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#me too i agree one hundred percent 😞 #₀₂ . ❛ the rockerboy. +𝒔𝒕.

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#uwu david is back on his own blog #lets see how long😌 #he lasts😌 #out.

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if you are a black writer in the rp community, feel free to reblog the linked post & fill out the form to be added to babs’ directory. it’s been created in lieu of recent events as a safe space for black writers! @unjuzu thank you for doing this <3

#!!!! #psa.

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“I don’t pay for suits. My suits are on the house or the house burns down.”

#₀₂ . ❛ the victor. +𝒔𝒕. #mm

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Wally + food.

#the king #₀₂ . ❛ speedster. +𝒔𝒕.

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IDLE TONGUE SITS AT THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH,     stiffening at   the calamity   caused by the king of their barbed wired,     metal-gated paradise.     the muscle is dry:     sitting in its equally torrid cave of clenched teeth.     the collateral king who could,     and would,     sing to you so   SOOTHINGLY   as he drove the    BLUNT END    of a rusted-tipped knife through the   BELLY OF YOUR CORE.     and although gregor wasn’t sure if this was   one of those moments,     he continued to stand in the familiarity of   A DRILL LINEUP   that negan once commented on in a discomforting appreciation.     /     @odinsleep​​  :  for negan  ( mo )

                                     something about it feeling great to have a marine around that                                                   still took all his   SIR-YES-SIR BULLSHIT   seriously.

GREGOR’S EYES CUT TO NEGAN,     where blue meets brown in something allocated that allows them to level at each other long enough to read the fire   fuelling   the firestorm    --------------------    where the subtle graveness,     at best,     was undoubtedly vile in the way their leader    PULLED HIS LIPS AGAINST TEETH    until the seal was tight enough to make an audible noise.     that waining playfulness which often rang with his name;     it pinches the creases of his eyes,     explaining   in every crevice   that     NEGAN WAS WINNING A RACE NO ONE ELSE WAS RUNNING IN:     no one but the sheriff and his group eliminating outpost after outpost.     otherwise,     this was his glorious victory,     his photo-ready grin prepared;     after cutting the legs of all his competitors off and jumping the gun at the start.

   ❝    YOU’RE PLAYING WITH FIRE.                                                   DON’T DARE CROSS THE LINE.    ❞

the fathered marine inhales sharply,     his stare returns past negan’s head as it should in a lineup.     he wants to clear his throat from an invisible urge but doesn’t.     instead he swallows the itch down,

         “   just worried about   those things   in the woods     SARGE.     nothin’ more.   ” he plays up the role.     inflates that impetuous,     intimidating ego negan simmered into the sanctuary.     HE KNOWS THERE WILL BE NO REQUESTS AT THIS TIME.     not even if it meant asking for leave and to swap for the next outpost shift.     not even for the benefit of himself or his gentle hearted next of kin.     she would have to go with him.          “   if you need flip ‘nd i at the outpost...     WE’LL GO.   ”     

#mo icb we #are answering asks we havent even rb the prompt for #anyways ur sleepin rn heehee #₀₁ . ❛ survivalist. +𝒊𝒏𝒕. #ans.

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#MM ✨ #feels so golden. #₀₂ . ❛ chosen one. +𝒔𝒕.

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+  heavy hand palms at opposite shoulder ;     gripping   at     something     knotted   beneath   skin .     pulled   sometime   during   a   firewood   session .     ALWAYS THE ODD MAN OUT ,     the     survivalist     stands      OPEN-FLANNEL ,        bare   hands   comfortable        (  hooking through  )        the   belt   loops   of   his   cargo   pants .     teeth   exposed   in   beneath     the thicket of his beard     bearing       *THE BRUNT       of   the   december   wind .          “   cold yet marine ?   ”

eyes   the   half   of   the   log that     SPLIT     from   its   whole   after   frank      GAVE IT HELL      with   the   axe .     boot finds   it     atop the snow     and   kicks   it   towards   their   slowly   growing   pile .          “   ---STARTIN’ TO GET A BIT ...     BREEZY     OUT HERE .   ”          knocks   hands   together   with      a small laugh  / ��almost happily defeated   by   the   realization ,          “   even for me .   ”

@puinsh​   :   gregor  ⁺ ᴹᴱᴸ

#puinsh #frank goin ham w that axe #mm #mo it looks so ugly on tumblr im gonna scream #₀₁ . ❛ survivalist. +𝒊𝒏𝒕.

