#sarcasiisms

[eternallybellamy]

@sarcasiisms sent: [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn? (Clarke) || text message meme

[ 📱 text || cockroach ] nO. i swre

[ 📱 text || cockroach ] I am perfectly sober.

[ 📱 text || cockroach ] see???!

[ 📱 text || cockroach ] .....k i mght be a lttl druk.

[ 📱 text || cockroach ] drunk* whatev. come drink w/ me!!! pls john. murph. pls. itll be fun i promse ;)

[devoutconfidence]

I’m not sure what meme this is for lmao || Accepting

@sarcasiisms

Helena isn’t sure how to feel about John Murphy a lot of the time. He’s insufferable, and incredibly disrespectful about her faith every chance he gets. So for the most part, she just ignores him and lets him do his thing; in that way, she treats him like she used to treat her brothers when they were younger and used to have tantrums. She lets his words roll off her, tuning them out to focus on other responsibilities that she has within the town (because unlike some of her classmates, she is still focusing on her responsibilities).

So when she’s giving one of her usual weekly sermons and sees him in the back despite the nearly full house of the church, it takes everything she has not to stop right than and there in the middle of the church to call him on it. And at the end of her sermon, when everyone’s leaving, she walks towards the back of the church to where he is. His words surprise her, though she isn’t sure why. He’s always this flippant about her beliefs.

“All I know is that it makes me, and the people who come to my sermons weekly feel better.” She says, parroting Allie’s words from ten days after they arrived without meaning to. “It doesn’t have to do more than that.”

[astralgeniusarchived]

“  so we have chicken...  or beef.  ”  the packages of ramen dangle loosely in her grip,  a sigh escaping her before she continues. “  just like every other night.  ”  she could complain but at the very least they had food        she knows what it’s like to go hungry.  despite their predicament,  they both had aspirations for more.  it was all about the journey.

raven placed both on the counter,  body leaned up against it as she regarded him from a few feet away.  thoughts running wild for a moment,  raven let out a snort and rolled her eyes before speaking up again,  not expecting to be taken seriously. “  or we could rob a bank,  you know,  the usual. ”

@sarcasiisms​

[lcgioned]

❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜

@sarcasiisms | Christmas Starters | accepting 

She wouldn’t understand Murphy’s request until she was an adult herself, so all Madi could do was stare at him, then down at her letter to Santa and then back. “Can he…can he do that?” According to the other adults, Santa could fit himself down chimney’s and make enough toys for children everywhere, so maybe anything was possible. Tranquility seemed nice and relaxing, but Madi was still quite adamant on asking for a pony. 

[yungestshelby]

@sarcasiisms​ said: ‘giant rats? it’s like the start of every bad adventure tale my grandfather used to tell.’

the grounder looked over at the other with a slight quirk in his brow.

                          “  you have giant rats in space?”

source.   /   not accepting. 

[rxven-rxyes]

the view from space//murphy x raven -s5

Raven had grown so used to the dull hum and blinking lights on the various computer screens of the ship, she could see them plastered behind her eyelids when she slept. More accurately, if she slept. She and Murphy had split the ship, dividing the space that was furthest away from the prisoner’s holding zone into areas for them to sleep. Raven trudged down the dark hall to hers late at night, and left before the proverbial sun would rise-if they weren’t in space, of course. She’d gathered that over the first few days since she’d convince Bellamy and the others to leave, she had obtained maybe four hours of sleep in total. That night, after tossing and turning one too many times, she surrendered to her restlessness. Sitting up in bed, manhandling her leg at the brace to help shift it to the floor, she got to her feet with a groan. She was fine, really, her leg was healed as it’d ever be. She’d gotten use to the limp, the weight, the resistance always working against her. Yet it was always the hours when she woke that were the hardest, having to renegotiate her standing and waking up the limb that had fallen asleep. Perhaps it was another contributor to her consistent lack of sleep. Once on her feet, she ran her fingers through her hair, finding an elastic on her wrist to pull the strands back and out of her face. Reaching over, she grabbed her jacket on her way out of her sleeping quarters. The doors swooshed open a little louder than she’d hope for sneaking around too early in the morning, and she was glad she and Murphy had divided the ship. Made her sleeplessness less of a distraction. She started the memorized trek to the control room and sat down in front of the main computer screens, a blinking display of information on the prisoners, activity on the land, and a monitoring of any possible radio waves lay in front of her. Once she had the information in sight, and the power of controls at her finger tips, she let out a sigh. Her nerves settled slightly. She couldn’t sleep, exactly, but here, in the driver’s seat, she could at least rest.

[griefprofiled]

@sarcasiisms lowkey aurora sc

Life was funny sometimes. Sometimes you got put into a coma by your ex-lovers sister and woke up to the world being long over. It hadn't taken long for her to get the lay of the land.

"This is boring." Aurora declared, head tipping back with an irate sigh. But even the ceiling was boring, and her head came back up; eyes narrowing on him. Again it occurred to her, that she didn't care about anyone here. Tristan was still somewhere in a shipping container. "Would it be a great loss if I ate the pretty blonde one?" Claire? Clara? The name escaped her. Enough of this. She stood, walking past him. "I don't think it would be."

[scoutedboy-a]

“ i’m a being of pure power, i don’t need sleep. “  @sarcasiisms

his  face  falls,      clearly  unimpressed  by  the  statement.        too  many  people  are  lacking  common  sense  in  this  world,       setting  themselves  up  for  some  sort  of  failure      -     including  murphy.       grizz  releases  a  sigh  just  before  he,      in  good - nature,      shoves  the  other  boy’s  shoulder.        not  that  grizz  has  proven  to  do  anything  maliciously  yet,    anyway    ;    his  heart  was  too inflated.       “look,      you  can  tell  yourself  that  all  you  want,       but  you  look  like  you’re  about  to  keel  over.”      he  pauses  for  a  moment,     flicking  his  gaze  over  the  other  in  consideration  before  he  gives  himself  a  resolute  nod.      “i’ll  take  over  for  now.    you  need  to  get  some  sleep.”