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                 this is overdue and extremely necessary considering the ( turn of events ) in my life recently. i’ll be placing the important information below the cut so that it does not clutter anyone’s dashboards and will be REBLOGGED on all blogs that are currently up and running. if we write together on any blog, please take a moment to read over this.

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          heavily weighted exhaustion pulls at her  eyelids as she              desperately struggles to  keep  them  open; it had been days since she’d              last had a restful night. but she  pushed  through  while blue hues intently              keep their focus on the back of his head as she follows close behind him.              anna  was  thankful  to be out of the place that had haunted her for weeks,              forced to witness them  pick  off her group one by one in order to feed off              of them. those people were no  better  than  the  walkers  they  fought  so              hard  to  keep  away  from. but that place had made it far more difficult to              trust, even those who had taken their time to save her. 

             their  escape  had  lead them to the woods and in the distance you could              hear  the  low,  throaty  growls  of  the  undead and the screams of those              being treated like the tortured souls they’d  kept captive within their own              walls. it had always been in anna’s nature  to  be  independent  and  that              urge grew with each step she took behind the lead of a stranger. 

                                                         ❛  where are we goin’? i think                                                                    i got a right ta know. ❜

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             holy moly has it been a while since anna has been in my life. i miss her a lot              and after talking to my boo  ( talktorickgrimes )  i’ve decided to start getting              on her blog a lot more. so this is  an  official  plotting call because i need to              plot some  stuff  instead  of  throwing  out  random  starters.  mutuals  only              though   please   and   thank    you.    i   need   more   things   on   her   tbh.

                                              like for a starter

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daughter sentence memes

"I want you so much, but I hate your guts."

"I hate you."

"Thought you said you didn't feel pain."

"She ran out in the woods."

"I pray a lot for you."

"I look out for you."

"I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark."

"You're too old to be so shy."

"Cause we both know I'll never be your lover."

"Please just blow out all the candles."

"You're nothing."

"I think I should be a little more confident."

"Take me home."

"I won't say a word but I think he knows."

"You've got a second chance."

"You could go home."

"You've got a warm heart."

"You told me so many times."

"I know you regret it."

"He's the only one that I've ever loved."

"Did she make your heart beat faster than I could?"

"Did she give you what you hoped for?"

"You don't open up."

"Your kisses are not what I wanted."

"All I really need is you to comfort me."

"We're too similar."

"Now we're strangers."

"I'm sorry if I smothered you."

"Clean up the dead you leave behind."

"Don't bring tomorrow."

"I'll lose you."

"I think I'm dying."

"I'll escape with him."

"I thought it would be fun."

"Please don't ask me to."

"I see the way you look at her."

"I think we should run."

"I won't tell my mother, it's better she doesn't know."

"Will you stay with me?"

"I don't wanna be alone."

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mr. and mrs. smith - sentence meme pt. 1

“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” "I never told you, but I was married once before." "It was just a drunken Vegas thing." "Oh, that’s better. That’s much better." "Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet." "Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something." "Don’t tell me how to handle my wife." "Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch." "Guess that was just wishful thinking." "Still alive, baby?" "We have an unusual problem here." "You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being." "Dance with me." "It was just my cover, sweetheart." "Wait, why do I get the girl gun?" "It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart!" "Hiya, stranger." "You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn!" "Oh, I must have missed that lesson. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy!" "If you don’t like them we can take them back." "You’ll get used to them." "That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?" "Damn, I wanted him." "These fuckers get younger every year." "Any last words?" "The new curtains are hideous." "I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey." "I have a thoery, newly developed." "I’m think you killed us." "Why do you care? I was just a cover." "Who says you were just a cover?" "Ask us the sex question." "Oh, look. More desert." "Web of lies!" "I missed you." "That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today." "Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb." "Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry!" "What’s new?" "My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan." "Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?" "I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding." "Sweetheart…?" "You want it? It’s yours." "There’s a huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything we don’t say to each other." "Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is…you die." "Can I have a soda or a juice or…" "Ok, that was a nice shot." "What? You’re looking for a job or something?" "You are the job." "They’re bulletproof!" "We’ll talk about this later." "You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?" "You really expect me to roll over and play dead?" "Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage." "Come to daddy." "Who’s your daddy now?" "We should so not be allowed to buy these." "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?" "Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars." "I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues." "That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part." "Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message." "Mistake on your part." "Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map."

