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[ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ] : starters based on random dialogue from books ( accepting )

Book: The Princess Bride

“I know you wish you had your sight still, but at least you can’t see the sorry state we’re all in.” Tess scratched absentmindedly at his arm as he spoke to Jack. His skin tingled, forming goosebumps at the touch of his cold fingers. It was night now in the Scorch, and the unyielding heat had turned to a deep chill. Even the campfire he was currently resting by couldn’t ease that for him.

It was a harsh transition, both for his body and his psyche. He never felt right anymore. None of the Gladers did. There wasn’t a single boy left that still resembled the person they were in the Glade. ( Everything’s shucked up. )

“They have waited, some of them, so long,” he continued. He stole a glance at his blindfolded friend before looking back to the fire. “So long to be free of the Maze, and look where it’s got them. One disaster after another. I wonder sometimes how any of us have made it this far.”

[cxpitan-blog]

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Reactions // Accepting

@trackhoe-jack

          He heard the commotion from all around, a few of his Builders crowding           around the boy that had fallen. Gally shouts out for them to get out of his           way as he jumps down off the project, landing on his feet. The other boys           part as he gets to them, looking to see who had gotten his shuck butt hurt           today. It was the newbie-- Jack. He gets down on one knee next to him to           make sure he was still breathing. Which he was, which was a huge relief.           Nick would have his hide if a Greenie died on his watch.

          "Help him up!" he barks to his Builders who scramble to lift the injured           boy. Gally gets up as well, arms folded across his chest as he scowls           down at the Green Bean. "See now why I told you that this klunk is           dangerous, Greenie?"

[buiilderboy]

@trackhoe-jack

          Luis was still trying to get himself acquainted with all the boys in the Glade           over the past few weeks. Even if he had been assigned a job and a Keeper           now, it was still his goal to try and talk to everyone here. They were all one           big family-- he might as well act like it. His nerves had stopped being so           strung out and his talking was a lot less nervous than it used to be when he           met a new boy. His dark eyes had stopped their constant shifting and nervous           glancing up. He was finally just relaxing. 

          He slides in next to a boy he hasn't met yet at dinner, offering him a friendly           smile. "Hi!" he chirps, getting settled. "Mind if I sit here?" He just wanted           to make sure. If the boy didn't want to talk to him, Luis wasn't going to force           him to. Not everyone here was quite so friendly, but at least he was making           an effort to learn everyone's name at least. 

[wckdiisms-blog]

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the mun's interpretation // accepting

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

hmm not really! hes an asshole in canon which is like 90% of the reason i love him and that transfers over here, where he is an asshole but a good percentage of it is part of an act bc hes a variable blah blah still a butt

tbh id be able to give a more detailed answer but its been a bit since ive read tdc (ive reread the first two so far) which hes the most personally involved in etc etc

[thebloodyglue-blog]

@trackhoe-jack ♥’d for a starter

                      “heard some shanks sayin’ workin’ in the gardens’ just as good as bloody therapy —— how much of that ya reckon ‘s true, ‘n how much was just them tryna get me off their backs?”