#pureboned

[strykcr]

@pureboned hit the heart

          “ LOOK kid, all i’m saying is that you could be doing with my expertise on the situation, that’s all. no need to give me that face. ”

[bullets-archive-blog]

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               ❝ i didn’t take it, sophia. i swear. ❞

[tenthousxnd-blog]

"Everything's alright."

soothing sentence starters || status: A C C E P T I N G

despite what she said (she said everything was alright, everything would be fine), he didn’t buy it.

His pa taught him to be a ‘ glass half full ‘ type, but right now, it’s hard, it’s hard to see anything but his glass tipping over and dumping out--

--which is morbid. He can feel the panic like a second skin, like bile in the back of his throat. He needs his gun, needs that steady, secure weight in his hands, needs to feel that hot metal under his fingers. Where is it?

“ Everything-- “ he says, snaps-- it’s hunger that puts the bite in his tone, he doesn’t mean it, he doesn’t-- “ is not alright. “

He feels bad instantly, as soon as he snaps. He’s not a cruel person, he’s not the type to snap, he’s not Murphy.

“ ... I’m sorry. “

[tenthousxnd-blog]

“ Are you lost? “

So normally he wouldn’t talk to her (talk to them, talk to anyone, things are easier when you don’t get attached because sometimes he still feels the the way his father strained and slumped after he killed him no he didn’t kill him he mercied him. mercy mercy mercy), but there’s something that draws him in about her, and the apocalypse happened before he learned to talk to pretty girls (though, honestly, he probably wouldn’t have learned anyway-- if he listed things he is not, good with women would be right under scared).

He wonders if he should have moved the gun out of sight, but it’s a little too big to hide behind him and anyway, he wants her to know he means business if she decides fight over flight. Or friendship.

The thought nearly cracks his face in a smile. What did you do today Tommy? Made a new friend in the apocalypse.

“Look, I’ve been patrolling this area for an hour-- I know how to get out if getting out is what you’re looking for.”

And he curses his awkwardness, his gangliness, and his heart clenches for Cassandra-- but then he thinks about her, stiffening up and then dying on top of him (but she was already dead, wasn’t she, Murphy had already killed her)-- and now he’s impatient.

“Well?”

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[darryldicks-blog]

give her the bat!!

meme;  ✘status;  not accepting

A low grunt escaped Daryl’s LIPS and he glared daggers at DWIGHT, before his gaze was solely on NEGAN, who then soon began to play his stupid little GAME of eenie meenie miney mo, scowling at him once the bat was POINTED straight at him and he watched until he reached the END.  The teenage girl who grew up a GOOD kid was the last one to be pointed to, chosen as the NEXT to fall victim to Lucielle and his heart was POUNDING in his chest.  All voices muffled by the sound of his heart pounding in his EARS, he stared at the small girl, soon meeting her GAZE and it wouldn’t be hard to see the archer BREAKING in front of them all —– the need to protect Sophia was LARGE and it was always like that with him around HER; he felt like he NEEDED to ever since she had ran off into the woods whilst they had been on the HIGHWAY.  Yes, she still had her MOTHER, but she needed someone else to protect her.  So he took on that TASK.  He kept her attention on him, his lips set into a deep FROWN and out of the corner of his eye, the bat was brought ABOVE Negan’s head and swung down, connecting with the TEENAGERS head, causing her frame to collapse.  He saw her ATTEMPT to lift her head, only for another heavy blow to hit her, and the archer FLINCHED and grimaced, a strangled SOB escaping him as their yells and cries filled the air for the small girl they all grew to LOVE.

[littledixon-a-blog]

are u actually Merida tf

I SO COULD B E

tbh my name is malorie s O,, close enough :^)

[stetsxn]

[ text ]:The sky was green for like a second. fite me.

   ( text: sophia pooletier | 1:24am ) sophia it’s dark out   ( text: sophia pooletier | 1:33am ) what the fuck

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