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@serpcntes

               he really wanna go calling them sappy?  thems dangerous words around a man like merle.  good arm swiftly wraps around his brothers neck, putting him in a chokehold.  it’s a light chokehold…  but still.  gotta show who’s boss.  ❝ y’don’t be usin’ that shit ‘round me, yeah?  merle and sappy ain’t compatible in the same sentence.  so no, it ain’t like that.  s’more like…  fuckin’ badass action movie, like one of them ones with stallone. ❞  he let’s go fairly quickly, because they can’t be getting into a scrap right now.  they’ve got a job to do, even if it was one of the shittier jobs to be given.  at least they weren’t down there, that’s what the elder always reminds himself of.

               ❝ y’know, i’m thinkin’ on our free day tomorrow we head on out, go do some huntin’ and some scavengin’.  find somethin’ real good t’bring back to the boss.  bump us up a little higher in the standin’.  maybe even get us enough points t’have a little action with one of them wives.  i been eyein’ up that foxy redhead, s’a damn shame i only get t’look. ❞

the world didn't seem much different from then to now, the only difference were the dead that roamed the earth. assholes still ruled the world, the selfish still came up on top, and the good always got the short straw in life. it's not perfect where they are but at least they had a roof over their head, food in their bellies and a safe haven from the walking dead. so what if they had to continue the cycle of violence and fear to keep their place on top? he'd seen what happened to his old group, how they'd stepped in shit and got their asses handed to them. what became of them after woodbury, he doesn't know, but he's glad to be here than there.

smoke exhaled, eyes flick to the metal attachment and back down to the grunts, to the poor saps that got the short straw. they could've been in a comfortable room and a better position if they had accepted the way of life as it is now. some still fought, some still thought they could do better than this, but in reality? where was better than here? ash flicks onto concrete and he takes another long drag of the cigarette. he hates to admit merle's right but ... he's right. ❝ us against the world, huh? like some sappy family movie shit? ❞ he jokes dryly, eyes shifting back to merle. they're anything but sappy, always getting into fights but they're family at the end of the day. there's nearly nothing he wouldn't do for him.

#serpcntes #* &. merle dixon. #* &. queue.

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@65ths

               the   suggestion   is   appreciated,   but   mags   worries   about   what   other   threats   lay   in   wait   for   them.      it   was   a   jungle   after   all,   there   were   all   kinds   of   bugs   in   here.      both   natural   and   artificially   made.      she   exposes   any   skin   and   the   gamemakers   might   decide   to   set   poisonous   beetles   on   them   or   something.      anything   to   improve   the   ratings.      ‘   i   can   manage.   ’      she   assures   him   with   a   gentle   pat   on   the   cheek.      the   sound   of   a   canon   has   mags   looking   towards   the   sky   with   a   frown   on   her   face.      so   much   bloodshed,   and   for   what?      for   nothing,   that’s   what.      just   so   snow   could   continue   his   rule   and   nothing   more.      ‘   i   just   wish   it   would   end.   ’

he offers what he can, in the form of a small smile-- a genuine one, not the wide mouthed toothy grins he's offered the skies or even katniss and peeta. it's a gentle curve up on his lips. "yeah," they're all warm. that's nothing of concern. "should be a little cooler soon," noting the sky, he only hopes the temperatures aren't a drastic drop. everything about the arena says it'll likely remain warm, but finnick knows better than to trust what he knows about an environment. the gamemakers don't always care for the facts. how many people watching in their districts know whether a jungle's supposed to be hot or cold at night? "the sleeves come off." he starts to roll down and tug at one of the sleeves of the jumpsuit, which comes easily off. it's nothing more than a long glove that overlaps with the rest of the attire. "see? might help."

#65ths #* &. mags flanagan. #* &. queue.

