanna set it off with me later!!”
He merely glances up as she greets him, eyes quickly flicking over her form before they focus on her face. As she sits, and picks up his helmet, he breathes out heavily through his nose. He doesn’t usually let people touch his things. “You’re making fireworks now?” He questioned, all the while moving his hand a bit to rest it on her bum. She was holding his helmet, why not give her a little squeeze?
might be here tonight.
would you though if things got better and the war ended?
“This isn’t my war. I’m only involved for one purpose. Things won’t get better for me. Not when I still need to hunt.”
i wanna get back on my freelancer now.
why dont you date delaware?
There’s a long moment of utter silence. Eyes, hidden by his helmet, dart to the left, a slight confusion lingering in his gaze before he shakes his head. He’d never admit that he couldn’t take another loss. Perhaps he was afraid of losing someone else he cared about. Still, that was something he would never acknowledge. “She deserves better.”
pinupiisms:
“It shouldn’t be… you’ll just have to get used to it if it is!”
She looks back up at him and huffs out a laugh.
“–Did you want to get a drink or something seeing you’re back?”
“I guess it’s not then.” He really needs to refuel and touch up his armor. “... Alright.”
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