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Suicide || Open
Miles looked down at the whiskey. “I have stuff,” he said. “Back at my house.” Not a place he wanted to go back to but he did owe her. “When I’m better, I’ll repay you.” That was probably longer off than he wanted to think about. But Miles believed in repaying your debts. And he certainly owed a debt to this woman. He watched her move around nervously. “You don’t have to watch me, you know. Unless you poisoned the whiskey, it’d be too much work to attempt suicide again.”
Sarah glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, okay. It's a deal." She stopped her fussing and looked him over. He was right. He didn't look up to doing much of anything. She sighed and grabbed a beat up paperback she'd been reading, then headed for the door. "Alright. Get some rest. Don't touch anything. I'll be right outside. Oh," She turned around as she reached the door. "Is anyone likely to be looking for you? Loved ones, enemies? Mostly concerned about that last one."
Sentence Meme {Princess Bride}
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
"Drop. Your. Sword."
"Life is pain, _____. Anybody who says otherwise is selling something."
"I am not left handed."
"As you wish."
"I wasn’t worried. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing."
"You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept."
"Truly, you have a dizzying intellect."
"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today."
"Have fun storming the castle."
"There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours."
"Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life."
"Have you ever considered piracy?"
"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."
"Good night, _____. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning."
"You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen."
"You seem a decent fellow… I hate to kill you."
"You seem a decent fellow… I hate to die."
"You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles."
"Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist."
"You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces."
"You killed my love."
"It’s possible. I kill a lot of people."
"I’ve hired you to help me start a war. It’s an prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition."
"No one would surrender to the Dread Pirate _____."
"I got married. I didn’t want to - it all happened so fast."
"Then you’re not married. You didn’t say it; you didn’t do it."
"Is this a kissing book?"
"A word, my lady/lord. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?"
"I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife/husband to murder and _____ to frame for it; I’m swamped."
"There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead."
"Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up."
"Please consider me as an alternative to suicide."
"There will be blood tonight!"
"That is the sound of ultimate suffering."
"Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me."
"I challenge you to a battle of wits."
"You mean, you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword, and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?"
"Thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?"
"She/He is alive, or was an hour ago. If she/he is otherwise when I find her/him I shall be very put out."
"You can die too for all I care!"
"So I’m here till I die?"
"I can cope with torture."
"I fight gangs for local charities and stuff."
"That was a warning, _____. Next time my hand flies on its own. Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman/man lies."
"I will never love again."
"You mocked me once, never do it again! I died that day!"
"To the Pain means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."
"Never go in against a ____ when death is on the line!"
"We are men of action. Lies do not become us."
"They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder."
"I would as soon destroy a stained-glass window as an artist like yourself."
"I just work for ____ to pay the bills."
"It’s not my fault I’m the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise."
"I believe everything to be a trap. It’s the reason I’m still alive."
"Stop saying that!"
Suicide || Open
"Hard to remember things like that," Miles agreed. He took the offered bottle and had a long swallow. "I just attempted suicide. What exactly do I look like i"m going ot pay you with? I wasn’t planning on making any sort of trade or anything. In fact, I thought I’d be dead by now. Still a little surprised that I’m not."
"Thought I'd ask. Just forget it." She put her hands up in a placating gesture. It wasn't much of a loss anyway, as long as he didn't drink his way through her inventory. She looked around for something to do, settling for rearranging various items and checking for loose shelves. Normally she'd go out to trade or forage, or relax for the rest of the day, but she wasn't comfortable doing either one right then.
Suicide || Open
"Thank you," Miles said, taking his food. Stew wasn’t hard to mess up at least so it would be tasty. Even an idiot like him could make decent stew. "This isn’t too bad," he complitmented. "The whiskey is better though. How long have you been making moonshine?"
"Glad to hear it." Sarah ate her food as she did the math. "Six, seven years. I'm not really sure." She got up to wash her bowl, not bothering to see if he was done. She grabbed the bottle on her way back. "Here's your booze back. I don't suppose you're gonna be paying for that?"
