#surviveirs

[hatad]

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❛       I’VE  BEEN  WAITING  a  long  time  for  you  .       ❜

[coltdead]

there’s  SOMEBODY  who  won’t  accept  that  she’s  A  GREAT  WRITER  and  deserves  ALL  the  love.

[lazaraes-a]

❛          MURPHY     .          ❜          gaze     takes     him     in     /     scans     him     from     top     to     bottom     with     ever     discerning     eye     .          thinks     :     he     has     always     been     a     delinquent     that     required     more     attention     ,     more     weariness     .          as     if     ,     given     half     an     inch     ,     he'd     gleefully     stab     her     in     the     back     for     some     slight     she     wouldn't     remember     making     .          such     as     breathing     within     his     general     vicinity     .          wonders     :     if     any     of     the     others     have     the     same     thought     or     if     it's     just     her     .          ❛          whenever     i     see     you     i     get     the     distinct     impression     that     you're     up     to     something     .          can't     possibly     imagine     why     .          ❜    

@surviveirs     (  j. murphy + c. griffin  )     SC

[fightfortune]

/anon/ nate stinks > :(

don’t make me silence you

[roseguidedarc]

@surviveirs​ ASKED ,    “ 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? “ 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚

         𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 ,  𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.     she , like bellamy , had been cast as the leader figures━stepped into a role they’d taken naturally so long before.   why hadn’t anyone told her making choices for the sake of your people would be so difficult ?  usually it’s a choice between two evils ,  but about choosing the less worse one.  clarke did her best ,  she did ,  no matter how others might see it.    eyes glance toward the other , a lessened smile on her face even if it was apart of a     𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙳𝙴 !       ;       head nods as to further reassure him ,     ❝  i’m━   . .  i’m alright , murphy.  ❞   if he looked long enough he’d see the cracks in her facade.   a long moment passes between them were gazes are held ,  were clarke kept herself together with tape && promises that things would turn out the best they could━fading promises , but ones she had to believe in anyways if she was going to do what needed to be done.    ❝  what about you . .  ❞    she inquires , brow arched.     ❝  it’s been stressful for everyone.  how are you holding up?  ❞    anything to take away the attention , concern , from herself.

[fightfortune]

"   HEY, THAT’S NOT A TOY, PUT IT DOWN   “    : from   @surviveirs

a    smooth    ,    gold    adorned    black   -   powder    percussion    pistol   ,   muzzleloader   .    estimated    from    around    1845    to    1852   ,    it    fit    within    his    palm    perfectly   .   considerably    heavier     than     your    𝚛𝚞𝚗 - 𝚘𝚏 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 - 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕     9mm    ,    but   that   came   with   it’s   production   .  ❛      𝐨𝐡    𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱    ,    this     thing's    almost   two   hundred   years    old    there’s    no    way    it    —       ❜     waving    around   the    pistol   to    accentuate    every    word   ,   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬    and    the    gunpowder    splutters    out    ,    the   bullet    shooting    into    the    antique    glass    ceiling    above    them   ,   sending    glass    shard    and    splinters    of    wood    raining    down   on   them   ,    forearms    brought    up    above    his     head    for    𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   .

❛      jesus    h      [   .   .   .   ]   shit     .     ❜     a     nervous    laugh    escapes    between   parted    lips   as    he    examines    the     gun   -    metal    coated    barrel   .

[honeyglaze-archived]

       ESME CULLEN RECEIVED AN ASK   /   ↺ @surviveirs​ , EMMETT       “happy mother's day esme , from ur fave son emmett thanks”

EYES CRINKLE WITH A GRIN, THE SUN SHE WEARS, glimmering within her wide and toothy simper. hands reach up, chuckling as emmett descends towards her, a sweet gesture in it’s own right, keeping the petite and loving woman from reaching too far.    ❛  gracias, mijo.  ❜    she whispers, crimson tears beading beneath fluttering lashes -- heart filled to the brim with joy and adoration, thumbs softly caressing cold and tender cheeks, smoothing his skin before a mother’s kiss could press to his cheeks. she laughs as she pulls away,  a hot and joyful tear trailing down her cheek as tender fingertips wipe away at the bright and red lipstick stain lingering upon his cheeks...

[wergelds]

            dice roll and she lands on YET ANOTHER of his properties. somehow, he had ended up owning, like, 99% of the board, and she had a single, lowly hotel on a square neither of them seemed to ever land on. frustration exits in a sigh.   ❛   i am never !! AND I MEAN NEVER !!! playing monopoly with you ever again !!     ❜

@surviveirs​