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malecftw · 5 years

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Saving Newt from the flare but paying the price -TMR imagine

A/N: I actually can’t believe I’m sitting here, writing this! My short break turned into a couple of months of little to zero activity on here so I’m kinda weirded out but impressed that I’m actually here. Thanks to everyone for being patient and giving me the space I needed. I can’t guarantee my updates will be consistent, but I’m going to try my best.

I’ve been all up in my feels for my teenage supercrush Dylan O’Brien lately so excuse this freaking throwback. Not ruling out the possibilities of writing for Stiles, Mitch and Thomas in the future cause my sugarpuff deserves all the love and attention in the world.

Warnings: angst, injury, possible character death, spoilers for The Death Cure however it doesn’t follow the original storyline

Word count: 1607

I really hope you like it!

If you want you can check out my masterlist here X

“Y/n no, it’s too dangerous!” “Just shut up and help me, Thomas!” You felt his brown eyes burning through the back of your skull as you pulled cold the iron lever that would give you access to the restricted area of the building. “If they catch us, just take the cure and run okay.”

The warmth of his hand on your shoulder offered you a genuine, rare feeling of comfort. “I’m not leaving you behind y/n.” At this you turned around quickly, whispering in an urgent tone: “Thomas, you’re the fastest. You’re the one that can save him.” He shook his head, eyes focussed on his feet as he struggled to come to terms with the harsh reality. You, however, quite liked the idea of getting out of there alive so you turned back around and kept yanking the lever, your hope of saving your best friend turned unbiological brother diminishing with every passing second you failed to make the damn thing move.

“What the hell are you shanks still doing here!” A figure shouted from across the -for now- abandoned hallway. “I can’t get this thing to fucking move!” The strain in your voice was evident as you clung onto the metal with your entire body weight. Minho looked at both you and Thomas, yet in a split second, he managed to get his gun and shoot the glass door to pieces. “What the fuck! The whole point was to do this thing quietly!” You shouted at Minho while Thomas ran in to grab the cure.

Minho’s pained expression, however, was not something you expected. “We’re running out of time y/n.” Your mouth opened slightly. The way Minho spoke as if he’d rather die than have to think of his best friend’s current state brought chills to your spine. He was dying. As Thomas ran passed the both of you, there was no time to dwell on the impending doom you all felt looming over you.

Minho stayed behind a couple of steps, ensuring your safety as he kept his gun aimed at your rapidly changing environment. Keeping up with Thomas was not easy as he started sprinting, the only thing on his mind now was saving Newt so you were grateful for Minho keeping an eye on you and making sure you didn’t fall behind.

Your steps slowed when you saw a lifeless body sitting against the wall of an abandoned building. Debris scattered around him, his silhouette illuminated by a street light. Thomas started shouting his name as he approached him, not slowing down, yet the body remained still. No no no. This couldn’t be it. After all you’d done to get here! To save him. You couldn’t be too late. “Newt! Newt we’re here okay! We got the cure! Come on Newt open your eyes,” Thomas shouted, not caring who or what would hear him.

Newt’s head flung around limply on his shoulders as Thomas tried to shake him awake, a low groan passing his lips. You and Minho shared a look of relief and crouched down on either side of Thomas. What happened next, however, no one could’ve seen coming.

Just in time, you noticed the shiny blade of the knife Newt held in his bloody hand before you pushed Thomas back. The blade missed him by a couple of inches which gave you three the time to take a few steps back while Newt recovered from his sudden burst of energy. “Newt! Newt come on it’s us. You don’t wanna hurt us! We’re here to help you!” Minho said loudly over the crackling of burning buildings. Newt didn’t seem to acknowledge Minho in his struggle to get up, using the wall to shift his body weight to.

“Newt, please! Let us help you!” You tried. His gaze immediately shifted to you and his body stilled. You finally got through to him you thought. A long couple of seconds passed before he made a beeline for you, letting out a loud, feral growl. The impact with the hard concrete was almost immediate as Minho’s strong arms pushed you out of harm's way and you looked up to see Newt stabbing Minho in the shoulder.

The thing is, Minho could easily defend himself but he refused to risk getting Newt even more hurt than he already was so he just took the blow. Thomas leaped forward as he watched the scenario unfold, he wasn’t going to watch Newt kill Minho. Newt groaned as he felt Thomas’ body weight on top of him, yet he was too far gone to come to the realization that this were his best friends trying to help in. Thomas’ body was violently pushed off of him when Newt got another burst of seemingly inhuman strength.

