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[demonslayvr]

               >> 🔥 <<             ❝         Y’ALRIGHT   ??   that was quite a tumble there   --   bit a lil more than y’could chew   ??         ❞            

@trashkick / 🔥  -  #27

[urdaeda]

TRASHKICK said :  “absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.”

      ‘     OKAY    ,       SUNSHINE        ,      how      do    YOU        suggest    i        get    back      home   ,   then     ??   ’   that   always   present   SARCASTIC   SMIRK   comes   to   his   face   ,   and   he   tilts   his   head   innocently.   ian   begins   to   rise   from   the   couch   ,   before   groaning   in   pain,   clutching   his   side   tightly.   it’s   quiet   ,   then   ,   for   just   a   moment   ,   which   is   a   RARITY    with   him.   after   a   moment   of   thinking   ,   he   lifts   his   head   to   look   up   at   beth   ,   HATING    the   fact   that   he   had   to   admit   -   she   was   RIGHT.    ‘   ...   y’know,   on   SECOND   THOUGHT   ,   this   couch   IS   PRETTY   COMFY.   ’

[uncivilizes]

@trashkick

sometime during his five years of retirement, john forgot about this part - coming home like this, barely making it up the driveway. the knife wound in his side aches, makeshift stitches pulling at the skin. the dog bounces around his legs, nearly tripping him on the steps.

he gets as far as a shower, stripping out of clothes so bloodstained that he knows they’re a lost cause. the dog insists on following him around, a reassuring weight against his knees as he dumps the ruined clothes into a bag. it’s when he’s trying to decide between sleep or actually cobbling together some food that the doorbell rings, a familiar sound that fills the silence in the house.

he goes from marginally relaxed to entirely tense in under a second, retrieving the pistol from the shelves near the door and slipping it behind his back, body turned just enough away from the doorway. no police lights on the other side. it’s not jimmy. that could bode poorly.

but when he opens the door, the dog nosing at his ankles, john stops and stares for a moment. did he make some unhinged call to the continental, delirious with pain? no. he doesn’t do anything that fucking senseless, or at least he hasn’t for years. 

“beth,” he begins, and then he peers over and past her, just to be sure. there, in the dark, sits her car alone, unassuming as ever. “... what’re you doing here?”

[takenpeace]

@trashkick  ||  starter call 

        GENUINE  CURIOSITY  IS  AN  EVERY  DAY  OCCURRENCE,  but  it  rarely  surfaces  it’s  ugly  head.  There  are  times  when  the  devil  on  his  shoulder  can’t  seem  to  resist,  and  the  questions  come  regardless.  Even  still  his  manner  is  respectful  and  she  need  not  answer  if  she  doesn’t  want  to.  “Feel  free  to  ignore  this,  but  I  can’t  help  to  ask.  What  were  you  doing  in  the  Sanctuary?  Under  Negan?” There  is  no  judgment  but  complete curiousness.  Hopefully  his  tone  conveys  that. 

[gangrieve]

@trashkick

 ❛ of course not, ❜ beth breathes out, and she’s still trying to figure out why it even happened. she wasn’t violent in the least, she didn’t —— she wouldn’t get into a fight. while the girl may have been resilient, she wasn’t violent. it was a fight; it was a beatdown. she was bleeding; covered in bruises, scrapes, and lacerations. she couldn’t help but not the irony here, he was patching her up when usually the situation was reversed.  ❛ i don’t fight, i just  -  drive, dude. ❜

`       SHITTY DEALS ,     nobody  really  remembers  who  throws  the  first  punch  but  it’s  better  to  get  your  shot  in  where  y’ can .       `            ray  couldn’t  say  much  about  it.     he’s  never  been  good  with  close  combat  either ,       there  was  a  reason  he  chose  roof  tops  over  a  tussle  in  the  streets.     if  he  could  avoid  getting  his  ass - kicked  he  would !             `      well  ...   ---        they  really  loved  on  ya  good   ...    whoever  it  was.      want  me  to  clip  em  for  ya ?             `      

[iiniquities-a]

X cont. || @trashkick

“Yeah, well, tell that to my dead wife and kid,” he muttered under his breath.

The fifth of Jack was really doing a number on him tonight. 

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                    “ this is the closest I ever intend to get to hell. ”

@trashkick

[thedcmsel-blog]

@trashkick liked for a thing. (x)

  Well, she wasn’t expecting this. In Steph’s life (or what could laughably be called that), she isn’t used to familiar faces. At least, not without them in old photographs or pictures on the news. But here she is, awestruck and staring at Evan’s new friend. Beth. 

  “Oh my god.” The words come out fast, without thought. “Beth?”