#lifeoverall

[deresistencia]

"You look like you need a drink. Don’t bother with the cantina. Got somethin’ better.”  A bottle is withdrawn from underneath the stall and set between them. He’s a stranger, and he looks like trouble, but he also looks like he’s seen trouble, and Gem’s heart bleeds just a bit much.  

@lifeoverall​      /      ( 𝚂𝙲. )

[vxmpire-bxt]

👌 negan to beth duh

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine! - ACCEPTING

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"...on a serious note, I feel the same way! Does this mean I can tell the Saviours to stop rating me over the radio because we've officially confessed?"

[starschaseda]

insert heart emoji here uwu but SAY SOME NICE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF. tell me what you're most proud of accomplishing. what you think others see good in you. how you've improved in one big way over the past year. you know yourself better than anyone so LET'S HEAR IT COWARD

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝙰 ❤️ & 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 !   — this is cheating.

you promised a challenge and oh boy did you deliver. i really can’t tell you anything that i’m proud of accomplishing, or what i think others see that’s good in me. i’m genuinely not really… proud of anything, and i really don’t know what other people might see that’s good in me. i don’t see much good in myself. i know that that’s bad, it’s just where i’m at. 

all i know is that over the past year, i survived. i won’t get into the details but i survived some pretty awful things, some pretty hard things, and i think it made me maybe a little stronger.

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hc prompt: when he was young did poe ever expect he'd make as much of a name for himself as he has? who has influenced him the most to follow his dreams and keep him on his path?

    Poe didn’t know if he would or not. But he always wanted to live up to his parent’s reputation. He’s a child of war whose always grown up on the stories. So it’s instilled in him deep to do them proud. To protect the galaxy like they did. He wants to be well known like them as a kid, sure. To be a famous name and a highscore on a flight sim. He dedicates his whole childhood to learning to fly, to exploring and learning survival skills so he can do just that. His mother for sure inspired him to keep fighting. She died saving people. He won’t have his life end any other way. His father as well inspired him to survive and to remember that there’s a life after the war and to fight for that. Leia is for sure another influence. She’s his mentor. The woman who guides him when he feels like he’s lost. She knew his mother and he remembers her at the funeral. When she asked him to join her and fight he did it without hesitation because she too was just as upset with how the Alliance was handling the rising First Order threat. His family guides him. All the way.

[resistancexfighters]

@lifeoverall said: han is just going to 'borrow' all of whiskey's whiskey for a while. he'll pay it back. eventually. probably. uwu

Whiskey’s not even going to fight the handsome man, he’s too tired, he is however willing to bargain for or even share his whiskey with Han.

[legacybeynemoved]

lifeoverall replied to your post “i’m wondering if i should make tamas ten years older than poe or five...”

Make him a boomer

technically poe’s the boomer of the two...since he was born during the population boom after the battle of yavin :| and tamas has to live with the knowledge that war makes his aunt and uncle horny

[t-chambler-archived]

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine // @lifeoverall

Tara @ Negan rn

[lespendragons]

right in the guts. angst sentences // accepting.

@lifeoverall​ said: “Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?” // Crowley 

     “What?” her head still aches, and she pulls her knees closer to her chest in a pathetic attempt to distance herself from him. “To be... a demon?” Right. No, there is nothing right about this, she’s seen enough weird things, she is one of them, the weird things, but demons – this isn’t real. It would mean that there is a God, the Christian kind, and angels, and Hell, and if there is Hell, she is going there. 

      This is not what Morgana is used to believing in. This is not an idea she’d like to entertain either, and, truth be told, she’d rather laugh it off, get away, pretend she doesn’t believe him in the slightest. But his eyes. They aren’t like anything she’s seen before, captivating and terrifying at the same time – no, she’s seen eyes like these already. Those of snakes. 

      Fallen leaves stick to her palms. She’s made a habit out of it, it appears – waking up in the middle of the forest with a bleeding wound or a splitting headache, and a full realization that she should be dead. But she has to admit, she might have overreacted a little – it’s not every day someone claims to be a servant of Satan, and, frankly speaking, she isn’t sure this is still her world to begin with. In her world, there were no demons. Especially not the kind who never wanted to be one in the first place. Or the kind to lay it on a relative stranger. 

       And she always thought, assuming that demons existed, that they looked like beasts – horns and tails and everything. Crowley looks... human enough, apart from the eyes. 

      “Are you here to take me to Hell then?”