With Minho immobilized and Thomas passed out on the ground from hitting his head against some debris in his fall, you were the only one left that could determine Newt’s fate. You army crawled towards Thomas’ body as quietly as you could, the syringe with the cure sticking out of his back pocket. Minho caught on to what you were doing and was talking to Newt, trying to distract him for long enough so that you could grab the damn thing.

Newt had calmed down, the alien look in his eyes slightly fading but not enough to be sure he was him again. The words Minho spoke seemed foreign, yet they still had a familiar ring to it. Y/n, Newt couldn’t ignore the odd feeling in his stomach when he heard her name. He couldn’t really remember her, but he felt a sense of safety as the words were being processed in his brain. A constant fight between his mind and the flare keeping him from getting through to his real subconscious.

In the meantime, you’d slowly taken the cure from Thomas, waking him up in the process. You put your index finger in front of your mouth, urging him to keep quiet since he was still kind of out of it.

You’d gotten up immediately behind him without a sound, everything seemingly going to plan if it wasn’t for your moving shadow being caught by Newt’s eye. As you got ready to inject Newt, he turned around instantly as if the flare knew what you were going to do. You reacted fast, piercing Newt’s heart with the one thing that could save it. As you watched the liquid quickly making its way out of the syringe and into Newt’s body you felt another liquid running down your shirt.

In confusion, you looked down, still on the high of saving Newt. That’s when you saw the crimson liquid dripping from the handle of the knife, now stuck in your stomach. You looked back up, now sadness was painted all over your features when Newt’s face changed from twisted and flare ridden to pure regret, the cure working quickly.

Minho and Thomas still had no idea what had happened, they just watched with smiles on their faces as they saw their old best friend come back to life. Newt’s head dropped down to touch your forehead, his hand regretfully abandoning the knife in your torso, carefully trying not to cause you any more pain.

Tears pooled in your eyes as you felt his hands slowly make their way around your back, offering you support and comfort as you started to feel weaker. A way of saying: “It’s okay, let go if you have to, I’ve got you.”

A sob escaped Newt’s chapped lips as he looked at you. Your eyes slowly turning hazier by the minute. “It’s okay,” you whispered, your fingers gliding over his cheek, savoring the moment you fully got your best friend back. He shook his head. None of this would ever be okay. He would never be okay.

As your knees slowly gave out, Newt’s hand slowly carried your body to the ground. Minho and Tomas’ expression turned from happiness to disbelief and utter sadness as they watched your weakening body fighting for a couple more moments. “It’s not your fault okay.” Your voice spoke softly.

Newt shook his head. It was his fault. This was all his fault, and now he’d have to live with the fact that he killed not only his best friend but the best friend of his brothers as well. “Newt,” Thomas started, laying a hand on his shoulder but Newt was quick to shake it off.

From that moment, things started getting really hazey for you and quickly you drifted off into an endless sleep you wouldn’t wake up from.

Newt cried and shouted and shook your body to no avail. Your breathing slowed down and before he had time to process what was happening, you passed in his arms.

Eventually the crying lessened and all that was left was silence. Silence in the chaos. The warmth of your body started to fade as Newt laid his head on your chest, trying to hold onto every piece of you. Anything he could to savor your touch, your essence, for he knew that was the only thing he’d have of you for the rest of his days.

Newt remembered that moment, as he carved your name into the big stone on the beach at the Safe Haven. The peaceful sound of the waves on the shore offered comfort and the stability of a home they’d only ever dreamed of. Supported by both his brothers on either side of him he looked out at the horizon you so desperately wanted to see again but never got to.

He’d brought you home finally.

#the maze runner imagine #the death cure imagine #thomas imagine #newt imagine #minho imagine #dylan o'brien imagine #ki hong lee imagine #james dashn #thomas x reader #newt x reader #minho x reader #the maze runner angst #tmr imagi #tmr angst #the death cure angst

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bloody-delicious · 5 years

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Hello! Can I ask for a matchup pls? I’m a female, a Pisces. And I love drawing/designing, traveling, and music. I have short black hair with green highlights. I tend to hide my sadness/anxious feelings, I love my family and pets, and I’m a slow-to-warm-up person. I’m also super quiet towards ppl I don’t like/know, but once you get to know me, I will give you my full trust and love. But if u betrayed me, I will pretend you don’t even exist. I also have anxiety. And I’m also kinda curvy/busty.

i match you with bubba sawyer!

