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peacefulapostle‌.

         ❝ i’m glad you found me when you did  ,  doctor ,  but i cannot stay  … ❞ his ribs are bandaged and he knows that his leg is more worse for wear than it already was but his responsibilities don’t stop because of injuries  .  he could use more rest and he knows that but its a long trip back since he was dragged to this place … wherever it is  .  it makes him a little nervous not knowing where he is , but he’ll figure it out with help  . ❝  i should have never left the confines of my community , but things were getting a bit desperate  .  i do appreciate your kindness  .  ❞

Siddiq listens to his patient as he takes a few steps back to give him a measuring look. He’ll be okay. But there’s rest that’s needed before he’s going to be any good for himself with that leg injury. Both brows shoot up when Paul mentions that he should be going just as he was about to tell him he’s more than welcome to stick around until he’s better. Not that he’s going to have much choice. Until he’s healed up some? He doesn’t give the stranger more than making it down one street before the pain gets too much and he’s got to stop. “You’re welcome,” a frown, “desperate? Are there people that need help? Because.. I’m sorry. I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere until you rest up. Just a bit, at least?”

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thathijodeputa‌.

          suddenly breathing was unnecessary. it must’ve been, because she was sure she hadn’t taken a breath in what seemed like hours, yet she’d never felt so A L I V E. her hands gently raised to wrap around his wrists. OKAY––– she could feel him. it was real. not another dream or a hallucination, it was him. she squeezed, almost as reassurance, and it’s exactly what she got. 

          a soft coo coming from the crib whipped her back into reality. her body suddenly returning to reality and causing a deep breath well overdue. though her lips left his, she remained c l o s e. senses focused on their daughter–––– SAFE. she was just readjusting a little, hopefully dreaming of everything good in the world. realizing her hands were still squeezing tightly, her attention snapped back to siddiq. ‘ i’m sorry, i–– ’ head shook, unable to make eye contact. her hands loosened their grip but were still not letting go. 

         breaking the silence was a mistake. her mind could now race, and she suddenly felt STUPID. they had something good. they were doing great co-parenting, they were great friends, what they had was GOOD. and she felt stupid for risking it even with just a kiss. ‘ shit. ’

Spellbound. Siddiq knew the second their lips met that was what he’d become. Cause he always did. She had that power about her. To draw him in and keep him there regardless of where or when or HOW.  He could feel his chest fill with warmth. Cheeks and nose? Yeah. Those, too. It’d be close to embarrassing for her to notice but none of that mattered when he could feel her breath on his cheeks and felt the press of her mouth against his. Her grabbing his wrists? That was more than okay. 

Rosita could hold onto him no matter how long or tie she needed. Her touch made this real for the both of them. His dreams, when they were GOOD, often lead him here. Standing with the one person who could tread through the muck and mud inside his head and wiped it clean for a little while. Even in nightmarish sleep. A COO. Her lips were gone, his eyes were still closed for a moment before he cracked them open and saw her looking towards their daughter. His body instantly feels like it weighs a ton when she snaps her attention back to him. Baited breath. He waited to see what she would do once the GRAVITY of what just happened sank in for them both.

Her grip didn’t drop but it faded, his eyes softened along. Siddiq cracks a small smile, his heart between a rock and a twisting hard place. MAKE IT BETTER. Instinct kicks in. He swings their hands a little and rolls his lips in between his teeth trying to think of just the right thing to say. Ends up blurting out, “You should probably work on your flattery skills if that’s what that was supposed to be. Cause...” His nose scrunches. “Shit? Only works when you’re doing that knee-wobbly thing.” How was that ANY improvement??”

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hey there! you’ve been visited by the bear of encouragement, here to tell you that you’re doing amazingly, your writing is fantastic, and cheering you on to keep up the good work! xoxo

// there’s a level of warm hearted, gross sobbing to an embarrassing level that comes with this. lucky me? only my dogs get to witness my awwwwwwwwwwwww moment in person! i gotta say?? thank you so much!!! and thank you so much for doing what you do?? being a bright light, especially in this time of crisis, is something that makes that person just..utterly amazing. 

you deserve so many good things. i wish you so much happiness and all the health and safety the universe can give you. cause people like you? seriously need protecting. 

much love!!!-dixon

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                DON’T underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for the people I love.

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touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

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My mercy prevails over my wrath.

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bullshit. bullshit. you have to pull through. you have to fight it for coco, me and everyone else who loves you. and you can. you will, because you are not alone and you’re the smartest person i know. except me of course

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heforges‌.

#siddiq is such a cute bean he’d probs ask carl to be godfather

@healsiick​  /  @thathijodeputa​

aw hell yeah

i.c.b. how this is canon and actually happened. carl and his flock of kids. his own lil army of godchildren. 

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Rosita takes his gravity and flips it upside down every time he sees her. It’s a feeling he swore off when they first began what they started. That pull in his body that has him happy to be wooshed! into her orbit. When it’s the three of them? It turns heavy to impossible. Something he knew long before JUST FRIENDS became so much more for him. And her. He’s not blind or stupid. Okay, scratch the second part. He was DAMN stupid not to speak up forever ago. Tongue tied. Twisted. Idiotic. And he pays the price in moments where that gravity tugs him down and he can feel her warmth so close that it digs in so deep..words come out that shouldn’t.

