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darkhistoried:

“it’s safer than where i come from.” which really isn’t helpful to the other. “it seems safe enough. i don’t think there’s anything serious to worry about.”

He exhales, slightly relieved. “That’s good, thank you. I just don’t trust new places, y’know?”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #darkhistoried #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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anothermvnster:

“we don’t need to talk about it,” she bit down on her lip. it was obvious it was upsetting to them both. “don’t.. don’t worry about that, okay? we’re together now.” she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “i don’t know if we can really hide out, but i got a place we can stay. i’ve been here for a few weeks. got a job and an apartment next to beth’s.” she nodded her head, moving to pick up judith before she gestured for him to follow her. “it’s small, but it’s got plenty of room for the three of us. well, four, for now anyway.” they were all so domesticated now, and part of her hated it, but it was what they needed to do. maggie needed to provide for her son. “i missed you.” she sniffled, smiling sadly over at him. “and i love you.”

“Okay. I’m glad there’s somewhere for us to stay, at least. Close to family.” He smiles, ever so slightly. Things feel... off between them. After everything. That’s how he sees it, anyways. He assumes he’s just overthinking. As usual. He nods, following Maggie. “You’re watching Judith for now, I take it?” He asks, just to be sure. He loved Rick’s family, so it didn’t bother him at all. “I missed you too.” He holds Hershel close. “And I love you, too. We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #anothermvnster #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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thebctrayer:

(¸.• ♛ → “I will be fine, is not like I can die again” She muttered, standing up but at the end nodding at his offer of the hospital just maybe to have something from the headache “I’m Teresa”

“You’ve died before?” Maybe he was meant to meet this woman. Because he had died before, too. “Do... do you remember it?” He struggled to recollect his own death. It bothered him now, but it might’ve been for the best. “Name’s Glenn.” He gives a slight smile, and motions for her to follow him as he begins walking. “I, uh... I died, too. But it’s not very clear to me. My wife knows more about it than I do. And I don’t want to ask her about it.”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #thebctrayer #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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thechvsenone:

(¸.• ♛ → “Pure vodka” She said with a small smile looking at him “I guess so but is not bad to just go there for a drink or two, is not like you are going to be drunk right away”

“Pure vodka? Jeez,” He laughs. “A couple of drinks might do me some good, actually.”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #thechvsenone #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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hvrdtimes:

‘ yeah, like a king. ’ she said. ‘ except like, it’s more of a collective of people either voted in or chosen. ’ she explained. ‘ they sell hot drinks. ’

“Chosen? That would’ve made things much easier, where I’m from. We never got to choose who was in charge.” She sighs. “You got to rule based on your birthright.” Sansa wonders who would’ve have sat on the Iron Throne, if that was the case. “What kind of hot drinks? I’m not familiar with very many.”

#ˢˢ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #hvrdtimes #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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angvlicblood:

(¸.• ♛ → “I guess that can happen to the best of us” She muttered almost in a joking tone.

“What were you thinking?”

#ˢˢ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #angvlicblood #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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piratecaptcinjack

“To each their own. More rum for me then,” Jack simply stated before taking another sip. “And, aye. The Black Pearl. Best dam ship that is sailing the Seven Seas! I only need to find it!”

Glenn couldn’t help but laugh at the other man’s seemingly humorous nature. “You must be a big fan of it.” He, on the other hand, didn’t drink much. Not after getting way too drunk and having the world’s worst hangover. “How’d you manage to lose a ship, dude?”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #piratecaptcinjack #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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thalasscphiile:

‘ if you were to be paying attention we would not have bumped into each other, ’ eyes rolling as he crossed his arms, blinking a couple of times. ‘ kill me ?? no. it might fucking burn me, though !? i really couldn’t use a damn burn on my torso, ’ alec sighed as he tried to clean his shirt desperately, soon enough considering it as an impossibility.

“Pretty sure I was paying attention.” Despite this, Glenn didn’t want to have any bad blood with anyone. He wanted to remain neutral, be liked amongst the community. A sigh. “Sorry, man. Let me buy you another coffee.”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #thalasscphiile

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* ¦ SOPHIE TURNER+ SANSA STARK, you have finally arrived. Tell me, did you JUMP on your way here? Ohh, I see, I think you come from GAME OF THRONES, isn’t that right? It’s nice to know that you have a PERSONALITY GLITCH.

HELLO, your name is?

Character’s name: ( Sansa Stark. )

HAVE YOU, had your personality glitched, or is it all intact?

My personality is: ( glitched. )

WHAT HAS, changed about you?

I have: ( slight memory loss and dress differently. )

HAVE YOU, got a job in this town?

I am: ( unemployed. )

WILL YOU, attempt to leave?