•traveling is a beautiful form of escapism. it gifts to us that wonderful breath of freedom, that thrill that races through our veins and beats with our hearts, that richness of the mind that expands our understandings and broadens our horizons. god gave man legs and wheels and wings to explore and embrace the lush earth from which he was created. but there are parts of this world that reject the beauty of the life that surrounds it. there are lands that fester, that spoil, decay, and cannibalize themselves, supporating and thriving in their own wickedness. the hell that we were told of lie not beneath us, but right alongside us. the hell recounted by many is not loud, it is not bold; it sinks into the soil and grows like a deadly fungus, like an intruding weed. it is not death, no, it lives with us, it breathes and matures with us. hell is anywhere one finds it to be. for the inhabitants of La Frontera, hell is the sawyer house. inside, creeps the devil, a crooked smile with crooked teeth and crooked words, his body and his mind as sickly as his business. and the devil is followed by his two bastard sons, hounds of hell that crawl out of the purple shadows of the texan heat and slink into the coolness of the night with bloody fingers and quiet, mad eyes. the house beats with their sin and walks with their red feet and hums with the beat of the leatherface's saw. yes, hell can be found in that old farmhouse on the hill. children dont wander near, they watch from the weeds and scamper off when the sound of the butcher can be heard. no man dares pass by, they take the long way around, they steal a glance at the road to death as they pass by. no birds sing in the trees, no flowers grow. mother nature would not have her children so close to such a lifeless land. but the shepherds lambs will always stray eventually. and the house must eat.

• maybe you ran when the others were too slow. maybe you betrayed another for yourself. maybe you hid under a warm, bloody body. maybe you rose when they fell. maybe you simply found yourself in gods favor. it doesnt matter. those you loved are dead, and you are alive. those you loved are served in front of you, steaming, bubbling, tender, pink, rich. and you must eat the fruit if you wish to live. you are reborn into a godless world, and you will suffer and feel and breathe and survive as sinners do. you will feel the weight of the chains on your body, your skin will shiver and sweat in the palpable darkness and burning heat of the basement, your eyes will see shadows and glints of light and crude sketches of reality. you will hear those who were not as lucky as you. you will hear them plead for your aid, as if you were an angel, sent to relieve them of this pain. you will hear the squelch of flesh as it is hung, the screams that erupt, uncurling from their throats in a display of the horror their bodies have been subjected to. you will feel their tears drop onto your sleeping body when the night comes. you will hear their last breath. you will know that a mortal man cannot claw his way out of the depths of hell.

• persephone lived for the rest of her days in a limbo of love and despair. you saw your loved ones in dreams. you wanted to go with. you wanted to know what it felt like to be happy again. you woke every night and morning with tears so heavy they cut into the flesh. you are beloved by the devil, by the mocking mask of twisted skin, the blood on his hands when he reaches out to just touch, just touch that skin of yours, by his wide eyes peering from the shadows. perhaps love cannot grow in hell, but it can be imitated. it can soothe eternal damnnation, it can hide from sight the wounds of a trauma that can never heal. a curious game you play with him, a tragic play you take part in. to pass the endless time. to distract the mind. to bring hope to the soul. does it matter? he sits beside you in the lowest circle of hell, and it is nice to have company when your very being is ripped so violently apart into nothingness. both of your hands are rough and bloody and bruised. they sometimes hold onto eachother when the night is long, when the flames burn higher, when the pain cuts deeper. he shows to you his life. you have nothing left to show. he brings you gifts of severed flesh and rotting animals. he doesnt know how to comfort you. he instead sits with you in silence. he doesnt know if it is enough. it is all he can do. the dead cannot give to the living anything of beauty, for it can only be found in the old world. but for the two of you, the old world no longer exists, neither of you can reach it with your hands, painted red, stretching towards the sky so desperately. both of you have stopped trying. you cling to what little life is left in each other, you feed on eachothers flesh to stay alive one more day, you scream inside your heads and no longer bother to wipe away the tears that fall down your faces. it is a cruel existence, but it is not without hope. it is not without that urge within you to live, to survive, to rise from the ash. you cannot converse fluently with him, but there is no need. you are now the same disease, the same creatures that rose from satans seed.

