i am so freaking bad at favorites !! i’m a mess. i’m just gonna list a few okay !
NIGHT OF THE COMET ( one of my fave movies of all time )night of the living dead, dawn of the dead ( remake and original ), day of the dead, land of the deaddead alivezombi 2does the reanimator series count?? or is that more of a frankenstein??shaun of the dead & zombieland are cutereturn of the living dead seriesresident evil series ( look i know they’re bad )does pontypool count?night of the creepscemetery man
tbh i feel like i’m leaving some stuff out but i’m running out of steam.
Nope. Despite Ingrid’s protests, she is a serial monogamist. Ever since she was around thirteen, she’s always had a boyfriend, usually in serious, dramatic on and off relationships. She had two boyfriends before the apocalypse, Adam and Kyle, and then pretty much tried to enter a relationship with Theo on and off for most of her post-apocalypse life. The closest thing she had to a one night stand is spin the bottle with Brandon when she was ‘ off again ’ with Kyle lol in high school. ( Theo would give her so much shit if he knew this. )
‘ whatever you wanna do, you little punkass, little bitch. ’
RICK & MORTY SENTENCE STARTERS
her smile falls, the corners of her lips tugging themselves into a pout. ❝ i never wanted to hurt you. ❞ never had she planned or plotted against the fox, never had she meant to THROW AWAY her friend. no, it had simply come down to opportunity and WEAKNESS. — because she was weak : cohen had said ‘come’ and oona, like a loyal puppy, had trotted along and fled with him.
she would love to beg forgiveness, tell cassidy how much she regretted it but the fact was, oona is SELFISH. she didn’t want to share and his beckoning had seemed like a choice. HE PICKED ME OVER HER. of course, her theory fell through when he decided to return for her. at least she had realized she was simply wanting attention – no feelings lingered now, not when she had anthony to shower her in affection. ❝ just … follow me. please. ❞
❣, ▶️, ✔️, 🔷, 🔺, ⚫️, 📣, ♦️, 🔘 Ok so my thing is? YOU HAVE EVERY ONE OF THESE ATTRIBUTES. Your writing is fucking amazing and like. The thing you are phenomenal at is describing a character as if I could see every minute expression that crosses their face. As if that weren't enough. Ur ass writes chemistry like NOBODY'S BUSINESS. HOW DARE YOU.
honestly this makes my life so thank you so so much!!! you’ve been one of my favourite writing partners since garth and cass first came together, so the same can definitely be said for you <333
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So this was brought up because Cillian Murphy is Irish and was born in 1976 in Ireland so he most likely remembers some of the Troubles. Anyways, in this au Alexi Nikolayevich Alexandrov is instead Aodhán McCreesh. And yes, I understand the IRA were/are considered terrorists but this is based off the fact he is a part of the most famous criminal outfit of Russia, the Bratva. So it translates into him joining one of the most famous criminal ( to some ) enterprises of Ireland.
Aodhán was born in Camlough in 1977. He became a member of the Provisional Irish Republican Army when he was 16, joining because his uncle died in the Hunger Strikes. When the ceasefire was called in 1997, he was 20, and still highly believed in an independent Ireland. He joined the Real Irish Republican Army at its forming and has been an active member ever since.
In 2014, he received a new member, Cassidy O'Shea. She’s was firebrand, as fierce as her hair and at first Aodhán despaired at trying to control her. She didn’t have an ounce of restraint in her bones and wanted to firebomb every single building that bore the British Crown.
Eventually they compromise and Cassidy accompanied them on an attack. She learned it’s not all heroism and glory but rather involved planning and waiting for an opportune time to strike. Aodhán in return learned that she had a smart head to match the rest of her and a strong resolve in their cause. Aodhán even had the sneaking suspicion that she would be the one to replace him when his time came to retire or die.
Surprisingly, they become friends. As much as two people could become friends inside a organization sworn to secrecy. Cassidy was quite the practical joker, and Aodhán picked up the habit of telling her tales his father told him about the Irish people. Although she knew most of the stories, Aodhán still enjoyed telling her them. Unofficially, Cassidy is his right hand man.
AU WHERE UM. where Alexi meets Cassie in her teenage years idk D:
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He had drifted into Sylvester, West Virginia in 2004 at dusk — rented a room at one of the few two storied buildings in town, a brick monstrosity with a broken ice machine rusting through out back. He had been directed here by an old man sitting outside of the Good Samaritan store in Whitesville just up the river, when he inquired about coal miners in the area. Within a week he had a part time job at the auto mechanics down the street. He begin photographing the residents of the town shortly after.
