#pbandjmurphy

[i-mthebadguy]

I just wanted to tell you that I love and appreciate you bc shitty days suck and I want you to remember that I'm here for you when you have a bad day :)

[wiggles around happily] aw, thank you girlie! I’m doing alright now, but I just had to deal with a few things/people that I really wanted to avoid. !Oh yea! Speaking of which, I had to deactivate my Skype :( I’ll let you know when I get a new one!

[gotthewrongguy-blog]

pbandjmurphy replied to your post “Okay but has anybody read the super gay and nsfw online comic...”

I HAVENT READ THAT BUT IF ITS LIKE SPACEY SHIT IM DOWN WITH THAT KINDA THING AND WHEN I GET ON MT LAPTOP TONIGHT I MIGHT SEE IF J CAN READ THAT COMIC

IT IS SPACEY. JUST HEADS UP IT’S HELLA GAY AND HELLA NOT SAFE FOR WORK. PENISES EVERYWHERE.

[bobmorleyisking]

I sent you sasskingmurphy :') and my selfie tag is /my-face

Thanks sweetie ♥Best girl friend: RavenBest male friend: AtomEnemy: LexaShip: MurphyYou are: grounder / ice nation / sky person / mountain menStatus: alive / dead / unknown

NO MORE ♥

[damnbrace-archive-blog]

pbandjmurphy

                        Raven stood in complete solitude in the dressing room.                Thanks to school policy, the locker rooms were to be gender                separated. Being the only girl on the football team she spent a                multitude of after games and practices alone. In this scenario,                the dressing room Raven current resided in was unfamiliar to her.

                        Her team had just finished a game at one of their higher                 ranking rival schools. More specifically, her team had just won                 a game at one of their higher ranking rival schools. thanks to                 Raven, she would like to believe. Within the unknown dressing room,                 Raven stood in a mess of her possessions, her jersey and gear                 thrown over various things throughout the room. This was one of the                 many benefits of a practically personal dressing room. 

                         Raven whistled as she began to pull on her everyday clothing,                 taking up the longitude of time she knew she had. She faced the                 wall as she strained to reach behind her back, clipping the hinges on                 the back of her bra one by one. This made it impossible for Raven                 to notice the other enter the chamber.

[anakinskywalkher]

John Murphy family headcanon and sad canon ! (yes im angst af)

here we go bruh (angsty high five!)

After the death of his father, Murphy goes to school but he no longer participates, his ears often echo with the screams of his mother from the night before. His stomach rumbles at moments when its silent and his cheeks redden. When he shows up with bruises on his arm and face the teachers pull him aside to ask if he’s okay, he tells them yes (”you murderer, -slap- you don’t deserve love -kick-, you should’ve died instead,-kick,kick,kick-) he tells them he’s fine.

~

It doesn’t get better after the first three years, it gets worse. Mbege knocks on their door every morning, sometimes he finds a bloody boy with no light in his eyes, he takes the broken child to his room and hides him there when his parents are at work, he always tells their teacher Murphy’s sick, but he knows they don’t believe him but both Mbege and Murphy know that it’s better to have an sad child on the Ark than an orphan.

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He feels joy when he finds her body and immediately after that he pinches himself, punishment (it must be given even when she can’t anymore). When he fetches a guard they comment that it’s strange that he doesn’t cry, the doctor calls it shock but Murphy calls it relief.

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They call him a fuckup when the guards arrest him, he struggles but it’s halfheartedly, and even the guards know it. The doctor checks the marks on his wrist, crescent moons dance across his skin, she asks him why and he shrugs. Punishment. 

~

He laughs so hard when they pull his nails out, even his own control, his own punishment was taken from him. He cries for his father for the first time in nine years.

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send me amazing shizzle? 

[stilesstarkweather-blog]

pbandjmurphy

It always starts around the same time. Every year. It always starts with Stiles.

Every time he coughs, they tense, because they know what’s coming. Is it a normal cough? It is. It’s not started yet. Then one day it isn’t a normal cough, and he perches over, coughing until there’s blood bursting out from his throat. It goes on for long minutes, while Murphy holds him, massaging his back, whispering soothing words until it stops.