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             holy moly has it been a while since anna has been in my life. i miss her a lot              and after talking to my boo  ( talktorickgrimes )  i’ve decided to start getting              on her blog a lot more. so this is  an  official  plotting call because i need to              plot some  stuff  instead  of  throwing  out  random  starters.  mutuals  only              though   please   and   thank    you.    i   need   more   things   on   her   tbh.

                                              like for a starter

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        his friendly banter is taken with caution  as blue hues            continue to stay fixated on his  gaze,  brows furrowing closer together.            moments  ago  they  all  had  weapons  drawn  and  anna  had silently            been calculating how she  might  be  able  to make it out of this mess            and now he had a smile on his face. her eyes flicker around the room,            scanning   the   faces   of   those    that   surrounded   her   seeing   an            unwelcoming gaze on almost every face she meets  --  except for his. 

                                                             ❛ wouldn't i have called for numbers if i had 'em?                                                                                                                i'm fuckin' alone. ❜

He lets out a small sigh of relief, really not looking for any opportunities for violence. As the woman lowers her gun, Rick does the same, placing it back into his holster — hand resting casually on the hilt just in case. “There,” he says simply, eyebrows raised up slightly, “see? No one needs to shoot anyone here today,” he adds with a small smile tugging at a corner of his mouth. He can appreciate the woman’s survival skills; she must be strong to be out here on her own — sure, there’s likely more to the story, but she certainly seems like the tough type. “You just out here on your own?” He figures he may as well clarify, just to clear the risk of any group she may be with lingering close by. 

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         blue hues stare him down as anger slowly begins to             take hold and  flicker  behind  the  colors.  he  seems adamant on             keeping his weapon aimed at  her,  and  anna can't entirely blame             him. people tended  to  be  more  dangerous in this world than the             walking  dead  that  surrounded   them.   a  hushed  sigh  escapes             through her lips as she drops her  gaze  to the floor for a moment             before lifting it back up to meet his. 

                                                              ❛ if i wasn't alone, ya think whoever i                                                                                     was with would'a let you sit here for                                                                                     this long with a gun pointed at me? ❜

                        ❛ i don’t think you want                                       to find out. ❜

         no, no, ira does stand firm; don’t get him wrong. his eyes          are ablaze with an integral fury, as they have always been,          &  though there is a jar on his hands, it might be solely to          the fact that he is still wounded from WITHDRAWAL. then          again, ira definitely would prefer not to piss this woman off.          she seems to understand her own strength in a far more          refined way than he.

                     ❛ ———— are you alone? ❜

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75 the last of us inspired starters

tw: death implied, violence implied, probably guns and gore, just potentially really sad stuff ok like send/read with caution

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He hardly hears the words at first, having been enjoying the comfortable silence that’s stretched between them for a few minutes now. He almost felt as though he were drifting somewhere between sleep and consciousness when Anna started to speak. His brows knit together in confusion almost as the words begin to actually register. "What d’ya mean by that?" He looks at her, sitting up a little to see her better, her head still resting comfortably against his chest. He knows this could be going down a path he’s not sure he’s ready for, but his reply is meant to reflect some  kind of openness to giving it a try. He isn’t sure what to really say — if she means to go back in time…well, he was married then, had a family; he’s not so sure he can give her the honest answer she wants to hear, but in his mind? None of that matters. The fact is that they can’t go back. The fact is that they’re here now and that’s what matters.

         immediately she finds herself regretting  ever saying anything             in the first place. a  fleeting  moment  of  sentiment  had forced the words from             her lips without even a moment of thought.  silence  hangs  once more around             them,  heavier  than  before  and  she  knows  that  it  is  by  her  own careless             tongue and a brief moment of  weakness.  anna's  heart  skips a beat inside of             her chest as she slowly shuts  her  eyes,  leaving her head resting against his             chest. she can hear his own  heart  beating  from  within and the unsteadiness             of it's rhythm  gives  anna  the  notion  that  she  had  asked  a question far too             soon. their lives before all  of  this  didn't  matter  and  it  was uncharacteristic             of her to think about the could have been's in a life lost to decaying carcasses. 

            blue hues lift to meet his gaze, making sure  to  stay  quiet  for just a moment             with lips flattened into a straight line  as  she  studied  his face. there were so             many things kept from  one  another;  she  could  see  it  in  his eyes and she             knew that he could see it in hers but  up until this point  --  neither had tried to             pry. so why had she? a soft intake of breath  slips into her nostrils as a slight             smile appears on her face --  forced and unconvincing  --  as she shakes her             head.