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i was genuinely so happy to be back at work today. not many people can say that, but i missed my babies so much. my co-worker told me one of the babies who has me as their favorite (like 3 babies have chosen me specifically as number one) actually was crying for me. they asked her on thursday if "she misses stephanie" and she just burst out crying. when she calmed down again she asked again and the same response, burst out crying. i'm sad she wasn't there today, but she's got bad pink eye. oof. sickness all around the daycare!

but yeah, it was so nice to see most of my babies again <3 i love them

#* &. ooc.

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@heartsbreaking

               all   cassandra   wanted   was   to   go   home.      their   real   home.      the   one   where   adults   existed,   where   their   parents   existed.      it’s   true   that   every   teenager   wishes   to   grow   up   and   become   independent,   but   this?      this   was   not   the   way.      still,   they   have   to   try   and   make   the   best   of   the   situation   they’ve   been   dealt,   which   means   rationing   and   trying   to   preserve   what   little   they   have   left.      they   have   no   idea   how   long   they’ll   be   here,   without   a   proper   plan   in   place   they’ll   die   of   starvation   before   they   get   the   chance   to   find   a   way   home.

               ❝   finding   our   way   back   is   our   main   goal   always.      i   want   to   go   home   as   much   as   the   next   person,   but   i   also   have   to   be   realistic.   ❞      it’s   almost   become   a   rehearsed   speech   at   this   point.      ❝   in   order   to   even   begin   trying   to   get   home   we   have   to   survive.      we   can’t   figure   out   where   we   are   or   how   we   got   here   if   we’re   all   dead.   ❞

@murkyhazed sent ❛ if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so. ❜ / from cassandra

harley had kept pretty quiet. when it came to how things worked in new ham, she was more than happy to just wait for the others to make decisions on everyone's behalf. she wanted to go home, she didn't want to be setting up camp here. she did her jobs when they were assigned, spent her free time with her friends, and when she got lonely she wrote letters to her dads in a journal. she did have thoughts on what cassandra was trying to enforce though, and apparently it read on her face. "i think we're being a little hasty, that's all. i know you don't think we're going home, but i don't think we should just stop trying."

#heartsbreaking #* &. cassandra pressman. #* &. queue.

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Im sorry was just no one gonna tell me lee pa/ce is gay now i have no chance with him

#* &. ooc. #i never knew until just now #when i saw a tiktok comment mention it #now my delusions of being with him have to stay delusions #now i wanna know who all else out there be part of the community #maybe i have chances with some mi1fs

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@faultyconscience

               of   course   her   eyes   roll   when   he   responds,   and   before   she   follows   him   she   looks   at   the   confused   and   almost   startled   man.      ❝   you’ll   have   to   excuse   doctor   house,   he   was   probably   dropped   on   his   head   as   an   infant.   ❞      heels   click   against   tile   as   she   heads   into   her   office,   shutting   the   door   behind   them.      apparently   it   gives   him   the   perfect   opportunity   to   emphasize   what   he   believes   is   a   good   point.

               ❝   not   nearly   as   big   as   your   ego,   house.   ❞      she’s   walking   briskly   to   her   desk,   and   pulls   out   a   file.      she   tosses   it   on   the   desk   and   stares   at   him.      ❝   do   you   want   to   guess   why   you’re   in   the   principals   office   today?   ❞      he   probably   knows,   and   she’s   probably   given   him   the   perfect   chance   to   say   some   other   sarcastic   remark.      normally   she   would   detest   someone   with   such   blatant   disregard   for   authority,   but   he’s   one   of   the   best   doctors   at   this   hospital.      plus…      now   she’d   never   admit   it,   sometimes   the   banter   was   fun.

"No serious complications? Try telling that to my asshole!" He flashes the man sitting nearby a feigned look of distress, eye brows raised high, lips pulled in a deep frown. But still follows Cuddy's lead and makes his way toward her office. If he doesn't, she'll just follow him anyway and this may as well be done on the clock.

"You'd think, but you're as big a pain in my ass as your ass is...well, big." He's not shy about taking a quick look at it either as he says it.

This might actually be some sort of record for how quickly he could turn the conversation to her ass. He'll have to double check with Wilson to be sure; he's probably got a tally going somewhere if there's money on the line.