Suicide || Open
Miles looked the girl up and down. ”YOu’re tiny but you’re mean,” he stated. ”Fine, fork it over.” He made sure the drink of whiskey was generous. Since it had to last him until he could finish. ”That’s damn fine whiskey,” he complimented, handing it back to her. ”You make that yourself or is it pre black out?”
Sarah smirked, taking the bottle. "Yeah, I made it myself." Setting the bottle aside, she checked on the stew, stirring it. "Food's ready." She filled a couple of bowls. Sarah used her foot to nudge a crate where she wanted to sit, then offered a bowl to her guest.
Open Starter
"Yeah that was all" He said with a sad pout. "Yeah, thats all better now"
"So, ya hungry?" She dusted off her hands. "I traded for some fresh peaches yesterday, can't eat 'em all by myself."
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
Suicide || Open
"So that’s decided," Miles gestured. "Stew it is." HE looked at the water. "Do I have to?" he whined. He wasn’t in much position to argue but he really would prefer some whiskey now. It would help dull the pain through out his body. And hopefully knock him out relatively soon.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "You could've had some liquor by now if you weren't so stubborn." She crossed her arms, leaning against the table. "I can't make you drink it, but it might be a good idea." She grabbed a bottle of whiskey and walked over to him. "How about a compromise?" She offered him the bottle. "One swig to help with the pain. The rest after you drink your water."
Open Starter
"I found a gold coin, but nothing else worthy"
"Aw, is that all?" She surveyed the cabin. "I think that's good enough, don't you?"
Suicide || Open
"Lots of liquor huh? Sounds like my kind of joint," He chuckled. "I’ll pass on the water though. Makes me sick." Sort of. He preferred whiskey anyway. Better to dull the pain with. "Since you’ve got so much alcohol, you mind passing some my way?" He winced when she knocked his swords over. He was very proud of htem and he preferred they were undamaged. "Stew is fine," he agreed. "I’m not exactly in any position to argue am I?"
Sarah bent over to get a fire going in the old wood stove. She straightened up, wiping her hands off. "No, guess not." She rolled her eyes at his reluctance as she started chopping vegetables. "Drink your water, then you can have something stronger. Deal?" She finished assembling the stew and put the beat up pot on the stove, then glanced at her guest.
Suicide || Open
"Not a fan of blood?" Miles asked. He didn’t mind it. Being a soldier made sights like this routine. It used to turn his stomach when he and Bass first enlisted but it had gotten to the point where he could eat in teh same room as a dying man and feel nothing. Which explained his suicide attempt.
He jerked and hissed as she poured alcohol on his wounds. ”THat’s a waste of good liquor,” he muttered watching her work. ”I’d rather have it as anesthetic.” Of course death by infection was slow and painful. If Miles was going to go out, he wanted it to be as swift and painless as possible. He’d had enough pain for ten lifetimes.
Sarah shrugged, fastening the new bandages tightly. She'd wash the old ones later. "Liquor's not really in short supply around here", she commented, ignoring the earlier remark about blood, "and I'm sure you'll be fine". She put the kit away, walked away, and returned with a cup of water. "Here, you need to hydrate." She retrieved her bag from it's place by the door, knocking into the swords as she did, and emptied it of the items she'd found earlier. Wild vegetables, herbs, and berries fell onto the table in the opposite corner of the cabin.. "I hope you like stew, Stu..." She winced at the way that sounded. "If you don't, you're out of luck."
Open Starter
"I was a pirate searching for treasure and survival equipment"
Sarah chuckled. That explained the mess, though it didn't look much worse than usual at this point. "And how'd that work out?"
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Open Starter
Connor found what she was looking for and brought it to her
"That works." She scooped most of the mess into an old coffee can, by the looks of it, and set it on a shelf to be disposed of later. Sarah set to scrubbing at the sticky spot that remained. "So, what kind of adventure was it?"
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