• things can get better if you wish. if you learn to love him, he will stay until you both return to the same sadistic earth you came from. both of your lives will never be without pain, but they have a chance to also be with warmth. maybe there is a future to be born in the dimness of that basement. maybe it will seep through the cracks in the walls and throb and beat throughout the house to the rhythm of a decaying heart. maybe it will one day wake in the light of day and feel the sweltering heat and hear the soft breaths beside you and once again reach for that hand that you held onto in the darkness and blood. maybe heaven will cast its light down to the pits of hell one day, even if for just a mere moment. the devils will continue to dance and slaughter and feast, but there is a happiness to be found in this depravity. you may be loved by a man who knows not of warmth and kindness, but of blood and cold, cold metal, but his heart still beats for you. many lives have been lost at his hands, his skin is forever dyed red. but they are gentle with your skin, with your hand when he grasps it, with your hair as you feel yourself being lulled softly into the hazey lavender summer night.

#slasher x reader #bubba sawyer #have to add gif later #no internet here #we got it lads #also this sucks lol #i was trying to make it realistic but it just turned into rambling

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dreamvendors · 3 years

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Launched into Lullabies

concept;; tryna get hazey with it, like I feel like the vocals should be quiety weird like a launch is going on inside your head somehow lol... and loads of space for just overall less vocal-ness.

Did you prep the clouds on the protocol? I know a nimbus that’s nervous.

great, And have you released the baggage yet ?

We’re going for weightless.

Steady the horizons... Ready the heart beat..

All systems go...

Relax! We did it

mm.. effortless

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hopskiswrites-blog · 6 years

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Once Upon... Uh Nevermind

Once Upon... Uh #3

You know how it goes, one dead Drake, three tired and sore "Heroes" and me, Ix picking up the Dragon Ash and patching the crew up. Anyway the rest of our little job went bore fully well. The three old timers complained all the way back to town, I mean yeah they got into a scrape with a Drake but its not like it was a Dragon or anything awe inspiring like that.

"This lifes going to be the death of me" Pedro had been dragging himself down this road for the past two days and it wasnt going to stop anytime soon.

"Old age will probably beat it to the punch I wager"

Pedro squinted his eyes at me and raised his head "And i wager i could kick you into the horizon Ix, all four foot of you"

He's not wrong, it would be pretty easy for anyone to throw me a half decent distance, what with my miniscual frame but Pedro cant walk for five minutes without complaining about those old bones of his, the only thing hes likely to kick is the bucket.

"Okay old boy, lets not get you all worked up" I had a devilish grin on my face, I knew exactly what I was doing and so did he.

"Pixcev shit!" he said as he held his body straight in defiance of my jabs.

"Well youre old so.." I stuck out my tongue and closed my eyes tight, before carrying on sure in my victory at this exchange.

Now the next few minutes are pretty hazey but what I can tell you is how I woke up in a bush roughly 10 metres from the road with an aching rear from what i assume was his attempt to "Kick me into the horizon".

"What the fuck?" I held my rear and climbed to my feet to see everyone sat around in camp.

"I told you id do it" Pedro exclaimed proudly as he hunched over a fire.

"I wouldnt exactly call it to the horizon though" I laughed but every movement made my arse feel like it would fall from my body, worth it though.

I looked around to see what everyone was doing. Misha was curled up inside the bush like a dog kicking around in his sleep, Dee back against a tree was glaring at the far town as if she was hoping to scare it into coming closer, and in the middle was Pedro prodding at the fire with a stick. The fire crackled in the background and coloured everything with an amber glow.

I perched myself up against Pedro by the fire at let out a long sigh "I'm hungry"

"Greetings Hungry, Im Pedro" he whispered, a smile crept onto the corner of his mouth "Hear take this" he handed me what looked like the remains of some poor critter, dried, salted and tasted like a rats arse.

“perfect”.