I will: ( not try to escape. )

IS THERE, anything else you want to tell me?

( Her unnecessary story line with Ramsay will not be written into my portrayal of her character. Sansa’s memory loss isn’t going to be easy to spot, in fact, she’ll seem practically the same as she was before. Her dressing differently will be to fit in with everyone else. )

#ˢˢ: ᵐᵘˢⁱⁿᵍˢ. #cursedwintro

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A concerned look forms on her features. “Cursed?” She wasn’t surprised she’d somehow ended up on a cursed island. But she wanted to know just why it was cursed. “Cursed how?”

Giving a small nod of appreciation of the fact that she shared her slips up also, she then moved to a sigh slipping out from between her lips. “No one knows anything, we only know it’s a cursed island” She murmured, looking out to the surroundings with a wistful wish for the peace of home.

#ˢˢ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #ichoosetoseethebeauty #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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He raises his eyebrows. “Other people, or other islands?” He pauses. “There’s definitely other people here. “Tons of them. And they’re all different. I don’t know how but... they’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Are there others?” she asked, she was a bit nervous.

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #txnkcrbcll #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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risingsvns:

“ thank you ! ” jackie said , giving a mock curtsey at the other . her eyes trailed off of their face , looking at the bright red hair that made her miss donna . she hadn’t noticed that the smile had left her face until then , quickly recovering the laughed , flipping a piece of hair behind her shoulder . “ are you shopping ? let me help ! you’re like , gorgeous , it must be so easy to find stuff ! ”

The other girl’s friendly nature causes Sansa to smile, suddenly feeling calmer about being in such a strange place. “Shopping? I’ve never... I don’t know what that is--” She admits, almost shamefully. Being here made her feel slightly stupid, as people were often saying things she didn’t understand. “Thank you. You are quite beautiful, yourself.”

#ˢˢ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #risingsvns #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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darkhistoried:

that’s enough to make vic glance up, eyes narrowed with slight curiosity. “what did you want then?”

“I was just wondering what you know about this place,” Glenn says nonchalantly. “Is it safe? Do you know?”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #darkhistoried #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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“I don’t know where we are,” Sansa shrugs her shoulders. “It reminds me of the Iron Islands, though I’ve never seen them with my own eyes.” 

(¸.• ♛ → Her back was hurting like hell and now she was in this place, it was just horrible. A sigh escaped from her lips “Hey, you” Drizella called the nearest person “Where the hell are we? You know why we are here?”

#ˢˢ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #notapcwn #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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“Your mother sent you here?”

‘ i beg my mom for months to send me back to riverdale — only to wake up in a totally random fuckin’ town. but as they say, life ain’t fair. ’

#ˢˢ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #hvrdtimes #qᵘᵉᵘᵉ.

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anothermvnster:

“remember what negan did,” she wasn’t sure if she could talk about that night without crying, again. she’d completely broken down when talking about it and her sister’s death with beth. “if rick and the others ain’t here, they’ve got to be home.” she sighed. “i don’t feel all that safe with him here, glenn. i’m worried ‘bout the safety of our family and friends with him around. glenn, i.. i can’t lose you again.” her eyes fell to the ground, her brows furrowed together. “he looks like you, but beth says he’s got daddy’s cheeks.”

“...Kind of.” He sighs, a frown forming on his lips. “I remember trying to talk to you, Maggie. But, I just couldn’t get out the words--” He’d tried as hard as he could. Maybe they shouldn’t have talked about it, not until it all came back to him. “They might be safer at home.” His thoughts were full of ‘maybe’s’. Like maybe all the walkers were gone back home, too. If that was the case, he’d rather be there. “You’re not gonna lose me.” He’s speaking to her, but is more focused on the baby. Staring down at little Hershel, wanting to keep him safe more than anything. “He does kinda look like your dad. And he should.” Sighing again, Glenn isn’t sure of what to do. From what he knew, they couldn’t leave. But they had to find a way to stay safe. “I think we should hide out.”

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #anothermvnster

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Glenn rolls his eyes at this guy’s words, knowing he wasn’t the one in the wrong. He was watching where this dude was going, expecting him to get out of the way. “Unlike you, I was actually paying attention.” He scoffs. “Chill out. It’s just coffee. Not gonna kill you.”

currently focussing on following after someone, a hot coffee in his hand as he walked into someone, spilling all his coffee over himself which got him boiling pretty damn fast.  ‘ well aren’t you a fucking waste of two billion years of evolution !? ’  unfortunately kindness wasn’t one of his biggest skills, especially now he really hated to have strangers in his aura. looking down at the coffee stains on his shirt, how dare he wear something else as black for once !?  brown eyes rolling, annoyance on his face clearer as ever.

#ᵍʳ: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. #thalasscphiile