#intovoid

[goneshe]

+ @intovoid (wen // scream au)

As soon as the body fell down and Brooke got covered in guts and blood and other such things, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Everything seemed slowed down. As if this wasn’t happening, as if it was only a dream. But then the girls started screaming louder and louder and everything sped back up. People were moving but Mo didn’t see them; she just stared at Brooke, the body and then at her shaking hands through a sheen of unshed tears only to find them, and her dress, covered in blood splatters.

[yagaymi]

@intovoid

░░░░░░ ☾ “hey, hey, have you ever considered that the world doesn’t revolve around you and your problems ? besides, i thought we were talking about me. ugh,” she puts a hand to her head melodramatically. “this whole ‘stress-eating’ thing is so not on.”

[spilledblood-a]

     ❝ M’sorry, what? ❞

     He’s taken aback, though unsure of if it’s his own fault or what was just said. He stands watch at the gate, eyes outside, and despite the intensity of his stare, he’s looking at nothing. And it’s the voice that breaks through the silence, forcing Rick’s eyes to meet the person in question. But, it doesn’t help that he’s looking at them like they had just grown a second head ( knowing they very well could’ve said the most rational thing just now ). But, hell if he’d heard it.

( @intovoid liked for a starter. )

[trustmeimawitch]

@intovoid | liked for a random starter

The headache behind his eyes still in infancy--just at the start, but Jamie knew it would soon bloom into a full fledged migraine. And with it would come a vision.

Not now, he willed, as if that could anything to stop it. It was inevitable.

Annoyed, he rubbed at his temple, switching quickly enough to rub at the bridge of his nose instead. The room he was in felt suddenly too crowded. There were far too many people, too many bodies to get hurt if this vision got bad. He had to get out of here.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, pushing past someone on his way to the door.

[madzoomerr-blog]

 ‘     take  a  picture,   it’ll   last   longer.   ’    she ‘s   felt   it   for   a   few   minutes   now   ,   the   staring       (   WHO  WOULDN’T  STARE   )      of   course   some   would,    a   new   girl   in   town   was   interesting   enough   to   be   a   sight   to   see.     then   there’s   bullies   who   don’t  even  acknowledge   your   existence   that   they   purposely   bump  you   as   if   you   were   some   object   in   the   street.   frankly,   she  didn’t  know   which   one   she   liked   better. 

//       *      @intovoid         ♡ ’d

[chokeholds--illegal]

// starter for @intovoid

Daryl could barely believe his eyes after the trade off in the hospital corridor- Beth, Beth, walking down towards them, hugging Rick with all her might. He was feeling so much in that moment: rage at the officers that stole her from him, that night at the funeral home, a moment he often beat himself up over every night since he lost her. He was finally able to breathe again knowing she was so close, so real, still alive. Alive. He knew she would make it through, he knew he had to find her, and here she was again.

He cleared his throat, glancing at his feet after realizing he had been staring at her for quite a bit. Daryl really couldn't help himself, he wanted to drink in this moment, hoping to never have to feel this worry of her being gone from all of them again. After losing everyone at the prison, Beth had been his beacon of hope in the darkness. He raised his eyes, glancing around before his eyes set back on Beth, waiting for the go ahead to get the hell out of this hospital. As the group started walking back down the stairwell, Daryl slowed his pace, trying to linger back to speak to Beth for the first time in weeks.

[losesyou-blog]

            ❛        i don’t want you comin’.         you gettin’ hurt is not somethin’ i need restin’ on my shoulders.          ❜           — @intovoid♡

[boydevoured-blog]

@intovoid ------ CHIP DOVE / STARTER CALL.

       is he really doing this? are they really---? okay. “... needy and i are just friends. i’m... almost flattered by your insecurity, but you have nothing to worry about.”