The Anthem of a Bird with a Broken Wing

   Sam Borowy, knight in shining headgear. You need someone to talk your ear off about the environment, I'm your girl. You need someone to listen when you're struggling, I'm your girl. And if you need someone to save you from a rampaging cannibal-monster... well, then I guess I'm definitely your girl. [private UD RP blog, I'm 21+ & just here to derp around with friends at this point.]

[heartsflocked]

           i am not a  ( woman. )  i am an inferno, i am a tempest. i am  v e n o m  &  f a n g s  &  c l a w s. i am lightning & starlight, & i am hell in high heels.

                                 canon and original muses from rwby, critical role, descendants, & more. penned by mary.

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[sam has now officially moved to heartsflocked, my new multimuse!]

[badasstex-blog]

IN LESS UPSETTING NEWS

@xconsiderate and I decided that Chris and Sam shared a kindergarden glass and it’s the fucking cutest shit ever okay

he drew pictures for her and everything

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[1/23/2016 8:17:55 AM] Indiana Jo: chris draws a bunch of animals for her c': [1/23/2016 8:19:23 AM] Miss Steal Yo Girl (ft. Yo Girl): ahhhhhhomg sam comes home with jsut stacks of papers of stuff chris drew for her and tapes them all over her bedroom [1/23/2016 8:19:30 AM] Indiana Jo: i cry [1/23/2016 8:19:58 AM] Indiana Jo: they are so cute i just c': [1/23/2016 8:20:57 AM] Miss Steal Yo Girl (ft. Yo Girl): OKAY BUT SHE STILL HAS THEM LIKE HAPHAZARDLY THROWN IN A BOX SOMEWHERE IN HER HOUSE BY THE TIME HIGH SCHOOL ROLLS AROUND SO WHEN SHE EVENTUALLY IS LIKE WAIT A MINUTE THERE CHRISTOPHER YOU WERE IN MY KINDERGARTEN RIGHT she gets all the animals he drew for her and shows the whole original squad c: [1/23/2016 8:21:23 AM] Miss Steal Yo Girl (ft. Yo Girl): beth in particular criticizes his smol self's technique [1/23/2016 8:22:35 AM] Indiana Jo: omggg chris is so embarrassed lmao but also really flattered that she kept them?? [1/23/2016 8:23:20 AM] Miss Steal Yo Girl (ft. Yo Girl): "What is that. Chris. What were you even drawing there." "IT WAS A DOLPHIN, BETH......i think" [1/23/2016 8:24:01 AM] Miss Steal Yo Girl (ft. Yo Girl): hahaha that’s why she doesn't show the ENTIRE friend group, just the original squad bc she kind of figured he would be embarrassed but she can't just not show ANYONE [1/23/2016 8:24:10 AM] Indiana Jo: hahahaha [1/23/2016 8:24:14 AM] Indiana Jo: HANNAH LOVES THEM THOUGH [1/23/2016 8:24:21 AM] Indiana Jo: SHES LIKE OH NO LOOK AT IT ITS SO CUTE [1/23/2016 8:24:41 AM] Indiana Jo: his dogs look like peanuts or something and hes like shit idk what THIS is supposed to be

[wrenhavenriverarchive]

Actual biggest dork.

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badasstex:

“I don’t know. Do you need dental? I think you have nice teeth already.” He could pay her in sandwiches, but somehow he thinks she won’t appreciate that. A shame. 

Shaking his hand he puts a finger on her mouth, vaguely worried they still smell like onion from his chopping earlier. “Shhshhh Sam. Don’t tell people. It’s a secret.” It has its perk, being known as the clown of the group and he fully intends on keeping them. “’s okay though. I’ll recover. Barely. I mean, technically you should be able to protect me from you damaging my heart, you know, but then you’re gonna ask for a raise and I’m broke.”

“Aww, thanks,” she replies with a snort and a roll of her eyes. “But it’s tough work keeping this smile pearly and white. Good dental couldn’t hurt.”