#faultyconscience #* &. lisa cuddy.

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@strnza

               for   her   to   make   such   a   rookie   mistake…      it’s   unlike   her.      but   hell,   can   he   really   blame   her   for   being   so   ill   at   ease?      she’s   got   a   terrible   secret   she   has   to   keep,   one   that   he   forced   upon   her.      he   could’ve   easily   kept   it   from   her   too,   kept   this   burden   to   himself.      it’s   probably   what   he   should’ve   done,   but   the   woman   has   a   hold   on   him   like   no   other.      one   look   in   those   eyes   and   every   terrible,   dark   deed   he’s   ever   done   wants   to   come   tumbling   out.      killing   donna   was   the   one   that   managed   to   slip   out   only   a   short   time   ago.

               he   can   see   there   is   something   she’s   holding   back,   something   she   wants   to   say   but   doesn’t.      christ,   has   he   already   corrupted   her   innocent   soul?      of   course   he   has…      everything   he   touches   turns   to   ash.      not   wanting   to   put   up   a   fight,   he   retreats,   following   her   direction   to   the   cabinet   where   the   first   aid   kit   resides.      pulling   it   from   the   shelf,   he   rummages   inside   for   the   rubbing   alcohol   and   the   bandages.      they   don’t   even   know   what   they’re   dealing   with   here,   but   if   it’s   deep   enough   they   might   be   making   a   late   night   stop   at   jax’s   so   tara   could   fix   her   up.

               the   mention   of   opie   has   him   pausing,   gaze   fixed   on   the   floor.      his   back   is   to   her   still,   the   first   aid   kit   in   his   hands.      she   saw   him,   but   it’s   not   like   she   hasn’t   seen   him   since   he   confessed   to   the   murder.      what   made   today   so   different   that   it   would   shake   her   up?      ❝   i’m   sorry.   ❞      it’s   all   he   can   say   really.      he’s   sorry   for   everything…      ❝   you   shouldn’t   have   to   be   carrying   this   burden.      i’m   sorry.   ❞

she  freezes  in  place  as  she  sees  tig  getting  up  from  his  chair,  wincing  slightly  as  he  holds  the  towel  covering  the  small  gash.  her  eyes  dart  between  the  sink  &  tig's  hands  now  holding  the  minor  injury,  unable  to  meet  his  eyes  for  the  time  being;  "i,  um  ...  i  was  cleanin'  dishes,  an'  the  knife  slipped."  in  all  fairness,  that's  the  truth  of  the  matter  -  nothing  more,  nothing  less.

for  a  moment,  eliza's  lips  part,  her  heart  pleading  with  her  mind  to  allow  every  secret  to  come  crumbling  down  in  front  of  tig.  killing  donna  is  one  thing,  but  gemma's  assault  &  eliza's  own  run-in  with  weston?  he  can't  know.  he  isn't  supposed  to  know,  and  it  isn't  fully  her  secret  to  tell.  god,  she  wants  to  -  needs  to.  it’s  eating  her  alive.

eliza  falters  for  another  moment,  panic  seizing  in  her  throat  as  she  takes  her  arm  back  from  tig,  nodding  toward  the  corner  of  the  kitchen,  "first  aid  kit's  in  that  cabinet,"  she  murmurs,  moving  to  lean  against  a  nearby  table;  he  knows  her  well  enough  to  recognize  that  her  mind  is  just  as  clouded  as  his.  "i  saw  ope  today  -  i  think  it  ...  shook  me  up."

#strnza #* &. tig trager. #* &. queue.