Then they know they have one month.

They don’t talk about what happened ten years ago now. They don’t even think about the people they entered a haunted house with. Not by names. It will be fun, they said. They all walked in either way, even though Stiles was one of the people who said it was a stupid idea. At first it was silly. Peacemaker playing some pranks on the girls, making them smack him in the head. Goggles bringing out an ouija board (even though Stiles immediately disagreed - again, ignored), and for some reason the board spelled out stupid stuff like ‘boobies’, and ‘penis’ Murphy’s laughter at Stiles’ angry scowls. And then, predictably it all went to shit.

During most of the year, Murphy’s leg was fine, but during this month, he had to lean on a cane. It sometimes acted up, especially in cold weather, but mostly, Murphy was too proud to use a cane, even if he had to jump on one leg to get around. During this month, the pain was so unbearable, that he had to swallow his pride, or risk not moving around. One risk they couldn’t take.

They didn’t actually see all of them die. They just sometimes got separated and never ran into them again. (Not even years later, altough Stiles sometimes could swear he had seen the Mechanic’s limping figure from the windows.) They had heard a window crash and saw the King’s broken body, four floors from where they stood, in the concrete. (Wasn’t there, when they got out.) Princess got grabbed by black hands that came from the wall, and dragged her inside. She was kicking and screaming, and actually managed to bite some black fingers off, before she disappeared in the brick wall. And so on, and so on. Some, they had seen. Others, they had just heard. Until only two of them remained.

They had gotten better and better at this. Through the year, they would be searching the web, looking for potential candidates. Writing lists. Usually college groups, or stuff like that. The house liked young adults, the ones with most fire in them. Visiting forums that the chosen ones visited, befriending some of them through the internet. There were always people who loved spooky stories. Never tell them too spooky stories, though. They agreed to mention the King’s death sometimes, the way he fell out from the window, and that how weird it was. Enough to add spooky things to the story, but enough so they can handwave it as an accident. They would always come, someone would always come, usually giggling. Once, a group came with an equipment, trying to play Ghostbusters. They would show them around during the day. Murphy with his cane, Stiles sometimes having coughing fits. Telling clichéd spooky stories about seeing ghosts, the people who supposedly died so long ago. They were getting really good at that. Then they would walk out, wishing the group good luck. They would close the door behind them. Not bothering putting up chains or padlocks, or turning a key. It’s not like the house would have let anyone else leave.

Stiles could only hear his own breath, and Murphy’s heartbeat as they were sitting in the corner of one of the rooms. (So many rooms, too many, the house was just fucking with them at this point, changing the layout as it wanted.) “You really must hate me.” Murphy whispered. Stiles closed his eyes. “Of course I don’t, dumbass.” They heard a scream, bloodcurling scream, right outside the door, Goggles’ scream. They heard fists banging on the door. They didn’t get up. (They didn’t see everyone die, but Goggles was separated from them for so long, it was impossible. It was impossible.)

The police sometimes came, and they often did something different. Sometimes, they first directed the group to somewhere else, another town, another state sometimes, only to get to them with a grin. ”We can’t just give out the address to that place all over the internet. Everyone would come here, you see.” And then getting back with them. (Usually neither of them could drive at this point. Stiles grew progressively weaker and paler, often sweating or coughing. Murphy couldn’t have used the car with one functioning leg. So they usually used public transport, and then came back along with them, in their cars.) Other times, they claimed the people never arrived, or had already left. But that was too suspicious. Better to avoid the police at all. (Altough can you arrest someone from this? Is there a law for this? Probably, it does count as murder, or manslaughter, but is there a jury who would believe the claims? A couple luring victims to a haunted house. Ridiculous.) (And not like there were ever any bodies to be found.)