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SCREAM 1996 | dir. Wes Craven

#👀 #₀₂ . ❛ the slasher. +𝒔𝒕. #₀₂ . ❛ the joker. +𝒔𝒕.

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[     arkham    ]    :      dead  of  night ,    end   of   ends.     night,  dawn and the dusk,  morally heinous,  his very own circus.  he feels the watching eyes,  the authority,  the camera,  those that lie upon him,  that creep and steal glances.  there’s a quiet moment,  just a fleeting a handful of seconds,  before the doubt settles into the marrow,  when the eyes are watching and ogling,  cackling,  open-mouthed and scrutinizing,   they’ve seen a joker in his natural flesh and bone.   and they’re laughing,  they must be,  hoarse and sturdy,  for this was the punchline.  the killing joke.  there is an empire on his skin,  gotham city,  and it burns to the ground in a day.  for it was built upon the old,  rickety foundations of calamity.  have a taste of the fire if you’d like,   hell,  stick your tongue in the flame.  the flavors compose of circus ringleaders and charcoaled dreaming.  a lure for chaos.  a lure for those as crazy as himself.   𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷  𝚃𝙾  𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁  𝙵𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴 .  there she is.  a waiting match.   ❛  yoo - hooooo  ..   you,  you,  you.  ❜   his laughter is a dysphoric,  uncomfortable orchestra,  exploding and erupting like the city around them.  if his laugh was a person,  a living breathing thing,  it’d be pale and sickly thin,  with limbs that flail to a macabre tune.  an omnipresent sort of darkness that looms over the eyes.  he slams his forehead once against the tiny window,  and a grin kisses the edges of his lips.  how interesting she was. so reminiscent of his laughter’s personification.

𝚆𝙷𝚈, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 :  𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈, 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈, 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚂.  𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻, 𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃.   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄?    𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙹𝙾𝙱 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳?   𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳.    𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙴.  

he’s an open mouthed thing,  hungering for the understanding.  perhaps,  he would like to sample the flames on his tongue as well.    ❛   HAHAHA !   oh,  quinzel,  i gotta ask ya’.    quinzel,  i just  - i just gotta know !     ..    say,  do you like stories ?   ‘cause,  boy,  do i got a doozy for ya,  doctor.          now,  have you ever heard of the boogeyman ?  ❜ 

@quinzotic​ ,       JOHN DOE.      sc.  ⁺ ᴹᴼ

#this is #a hot mess #BUT #i do hope this n his stank ass works alright🥺 #quinzotic

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#🥺 luv u all. #sp. #the mandalorion spoilers

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I called some of the old contacts… they tell me some pretty crazy-ass stories.

#one and only😞 #thank u mel #₀₂ . ❛ the original. +𝒔𝒕.

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untouchable   on   his      birmingham   throne        thomas   shelby   can     writhe     within   the       ( unsavoury  comfort )        his       razor   city       gives   him .     like     OINTMENT FOR THE ROT,     dirt   wedged   ‘tween        COBBLESTONE MASONRY         beneath   footing .     it’s   enough   to        [   cover  the  blood   ]        from      washed      hands ;     flooding        these cracks        to   find     ESCAPE FROM THE RED HANDS OF THE KING.     it   won’t   be   the   first   time         he’s   washed   his   hands         from   the   sins   of        HIS CITY .          the   protector ,          the   victor .     thomas shelby made god fear man .