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olomuodoton · 7 years

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30 random facts about me

I was tagged by @perhaps-trees-and-tea thank you amanda <3 <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 30 people

name: Hilma nickname: Himla, Naakka (jackdaw in english) gender: female star sign: libra height: 155-158cm ?? time: 1:22am birthday: october 4th favourite band: bring me the horizon favourite solo artist: dodie song stuck in my head: dodie - would you be so kind last movie I watched: probs la la land it’s been a hot minute last show I watched: orphan black when did I create my blog: like in 2015?? what do I post: aesthetic stuff and phan/dodie stuff last thing I googled: a translator to translate naakka to english lol do you have other blogs: two side blogs i don’t use, no other main blogs i use do you get asks: sometimes why did you choose this blogname: i just changed my url to hazeydodie, hazey bc i feel hazy often and i can’t frickin spell and dodie bc she’s amazing blogs you are following: 882 followers: 89 favourite colours: forest/army green and black average hours of sleep: usually around 9 lucky number: don’t really have one, used to be 12 instruments: violin what am I wearing: a band t-shirt and shorts how many blankets I sleep with: 1 dream job: graphic desiger or hairdresser dream trip: london or nyc favourite food: sushi or palak paneer (or other indian food nom) nationality: finnish favourite song right now: metallica - moth into flame or dodie - you

I tag: @sadphaniel @philoquence @phandomnoodle @dandelion-dodie @saturnphan @curlyfringe (i broke the rules and didn’t tag 30 people but be free to do this if u wanna or dont if you dont wanna lol)

#perhaps-trees-and-tea #!!!!#tag #ty amanda #<3

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ryssbelle · 6 months

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Another Sky line up!! This one is for those skys who couldnt fit on the page in the last one! they were having a pumpkin soup party!!

this one is also compiled of Linktober Inktober prompts but is a lot more vague than the last since the prompts are in the atmosphere and not the characters!!

Thanks to @minas-linkverse @hazethestrange and @bowl-of-ravioli for creating and letting me draw your amazing little guys!!

close ups will be under the cut!! again

Like what I do? Consider supporting me on Kofi! Or Consider getting a commission!

Feathers Minaslinkverse

Matdas Hazey Horizons

Cloud Lots of Ravios

#my art #linktober #inktober #minaslinkverse #linkverse #hazey horizons #skyward sword #love these guys to bits #honestly minas was the easiest for me to replicate but i think thats cuz the way they do lineart is similar to how i did it in the past #its like similar strokes #louies was easy for me too cuz ive done his art before i just had trouble with the shading cuz i didnt have a ref my own fault #hazes was a bit difficult cuz they have a very specific pen i dont have plus they have a more illustrative style while mine is more bold #and comic like #i love their art and their style and i wanted to make sure it was right so i waited till they woke up and had them help me fix it #and we did #together #love you haze #of course it wont be perfect perfect but we both loved it in the end and i got to spend time with my friend <3 #i also held Nemo hostage #if you're reading this >:]#anyway hope you enjoy!

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theluceya · 7 years

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Tagged by @bettkitten Thank youuu <3

Rules : Write 10 songs you’re currently obsessed with and then tag 10 other blogs. AJR- Weak SIAMÉS- The Wolf Nothing But Thieves- If I get High Nothing But Thieves- Sorry T&Sugah- Sleepless (ft. MVE) Bring Me The Horizon- Hospital For Souls Harry Styles- Sign Of The Times Twenty One Pilots- Truce RM&V - 네시 (4 O'CLOCK) Glass Animals- Hazey CHILL BONUS- E m o t i o n a l T o k y o- ＰＡＩＮ (It’s hard to pick only 10 xD) I tag (you don’t have to do if you don’t want to :D ): @mauschen @konekopon @fishyinmycoffee @itsadarkparadize @classicneohome <3

#10 fav songs rn #i got tagged #thank yoou #<3

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lifegoeshere · 7 years

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INDIE PLAYLIST.

I present you some of my favorite songs- with my favorite lyrics. I highly recommend checking them out :))

INTERPOL- same town, new story “ Then she stood by him when he was down on his knees, she said we're still alive”

TAME IMPALA- Yes I’m changing “ Yes I'm changing, can't stop it now & even if I wanted I wouldn't know how. Another version of myself I think I found, at last”

GLASS ANIMALS- Hazey “ Come back baby don’t you cry, don’t you drain those big blue eyes”

NICK WATERHOUSE- Raina “Oh, you left your wild days behind, but some nights, I see it in your eyes”

POLICA- Lately “If its good its going to stay, its gonna be my only way”

PHANTOGRAM- Howling at the moon “ And if I ever fall asleep I'll turn around and face the sea And if I crucified my dreams to be on your side To see you alive”

DAUGHTER- Love “Oh, nights of loveless love, I hope it made you feel good, knowing how much I adored you.”