She regards him with amusement when his finger presses to her lips, her eyebrows raising at him. “Okay,” she chuckles, the word slightly distorted as it tries to get around the finger blocking its path, and she lifts a hand to wrap around Chris’s wrist. “Your big, softhearted secret is safe with me, and I will protect it and that tender heart of yours with my life.”

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sam & josh + sagittarius - requested by anonymous

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xflawinmycode:

@xconsiderate

It had been a decidedly Bad Day, and Bad Days meant smoothies.

Josh finally emerged from the covers, peaking around his room and letting out a tense sigh of relief to find it as silent as his empty house should be. It had been one of those days where what was usually a bright enough white faded into gray, and the blacks surrounding him made him feel like he would be sucked into them if he dared to get too close. Yet after an apparent additional eight hours of sleep, the world had resorted to its normal shades and he felt safe enough crawling out of bed at 2 PM in the afternoon.

Not bothering to change out of his pajamas, Josh trudged down the stairs to head to the kitchen. He was grateful for the sun leaking through the windows, keeping the tiles beneath his bare feet warm as he collected the peanut butter and milk, tossing some in the blender before cutting up a banana and adding it in.

Just as he was about to get some ice, his phone buzzed on the countertop where he had plugged it in last night. He picked it up and unlocked it as he collected the ice.

Hannah: Hope ur feeling better!  Hannah: Let me know if I need to tell Sam it’s not a good day for her to come over now!!! Josh: All good, tell her to come over. I’ll even shower for her. Hannah: Sounds good!!! See you soon!!!

Josh couldn’t help but give a little smile, opening up the freezer to throw some ice in to his mixture. While his culinary masterpiece was being chopped up into a sludgy delight, he went to go clean up. Might as well present himself as a guy who had his life together for his sisters’ friend.

Almost as soon as Beth was putting her key in the door to the Washington’s (very intimidatingly) giant, beautiful home, Hannah’s hands shot out to grab both Beth and Sam’s wrists, her expression serious as she turned to address the two. “Wait, wait---before we go in there, we need all our missions set. If Josh catches wind of the fact that we’re planning a movie marathon, he’s going to want to pick out some movies, and I just know he’s gonna throw in some garbage horror movies again, so, Beth, you’re coming with me to pick the movie lineup before he can get any input. Sam, can you handle popcorn?”

"I think I can manage that, Cap’n,” Sam replied, an eyebrow quirked in amusement at the twins as Beth muttered something about Who made you boss? under her breath with only marginally less amusement. Sam watched as Hannah nodded solemnly at them, before releasing her twin’s wrist to let Beth continue unlocking the door and letting them in. Upon dropping their backpacks and removing their shoes beside the door, Beth started off in the direction of their home theater, but Sam was again stopped by Hannah's hold on her wrist before she could head towards their kitchen, the taller girl’s voice slightly hushed.

“Also, Sam, if you see Josh on your mission, tell him he should watch with us. I think he could use the distraction.“

As soon as Sam had accepted her marching orders, Hannah was off after Beth, and Sam had to consult her memory of her first few visits to find her way to their kitchen. It wasn’t hard, but she always felt extra out of place in this giant, extravagant house without one of her best friends at her side, so it wasn’t until she was already stepping into the room that she could reassure her perhaps overly-paranoid self that she wasn’t getting herself lost.

The blender was going unattended when Sam stepped into the room, and upon glancing around curiously and wondering if she should turn it off or leave it going, she made her way instead to the cabinet where she knew they kept their popcorn, resolving to herself that if no one had come to claim the contents of that blender by the time she finished making the popcorn, the thing was getting turned off.

[books-n-quotes]

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via books-n-quotes)

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badasstex:

“Why wouldn’t they? You guys made it out okay! I mean they can’t just…they can’t just not go.” Of course it was just a possibility, but the idea that Josh’s body was somewhere down there, in the cold and the dark and so far away just tore at him. He wasn’t sure if he could handle an empty casket funeral, if there was any at all. If the Washingtons even let them be part of that.