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@faultyconscience

               the   response   was   one   she   should’ve   expected,   and   she   goes   as   far   as   to   offer   an   apologetic   smile   to   the   man   in   the   waiting   room   who   had   overheard   house’s   colorful   retort.      ❝   well   lucky   for   you   there   are   no   serious   complications   to   waiting   an   extra   five   minutes.      you   know,   i   was   trying   to   be   nice   when   i   said   please,   but   this   wasn’t   an   optional   chat.   ❞      she   steps   aside   and   holds   her   arm   out,   finger   pointed   in   the   direction   of   her   office.      he   should   be   used   to   this   by   now,   it   seemed   to   be   a   daily   occurrence   that   she’d   need   to   scold   him.      ❝   i’m   surprised   you   even   notice   a   pain   in   your   ass   given   the   pills   you   keep   popping.   ❞

@murkyhazed said: "could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" to house from cuddy

"Oooh," he says, face scrunched up, an over-exaggerated show of disappointment as he gestures toward the exit with his cane. "I was actually just on my way to pick up my script for hemorrhoid treatment so I'm afraid I don't have time for another pain in my ass."

#faultyconscience #* &. lisa cuddy.

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#* &. lisa cuddy.

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#* &. lisa cuddy. #marriage this is marriage

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@arachnidiots

               the   thing   is,   he   really   is   completely   serious.      so   maybe   the   term   wasn’t   the   greatest   way   to   describe   it   but…      what   else   could   he   have   used?      neutral!      that’s   what   he   should’ve   used…      always   a   thought   too   late.      ❝   come   on,   think   about   it!      you   know   it’s   true.      so   maybe   goovil   isn’t   the   right   description   but   it’s   the   facts.      there   is   no   one   out   there   who   is   truly   good…      except   maybe   betty   white,   may   she   rest   in   peace.      you   know   what   that   just   proves   my   point   further   because   since   she’s   gone,   now   there   really   is   no   one   left   who   is   pure   good.      there   also   isn’t   anyone   truly   evil…      at   least   i   have   to   have   hope   there   isn’t.      even   bad   people   have   some   compassion   and   kindness   to   someone.      like   scar   from   the   lion   king,   terrible   guy,   but   he   was   actually   nice   to   those   hyenas.      you   know,   until   he   was   facing   death   in   the   face   and   sold   them   out.   ❞

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @murkyhazed / buck sent ❛ there is no good, there is no evil. there is only “goovil”. ❜

“GOOVIL?” they can hardly keep themself composed, blinking up at buck before full out laughing. he says it in a way that’s just too serious for liam not laugh to at— even in a moment like this, where they absolutely shouldn’t be laughing because they’re on a call. they’re at the scene! but the word is too ridiculous, and it’s buck, he’s always been quite good at lightening up situations. “you’re so unprofessional,” they turn it back on him, laugh held back by their lips being pushed together, “i can’t believe you.”

#arachnidiots #* &. evan buckley. #he's a big dumb

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@foxtaeil

               now   other   men   with   a   similar   personality   would   take   advantage   of   this   moment,   those   in   a   similar   position   of   power   would   probably   relish   in   the   thought   of   taking   this   pathetic   little   group   for   all   it’s   worth.      there   are   some   sick   fucks   out   there!      he’s   sick   and   he’s   twisted,   but   he’s   got   something   of   a   moral   code.      don’t   hurt   women,   and   sure   as   shit   don’t   hurt   children.      given   she’s   got   both   going   for   her   right   now?      well   she   might   just   have   herself   a   certain   immunity   in   this   situation!

               ❝   no   disrespect   ma’am,   but   i   think   you   do.   ❞      his   grin   is   still   there,   and   then   he   lets   out   a   whistle.      several   saviors   appear   from   the   treeline,   but   she   should   take   note   that   they   aren’t   all   men.      there   are   women   too,   and   he’s   hoping   that   might   give   her   a   little   peace   of   mind.      ❝   people   are   a   resource,   you   know?      and   children?      well   they   are   our   goddamn   future   aren’t   they!      now   i   say   all   of   this   with   the   highest   respect   to   your   former   authority,   that   kid   will   die   out   here.      bein’   exposed,   no   proper   food   source   or   place   to   sleep,   that   is   no   way   for   a   child   to   be   livin’.      or   someone   as   fine   as   our   former   president!      i   am   sorry,   i   just   cannot   get   past   that   part!      the   fuckin’   president   of   the   united   states,   the   chances   of   that…   ❞      he   takes   a   few   steps   closer,   until   he’s   directly   in   front   of   her.      ❝   as   you   can   see   by   my   many   men   standin’   near   me,   we   are   very   well   off.      there   are   hundreds   of   us,   with   a   sanctuary   that   has   plenty   of   room   for   your   little   rag   tag   group.      what   do   you   say,   miss   grant?      how   would   you   like   to   come   on   home   with   me   and   give   your   boy   a   fightin’   chance?   ❞