ALT- J- Breezeblocks “Please don’t go. I love you so”

STRFKR- Julius “ Picture your body, hearing your voice & fall into your eyes”

OBERHOFER- Earplugs “Can you hear me now? I’ve tried for years to tell you I’m in love”

THE ARCS- Stay in my corner “Stay in my corner babe. I will fight for you if you fight for me too”

CLARA-NOVA- This Side of paradise “With all my tricks I can charm a snake, but could drain its charm out with my eyes closed, except I can’t charm you though”

ARCADE FIRE- Porno “You can cry I wont go, you can scream I wont go, every man that you know, would've ran at the word go”

COCONUT RECORDS- Nighttiming “Cause you've been nighttiming brother it's starting to show, you've got your pleasures all around you, they're all in a row”

HIDDEN CHARMS- Long way down “you look so pretty when you've seen it all”

THE STROKES- under control “don't want to change your mind, I don't want to waste your time.”

COAST MODERN- Hollow Life “Raising all your dreams on the horizon gimme something better than this hollow life.”

COCOROSIE- lemonade “ Lazy days when I said let's go for a ride. We'll sail on Spirit Lake me, my pappy, and his lemonade”

CULTS- You know what I mean “Cause I am afraid of the light. Yeah, you know what I mean”

YEAH YEAH YEAHS- sacrilege “ Fallen for a guy, fell down from the sky”

THE XX- Our song “Well I know all the words to take you apart. You know I know you're hurt, I want to mend your heart”

BROODS- EVERGREEN “ Since we found out that we're invincible We've been living in a dream world”

MATT COSTA- Painted Face “ Far behind is the painted face, but one side leaves and one side waits”

BLACK MOTH SUPER RAINBOW- just for the night remix “I look at you on the edge of the room star right in your eyes. I love the way it illuminates the tragedies inside”

WIDOWSPEAK- gun shy “Lightly, I was on your mind”

TEMPLES- Colours to life “Love, lust, spaces in time bringing colours to life”

IDA MARIA- keep me warm “But I don't wanna play any theater for you, I don't wanna stage a single piece for you”

that’s all for now, ENJOY!

#indie #playlist #indie playlist #interpol #tame impala #the xx #music #PHANTOGRAM #LYRICS

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online4journaling · 4 years

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i’m afraid to love you and not receive the same

i dont want to expect it or live in vain

i just wish i could know or move on already

around my head thoughts spiraling like galaxies

i’m afraid to ask and ruin it

or continue on (see through it)

but be saddened at a discovery i should have accepted

the signs have been there

but are they just stopping

me from loving thee, honestly?

am i ridiculous?

could you really think me as lovely?

even more so, just the one you’d want to see?

i appreciate honesty

it kinda did turn me on

and yet the realness of thoughts

i cannot conquer myself

not that i wish

to use such a strong word

i just can’t continue feeling so caged.

i’ve always ignored any of such thoughts trying to call my name.

i can’t allow the humanoid thoughts that lack substance and vitality.

more than the body can give

it’s only superficiality.

not worth the time of day

or worries under the skin.

of oh could that be? it’s a trap waiting to wear you thin.

only those without weary beings can continue such traject.

do you ever wonder where they came from?

what you could regret?

i dont want to bring up such a thought

as if it;s the only avenue

simply-- i do wish to say these thoughts which occur

without temptation there may be a cure.

i just wish it did not pervade your being

to want such fragile things

i’ll never be good enough

my body aching for heat.

i asked for this life, unconditional love.

in the end ik i asked it would only be sent from above.

i just wish i could believe differently

you’re only a ghost

i feel haunted by myself’

these words, just a cope.

hollow and empty my insides just scream

when will the rafters fall? just sounds obscene

maybe you want me to wallow in misery

maybe you don’t know i couldn’t tell if you were real

maybe the horizon is hazey

but does it have to be farewell?

i want to say i’m sorry for ever giving up

i doubted my sanity

i’ll never forgive myself

and yet wonder *still*

if it ever really was around.

#spilled ink #thought bubbles

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deepseasolace · 7 years

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San Francisco Future Interlude

Fast forward three years to a Hazey Saturday in San Francisco. Marin County and Sonoma valley have been a blaze for the last week. The smoke wafted right the way down the coast to the city. The air quality was apparently the worst its ever been. The media ensuring the news emphasized this point, blowing it way out of proportion as per. People walked to work and in the Bart stations with masks covering their mouths. Even San Francisco was feeling the fire.