“  are you confident in your royalty ?   ”          tone   ironed ,       BRASH      for      first   impressions :     BLAME THE WAR FOR THAT.     and   thomas   stares ,      * ICE    eyes   almost   coldly       BLANK AND DARK ,        slithering      A SUBTLE MESSAGE   ‘pon   his      THIN      smoke .     but   it’s   obvious       (  they’re windows  )       into   something   elaborate .      testing   her .       “   ‘cause ...     IT CAN’T PROTECT YOU HERE .   ”

@vairuler​ ,     sc.  ⁺ ᴹᴱᴸ

#vairuler #pls beat him up #₀₁ . ❛ the victor. +𝒊𝒏𝒕.

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One step at a time. One punch at a time. One round at a time.

#t h a n k y o u #₀₂ . ❛ the legacy. +𝒔𝒕.

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he’s  nothing  if  not  larger  than  life,   :   he stitched royal and kingly blood into the artery,  and sports it with a smile to lip.  the king of the castle orchestrates his knights with antagonistic cadence,  with hunt and prey.   ❛❛   uh - oh.. ❜❜  he sings,  whistle like the throne trumpet.  the myth and legend and orion personified.  he woke up this morning to greed and power and gunpowder.   ❛❛   looks to me like, uh   ..  well,  like you’ve gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle,  here,  huh  ?!   ❜❜   these walking dead,  these people who still breathe,  they echo the likes of a world when church bells rang,  windmills turned,  and the cities stood with liberty.  this earth is unkind,  this earth kills.  this earth is as monochrome as the dead.  juvenile,  he’s grinning.     ❛❛   see,  ‘cause,  like ..  i mean,  come on  :   shit’s like a movie scene,  i tell you what!   there’s at least twelve big ass guys pointin’ at least twelve big ass guns at the back of your big ass skull right now, and let me tell you..  ❜❜    lions tend to bare their teeth and claws,  and the savior is not far from the image.  

@pahriahs​     +     𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗡 .    +    𝚂𝙲.     (  ᴹᴼ )

#SO #this was written pretty vague bc like #i wasnt sure which to pick🥺 #pahriahs #₀₁ . ❛ big bad wolf. +𝒊𝒏𝒕.

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jonathan  crane  is  composed  of  haunted  skins,     the keeper of both evil and trickery,  intelligence and virus.  i’m a doctor,  he thinks,  and the truth of the title falls somewhere between the syllables that make up the word,  but the boogeyman is groped and clutched within the thresholds of the demons of gotham city.  thirsty devils with sin on their tongue.  perhaps,  it is,  that his fears cuff his ankles,  hold him still just like a vessel and they burrow within the depths of his bone marrow,  stretch capillaries like highway.  perhaps that is the truth.  perhaps it’s denial, more so.  because fear does not fear itself.   ❛❛    i’m afraid the villains’ grotesque disfigurement,  the ..   the glowing eyes,  or everything alike is a thing of film.   television.  most monsters i’ve the pleasure of meeting look very much like your neighbor.   like your closest companion.   ❜❜    look closely,  there is empathy mixed within his blood,  and it glows carmine red.  it’s hot bile too,  burns the tongue,  a volcano that erupts within his next words.

these monsters’ humanity are ripped from their skulls, and replaced with the carnivorous desire to eat.  and jonathan crane is starving.    ❛❛      normal.   hungry.   churning.  ..  waiting.       ❜❜     there is a ticking sound that beats against his eardrum as the syllables resonate.  they are seeds he’s buried to grow,  sit in the soil of mind and body.  he clears the thickness his throat away.                    ❛❛   fascinating,    ..     isn’t it?   ❜❜ 

@revoide​​    ​ +     𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗘 .    +    𝚂𝙲.     (  ᴹᴼ )

#he said #dont b suspicious dont b susipicious 😪 #did i just spell that wrong #probably #its a creative choice #HERE YA GO. #revoide #₀₁ . ❛ boogeyman. +𝒊𝒏𝒕.

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“the most beautiful thing of all is that it’s brought me back together with hayden” - ewan mcgregor

#🥺 #₀₂ . ❛ chosen one. +𝒔𝒕. #₀₂ . ❛ the master. +𝒔𝒕.