He didn’t ask the other question that was burning on his tongue - if she thought whether they could have saved Josh or not. Mostly he was afraid that she would say yes. That maybe, if he had been faster, he would have reached Josh in time, if they had been quicker, they could have gotten him out of the mintes. There were a lot of ifs in regard to that night.

“They send no one, I’ll go myself”, he huffed instead. Not that he wanted to ever go up that mountain again in his entire life, still he was only half joking. “Josh, he…he deserves better than all of this.”

Sam pursed her lips, fighting back a heavy sigh as her gaze dropped to the floor. “I hope they went---I hope they’re still looking, and they haven’t just given up.” She tried not to sound like she had little hope for either possibility---but, well, it was hard to fake hope, and her eyes were stinging the longer she thought about it. They’d given up on Hannah and Beth too soon, when Hannah had still been down there and alive and herself for a whole month, and her stomach twisted at the thought that they might do it again, might not find Josh’s body and bring him home.

It was upsetting enough that Chris’s comment, serious or not, had her half-wondering if there was enough money in her bank account for another flight to Canada. “If you go, I’m right there at your side,” she replied, and though she knew he had been at least partially joking, her tone was dead serious. Which was scary enough in its own right---that it would take so little to get her back on that awful mountain, with those terrible things.

Her voice was small and mournful as she nodded. “He does. I never should have left his side down there.”

[nadiahilker]

you did not look back you walked away to be alone with your demons i try to hate you, but don’t you know? darling - my demons are in love with yours

and now i have to do this alone, c.s. (via blakesmilitia)

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xflawinmycode:

Once the world manages to stop spinning—and man is he glad that even if the Universe isn’t on his side, at least the World could hand him over some mercy—Josh leans his back up against the wall, using it to support himself as he puts himself back into the chair he’d been punched out of. Sam’s words are still kind of a jumbled mess in his head, taking several seconds longer than they should to process, but once they do he just kind of looks up at her with deeply routed confusion. “Since when do you use big kid language?”

…maybe he’s looking to get a swift kick to the nuts as well.

He’s glad for the small respite he’s given, watching her pace a bit as he continues to rub at his jaw. There’s going to be some massive bruising that makes him glad his spot on set is strictly behind the camera. He’ll have to set up a dentist appointment before they start shooting, which is meant to be in just a few days. And if this ringing in his head didn’t stop, they may be out of a cinematographer anyways—

And she is talking again. Based on how angry it sounds, he should probably start listening.

“I live in New York now, Samantha. Enough people tell you that the place will be drowning in a few years thanks to global warming and you really start to care about the big stuff.” Honestly, Joshua, why are you even bothering to talk? While his jaw wasn’t dislocated—he knew the feeling well enough from when he’d fallen from a treehouse when he was a kid—it definitely wasn’t pleasant to be running his mouth when he’d quite possibly have a concussion to deal with. Maybe.

Fuck. Sorry, Daniela. None of that sexy rope stuff tonight. He’d likely have to be flirting it up with the nurses. At least he may not have to cut drugs out of his nightly plans.

There are people starting to look over at them, trying to get a feel for what exactly had just happened. Josh realizes with a start that he may have just cost Sam her job. He’ll have to talk to her boss about that, make sure he tells them that he’s only going to press charges if they decide to fire Sam. He’s not going to let her take the fall for giving him something he probably really deserves.

“I’m here to make money to pay for my apartment and food and ever-growing bad habits. Despite your clever hypothesis, I have to say it’s a no. If I had that kind of psychic power, I’d be dealing out tarot cards on the streets.”

“I don’t know, Josh, maybe I picked it up during the five years since you up and left everyone behind.” She tries, really tries to keep the hard, angry force behind her voice, but she knows it falters just slightly towards the end of her sentence, and her voice sounds just the tiniest bit smaller, the tiniest bit more pathetic. She hates it. “Does that sound like a long enough time for me to have grown into a rotten vocabulary while you weren’t looking?”