the exclamation momentarily freezes her in her tracks, fingers delicately grazing the gun at her hip. the dirt and disheveled state that comes with the end of the world, it's been something of a blessing for a former polished president. a good majority of strangers don't even recognize her. today's just one of those lucky days.

if she has learned one thing throughout this entire ordeal, it is just how many people would love to see her life end as violently as humanly possible. she can't say that she doesn't understand it. she does. she carries that weight. but she also has a little boy to protect, currently under the watchful eye of the few stragglers that have survived from their group. and so her fingers remain cautiously at her gun, her gaze fixed firmly on the boisterous stranger. she's come head - to - head with plenty of men like him over the years. pretty faces with big personalities — easy to handle in a political landscape. but she's in a far different playing field now, isn't she? " i don't have anything you want. you may as well move on. "

#foxtaeil #* &. negan smith. #hes so dramatic i can't with him #he lays it on thicc

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me after watching one (1) episode of house: i should add house back.

#* &. ooc. #i still have cuddy cause shes queen #but he is hilarious too

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me after eating 3/4 of a family size bag of ketchup chips:

#* &. ooc.

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this isn't a multimuse this is strictly a jack/son le/wis stan blog now.

#* &. ooc.

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@unheald

               he   knows   what   it’s   like   to   need   some   space   from   the   constant   caring.      his   caring   usually   came   from   his   mother   though,   and   that   was   a   suffocating,   controlling   attempt   at   caring.      they   always   had   to   be   the   best,   mistakes   weren’t   allowed.      funny   coming   from   a   woman   who   makes   so   many   terrible   choices.      the   lord   would   not   appreciate   his   bad   mouthing   his   mama,   no   matter   how   justified   it   may   be.

               ❝   he   has   a   lot   of   people   to   look   out   for   him.      he’s…      he’s   really   lucky,   especially   to   have   a   friend   like   you.   ❞      he   almost   finds   it   hard   to   meet   her   gaze,   mainly   because   he   feels   so   guilty   over   his   past   behavior.      the   way   the   world   was   now,   things   could   be   over   so   quickly…      why   would   you   want   to   spend   what   little   time   you   might   have   being   so   negative   and   spreading   hate?      sadly   a   question   he   didn’t   begin   to   ponder   until   recently.      ❝   i   mean,   if   he   was   genuinely   annoyed   with   you   for   caring   about   him?      sounds   like   a   him   problem.      his   loss   is   my   gain.   ❞

yeah... maybe he hadn't said anything, hadn't said that she was bothering him, but... well, she supposed that she was still a little wary of him - given the way he had been known to be. that and the fact that she could very much feel his mother's eyes on her from across the way. it really didn't help that sophia could, in a way, be pretty sensitive to that kind of thing. given the environment she'd grown up in...

but when he stated that she wasn't, and suggested the idea of company... while she might not be entirely sure about him, about... well, having him figured out, she also didn't really have anyone else to spend time with. not her age anyway. yes, luckily, carl had made it after being shot, but he needed a lot of time to recover and rest, and sophia felt like he probably wouldn't really want her hovering constantly...

so after a brief moment of hesitation, she moved to sit herself down on the grass. the weather was nice enough, so why not spend time outside? " i figured carl was probably getting sick of me sitting and fussing over him, so... "

#unheald #* &. jackson lewis.