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               are you a man …

                     … or are you a monster?

#❛ she has always been fighting her way through hell. / musings #q.

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Why can’t I wake up?

#❛ pristine. / visage #q.

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There's caution in everything about him and his demeanor, the way he speaks and carries himself. He's been through a lot, she can tell / so has she. Glancing down at the basket of fruit, she offers a soft smile before looking back up at the scruffy man, "I mean, it came from his garden sure, but ----- these are from me. I ---- I needed to speak with you about something if... if that's alright with you?"

She moves forward in a non-threatening manner, not wishing to spook him in any sort of way, and sets the basket on a table near him so that he can indulge whenever he desires. "I'm Lucille, by the way."

A STRANGER;

There’s talk / Lucille knows little of the Saviors and their deal with The Kingdom ; but now there are others ——– a man named Rick and his people ( one of whom seeks refuge from the Saviors because he escaped their captivity ). She’s been here for a little over half a year and is training to be a warrior, she’s gotten quite well with a gun and even hand-to-hand combat / can drop the dead without batting an eye. People seem to be the biggest threat these days anyway.

Daryl Dixon. He’s harsh and brass on the outside, but she’s been studying him from a distance. When she’s close enough, there seems to be a softness in his eyes / a kindness even. No one knew she had been listening when she heard the name Negan, she let the thoughts mull around in her brain for an entire sleepless night. She has to know for sure, and so she takes the opportunity to approach Mr. Dixon when he’s alone.

There’s a gentle knock on a wooden door frame, not wanting to startle him. A small smile, curiosity hidden within caramel hues as she holds an offering in her hands / a basket of fresh fruit from the garden, “Hi. You’re Daryl, right?”

@theprixrity

                                                   TRY     to     work     out     a     DEAL     with     The     King.     That's     what     Rick     WANTED     from     Daryl,     but     he     was     UNSURE     of     where     to     even     begin.     Not     that     the     hunter     was     in     any     kind     of     HURRY.     The     Kingdom     wasn’t     his     HOME     and     with     EASY     STREET     still     rattling     in     the     archer’s     BRAIN,     all     he     could     focus     on     was     bring     an     END     to     the     saviors.     It     didn’t     matter     HOW,     just     as     long     as     it     was     NOW.

The     light     knock     made     musicals     TENSE,     expecting     it     to     be     MORGAN.     Yet     bright     hues     turned     up     to     see     the     WOMAN.     He     didn’t     KNOW     her,     nor     could     he     remember     seeing     her     WANDERING     around     the     kingdom.     Yet     the     fruit     offering     seems     WELCOMING,     “     Yeah,     'm     Daryl?     ”     His     tone     held     CAUTION,     as     he     eyed     the     stranger.     Unmoving     from     his     SPOT     in     the     room,     a     brow     raised,     “     This     from     tha     king?     ”

#theprixrity #verse tbt.

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Carla Gugino as Olivia Crain on The Haunting of Hill House

#❛ pristine. / visage #q.

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(    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS

*   warning   :   may  contain  spoilers  for  episodes  one  through  ten .

‘  if  you  were  me ,  you  wouldn’t  be  such  a  fucking  asshole .  ’

‘  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  ’

‘  you  listen  to  your  gut .  even  if  it  makes  them  hate  you .  ’

‘  i  am  a  dream  and  so  are  you  and  so  are  we .  ’

‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’

‘  honey ,  someone’s  in  the  house .  ’

‘  i’m  dreaming ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  just  need  a  little  time  away .  it’s  nothing  more  than  that .  ’

‘  you’re  saying  it  was  an  accident ,  so  you  accidentally  put  your  hand  through  a  mirror ?  ’

‘  i’m  scared .  that’s  all  i  am .  there  is  nothing  else .  i’m  only  scared .  ’

‘  do  you  think  there’s  something  wrong  with  me ?  like ,  really  wrong ?  ’

‘  it’s  alright ,  sugar .  it’s  just  a  dream  —  just  a  screaming  meemie .  ’

‘  we  yield  to  it  or  we  fight  it ,  but  we  cannot  meet  it  halfway .  ’

‘  i  seldom  am  well  behaved .  ’

‘  i  enjoyed  the  conversation ,  but  i’m  gonna  say  goodnight .  ’

‘  did  you  just  punch  me  in  the  boob ?  ’

‘  just  enjoy  me .  i’m  loving  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  have  changed  a  thing .  i  need  you  to  know  that .  ’

‘  forgiveness  is  warm  like  a  tear  on  a  cheek .  ’

‘  i  loved  you  completely  and  you  loved  me  the  same .  ’

‘  that’s  all .  the  rest  is  confetti .  ’

‘  forgive  a  girl  for  being  lonely .  ’

‘  there’s  nothing  sadder  than  a  cold  bed .  ’

‘  journey’s  end  when  lovers  meet .  ’

‘  journeys  don’t  end ,  not  if  you  love  someone .  they  don’t  end  at  all .  ’

‘  probably  best  you  didn’t  say  anything  to�� them .  ’

‘  i’m  asking  you  to  love  me  hard  for  the  next  few  minutes .  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  jump  and  i’m  asking  you  to  hold  my  hand  while  i’m  falling .  ’

‘  i  have  something  that  i  have  to  tell  you ,  but  i  need  you  to  remember  when  i  do  that  i  love  you .  ’

‘  i  wish  i  would’ve  loved  you  better .  ’

‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

‘  i’m  just  floating  in  this  ocean  of  nothing  and  i  wonder  if  this  is  it ,  this  is  what  death  is .  ’

