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[noctiumcarpe]

       ❛   hold me in the light of god…                               protect me from danger…                                    save me by your command…

listen to my prayer  &&  keep me safe ❜

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter!

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

&& (▐ ▀ ▄ █ ╳ )   @nxwtxn      ||    continued from;; ✘

                         Jack wanted to believe Newt’s words.   So often he’d looked to him in times of trouble &&  felt inspired that things would improve but...  Given his current situation,  negativity plagued his thoughts. There was something eating away at the back his mind   ━ ━━   that familiar feeling of unfamiliarity so to speak.   Something else had been plucked from his mind  &&  it unsettled him.

                       ❛    What happened to me,  Newt  ?   ❜   he groaned through the pain,  his mind refusing to settle  &&  allow him sleep.   ❛   I feel like I should KNOW what it’s like out here but...    ❜     His words trailed off before another nerve seemed to spasm throughout his body,   causing him to writhe in pain.   ❛  ━━  Shuck ━   I just... I don’t think I’m meant to make it to the Safe Haven...    ❜

                       His words were full of sorrow,   something eating away at him  ━ ━   telling him that he was just slowing everyone down.   He was a BURDEN to his friends  &&   it riddled him with guilt.     ❛  You guys shouldn’t have to be stuck with me like this...   ❜

[glueiisms-archive-deactivated20]

          “And what exactly made ya think fightin’ with’em was gonna solve anything? ‘Sides, it ain’t like you’re the only pipsqueak here. Alby’s short compared’ta me and I’m short compared’ta Gally.”

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                   ❛   Ain’t never heard someone give you grief for it,  though.                         I’ve tried words and it’s got me nowhere.   Maybe with a                         few teeth kicked in they’ll shut up ?   ❜

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

&& (▐ ▀ ▄ █ ╳ )   M e m e ;;   ✘        ||    A c c e p t i n g

                   A small whimper escaped the boy,  though such emotion creeping through only caused Jack more pain.  Whatever was left of his eyes felt like FIRE itself && the added effect of what WOULD have been his eyes watering wasn’t helping his case. 

                    The discomfort over his missing leg had finally  s e e p e d   through whatever drugs had been pumped into his system before he was dropped off back into The Scorch.  Such had resulted in constant wriggles  &&  spasms,   rendering it impossible for Jack to get settled  &&  indulge in a much needed rest like Newt had requested.   ❛  ━━  ━    I’m trying but… ━━  everything hurts SO MUCH…   ❜

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[glueiisms-archive-deactivated20]

@trackhoe-jack

          “I HAVE a job, thank you, and it’s NOT babysitting a couple of grown-ass boys actin’ like a couple’a fuckin’ five year olds.”

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                     ❛    What did I do ?  Not my fault everyone in this place keeps                              crackin’ SHORT JOKES !   I were just puttin’ ‘em in their place !   ❜

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

The gardener. The follower. The believer. The friend. The guide.                 Here lies the boy struck by lightning.                                       He who was presumed dead.                            He is the  v i c t i m . The unseeing.

                                         THE REVENANT.

                                       – written by Kwizjii

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

           && SMOL.        starter call!  I’ll probably hop in your IMs for plotting if i need to!! I need to get more threads going on the fave!

[unsxnctioned]

Whatever Tess had been expecting, it wasn’t that. In his defense, one of Jack’s first texts had specifically referred to the “girl” as a MECHANIC, so he had been led to believe the new female was human.

With a frustrated huff, he reached his hand over to seemingly pat Jack between the shoulder blades, before moving his hand up slightly and gripping the base of his neck gradually tighter. He huffed again, still gripping Jack’s neck, and leaned in towards his ear. “How the hell is a CAT a mechanic?” he questioned. He was tired of Jack’s games, but there was still a part of him that admired his ridiculous sense of humor. It wasn’t as suave as it could have been, and Tess had no idea what the shorter man had been hoping to accomplish ( aside from a massive miscommunication ) but it certainly was laughable.