Murphy’s leg got caught. Well. That is a very mundane description. The ghost grabbed his leg, and pulled him backwards, his face frozen in a grotesque scream, and Murphy screamed at Stiles to run, damnit, but Stiles wouldn’t let go of his hands. It was like a Tug-o-War, with Murphy as the rope, and the match seriously unbalanced. And then, snap. And Murphy screamed, this time from the agony, and for some reason, the ghost let go. Stiles had to drag Murphy away from there, his leg bending in an unnatural angle.

What neither of them counted on, was Ava. Five years ago Murphy randomly ran into a bunch of young homeless junkies. He didn’t even have to offer them spooky things. Just a house where they can go, and get high. They weren’t even suspicious, they just wanted to trash a place, and be comfy while being high. One of them had a toddler, and both Stiles and Murphy paled when they saw them turn up with her. They managed to convince the mother to leave her there. It has lots of places where a toddler can fall down. You don’t want the child to wander around while you guys have fun. Then of course they were faced with the dilemma of not knowing what to do with a child. Then they got a letter. Consideration for services rendered - it was written on the envelope. Inside, there were adoption papers, waiting to be signed. Stiles had to catch Murphy when his bad leg gave out upon reading it.

Murphy knew that the beings, the entities were about to kill Stiles, and will make him watch it. At one moment, they were close to each other. The next, there was a glass wall between them, but unbreakable, and no sound pierced it. He could only see Stiles scream and his head bashed against the glass by an unseen force. “No, no stop, stop, no!” No use, Stiles just lifted up the ground, long limbs flailing helplessly. “Stop, stop it, stop!” Stiles body slammed to the ground. His eyes found Murphy’s eyes, and there was a helpless look in those amber eyes. Eyes of someone who knew he was about to die. He mouthed the name John, and then his body distorted into pain. It looked like there was some kind of force pressing him down, until some sound did escape throught the glass wall - as if the house wanted Murphy to hear the way Stiles’ ribs broke. “No, stop, please, I’ll do anything, just please, don’t.” Stiles’ body eased. He was still breathing. And letters started to appear over them on the wall. Instructions

Ten years. Five since they had Ava. Ava will go to another town for school - she has friends there already, they often go there to playgrounds to meet with families, as there not many kids are in this town, thankfully. The house is out in the woods... but they dread to think what would happen if Ava would venture in there. They had no idea, if their agreement with the entities inside extended to Ava as well or not. “You know, as we get older, your leg will become worse and worse.” Murphy grunted, pulling out the cane from the closet. Damn his leg. Stiles was not yet as pale, but he definitely didn’t have his original colour. “Well. If that will happen, then I will just close myself in the house and become a grumpy old man.” “You already are.” Murphy glared back at him, and Stiles just smiled.

They knew the house had ways to pull them back. There was a time when they got out. More than two of them, but when they got to the house they had been staying, and Mechanic wanted to go to the bathroom, they only heard her scream. And a door slam. And as the door slammed, it looked like the house crumbled around them, and the were back in the lobby. Once you entered, you were under the entities’ thumbs, and they made sure you knew it.

"Oh, yes. It is really fucking spooky.” The group laughed, and Murphy grinned at them, leaning on his cane, walking towards the front door. Stiles on his side, ridiculously pale in the twilight. The group walked in, and the couple just smiled, and even waved at them as the door closed behind them. Stiles took a staggering breath, coughing up a little more blood, and Murphy just took his hand silently. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

[laurilu7]

pbandjmurphy reblogged your post:I really thought the episode was gonna end with...

since when has she had sex with those who threaten the lives of her people? what the fuck is your justification for that...

well she went straight (lol) to make out with Lexa right after Lexa ordered Octavia’s execution, had Clarke not been a little suspicious or got there a second late, Octavia will be dead, not a care in the world for that.

[zoadgo]

pbandjmurphy replied to your photoset “I was tagged by johnmcrphy, thanks babe! Have all of my selfies as...”

i dONT HAVE ANY SELFIES OR I DONT HAVE SIX

pbandjmurphy replied to your photoset “I was tagged by johnmcrphy, thanks babe! Have all of my selfies as...”

ps. youre gorgeous okay

I’LL JUST KEEP TAGGING YOU UNTIL YOU DO IT!! and thank youuuu