“Hey, look at the sun”, a girl with a dark bob pointed across the road over the buildings. She looked in the direction and saw a blazing pink circle in the sky, “Oh wow, its pink”. As the sun went down it got pinker as it neared the flaming horizon. Dark bob girl didn’t stop walking and passed straight by without another word. She stood for a while analyzing the sun and its new color. Cars passed by in the street, a cyclist and some walkers. “They should really check this out” she thought, and then turned and carried on walking towards Rainbow Collective.

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poshfruit · 7 years

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Hazey #horizon, everything in its place, in #perspective! #FavouriteDay #vista #outofthecity #spacetobreathe #firenze #inspiration x (at Piazzale Michelangelo)

#outofthecity #perspective #firenze #spacetobreathe #vista #horizon #inspiration #favouriteday

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jenngrover · 7 years

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Camping at Monument Valley

I was fortunate enough to be able to spend about three and a half months in my T@b last summer. I spent my time, primarily in Colorado, although I did spend a little over three weeks on vacation in Colorado, Utah, and Arizona. Before vacation, I worked during the week, and spent evenings and weekends hiking and exploring the high Rockies. I learned a lot of things and I thought it might be worthwhile to share them. Some are things I sort of knew, but my experience confirmed and some were things that made me go, “Hmmm.” I hope you benefit from my experience! Originally, I had one massive long post, but I realized, nobody likes everything crammed into one post, I know I don’t.

This first post will deal with the role of planning in my trip. I am, arguably, a little over the top when it comes to planning. Yet, I never regret the planning I have done, once I embark. This summer was no different. You will find my planning permeated throughout the other posts, but this posts deals with how I went about my planning and what I learned from it.

Location

Where can I go that is scenic, that I can boondock, that is accessible for my T@b, that has good Verizon 4G.

What will my back-up plan be if my planned site is unavailable?

What happens if the cellular network goes down? What do I do in an emergency?

Where are the local NWS offices? What counties and which ranger districts will I visit?

Where can I seek medical help, if necessary?

Where are the closest Walmarts and Targets?

What are the fire conditions? I don’t burn a fire, but others do and many fires are started by lightning. which could put me and Rocky at risk if a wildfire breaks out.

As a result of my research, I had some beautiful campsites this summer. Better than you can get in most campgrounds, and for free! There are numerous websites out there that will show you how to find free campsites (I like Campendium), but in general, look at the websites for your local ranger districts and determine if “dispersed camping” is available. These are established sites that generally have a driveway (dirt) and often a fire ring (where someone else has stacked rocks in a ring.) If you stop a the ranger stations, many rangers will give you some advice, too. Most FS districts require you camp at an established campsite. Don’t build another fire ring – use the established one.

One ugly reality that I encountered is the growing number of people who are intentionally transient and the manner in which they abuse dispersed camping. Please leave your campsite better than you found it! Many places are ceasing dispersed camping because of the trash left behind by inconsiderate campers. A wildfire near Boulder, CO was attributed to this type of situation early last summer.

Many places allow you to stay for up to 14 days, but it can vary, so please be sure to find out before you go, how long you can stay and follow those rules.

Location planning also helps you know what your options are if your plans fall through. While on vacation with my sister-in-law, we learned a wildfire had sprung up at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Instead of boondocking, we opted for a Forest Service CG, just outside of the park. I knew that is was an option from my research. We pulled up and had our choice from a few open spots, which was pretty good considering it was late on a Sunday in July. I knew that it would be cool enough to be able to leave Rocky behind at this campsite and we are far enough from the fire to not suffer from poor air quality.

Connectivity

As I mentioned earlier, connectivity is a must for me. I need both phone and data and rely on 4G. My set up worked fairly well. I learned that many places would have strong connectivity in the morning but that it would fluctuate throughout the day and that by afternoon, I needed to connect to my booster. I was using my window mount, this summer. I like it because it is easy to use when the weather is bad or when I am trying to be discreet while overnight parking at Walmart. I received this antenna for Christmas and can’t wait to try it. It’s a Omni-directional antenna. I will plan on using that at spots where I get pretty good signal but want to take it up a notch or when I am making a quick stop. I will also likely pick up this directional antenna.

A directional antenna is a little more work to dial in – you have to know where to point it, but there are apps for that and from what I have read, I think it will be worth it.

