#survivur

[moldcursed]

i ate mushrooms today does that count

ethan vc : no, this feels more like a personal attack than anything else.

[scareal1ty]

survivur

˚・`    [  PROMPT  ]      :      send  a  url    ,    receive  some  positivity  .

        at  this  point  anyone  who  knows  me  should  know  that  i'm  @survivur’s  biggest  fan  .    i  first  encountered  selena  in  the  rpc  waaay  back  in  2015  on  our  respective  disney  blogs    (    someone  should  really  study  the  disney  animation  to  horror  oc  pipeline    )    ,    got  to  know  her  better  when  we  were  both  in  the  scream  rpc  in  2016  and  from  there  it  felt  like  every  time  i  returned  to  roleplay  we'd  gradually  get  a  little  bit  closer  until  early  2021  when  we  firmly  entered  best  friend  territory  .

        selena  is  immensely  talented  .      without  question  she's  absolutely  one  of  the  writers  i  admire  most  .    her  ability  to  tell  a  story  is  second  to  none  .      whenever  i  receive  a  reply  from  her  i'll  immediately  drop  whatever  i'm  doing  to  read  it  because  i  know  that  no  matter  what  it's  going  to  be  damn  good  .    

        but  not  only  that    —    she's  also  one  of  the  kindest  ,  funniest  ,  wisest  people  i  know  .    i  know  she's  someone  i  can  count  on  and  i  honestly  feel  like  i  could  tell  her  anything  .    i  couldn't  imagine  us  not  being  friends  <3  

[vipier-a]

@survivur​  sent  :  ❛ don’t you dare speak to me like that. ❜

          THERE’S NEVER BEEN A TIME IN HIS LIFE WHERE TRISTAN HAS ENJOYED BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO  -  NO MATTER WHO DOES THE TELLING.       it makes the fact that they both seem to choose to continue in this cycle all the more baffling, because if there is one thing of which he can always be certain, it’s that jordan, infuriatingly  stubborn  as she is, will never fail to   CHALLENGE   him, to stand toe-to-toe with him in any given situation.  for as frustrating as it is, it also seems to light a  fuse  within him that makes him feel as though he’s  living.

          ❝   would you prefer I  coddle  you?  that’s never seemed your style.   ❞   he knows he’s pushing, knows he’s pressing on a deep emotional bruise the same way she knows she’s trying to burrow under his skin, to irritate him until he   SNAPS.   (  they were skilled at pushing each other’s buttons prior to their breakup  -  but now, it seems they’ve become  experts  in the interim.  )   he swirls his glass of wine, gazing at her sharply over the rim before taking another generous sip.  he knows he’s on  her  turf, in  her  apartment, but he’s always been as   RECKLESS   as he is calculating, a walking contradiction in his own right.  she is beautiful in hers,  all fire and imposition, turning him in knots of fury and admiration and desire at every turn.  it manifests in annoyance now, in the wrinkle between his brows, the spark behind his eyes, the slight purse of his mouth.   

          ❝   I’m always going to tell you what you  don’t want to fucking hear,  jordan.  you can say whatever you want about it, but that’s why you keep me around.  well.  that and  ...   ❞   he trails off, allowing the implication to settle in the air between them as he reaches to pour himself a little more wine.   ❝   if you wanted to spend time with someone who talks sweet and doesn’t have the balls to tell you the truth, you’d be here with one of the men from inferno who follow you around like lost puppies after your sets.  but you’re here with me,  knowing perfectly fucking well what I was going to say.   RIDDLE ME THAT.   ❞

[nothief]

why are you looking at me like that?   /   @survivur​.