He was wandering the small length of Sylvester one evening, and had just knelt to photograph a man he had photographed previously in the breakyard of the mine coming home to his family. The man’s children’s excited screams filled the night so he didn’t blame himself when his viewfinder suddenly filled with a shock of red tangled hair and half a dirt smudged cheek, and a muffled angry young voice spat out ‘what the fuck are ya doin’ huh?’ His surprise at the voice made him tip over backwards, to the sound of a choked off throaty laugh, a bit like a fox gekkering. By the time he straightened himself out, his sneak attacker had assumed the position he had been in, trying to figure out what he had been doing. ’Whatcha doin’? Taking pictures of Mr. Gerald? His kids ride the bus with me. I don’t like any of them. Why are ya takin’ pictures? Are you a perv?’ The words were flowing as fast as Big Coal River behind them, and Alexi wanted to laugh when he fully observed her. A little girl who was about ten or 11, tangled flame colored hair and dirt streaked limbs crouched in the dust, a bottle of soda as big as her thigh beside her and a suspicious glare as she moved her sucker around her mouth. Her school bag was still on her back, and Alexi had to wonder if this little girl lived in one of the surrounding houses on the street. ‘I’m not a perv, but you shouldn’t be talking to strangers kid. I’m taking pictures for a book. Where’s your house? What’s your name? You shouldn’t be wandering out here at this hour,’ came his reply to her rapid fire of questions. ‘You look like a perv with your fancy camera, but nobody interestin’ is ever here so I wanted to talk to ya. And there ain’t any strangers here except you. I’m Cassie Poe, and I live over there.’ She pointed to a set of glowing lights set up the hill. And that’s how he met Cassidy Poe, who would become the main subject of his third photobook — ‘Pack’s Branch’ — named after the road she lived on.
Cassie followed him repeatedly through the following two years as he learned more about the young girl’s life. She was just as loud and rude as she was when he first met her in those two years, and became intertwined in his life. She would often follow him on his travels around Sylvester as he finished up his photographs for his second photobook ‘Comminution’ which documented the declining coal mining industry in the Appalachian foothills. He taught her how to take photographs on his Leica R3, using the makeshift darkroom he convinced the manager to let slide, all while continuing to work as an auto mechanic and worming himself deeper into the community.
And part of that community was the rest of the Poe family. He felt similarly towards Austin Poe Jr. as he did towards his older sister but he thought their father was a truly dangerous man. This was only proved when one afternoon, Cassie climbed through his window with a kitten she plopped on his desk against his protestations and then flopped onto his bed saying with startling casualness that her father wanted to drown the kitten so when she wanted to save it he had slapped her. Alexi asked if this was a thing that happened often, her father laying hands on her, and she simply replied ‘he’s been like that since momma died.’ That night when her father showed up, he actually punched the man. Regardless, her father dragged her off, and it resulted in the most heartbreaking picture of ‘Pack’s Branch’ and the final one — her small frame being dragged along by her father, anger in every line of his powerful frame, while she looked back in fear as her arm was twisted in an angle that made him furious every time he saw it in the subsequent years. He left town the next night, as he feared getting in trouble with the law for breaking her father’s nose. He kept the cat, named ‘Ziggy’ by Cassie, who accompanied him on his journey through the American West following a traveling sales crew for a year and a half to document their lives selling magazine subscriptions for his fourth photobook ‘Drummers of the West’.
He finally came back to Sylvester in 2010, and found Cassie still living in Sylvester, now 17. She had changed, and for the first week he was back, she didn’t talk to him, as she blamed him for leaving her. Once she deemed to talk to him again, he embarked on another photobook, one documenting her last year of high school, this one named ‘Get Bent’ after the first words out of her mouth when she first saw him again. In it, he documented her life of rebellion and this time he tried to stay out of the way because the last time he got deeply invested in her ended in bloodshed. He finished ‘Get Bent’ after she graduated and left Sylvester again at her request because she was leaving as well. For two years he heard nothing from her, an absolute radio silence while he worked on his sixth photobook, ‘West Shores’ documenting life on around Salton Sea. He finally went back to his hometown of New York and found a message on his answering machine from Cassidy. And just in time, as it said she would show up to his place on March fifth, which turned out to be the next day, and if he wasn’t there she would forget about him. She showed up with the sun the next day, and told him she was living in Cincinnati and had just been visiting the city when she thought about him again. But the biggest news was that she was alive and not getting into too much trouble because she had been able to get out of Sylvester permanently thanks to the royalty checks he had been sending her. Alexi was just grateful he hadn’t messed up her life too badly.
❣ ▶️ ✔️ 🔷 🔺 ⚫️ 📣 ♦️ 🔘 hEY YO LET ME TELL YOU A THING. All of these, every single one of them. But ALSO!?? You are literally so fuckin' well educated and you portray it so amazingly in your writing?1!?1/1/ AND YOU CAN PORTRAY SUCH A WIDE RANGE OF CHARACTERS WITH SUCH TALEN LIKE? Are you some kine of chameleon how dare you you're perf
Wow, Angel ! I don’t know whether to fight you or cry or fight you while crying at you !! This is so nice, thank you so, so much. I’m just a big ol’ nerd tbh, but also?? The same is true for you?? Like all of your muses are different and so well-written and I just appreciate this so much because you are so talented at portraying such varied group of characters !!