“You got me, okay. I thought you were talking about a human. But what was the bloody point to all of this? Did you need me over here to help fix something? Or is this your way of easing the tension before we discuss the fact that you never told your father what I did when I worked here?” He hated to divert the conversation back to something as serious as that so soon however, so he looked down at the kitten in Jack’s arms and added “What’s its name then? MUSTARD? Or maybe it’s just ‘Condiment’ and you call it Condi for short.”

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                           Jack had expected Tessy to get irritated by the withholding of information needed to pull off the joke but hadn't expected him to get this annoyed. It hadn't occurred to him that his little prank of sorts might push the taller into an already ticked off state from work. Perhaps the gut had just wanted to take a nice relaxing evening after work-- not get dragged out by Jack to his grubby garage to look at a cat. But of course, Jack never thought these things through when he was in such an excitable mood and acting with some childish bias reason to get Tessy over there by any means necessary.

                               He sort of curled in on himself over the hard grip but still let out a laugh. “-- hey cut it out!” But soon the earlier do and more serious topic was brought back into conversation, his face fell. Why would Tessy even want Jack to tell his dad what he did-- if anything, he thought the guy would be grateful he'd kept that one quiet. The final question remarking the cats name went ignored, however, Jack deeming the acts of theft to be more important. “ what-- I'm sorry, did you WANT my dad to call the cops on you?” He asked, setting down the cat before folding his arms across his chest, face unamused and completely serious that his dad would actually do such a thing.

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                      Tensions seemed to ease just a little bit, though this  Keeper was certainly laying it on thick. Was he trying to SCARE Jack perhaps? One had to wonder. As far as scary things went, he was sure that builder tools weren’t too high on the list.   ❛  Hey… gotta watch out  for those tomatoes… vicious beasts will beat you up.   ❜ 

                       Jack snickered as he followed along, seeming quite proud of that one. He was testing the limits on Gally’s humour. So far he’d only seen him frown or smirk   ━━   something in the back of his mind was telling him to crack jokes, to make people laugh whenever he could && so he continued.  ❛   Man ━━ ━ ━━    you make it sound like them tools are gonna chase me        round the Homestead.  ❜

[cxpitan-blog]

            Damn, this kid was annoying him already. Gally was already hoping he             wouldn’t end up on his team. These jokes were already starting and the             Greenbean had only cracked what? Two, three? Gally just shakes his             head, ignoring the comment about the tomatoes and leads the short             shank over to the station he was going to have him working on today.             The Keeper wasn’t going to make him climb all the way up to the top,             he might fall to his death. It would be a useless waste and Alby would             yap his ears off about paying closer attention to the Greenies ‘cause             they don’t know nothin’ yet and he could see their leader, Nick, right             next to him, nodding and telling him that he was going to have to be             more careful because a Keeper always looks out for his own and             you’re a Keeper for a reason Gally. 

            He wanted to puke just thinking about it. But, instead he just scoffs at what             the kid behind him says. “You’re a funny shank, aren’t you?” he asks,             looking back him with raised brows. He didn’t have any hint of a smile on             his lips or any amusement in his eyes. “If you don’t watch yourself,             they just might. Now c'mon, Newbie. You’re not going up there with             the big guns today. You’re helping me do some floor work." 

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                      Jack’s face fell,   realising his jokes were getting NOWHERE with this particular Keeper.   It was almost upsetting not to receive even a TINY smirk in response to his wise-cracks--   almost.   Well at least he'd gotten his answers for how far he could push Gally-- not very,   apparently. 

                      Letting out a little huff,   Jack just silently followed Gally along to the area he'd be working on... Or at least he was silent for a solid... TEN SECONDS. "Floor work, alrighty-- sounds easy enough... I mean--   I'm CLOSE ENOUGH to the ground, am I right?" He snickered as he followed along.

                     Apparently the littlest Glader couldn't KEEP QUIET for just a minute,   he just HAD to crack another joke as they went.   Jack didn't know why he felt the need to keep babbling on like he did--   something about awkward silences seemed to irk him fiercely he guessed and was probably only to be silenced by a FIST in his face.

                     It hadn't DAWNED on him that that's what might actually happen if he didn't SHUT UP given that he lacked the important knowledge of people's behaviour. He was simply hoping that a self- deprecating joke was more up the Keeper’s ally.