She huffs, a forceful and infuriated puff of air, and rocks back onto her heels, flexing the hand that had connected with his jaw moments ago once again as she does. Shit, that's actually really, really starting to hurt. Fuck Josh and his unnecessarily, painfully solid face, honestly.

She levels him with a hard, almost incredulous stare, and to be fair to him---which isn’t something she’s really in the mood to do, to be honest---there probably isn’t anything he could say at this point that wouldn’t piss her off more, but he seems to be doing his level best to find exactly the right ways to push all of her buttons and make her exponentially more angry.

“You think you’re so damn hilarious, don’t you? You just have to have a snarky retort to everything, because God forbid you stop acting like an ass for just five minutes.”

She turns away, trying to force down the urge to find something to throw at him and pull herself together instead. Planting her hands firmly on her hips, she hangs her head, letting her hair fall to block his view of her expression while she takes a deep breath, and tries to count to ten as if that might rein in some of her anger. It’s juvenile, elementary even, but maybe that’s fitting because she hasn’t felt this much pure, concentrated righteous fury boiling her blood since she had been only eight years old and Billy Bristol had told her she couldn’t play with him because she was a girl. Eight year old Sam didn’t know how easy she had it, if those had been the worst of her problems.

Sam resists the urge to swear out loud as she feels her eyes stinging from the overwhelming cocktail of rage and hurt and pain that are all clawing for her attention, because she is not going to let Josh Washington make her cry again, she’s done enough of that in the last five years. It’s then that she realizes, with no small amount of horror, that people have seen this exchange, that some of them are starting to stare. She straightens, trying to disguise the way she wipes at her eyes as just part of her pushing her hair back from her face, and then she turns to shoot Josh a baleful look.

“Well, psychic power or not, I didn’t need this, Josh. This is, in fact, the last thing I needed.“

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badasstex:

“Awww, stop it. You’re gonna make me blush.” He laughed as if he wasn’t absolutely flattered by her saying those things, but she probably knew better anyway. “Alright, look, I’ll leave the phone on, okay? If anything happens, just call me. I’m dropping by later.” Because sadly it seemed that real life didn’t have any patience for their need for quiet moments and actually required them to function and stuff.

With a last goodbye Chris ended the call, rubbing his face with a sigh and taken a deep breath -he had missed most of class already, so what did it matter if he missed two minutes more?- before returning as casually as possible. At least that had improved: he barely felt the others’ looks anymore.

He stepped by when he was done with all the stuff in his life he had to do - groceries. Check. Homework. Check. Housework. Check. Keeping busy was honestly what got him through most days. During all this time he had kept glancing at his phone, but Sam seemed okay because she didn’t call again, so he decided to shoot her a warning at least.

[text: Sam 🐤] Coming over now. Better be dressed ;)

He had, of course, visited Sam a few times even before the mountain trip, but with how often he came by nowadays he wouldn’t even been surprised if Sam’s parents opened him, much less bothered, so there was no need to be nervous when he wound up at her door, holding up a box of cupcakes as the door opened. “Vegan”, he proclaimed, stepping inside with a grin. “How are you?”

[text] And what will you do if I’m not~

She had been right, earlier; even hours afterwards, she hadn’t fully recovered her peace of mind or ability to focus, but she was feeling better---better enough to fall back on old texting habits from better times. Pocketing her phone, she tried to keep her hands busy while she waited for Chris to get there, making a pot of decaf coffee (it was going to be hard enough to sleep tonight without extra caffeine so late in the day) and setting out the hazelnut syrup she’d taken to keeping around ever since Chris had started spending so much time around. Just in case he wanted something to drink while he was checking in---because God knows he deserved it.