‘  i  wonder  if  this  is  what  death  is ,  just  out  there  in  the  darkness ,  just  darkness  and  numbness  and  alone .  ’

‘  i  wondered  if  that’s  what  they  felt ,  just  numb  and  nothing  and  alone .  ’

‘  he  was  a  light  in  the  darkness .  he  was  a  life  preserver  in  the  ocean .  ’  

‘  i  reached  for  him  because  i  had  to  feel  something .  i  had  to  feel  anything .  ’

‘  god ,  i’m  so  glad  i  did  it  though .  thank  god  it  worked .  ’

‘  i  felt  scared .  so  fucking  scared .  ’

‘  honestly  i  had  to  do  it  because  it  felt  better  than  feeling  nothing .  ’

‘  that  thorough  fucking  shame  was  so  much  better  than  that  horrible  empty  feeling .  ’

‘  you  have  to  live .  ’

‘  i  don’t —  i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you .  ’

‘  i  learned  a  secret  :  there  is  no  without .  i  am  not  gone .  i  am  scattered  into  so  many  pieces ,  sprinkled  on  your  life  like  new  snow .  ’

‘  when  we  die ,  we  turn  into  stories  and  every  time  someone  tells  one  of  those  stories  it’s  like  we’re  still  here .  ’

‘  we’re  all  stories  in  the  end .  ’

‘  you’re  supposed  to  protect  me ,  but  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  i  try  to  tell  you  things .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff  considering  you  were  asleep  for ,  what ,  like…  ninety-nine  percent  of  it ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry .  i  should  have  made  more  of  an  effort  with  you .  ’

‘  you  tried  the  best  that  you  could .  i  should’ve  met  you  halfway .  ’

‘  people  fuck  up .  i  guess  you  don’t  get  that  —  you  really  don’t  get  it  until  you  fuck  up .  really  fuck  up .  ’

‘  i  felt…  nothing .  just  nothing .  and  it  spread  everywhere  in  me ,  this  nothing ,  until  i  couldn’t  feel  anything  anymore .  i  was  just  this  dark ,  empty  black  hole .   ’

‘  i  felt  nothing  and  so  i  drank  and  i  drank  and  nothing  worked .  i  couldn’t  feel  anything .  ’

#memes tbt.

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It's been so long since she's had anything at all to eat. The only reason she's still alive is because of the rain providing enough water to keep her from dying of dehydration. But she's dwindling, she can feel it. The hunger is starting to get to her, she's getting desperate. Her thoughts went to morbid places, even considering cutting off pieces of her own flesh and cooking that.

It's been weeks, it seems.

Every hunt, every scavenge / she endured so much trying to find food with nothing but sanity-killing hunger to show for it.

Almost a year ago, there was this stray dog that found Lucille at a low moment where she thought about ending it all. Ending all of the fear, all of the evil of this world now. But this goddamned dog came out of nowhere and trusted her immediately / as though it was a sign to keep going. This dog made her a little bit stronger.

And now, that dog's name is Baxter. Sweet and scruffy with loving eyes and a gentle soul. But it's been weeks. Lucille is dying. She didn't know what hurt more / her stomach slowly eating itself or the way it felt to have to put a bullet in that goddamn dog's head. That goddamn dog that was her only friend, and in a moment of utter insanity driven by the hunger, the desperate, disgusting human nature just to survive... she killed him.

Lucille is sobbing the entire time she consumes his cooked meat, and she feels as though she might be sick just thinking about what she's doing. The thing that actually makes her sick, however, is what happens shortly after she fills her starving stomach.

There's a kid... a young man, standing before her. And she lost it, on her hands and knees wrenching up the dog she just ate. She feels disgusting, and mortified with herself. And maybe this kid is here to help, maybe he has food and she....

She killed him.

She killed Baxter.

He's gone...

@steadyfire

#steadyfire #jfc this got dark #holy hell #tw death #tw #in general #??

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“What I’ve realized is that we’re our own harshest critics. We give ourselves limitations. But I want to push through that wall, on a creative and personal level.”

#❛ pristine. / visage #q.

[luuciile]

               are you a man …

                     … or are you a monster?

#❛ ---------- she has always been fighting her way through hell. / musings #q.

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ind. eleanor ( enid’s mom ) au twd oc. / mobile & dash only.

#❛ em's babies / selfpromo.

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I sincerely apologize for the quality of these, this scene was like impossible to color for me, but his face is too cute not to post 

#❛ til death do us part. / negan #q.

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carla gugino as olivia crain ↳   steven sees a ghost  (  1.01  )

#❛ pristine. / visage #q.

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@ jess watches hill house and thinks Carla Gugino is a goddess: 1/?

#❛ pristine. / visage #q.

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We <3 Carla Gugino

#gdi shes so mf sexy #❛ pristine. / visage #q.

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Gerald’s Game (2017)

#❛ pristine. / visage #tw gore #tw blood #q.

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#damn guys #i got too lit and should not be writing anything right now #gonna pass out soon lol #i'll be around before work tomorrow tho #night cuties #❛ jfc stfu. / ooc

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ind. eleanor ( enid’s mom ) au twd oc. / mobile & dash only.

#❛ em's babies / selfpromo.

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                  you were so pure before they  

                       d r a g g e d   you through the flames

                               now, you’re all charred remains 

                                       and  s h a t t e r e d  bones

                                     choking on ashes and smoke

                                          begging for the fire back

#❛ ---------- people make everything work ; but sometimes being alone feels safer. / musings #q.