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“       -- Hey, you look like you know what you’re doing.          What’s going on around here? I haven’t seen this          many people so up in arms since the War. ”

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@quoteunquxte ~ Almost Lovers ~ @hxppyplace

                 Playlist --

 Goodbye, my almost lover - A Fine Frenzy

Amnesia - 5sos

The Call - Regina Spektor

Skinny Love - Birdy

Cold Coffee - Ed Sheeran

Fall For You (Acoustic) - Secondhand Serenade

When You’re Gone - Avril Lavigne

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quoteunquxte replied to your post: hey can anyone make transparent images??

(( I might be able to help you there ))

-finger guns- hell yes

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(( -SLAMS URL IN HERE- ))

meme | accepting!

in which i ramble for 3 minutes oop

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Closed Starter || Foundations Of Us

@quoteunquxte || Liked For a Starter

Delta could ... remember things. Things he didn’t know why he remembered or how. It wasn’t images or anything like that, more like voices. There was a gruff voice that barely spoke but Delta can remember the fear of listening to him but there was another voice that made him fear even more. It was a monotone voice that was always saying smart things. But ... After a while he can remember one more. It wasn’t a normal voice in fact it was one he never heard. It was a voice in a rush and a feminine voice.

Delta can recall her muttering to herself or like she was speaking to someone. Him maybe? “Im not gonna let them hurt you...” or “Ill get you out...”, “Im sorry I have to get you out like this...” 

Then ... He doesnt know how long it was but he was alone. He couldn’t hear anything or even see anything. He was alone, floating in an endless void of ... well nothing.  But one day it changed. Delta can recall a brilliant light flooding his vision and almost blinding him. It wasn’t something he had ever seen or heard about before. He appeared just like that in front of a someone wearing armor. He can recall armor like that... But cant remember where...

“I believe... I am sorry but ... Where am I?”

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 “Does that hurt?” He asked, looking at Doyle’s injury.   It looked like it hurt.

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It was quiet.      Quiet enough for him to hear the little sounds his helmet made when it was        on. It always gave him comfort. [Hum, click, beep. Hum.]    He worked in the corner, alone, because it was very quiet. He could hear            himself talking away in the empty space that was his head, while his hands        were fixed on the pile of scrap-“Throw it away, caboose,” said Washington, hours      ago. He didn’t throw it away.

Because now it was something resembling a dog, only lopsided.