Solar/Battery

Keep all of my gear and gadgets juiced up is a big deal. I also like to be able to run the fan without worry and watch a little TV at night. That meant I had to know how much I could do with the battery that I had. I found that I planned well, in this area. We had a stretch of about three days where it was cloudy. My battery and the little solar I did get through the clouds kept me humming! If you want to learn more about my solar set up and battery set-up, here are a few links:

Solar for Long Term Boondocking

Big Data for a Tiny Trailer: Installing the Victron 700-BMV

Guilty as Charged: Battery Use & Management Part 1

Guilty as Charged: Battery Use & Management Part 2

Beating the Heat and the Crowds

While on vacation, we face extreme heat and the record-setting crowds that celebrated the National Park Service’s Centennial. While at Zion, we headed up to the Kolob Terrace road. This took us to higher elevations and very few tourists. There are some amazing sights to see. We learned that the T@b a/c can’t keep up with the 100+ degree temps, very well, so Rocky was able to join us while we drove the road. When we were at Bryce Canyon, we took advantage of the opportunity to visit the amazing landscape of the Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument and toured Cottonwood Canyon Road and the old Pariah town site. When we were in Moab, we drove up to the Sand Flats recreation area and observed the stunning views from the Porcupine Rim, that overlook Castle Valley and the edge of Arches National Park. In Canyonlands, we took an early morning hike to False Kiva, a site that you won’t find in a NPS brochure, because it is a Class II archeological site. all of these areas lead to fewer crowds an in many cases, cooler temperatures. Planning gave us a lot of relief this summer.

It’s not just preference, it’s safety

Some people like to “fly by the seat of their pants.” I am not one of them. But, I don’t just view preparation as a preference, I view it as a responsibility because of the safety implications. When you put yourself at risk, you inherently put others, like emergency personnel at risk, when they need to help you. I take my planning seriously and I hope you will, too. When I first started planning my trips west, I knew little about the nature and danger of flash flooding in the west. I am now keenly aware. We don’t have many wildfires in my part of the country, but I make sure I am aware when I travel. In some part of the country you might have tornados, or other hazards. Be aware both for your safety, but also so that you can enjoy a trip when things don’t go as planned.

Here are some photos from ,y summer adventures:

The sun breaks the crest of the horizon over thhe Grand Staircase, illuminating the Bryce ampitheater in Bryce Canyon National Park.

A tiny opening created a window of time for the sunrise to sneak through the thick blanket of cloud cover and create a brillinat sunrise with bold colors behind the La Sal Mountains in the distance. The color creeped across the sky bringing alittle pink and purple to the skies above Mesa Arch for just a moment, before the light was swallowed up by the clouds, again.

Stormy, spring skies create dramatic lighting over Cottonwood Pass

The sun rises behind the iconic Mittens of Monument Valley.

The skies were filled with color above Crystal Lake, for a moment before sunrise before the clouds won the battle.

I was busy looking ont he ground for an interesting shot, when by chance, I gazed up to check the weather and became enthralled with the circle of trees above my head.

Historic Twin Lakes, CO sits in the shadows of Rinker Peak and Mt. Elbert, the highest peak in the Rocky Mountains in North America.

The sun starts to warm the peaks along the Contiental Divide above Lost Lake.

The June full moon rises above the Collegiate Peaks as viewed from Independnece Pass.

The morning fog lifts as the first light hits Crested Butte

Stumps, found along the Clinton Gulch Reservoir

Looking east from atop Cottonwood Pass.

The last light of day bathes Jones Mountain North.

Clinton Peak and Wheeler Mountain frame this lovely reservoir, high in the Rocky Mountains.

Perfectly still waters reflect the towering mountains on Emerald Lake.

Clouds and color highlight the first light over the peaks that tower above Twin Lakes.

The peaks of the Dallas Divide feel like old friends to me and I always feel as though I am in good company after spending time with them.

The sun slips below the range in the distance as the sky turns a delightful shade of cotton candy pink on a cool summer evening,.

Sunset, looking west from atop Cottonwood Pass

Wildfire smoke creates a hazey sunset at Zion National Park’s Watchman.

The last light of the day strikes the iconic Mittens of Monument Valley.

When the clouds stole the golden hour light, I decided to make a monochrome image with the perfect reflection and dramatic clouds.

Lessons Learned: Why Planning matters I was fortunate enough to be able to spend about three and a half months in my T@b last summer.

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