                                         ❛ nothin', just forget i said anythin'. ❜

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          her jaw muscles tighten as she   stares  in  his  general              direction, hoping that the  daggers  she  throws  are getting her point              across. anna didn't  fair  well  when  it  came  to  people,  especially              now in a word gone to shit. no one could be trusted, ulterior motives              seemed to be the only thing  driving  people  to  hold  onto what little              humanity they had left  -  simply  because  it  could  help  them gain              something. and  this  man  had  stumbled  into  her camp  that she'd              claimed and forced her hand into sharing  it.  anna  disliked him; but              not to the point she'd either attempt  to  force him out or leave on her              own for either of them to try to  handle  the  hoard of walkers on their              own. she leans her head back to rest against the wall, eyes shutting              slowly as a forced exhale slips from her lips.

                                                               ❛ yeah, not a chance -- you're stuck with me                                                                                                              till they're gone. ❜

She said it — all he feels he can do is let out a heavy sigh. He doesn’t exactly love the idea of being stuck in this place with this woman, but what choice did they have? Travis isn’t so sure how well they’ll fair considering she already seems to be annoyed by just about everything he does. But if they want to survive, he’s hoping she can get over that. He turns his head to look back at her when he feels her gaze obviously on him, huffing out a breathy laugh at her words. "Got that about right," he nods, leaning back against the wall behind them, “But we should be alright in here — unless you’d rather try your luck with all them out there.”

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“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.”

           anna had been pushed to her breaking point,  tired of               everything that  had  lead  up to this point and all she wanted to do               was forget about it  and  move  on.  but  this  man had other plans.               reminiscing on his past, long since gone. lingering on such things               never did anyone any good  --  especially  her. the woman lowers               her  head  and  shuts  her  eyes  as  a  frustrated  sigh  slips  from               between her lips.

                                                             ❛ probably best if you don't think 'bout that                                                                                      shit now. it doesn't matter anymore. ❜

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"That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part."

           the bitter taste of anger leaves a  lingering  taste  on her                tongue as she  listens  to  his  calmly  stated  words.  what anna had                done had been a weakness; a  blatant  show  of  it  as well and it had                left her vulnerable to attack. jaw muscles clench tightly as her hands                bound into fists at her side, ready  to  strike  at whomever might look                at her wrong.  blue  hues  lift  quickly  to look him straight in the eyes,                brows furrowing in irritation. 

                                                            ❛ don't try ta fuckin' baby me. it was a fuckin'                                                                                    weak moment and it almost got us killed. ❜

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mr. and mrs. smith - sentence meme pt. 1

“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” "I never told you, but I was married once before." "It was just a drunken Vegas thing." "Oh, that’s better. That’s much better." "Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet." "Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something." "Don’t tell me how to handle my wife." "Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch." "Guess that was just wishful thinking." "Still alive, baby?" "We have an unusual problem here." "You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being." "Dance with me." "It was just my cover, sweetheart." "Wait, why do I get the girl gun?" "It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart!" "Hiya, stranger." "You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn!" "Oh, I must have missed that lesson. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy!" "If you don’t like them we can take them back." "You’ll get used to them." "That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?" "Damn, I wanted him." "These fuckers get younger every year." "Any last words?" "The new curtains are hideous." "I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey." "I have a thoery, newly developed." "I’m think you killed us." "Why do you care? I was just a cover." "Who says you were just a cover?" "Ask us the sex question." "Oh, look. More desert." "Web of lies!" "I missed you." "That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today." "Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb." "Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry!" "What’s new?" "My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan." "Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?" "I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding." "Sweetheart…?" "You want it? It’s yours." "There’s a huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything we don’t say to each other." "Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is…you die." "Can I have a soda or a juice or…" "Ok, that was a nice shot." "What? You’re looking for a job or something?" "You are the job." "They’re bulletproof!" "We’ll talk about this later." "You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?" "You really expect me to roll over and play dead?" "Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage." "Come to daddy." "Who’s your daddy now?" "We should so not be allowed to buy these." "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?" "Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars." "I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues." "That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part." "Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message." "Mistake on your part." "Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map."