#gcdspride

[solarsought]

“I’m not listening to fucking music,” Joey says turning the radio off before any music can even start playing. They need to get to Missoula now and this road trip was not happening with shitty pop music to make the trip seem more unbearable. She rubs her temples before she looks over at the Rookie. “You doing okay over there?”

@gcdspride​ // muses i’m feeling sc

[iscariotsdeputy]

staci - what would you do for a klondike bar? // look listen -- hi lmao

    “I’ll kick ass. I’ll kick anyone’s ass. I’ll kick your ass. I’ll kick your dog’s ass. I’ll kick my own ass.”

[iambecomewrath-blog]

Hope County Deputies + Their Name Meanings

@gcdspride @rookiepipebomb @iscariotsdeputy @madestrcng @cultfought @dcputyrook @hcpesiscariot

[flosfidem-blog]

                            ◖ continued from here with @gcdspride ◗

    ❝  But you’re not making it better,  ❞

    And suddenly her voice took a bitter edge, like shattered glass, the sharper shards violent, bloodied blades ; the edge fell upon her expression which too turned sour, and in a moment of great  R A G E  she reached with both hands to push her away, offended by the closeness that she herself had fostered. Faith thought of the blood those hands had known – of her angels forever lost, of her priestesses whose loyalty had never wavered, of her brothers, whom she had loved wholeheartedly despite their violence, despite their distance – and was filled with a mighty disgust. The bliss swirled around her, but its beauty brought her no comfort.

    It still hurt in the Bliss. Nothing was supposed to hurt there. She wasn’t—- she wasn’t supposed to feel like this when into the petals she sank, when by the hand she guided others deeper into the gates.

    The pain angered her again and so she stood her ground, spat words like violent venom.

    ❝ You’re ruining everything!  ❞

    But the sentence choked on a sob. Blinking away tears, she turned her head, cast her gaze beyond the grasses, to distant pools of crystal water. It wasn’t supposed to hurt. She wasn’t supposed to HURT. Immediately, she felt very tired, the rage slipping from her fingertips like fine grains of sand.

    Faith reached out one hand, and for a moment it seemed her touch may graze Micah’s flesh as it had before. But she fell short, dropped the limb back to her side. What did she have, if she did not have her family? All else had been stolen from her. If she was to be next, she hoped there was peace to be found in the beyond.                    

    ❝  You could still come with us, to the new Eden. The world is dying, Deputy. We don’t all have to die with it.  ❞

[flosfidem-blog]

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

                                                       ‘ HURT ’ STARTER MEME

   She turned over-shoulder to face the source of the words, lips curving with a smile, a hint of danger upon the corner touch, barefoot in the kitchen in a soft white night-dress.

   ❝  And that  unsettled  you ?  ❞

    In her voice lingered the dying edges of  amusement,  that early morning sort of lilt that took her with such delicate ease. Faith was radient then, standing golden with the window behind her beyond which the sun dared peek, voyeur to their meeting   (  something prickled in the back of her mind, a learned shame, the eyes of Joseph witness to every thought though the sensible part of her that still remained knew he was more man than God, not as omnipotent as voraciously he claimed  ).   She took one step back, then two, until her spine touched the counter she reached to hoist herself onto, feet swaying, a portrait of innocence that did not touch upon the sharpness of her teeth.

    ❝  I would’ve thought you’d be  disappointed  to find me still here, Deputy.  ❞

[flosfidem-blog]

' i can't get you out of my head-- ' the words came out of the blue - and first micah didnt want to say anything but the moment the thought came across her mind- her impulsiveness, however, got the better of her. micah had looked away almost immediately after saying that - a habit she's trying to stop herself from doing, a habit that has been hard to break - still looking away from faith, micah spoke again, ' i can't get it to stop -- but i dont want it to -- what have you dont to me -- '

    ❝  Doyou think I want  this?  ❞

    She sounded desperate,voice a plea, a cry to the heavens.

                   OH, LORD, PLEASE

    And so desperatelystill did she move like a whirlwind or something as wild, pacing several stepsone way and then turning to pace back, expression unsettled, a  disturbance  amongst the placid waters that sheembodied. Faith – Rachel – whichever of those beings was experiencing thatfeeling   ❪  that felt so similar to the one shethought she had left behind so long ago, that had been taken away, abandonedlike the woman that provoked it in the name of The Father, the grace of hisword  ❫   turned again, somewhat erratic, andreached to grasp the Deputy’s face between both of her palms, pulling to forcea join of their gazes.

    Perhaps it was fake ;perhaps this was all an intricately fraudulent act, formulated from Micah’s ownmind, plucked and pulled from threads her nails had stolen from her skin, apurposeful attempt to be precisely what she had to be to pull this one in.

    But that look in hereyes did not look fake.

    No. No, it lookedfrighteningly  real.  That, of course, didnot necessitate TRUTH with a woman such as this one … but no lie looked like itcould birth from those lips when that way they pulled to utter the words,

    ❝  Iwish I could get  you  out of mine. ❞

[adventuriem]

“  you know,  sometimes you don’t have to find the answers.  i think it can be enough to just admit you’re lost.  for now.  ” // for faith - hope you dont mind!

@gcdspride. micah ; 

          ❝ are you finally willing to admit to yourself? how lost you are? ❞ normally it didn’t take so long to make someone see, but the father had stated to her and to the other heralds that the deputy WOULD join their family. maybe this was the moment. maybe faith had done her job right!

          ❝ don’t worry, deputy. the father HAS the answers you’re looking for. ❞ she smiled in an almost childlike innocence and glee. it always elated her when someone walked the path.

[cultfought]

when joey opened her door, she wasn't exactly sure what she was EXPECTING -- but it sure as hell wasn't micah.

she hasn't heard form her in weeks -- and now here she is? at joey's doorstep? part of joey is so RELIEVED -- micah's clearly safe, at least at first glance, and hell she wasn't dead. but that relief didn't last long. . . narrowed eyes and folded arms followed quickly enough.

"and where have you been?"

@gcdspride / sc.