#* v. tbt.

[nighthire-a]

" can i . . . help you ? " / @bl4spheme

[hopeforged]

" you’re being followed, pretend you know me . " / @enr4ged

[nighthire]

DARKNESS SURROUNDS HIM ⎯⎯ the flashlight in his grip barely pushing through the denseness of it. how the hell was he always ending up in these situations ? thank god he hadn't accidentally dragged abby into it. again. " i know you're there, @melatcnin . . . "

[flxmekeepr]

" are you hurt ? " the dead surrounding them had left her half out of breath; hand still grasping the knife in her grip. everything had happened so fast. the horde had stumbled out of a nearby building without warning and they had had little time to react; blood soaking them both through. she was desperate for a shower. her skin ached. but her main focus was making sure adrian was okay. " were you bit ? " / @surviveds

[storiesforgedaa]

@shinedied​ liked for a starter !

“  we’re  almost  out  of  fuel.  maybe  we  should  stop  for  the  night.  ”

[cravesfreedom]

@ratherbewild​  said :  “you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?!” patience @ noah   ---  meme.

      His skin is  pale  in contrast with the  rich  red  blood  seeping between his fingers as he presses firmly against the wound under his rib cage.   He doesn’t look up at her,  not that she’d  notice  ;  she’s too busy gaping at the blood loss staining his clothes  ( his favorite shirt ! ).   He’s in a lot of pain but he still remembers to be  embarrassed  he’s,  yet  again,  proved to be useless in a fight.

      ❝   Just long enough for you to kick some ass.   I  didn’t  want  to  interrupt.   ❞

[trvgcdiv]

❝ don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning . ❞ - thetis @ helen // @godbanes​

repo! the genetic memes.

          Helen closed her mouth almost as soon as she opened it. She shook her head in denial of that which Thetis had offered. 

It would be a lie to say that the thought didn’t tempt her---it did. In fact, there was little that Helen desired more than the escape that Thetis offered her. The freedom---the peace it would bring---to leave behind the whole mess of human living and just... breathe. A woman reborn, master of her own life... free to mourn the loss of her love and the burning of the city that housed her... 

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. 

“I dare not. Troy burned to ash because she sheltered me---how could I leave her women behind to their fate? I would buy my freedom in their blood and tears.” 

Her own eyes were dry; she hadn’t wept for years, even when Paris had fallen. No tears left to cry, not since she had been the girl on the banks of Eurotas. Mud at her back, eyes full of sky. 

“But I thank you, Goddess, for the blessing you have offered.” 

[storymadea]

@crisisbabe​ gets a smol starter !

“  listen  . . .  ”  she’s  been  a  hard  nut  to  crack  and  althea  GETS  IT.  deep  down,  there’s  a  voice  that  tells  her  that  her  brother  is  DEAD  AND  GONE.  she  never  saw  his  body.  the  phone  lines  cut  out  before  she  could  get  ahold  of  him.  but  she  carried  around  HOPE  that  he  might  be  somewhere  out  there  still.  and  she  can  FEEL  that  hope  radiating  off  of  the  girl  before  her.  EVEN  if  she  refuses  to  show  it.  she’s  heard  about  her  sister  and  her  boyfriend  but  only  LITTLE  things  and  she  knows  pushing  isn’t  KIND  in  the  face  of  possible  death  but  she  finds  it  so  difficult  to  hold  back.  especially  when  the  story  is  SO  CLOSE.  “  i  know  it  doesn’t  feel  like  it  but  . . .  it  helps  to  TALK  about  them.  helps  to  . . .  to  remember  the  good  things  until  you  can  SEE  them  again.  ”