              ‘ hm? oh, no, no reason, ’  lie. jordan hasn’t been with them for long. not long at all, not even long enough for him or the rest of the team to fully trust her. especially with the reluctance hardison has shown in allowing them to look into jordan’s past ( at sophie’s request, no less ). nathan, as a rule, takes his time in warming up to people ; the loss of a person is taken easier, that way. but watching her work, watching as their second grifter finds her place in the con has made nathan ford, more or less, impressed with her skill. that’s not something he’s quite ready to admit to her, just yet, however. they still needed to finish the job, didn’t they? so nate clears his throat and glances around the crowded room, talking quietly.  ‘ got anything on this accardo yet? seems like you’re getting pretty buddy buddy with th’guy, ’

[hacketteers]

@survivur​​ :   ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead .  //  max     meme.

today .. fucking   sucked. tonight,  the  last  two  months,  actually.   the  sweatsuit  clung  to  his  frame  as  he  fell back  into  a  sitting  position, looking  out  on  the  water  hopelessly. this  night ..  stuck  in  a  tree .. stuck  over  here and he’s  alone,  right ? looks  to  his  left,  then  right.  ‘ yeah.  looks like it. ‘ it  hurt  sitting  there  with  that  fogged  up  feeling  floating  through  his  head, trying  to  remember.  but, nothing.  blue  eyes  snap  open  once  he  hears  someone  running  and  his  eyes  land  on  the  beached  rowboat  before  seeing  a  blurred  figure  run  into  him.

and  he  wants  to  panic.  but  he  doesn’t.  someone’s  hugging  him, it’s  raspy  against  his  throat,  words  of  warning.  begging  them  to  get  away  from  here,  from  him.  that  doesn’t happen, though.  he  feels  a warm  kiss  on  his  forehead  and it’s disarming  how  he  had  not  been  met  with  such  gentle  care.  all he’s  known  thus  far  was  bloodshed,  aches  and  pain.  anger. it  felt  undeserving  in  some  fucked  up  way.  tears welled  up  and  stung  at  his  eyes.  it’s  really  settling,  it’s  clicking.  the  shit  he’s  been through. looking  up,  he  almost  immediately recognizes  her.

   “  shit .. jordan ..?? be careful .. ok ?  I’m  so  glad  to  see you,  but  if  I  start ..”  his  eyes  shut  tightly  with  that  pause.  fuck.  fuck, fuuuck. it’s nauseating recounting.  vivid  clips  from  the  tablet  were whooshing  around his  head. he presses  his  lips  together. 

    “ if  I turn  into  a  .. monster  please .. get  away from me.  alright ? promise  me. I don’t  know  what  happens,  I  don’t want .. “ to wake  up, covered in her blood. “ you  to  get  hurt. “

[tengallon]

beep beep. get out me lap!

you beep at raylan?? you beep at raylan like deer in the road???

[robinbckleya2]

hi im here to propose to robin buckley

hello yes she says she accepts

[scareal1ty]

                      ❝        that  would  beeee  .  .  .        ❞              a  pause  to  glance  at  her  illuminated  screen  .              ❝        kylezer89    ,    who  had  this  to  say      —      ‘    how  do  we  know  she  wasn’t  in  on  it  all  along  and  this  is  just  a  ploy  for  attention  ?  maybe  it’s  just  me  but  something  doesn’t  add  up  ’  .              ❞              eyes  rolling  so  far  back  it’s  a  wonder  they  don’t  complete  a  full  360    ,    wren  locks  her  phone  and  tosses  it  down  onto  her  duvet  .    there's  only  so  much  internet  idiocy  one  person  can  take  in  a  day  .

                      being  a  public  persona    ,    she  had  dealt  with  her  fair  share  of  internet  trolls  over  the  years      —      yet  no  amount  of  petty  hate  could  have  prepared  her  for  the  vitriol  and  dogpiling  she’d  received  over  the  course  of  the  last  five  months  .    rubbing  at  her  temples    ,    the  blonde  turns  towards  @survivur  with  an  exasperated  sigh  .              ❝        i  don’t  even  know  where  to  begin  with  the  mental  gymnastics  this  guy  is  pulling      —      it  defies  all  logic  .      like    ,    oh  yeah    ,    i  totally  orchestrated  the  murder  of  my  best  friend  and  willingly  subjected  myself  to  intense  psychological  trauma  just  so  that  i  could  get  a  few  extra  people  to  tweet  about  me  .          ❞