bruised & battered.

[glinetti]

good intuition. guess that’s where she gets it. 

[unheaven]

                It probably doesn’t help that the effect that all this jumping on the bed has her doing is panting and gasping - most of the wheezing noises are genuine attempts at breathing, the rest of the whines and moans are whatever noises she can fake without giggling. She hits the wall three times before falling back onto the bed with a huff of air and a genuine ‘FUCK!’ as she hits the back of her head against the edge of the bed. Mistakes were made. She had not anticipated that she’d jump back so far. 

[wcunded-blog]

                       a gasp of his own sounds as she hits her head, this one more                                   genuine & lacking the sexual undertones. sitting up to                             grasp her hand, he pulls her upright & check the back of her head                                   for blood & bruises. voice becomes quieter as he draws                             back. ‘ you okay?! y’could’a cracked your damn head open! ‘ he’d                                          have fun trying to explain that to her parents. 

[darkromanwines]

You are the one that I want

[nyehs-deactivated20140525]

*makes out with you* haha no homo bro *tenderly kisses your neck* no homo *slides my hand down your pants and breathes on your neck* no homo bro

[frekkenbok]

[unheaven]

                “N-not bad at all, really. Uh. My hand hurts. An-and.. I’m pretty warm. But.. other than that, nothing.”   She presses her lips together, frightened by this new Luke. It’s unfamiliar – normally she’d be comfortable to slump against him, ask for a hug, anything. Now she won’t even move from the other side of the room to him in case he starts telling her she’s sick and should stay away.       “That’s a lie, actually. Uhm. I can’t– feel it. My hand. I think the tourniquet…cut off the circulation.”         “I wanna cut it off.”

[wcunded-blog]

                     perhaps he shouldn’t be so cold. after all, she is dying (unlike                               taint, he can come to terms with that fact). but his veins                          are hot with a bitter RAGE which fills him up up up. she helped                               him. prevented him from dying. & he cannot do the same                          for her. is there a great deal of point in fighting a war when there                               is nothing left for which to survive? is surviving worth it                          when it involves being stuck with a DEAD girl & a mad boy? callo-                              used fingers raise to his forehead, rubbing at the creases.                                                  each death seems to age him. 

                                                                         ‘ why? ain’t gonna’ do much ‘m afraid...                                                                           ‘cept maybe scar the people ya’ leave behind.                                                                          people have tried. ‘

[daishannigans]

I’m a god damn mess.

[unheaven]

            “I won’t be needing them anytime soon.”    She shakes her head, walking slowly towards him, Emma’s careful, she sits on the other side of the room and brings her knees to her chest. The question has her laughing. How is she doing? The laugh is pretty much cut off from that.                        “N-Not good, Luke. Uhm. I’m– bit.”

[wcunded-blog]

                       palms find solace on his knees, slouched forward slightly.                                   failing to join her laughter, he frowns. death is the                             shadow of his life, daunting but ever-present, but that does                                   not allow him to feel a great deal of c o m f o r t nor                             familiarity. it does not allow losing those around him to hurt                                   any less. he lacks her blessing of mild hysteria. when                            she’s gone, what happens to taint? luke wonders whether he                                         will become like kenny. bitter. angry. a risk. 

                                                                             ‘ i meant-- how bad are the symptoms? ‘

[thisyearsboy-deactivated2019012]

[samrockwell]

You know, maybe tomorrow it all ends, and this is my last movie, but I can still say I worked with Harrison Ford.

[wcunded-blog]

                ❝ please help me, waist deep in the river, can you hear my PLEA?                            he says, son, you come like a b e g g a r in the streets.                        you might make it, boy, but by the skin of your TEETH.  ❞                                                        ind. luke from twdg.

[unheaven]

            The dialogue makes her want to gag, but the effect it has on her shouldn’t matter – it’s about scarring her parents for life (duh.) and from the gasp she can hear from the other side of the wall, they’re succeeding. She lets out a squeal, grunting as she grins and bounces on the bed harder, until she thinks of her own words to shout. Emma hits the wall with the palms of her hands and laughs, hand over her mouth.                           “Oh, fuck! But you’re so big, it hardly fits–! Hit me again!”

[wcunded-blog]

                      her response has him both laughing silently & cringing, nose                                  wrinkling while his chest rises & falls rapidly. he finds                            himself wondering whether that’s actually what she’s into. he’ll                                  more than likely ask her later. heavy breathing & grunting.                            it takes him a few seconds to produce a response. he tends not                                  to talk much during sex, & when he does it’s nothing like                            this. this is far out of his comfort zone. ‘ oh yeah’!! ride me baby---                                                                    harder! ‘

[unheaven]

               Before the apocalypse, the kind of kindness Emma possesses is a rarity. No one did nothing for nothing. At least, not with Emma, anyhow. People trod on her sincerity and good will as though she didn’t deserve the same in return; took advantage of her kindness and stepped forward as though her compassion is something that would not go amiss. She would never really mind it, but one day she feared that the little light that made her her would die out. Apparently the world died out before it did. Emma holds him carefully, she makes sure not to apply pressure to sore parts (that she’s aware of), but still manages to find her face against the curve of his neck. Eyes close briefly, there’s something very nice about a hug that she doesn’t feel like will break apart the second a small sound is heard nearby. The blonde releases him, but barely, her arms still hang loosely over him, her head does’t even lift from his shoulder.                         “Your accent is the most intimidating thing, honestly. I’m constantly expecting you to tell me to “git’ off your land’ and be shaking rakes at me until I run away. Like. White Fang.”

[wcunded-blog]

                the world was a wreck long before it disintegrated into chaos. human                          beings have always been selfish. they may have hidden behind                     morals & artificial good will to make them seem less like animals, but                          the fact remains that they are all savages. at least in his family                     farmhouse hidden in the countryside, luke was hidden from the reality                          of that fact, his good heart sheltered from the harsh realism of                     the world in which he lives. palms rest at her waist as she withdraws,                          resting his chin on her shoulder. another laugh sounds. ‘ i would                     tell y’t’ git off my land if i had any. y’expected me t’white fang you?! ‘

[unheaven]

                “S’a Mercedes, I think - I dunno, didn’t really pay attention. Got a hell of a sound system, though.”  She shrugs - Emma’s not much interested in cars, just how they look, how smoothly they drive and if she can play her own music. If one of her cars doesn’t pass it’s MOT, she buys a new one. If her car broke down in the middle of nowhere, she’d probably end up dying there because she hasn’t got the first clue how to fix them. Chin tips up, she gives him a defiant look:    “We’ll see about that.” 

[wcunded-blog]

               to him, it’s common knowledge. his old man had a truck to transfer                         goods back & forth to the farm -- a shitty runner riddled with                    rust with chipped paint & an unreliable engine which barely classed                         as a truck. he cannot count the number of times he’s had to                    pull over on the side of the road during a blazing hot day & pull the                         bonnet up to taste a mouthful of smoke. he’s inherited his                    terrible choice in cars from his father it seems. but it’s good knowle-                        dge. pretty little thing like her wouldn’t be left on the side of                    the road. all she’d need to do was push her boobs up & pout a little                         & someone would come running. whereas he would be left on                    the side of the road until he dies of dehydration. ‘ ---so when d’you                                                   need me to be ready t’go? ‘

[cameronfryed]

#espresso please! #GoTSeason5 episode 2 and #adaline premiere in NY tonight.. #wow! (x)

[tl-hoechlin]

[theloupgaroux]

Captain Daario Naharis in 5x01 The Wars to Come