#dustwalk

[onlyjokesherebro]

❝ Look at me, psychological damage up to here! ❞

iasip starters || accepting

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  He nods in companionable understanding. Sympathetic, empathetic, we-survived(-kinda)-the-same-sorta-shit understanding. And drunk.

  Watching her talk with her hands and her mouth and her words and waving the now-empty bottle in her hand as though it’s an illustrating wand makes him realise he doesn’t remember the last time she was drunk and this animated at the same time. Perhaps they’d be better off if he never had a memory of it, if she didn’t need to or fall into this instance.

      “So fucked, Sam.” Nurses his own bottle, slumped in such a way that’ll give him grief when he moves in about three hours time. “Some goddamn fucking… bullshit. We’ve been schlocked.”

[toobitchy-blog1]

@dustwalk   ❤’d for a starter

  “It doesn’t make any sense.” Emily blurted out suddenly. Maybe it was guilt that brought the words to her lips. Maybe it was denial or sadness. It was so cold on the mountain, Hannah and Beth were probably dead. Maybe they found shelter, or maybe someone hurt them. Well, besides her and her friends. 

  “I mean, they have to be somewhere. Sam, they couldn’t just vanish into thin air. I bet they just aren’t looking hard enough.” 

[jawdrcpping]

@dustwalk ❤️’d for Jess

“ Sam? W-wait how did you get down here?” She wasn't aware of a lot in the moment and her head was pounding so hear it felt like it might explode. But, she did know she was in the mines, the same ones her and Mike fell into earlier in the evening. But she wasn't sure how long she had been there, or how sam had gotten down there. Nonetheless she was happy to no longer be on her own. “ Fuck, thank god you found me. I don't know where I am, I-I just I can't figure out how to get out. Sam please, please you know how t-to get out right?” it was obvious she was a shell of her former self now, a complete mess in actuality. Dirt and blood covered the skin that could be seen. Although, she was thankful for the coat she had found given the little warmth it provided to the rest of her body. She carefully wrapped arms around the other wincing as she did but, right now all she wanted was a hug something to assure her Sam was real.

[onlyjokesherebro]

accent !!

accent challenge || 10/10

{{ we’re ready to effin rumble

[rageburdened-archive-blog]

“Where is the ‘hell yeah I wanna do this’ option?”

“that dude” quotes meme || accepting

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“What would you say if I said it was in my ass? ’cause I don’t think you’d be that enthusiastic about lookin’ for it then.” Pause. “It’s not actually up there. I dunno where it is.”

[rageburdened-archive-blog]

“was it worth it?”

hemel is vlakbij / heaven is near starter sentences || still accepting

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He stares at her, bridge of his nose pinched between forefinger and thumb, and motioning for another tissue.

 “No. Wasn’t.”

It wasn’t as though he was looking for a fight (not tonight, anyway), so this bloody nose and bruising cheek is uncalled for. And the throb in his ribs. Ow.

 “Bottle. Hot water bottle. Please.”

[onlyjokesherebro]

“oh, shut up!”

hemel is vlakbij / heaven is near starter sentences || still accepting

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  OK, she’s aggravated. OK, she’s frustrated. OK, she’s tired of hearing him babble about what he coulda-woulda-shoulda done instead of what he definitely did do (no backsies, Christopher!). He gives her a sharp elbow to the ribs anyway. He’s aggravated, he’s frustrated. He’s reluctant to be logical and rational and apologetic.

     “Can’t fucking help it,” he snarls instead, hunching in further on himself. “I just can’t stop thinking about it, Samantha.” There’s plenty of time, later, when he’s alone, to think about it, too. He’s not looking forward to it, and he suspects she won’t, either. Not wanting to think about what Josh did to her (Chris doesn’t know, doesn’t know the details, but she’s hiding, and there’s only a hint thanks to imagination).

  He’s called in next. He limps in without looking at her.

[rageburdened-archive-blog]

"I forgot where I parked my car."

random starters || accepting

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“Then steal someone else’s.” A beat of silence, a likely suspicious side-eye from Sam, and then Jake breaks into a grin. “I’m fully kidding. That’s illegal, and I would neverrr--” Breaks into a giggle when she gives his arm a little tap with a fist.

“Well, unless you have a beeper like the rest of us fancy-shmancy-pantsy... people, then we’re gonna have to go row-by-row.” Bullshit suggestion, but he loves a wind-up.