little red

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[smolxginger-blog]

here’s my bff (my boyfriend) and I :))))))

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[hernandofuentes]

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Bethy!

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and another thing; your shitty ass camo jeep ain’t shit compared to his mustang.

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Some real shit. You don’t find true love at sixteen. Okay? Boys and girls. PEOPLE CHANGE. You may think you love them, but when they start lying to you and your friends catch them doing shit you told them not to do, you should leave them. It’s not gonna change. If you believe their lies and trust them, you’re only gonna get hurt. Now what’s hard is finding the person who you actually are in love with, and you can’t stop thinking about your ex. Now, I’m out of my toxic relationship, and I’m in a healthy one now. I didn’t wanna leave the “love of life” but if I didn’t, I’d still be with an asshole that picked himself over me. I’m happy I’ve found the person I love and dropped that loser that only loved himself. And to the people who are picking themselves over their partner, and lying to them and cheating them outta love: Go fuck yourself.

[willpoultry]

What's Wills favorite animal

I’m not sure he’s ever said, but I’d guess it’s a giraffe. He takes a lot of pictures with giraffes.

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So I think I’m gonna start a roleplay group. Yes I will still be writing for Beth.

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you should write a back story on gally!

I’ve been thinking about it... I might do it tomorrow <3 xo

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“I always feel like everything I shoot is a student project, and nobody else knows about it. I forget, in the moment, that other people will see it.” --- Holland Roden

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“How can we make our own future if ours is already planned for us.” written by Samantha (smolxginger)  word count: 843

“Do you think she’ll remember me? I mean we---“ A young boy’s voice squeaked, before he was so rudely interrupted by Ava Paige. His green eyes floated away from the adult, and went back to the redhead who was lying still on the table top. She had wires all over her chest and head. The young boy didn’t like seeing her like this, but he knew it was what they had to do. “That’s not the point. The point is that you and her go through with the plans. But, we are going to give her one memory of you, of your choosing. So try and pick one and I’ll program it into a microchip; so that when she gets stung by the grievers she’ll remember you. Either it’ll give her hope, or make her go insane, and of course you know that was joke. So why don’t you pick one of your favorite memories for Beth. That’s what we’re going to call her.” The blonde haired woman gave the young boy a wire to stick to the side of his head. That’s how WICKED got memories out, and of course it was easier. He stuck it to the side of his head and started to remember his favorite scenario. When he first met her. She was covered in dirt and her accent was thick and kind of funny. Her little nose was covered in freckles and she always had a pout on her face. He thought she was the most beautiful little ragamuffin he’d ever seen. All the other girls at WICKED were always so clean and they always were so damn prissy. But this little redhead was different. He introduced himself to the girl, and she grabbed his hand and shook it. He wasn’t used to girls doing that. Only men did that… and it was highly respectful of her to do. And ever since then he’s always respected her and took care of her. And because he wanted her to remember his face, he pictured himself and her beside him. One extra thing, he needed to add. He pictured himself bending down and kissing her. It was so important that she’d remember that. Because then she’d know he was safe and when The Maze Trails ended, she’d come back to him. He wanted her to remember his face, so he put an extra memory in there. Ava Paige won’t know; she doesn’t even check them anymore. He took the wire off and gave it back to her, in hopes of that last memory would make it to Beth. “Is she gonna be okay…? I mean—I know some of the girls just went blank for two years…” He’d seen some of his best friends go through that. It was terrible. They had to be taken back and reevaluated. “Yes. She’s much stronger than the others, you know that. Stop being so worried.” Soon they carried Beth to The Box and let Gally spend ten extra minutes with her. WICKED was so damn sadistic… They knew it’d break Gally’s heart that he had to leave her. But it was what they had to do. He brushed the hair from her ear so he could whisper one last thing to her. Then The Box started to lift up. “You have to promise you’ll remember my green eyes.” Loud grinding filled the air and the redhead shot up with a big gasp of air. She was petrified to death. Nothing made a lick of sense and what was worse is that she didn’t remember a damn thing. Nothing at all. And if she did try to remember something, it faded quickly. Only thing she could remember was her name. Beth. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to remember all she could. Nothing came up but grey faces and one voice that stood out. “Remember my green eyes.” Before she forgot it, and picked up a rock that had been on the ground beside her and sharpened it down to a fine point. She took the rock and craved the words ‘Green Eyes’ into the palm of her hand. Blood poured heavily from her palm, but she couldn’t forget it. Never. It had to be important and it was the only thing she remembered besides her name. She ripped a piece of cloth from her shirt and wrapped it around her hand to stop the bleeding. Since there was nothing else to do besides lie down before this box stopped completely to where ever the hell it was going. She lies there staring into darkness as she forgot everything--- even why her hand was bleeding. Only thing she remembered was her name. Beth. Soon she fell asleep, but that didn’t last too long because The Box stopped and started to open. Three girls stood above her. One squealed when she saw the redheads bloodied up hand. There was one tall girl. She was beautiful and her skin was so dark but when the sunlight hit her, she looked like gold. Then there was the squealing blonde girl; who was tiny and seemed quite annoying. The tall girl helped Beth out of The Box and gave her a warm smile, before looking at her hand. She unwrapped it and patted some blood out of the way. “Green Eyes? Why did you----“ “Harriet you know why. She obviously needed to remember she has green eyes… for some reason…” “Why does she need to remember the color of her eyes, Sonya. That makes no sense at all.” “Would you sticks just let her breathe. She’s been in The Box for an hour and she needs some time to take shit in. So I’m gonna show her around The Glen while you two deal with the runners.” Harriet and Sonya nodded at the other girl, and walked off towards a small shack. The brunette helped Beth wrap up her hand back up. “I’m Emeline, I’m the keeper of the builders… And I didn’t even get to ask your name with those two heathens breathing down my neck. Goodness, they always gotta hover when we get a new Glenner.” The redhead looked up to the other girl and gave her an annoyed look. She unwrapped her hand and threw the blood stained cloth to the ground. Her green eyes noticed a small rubber band around Emeline’s wrist and she pawed at it until the older girl gave it to her. “My name is Beth and would you please put my hair up for me because I can’t do it.”

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“If you manifest your true self through nature and your normal surroundings, I find that the most eerie. Like when you see birds suddenly start flying in a different direction or when you see moths forming weird shapes, I think that's the weirdest way to let yourself be known.” --- Holland Roden

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Her name was Beth. inspiration (x) 

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Beth sneakily hitting Gally’s butt (◕‿◕✿) Gally picking Beth up and throwing her over his shoulder (◕‿◕✿) Beth poking Gally’s cheek when he’s sleeping (◕‿◕✿) Gally cooking breakfast for Beth (◕‿◕✿) Beth sneaking into the shower with Gally (⊙‿⊙✿) Gally washing Beth’s hair in the shower (◠‿◠✿)

[willpoultry]

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“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”