She smiled when, hardly moments later, it felt like, he was already at her doorstep, and she was pulling open the door to the sight of a box of cupcakes toted by a very proud-looking Chris. “Oh my God, you’re an angel,” she sighed happily at the announcement that they were vegan, and for the first time in hours a genuine grin graced her lips as she stepped aside to let him in. “I’m... okay. Better than earlier. Clean.” Because she had, at least, managed a shower, in no small part thanks to him having helped to calm her.

“I’m serious about the angel thing; thank you so much, again, for earlier---I’m sorry I dragged you out of class just to---you know.”

[widowbitesandhearingaids-blog]

I defy the stars; I defy Heaven and Hell. The laws of the universe say that the man I love is lost to me. I say: Watch me save him.

He saved me first, you know - c.k (via widowbitesandhearingaids)

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xflawinmycode:

Josh woke with a start, breath hitching as he sat up suddenly, only to wince at the white lights above him. The images of his nightmares took a while to fade; it wasn’t for several seconds after jolting awake that he realized that he was no longer surrounded by darkness, screeches, and rock walls that pulsated with blood. Instead, the steady beep of a heart monitor and the sickly sterile smell of hospitals surrounded him.

Because he’d been saved. As the memories came back, he was finally able to release his breath.

“Hey, you.”

Josh looked over at the source of the voice, and his stomach twisted to see Sam sitting there. God. Why was she here? How the hell was she able to even look at him? He almost could understand why she and Chris came for him—maybe they could argue to themselves that his actions weren’t worthy of death. But there was still…affection in her voice. He didn’t know whether that made him feel relieved or even more guilty.

“Uh…everything hurts,” he answered honestly. His gaze fell down to his body, and his lips twisted into a grimace at the sight of the IV. He didn’t mind needles. But he hated IVs. It was a necessity, he’s sure, so he just went back to look at Sam. “…is this my first time being up? I don’t remember anything after…” He remembered the sight of sunlight after days without it. He remembered feeling more tired than he had ever felt before. He remembered Sam and Chris yelling at him to stay awake, and he had, because he needed to start listening to people who were concerned about him instead of pushing them away. But when they had been ripped from him and medics were everywhere, he couldn’t find the energy anymore.

“…the ambulance?” He finished.

She nodded understandingly at his answer, slowly pulling herself up into a sitting position. The first time she’d gotten off that mountain, before they’d come back for Josh, she’d been bruised and scratched all to hell and it had been miserable---Josh had had things worse off than anyone else, so she wasn’t exactly expecting him to come out fine and dandy, either.

“I think so,” she replied, rubbing somewhat drowsily at the side of her face and wincing slightly as her back protested to being in a semi-upright position after being slumped for so long. She hadn’t felt like she’d been here that long, but apparently she had. “You haven’t been awake while Chris or I’ve been here, but we haven’t stayed the whole time. We kind of gave our parents heart attacks running back by ourselves to get you, so we’ve had to calm them down, too. But if you woke up at all while we were gone, the nurses haven’t said anything.”

She stared at him now, her stomach twisting and a thousand thoughts scrambling for a hold in her mind. Her eyes traced every inch of his face as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, and by now it was easier to process that they’d really done it, they’d really found him, they’d gotten him out alive. He was a little worse for the wear, but the amount of relief that flooded her system just seeing him alert like this was almost, almost enough to drown out all of the other things, worse things that she was feeling. But they were still there, swirling in her head and wrapping viselike around her heart, persistent enough to make her feel almost nauseous.

Still, though. “It’s good to see you awake.”

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@badasstex is a super duper Chris, in my opinion. My dash is lovely because of them being on it and I really enjoy how they are willing to play on the darker side of things. Certainly someone to go to, if you are looking for stuff that others may shy away from.

- Anonymous

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["hey kid.... kid... -shifty eyes- you looking for stuff? you know... stuff. dark stuff. three streets over, in a dark alley, you'll find jo... don't tell her i sent you"]

[trjoel]

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@consideratevegan @xconsiderate @confiiante @thirtylcve

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um, rude