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maria is moooooving!!
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sxrvivant.
maria is moooooving!!
maria is moooooving!!
Softness is not weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.
Beau Taplin || Shed your sharp edges (via girlinlondon)
Candice Accola - Pre-Emmy Party , West Hollywood (23/08/14)
can i be really honest and say i didn’t plan on ever making this cause i thought when i reached 800 followers that was kinda it, someone had found a map and you were all hurrying off to a mUCH better roleplay blog — im serious
HOWEVER for some reason there are more of you lovely people coming around my way and i just want to thank you very vERY MUCH, you have no idea how much brighter and happier you make my life and when i cant get on my computer i feel like im lost from the little family ive made for myself on here and i just feel like everyone is part of that, not just the people in this list
so im going to go some gushing under the cut bc (as you may know) i don’t actually follow very many people but the ones i do are very important to me!!!!! so this is just another mASSIVE THANK YOU because 853 is a lot of people and im just so thankful for everyone of you and for taking an interest is my silly little sherlock oc.
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it’s a lot easier
to deal with l o n e l i n e s s
when you pretend
it’s by c h o i c e
gentilitium:
“Fuhgettaboutit—! That’ll be five quid.”
"considerin' i owe you about ten times that in hot chocolate money, i might just cough that up. you should really think about a change in careers. 's a great accent y'got there."
come on
c h a l l e n g e m e
I want to rip your throat out
R e m e m b e r i n g . F o r g e t t i n g . I’m not sure which is worse.
we are the walking dead. | zombie au.
( tygerfire. )
With one hand cupped protectively around the end of the cigarette, the other snapping the lighter into flickering flame, Sebastian kept his eyes on the pretty blonde across the way as an array of shadows danced across his countenance; the night seeming to protest the incandescent intrusion until the tobacco flared steadily into life, achieving a momentary still that captured the man’s features, albeit briefly, in a demonic fire-like glow. Intent hues kept track beneath hooded lids as that kindling flame fell slowly away; the dark, coldly shadowed, veil of night closing in once again as a small stream of smoke tarried for a moment, caught in the vacuum of a briefly held breath, before being carried off on the breeze as he allowed the cigarette to fall from his lips; caught between two fingers and already banishing ash to the tarmac below.
Upon his arrival at this place it hadn’t taken him long to work his way to the top —or close enough—the group he’d arrived with having long since realised, and realised fast, that he was, by far, their best chance for survival. He was someone whom they could trust, or so they believed; a protector, skilled marksman, obviously trained in combat, determined, and seemingly fearless. Someone who, by many an action, had proven his invaluable worth. He had been the one, after all, to lead them to safe haven; and for that his praises had been ardently sung. For that, he’d earned his first foot on the hierarchical ladder that forms in any group; and beyond this his skills had proven just as invaluable to the safe-zone community at large. He was now one of the snipers employed, by turns, to patrol the walls of the haven at night, a particularly keen eye and skilled gunman being required during the hours of darkness, and his aim had been deemed perfection seeing as he’d never once missed a shot. As well as this he was one of the chosen, and willing, few who would leave the sanctity of those walls, on occasion, to run the dangerous errand of harvesting in fresh supplies.
Right now, however, he was taking a break, and very much enjoying the view; a gentle push away from the wall he’d been leaning against now sending him off on a casual journey that would see him cross a small expanse of open courtyard (deserted save for himself), before entering the storage facility where the girl he’d been watching appeared to be equally alone. The last thing he’d expected, however, was the collision, although it did give him reason to pause for a moment, taking in, not only her flustered demeanour, her vexed tone of voice, but the backpack; obviously filled to capacity with supplies.
“——’Scuse you, sweetheart.”
Blue eyes swept, once again, over the top of the pack before doing a quick round of the area behind her; the interior of the facility silent and indeed free of anyone else, which pleased him no end as his gaze sailed back to hers. “Gathering in a late night carry-out, huh? … Whereabouts you located? I’ll give you a hand back with that if y’like?”
his words--hell, his presence--saw the immediate tightening of her jaw, the the pinkish hue infecting the planes of her cheeks being coupled with an almost shameful dipping of her blonde head. course, she was one of the few residents of the haven with little to be shameful of (at least in her own eyes); her newfound company... well, of him she wasn't quite so convinced. sure, the logic of why he was so readily placed onto his pedestal made sense to a degree--she'd heard of his aim, of his godforsaken 'fearlessness' that she'd be damned to believe that anybody possessed in the days of the new world--though still, the popularity of guy hadn't resonated with her quite in the way it had with so many of their fellow inhabitants. but while that dislike was playing ardently across her features, it was yet still overshadowed with the presiding sense of worry knotting in her chest; polite or no, even in the days before corpses walked, maria knew above many that had a tendency to mean little; careful, calculated consideration being taken before she permitted her following words. and all the while, that flush remained.
“---- shouldn't you be on guard, right now?”
while it was a minor action at most, a gulp journeyed down the column of her throat, a contradictory defiance being illustrated in the hardness of her blue gaze. be his apparent, relative kindness real or not, he was in a position to tell the exact people she didn't want knowing of her leave that she was breaking one of the most pivotal rules of the haven; careful footing was a must. course, care of that regard was far from something that came easy to the girl: unparalleled pride, and all. the only factor of the situation that she could see weighing in her favour was that he'd seemingly allocated himself something of a break (a break which maria had the enraging suspicion had been spent with his gaze her way).
there was nobody on his post.
“ ... it's not for me. one of the kids in my block isn't feelin' too good. i only came out here because--because there's a rumor goin' around that one of th' walls is startin' to cave. ” her gaze was tentative as it remained on his; she wondered if he believed her lie. “ ... do you think you could show me? ”
psa on formatting;; i don’t give a frick frack didily dack paddy whack what sort of formatting you use when we write together, whether you’ve got fancy shit up the wazoo, or whether it’s just straight up plain. however i style my own is simply a personal choice, because i enjoy writing that certain way. never feel the need to do the same, or to tart up your own style. you’re all precious unicorns in my humble opinion, so just spread the love !! peace, bruh.
And here I am { alive }. And I don’t have the right.