[brouhaha-nerd-deactivated201807]

This picture is of Director ,Wes Ball, going over footage with the cast of the Maze Runner movie!! But more importantly who do you think the blue guys are?!?! Grievers, background pieces?! I don’t even know.

~A

[nxwtxn]

  ❝——Slim it, Greenie, don’t sweat it.❞ The blond muttered in reply, offering the boy a small smile in order to help him relax. Damn Greenies and their need to impress.

The corners of his lips fell upon hearing the boy’s next words.He wasn’t the first one not to remember how old he was, or anything besides his name. ❝——Greenie, we all know how ya feel. We all came up in that box, not knowing who we are. Things are shucked, but we learned how to deal with ‘em. You’ll too.❞

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                             It was very apparent that Jack was the sort to become UNSETTLED by silences,   the desire to fill the air with ANY random comment gave him the sense of familiarity that he couldn't actually recall.   He wasn't OBLIVIOUS to how annoying he was being of course,   just lacked the ability to actually shut up.   “  You're right   —— sorry,   I should just uh… Shush.”   He let out a small laugh,   over-comically smacking his lips together,   still trying to MAKE LIGHT of his more-than-irritating behaviour.

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The sight of a newly washed and freshly dressed Jack was rare enough to surprise most people, but when the other man lay on his shoulder, Tess looked up sharply with wide eyes. ‘Oh my god he’s been diagnosed with a terminal illness’ was the first thought to come to mind, before he realized Jack was not nearly distressed enough for that to be the case.

The question directed at him nearly flew over his head as a result of the shock, but he managed to choke out a reply. “Er… yes. Well, no. I watched the news for a bit and checked my email. Nothing new. Except the news, which is of course new, but not at all interesting. Car accidents and viral web videos as per.”

The attempt to make small talk was rushed, as was his pulse. Jack’s head remained on his shoulder, and Tess remained locked in a bewildered stare. The fact that the smaller had yet to move indicated that this was an attempt to CUDDLE.

“Sorry, have I missed something? Is there an anniversary I’ve forgotten about?” Unlikely, considering Tess kept a journal and had a schedule on his phone containing all notable events– with reminders turned on.

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                            Jack wasn't USUALLY the snuggling type,   sure  ━━ ━     heck there were A LOT of things Jack could be considered to rarely do  &&  one of those things was giving any inkling that something was BOTHERING him.   Perhaps the only thing to give away something being wrong the other rare acts he found himself doing.   He remained in place,   smiling goofily up at Tessy as he rambled on   ━ ━━    he actually found it ADORABLE but would spare cooing the taller male for now.

                                Tilting his head to place a soft kiss against Tessys cheek,   a low rumble formed into a chuckle.   “  What are you talking about ? Isn't it MY JOB to forget things I shouldn't ? ” Letting out a sigh of content,   Jack shifted on the spot to better his comfort whilst slouched up against his partner,   even daring to let out a yawn.   Still he continued as if he didn't know what Tessy was referring to,   honestly too STUBBORN to admit what he was currently doing given how much he usually PROTESTED the mere thought of cuddles.

[builderkeeper]

He ran his hands though what hair he had, allowing a smile to come across his face. Nights like this, sitting around the fire, drinking his special mead, Gally allowed himself a few moments to relax. Not have his defenses so high, allow a smile to form around his lips. “ That’s saying something. I know what a good few of us would like to do to get our point across. I don’t think WCKD would like what we have in mind though. ”

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

                              The smaller boy grinned away, raising his own mug of Gally’s WONDROUS recipe in a small toast. “I’ll drink to that…” He muttered before downing some of its contents with on a MINOR GRIMACE to the taste. He'd gotten used to the stuff by now, thankfully but it was still SOMEWHAT of a challenge at times. “ tell me, man -- what would YOU wanna do to ‘em?” Jack had his brow lifted, a face full of amusement ready to hear what Gally had to say.

[trackhoe-jack-blog]

              && SMOL.       whups. My apologies! Life has been biting my butt. I’m still here and hovering... kinda. Finally have some free time to catch up on drafts today! Just gotta get home and inject coffee directly into my veins probably.

[sskim1909]

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