She catches him. Round eyed and dumbfounded at the words that came out of his mouth. AND HERS. Of course he’d expect something like that. If he was smart. But..proof positive his suspicion that he isn’t is made clear right here. Because he doesn’t roll his eyes and shrug it off. Dark brown gaze shifts from her to THEIR baby and back and, for a split second, a pained expression shoves eyebrows together but that’s gone. Smoothed out and WAITING as his hands cup her cheeks and he steps into her. Lips hover. A breath of hesitation. His heart bursts at the seams when he blots out the view of her mouth with eyelids that close. Their lips meet and his whole world turns upside down.

@thathijodeputa​​ : continued from here.

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thathijodeputa‌.

i had to pause planting tulips and assessing fossils because @healsiick is out here ATTACKING ME with ALL. THE. FEELS. ic and ooc. how do i mail my whole physical heart

// you say this as if i am supposed to be sorry but guess what?!?! I AIN’T!! also, pls make sure to add a sign for receiving on that box so i make sure i get it. cause i’ma keep it forever and not give it back. i don’t make the rules.

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we  went  down  into  the  silent  garden  .  dawn  is  the  time  when  nothing breathes  ,  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓  𝒐𝒇  𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆   .  everything  is  transfixed  ,  only  the  light  moves.        independent  connie  roleplay  account  from  amc’s  the  walking  dead  .  tv  serise  based  .  loved  by  jessica  .  she/her  .

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@savedpeople​  || awkward situations meme || ✥ - your muse tripped and has now tackled my muse, pinning them to the floor. //forgive me (no because this is awesome and i REFUSE! lolol!!)

Siddiq hunched in front of the fireplace, half in and half out of the mess that was being made on the stone flooring underneath himself. Mucked up and dirty, he crawled in further blowing a strand of hair back out of his eyes in his attempt to finish the job of clearing out another mess and helping repair the ones that were broken last winter. It’s a change of pace from the clinic and exactly what he needs. To work and struggle with something that’s not a life or death situation. His nerves were more at peace the busier he kept himself.

And cleaning then repairing a chimney was about as much of a distraction he could get.

He didn’t hear the door and expected no one since the house wasn’t in use. When he needed a broom and dustpan, he crawled backwards towards away from the hole he’d practically been hidden in and that’s when he heard the steps scrambling to a halt.  PANIC, he froze for a split second at the noise. Right before his head jerked up after an initial flinch and he saw the shadow of SOMEONE about to come down on him. The turn he spun himself around by in hopes of catching them or bracing himself? Only ended up with NEGAN landing directly on top of him. Air rushed out of his lungs in one breath and soot went everywhere.

Wide eyed and with his mouth hanging open, he stared up at the other scrambling for words and all that came out was. “S--!  A-Are you okay?” Not that Negan shouldn’t be in here. Not that he was sorry for tripping the man. Just..are you okay?

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thathijodeputa‌.

healsiick replied to your post “hi my offer still stands i will pay in simoleons or bells to anyone…”

may i pls have this in cash?

of course!!!!

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i could d i e. i used to think that, if it happened, it happened. 

but now that would make coco an orphan. 

                                                                          and i cannot die.  ❞

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Siddiq doesn’t mind being her pillow. He’d volunteer for it on a nightly basis if someone else wasn’t normally in the spot he’s settled in temporarily. Moments like this? Where he can sit here and feel her breathing calm and steadily against him while soaking up the presence of their baby girl snoozing away? Their breath in unison and the warmth in the room something he swears he can reach out and touch and hold onto? They’re worth EVERYTHING to him. Because they come from nothing but love and hope and they were everything he nearly had torn away from him in the most brutal way possible. When she stirs, he moves with her and lets her tune into her surroundings before dipping his nose against the crown of her head.

“Sleep? Who said I wanted to sleep?” The circles under his eyes but whatever. “I’m enjoying my break..” He blinks curling slightly more into her. “You slept pretty hard. Bout time..”

@thathijodeputa​ : continued from here. 

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@honorthedead​ || awkward situations meme || ☆ – your muse spills on my muse, and now has to give them their shirt to keep warm.

“No. I’m insisting and you have to listen. Doctor’s orders? What if I say that? Then there shouldn’t be any arguing back.” Round, dark eyes glanced towards Glenn from their corners as he watched the man try and push his shirt back towards him. “I’m fine. Besides...it’s not that bad out.” Who were they kidding? It was freezing. But Glenn being sopping wet? That was his fault. When a bucket they’d been collecting water in for their run slipped from his hands and Glenn went to catch it? The failure wasn’t on his companion. It was on him for sending it flying out of his hands thanks to a slip of his shoes in the mud and a not-so-tight grip.

They had to camp, head out in the morning. Siddiq was sure he could find a blanket or something to use somewhere. Until then? His shirt was in Glenn’s lap and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Kneeling and rooting through the bags, the doctor looks over his shoulder and lifts both brows expectantly. “I insist. For the second--third time.” Gaze pointedly moves from Glenn’s eyes to his lap and back before his expression opens up even more. 

Best put that shirt on, Glenn.