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Boyd Holbrook as Donald Pierce Logan (2017) // dir. James Mangold

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pools of melted chocolate are slow to drift from sinkhole to the man behind her, those burnt and cracked fingers falling away from burnt out lumber, nothing to show for their night of rummaging for parts. this place had become more than a ghost town and the creatures that lived here knew it. they'd have to keep moving, they can't stop, not until they find some place that has four walls.

her head shakes in a minor fashion, shoulders following suit in a barely there shrug, crossing to the decrepit ruins of an entry way, leaning into the crumbling doorway to glance out into the darkening street. she was fine, he didn't need to worry about that right now. nearly does she speak that thought aloud when it's stopped against the back of her tongue -- listening to the far crash and clatter of something moving through the abandon store front down the block, grateful for the lack of sidewalk between here and there for once.

"we gotta worry about that later, let's just get outta here first." fast. "there's a... there's a uh... half wall, back near where we came in at." those dark hues wander from the direction of the store front and then back to him, hiking her bag up higher on her shoulders, stumbling back a few steps from that door. "let's go." her voice remains quiet, loud enough for him to hear, but not louder than the rubble falling into the drink following the crumble of the front of that old store raining into the sinkhole.

that wasn't just a simple ROWLNIE, no, that wasn't something that crawled around on six legs or swung from three arms. that was something that flew on four, lack of coordination slamming into walls and crashing through shelves -- destruction apart of its bloodline from the day the world started ending.

a YOTAKU.

he moved quietly through the ruins, the crunch of something random-a crumpled old bag filled with gravel underneath his boots, muffled by the thick, still air. the place had long been abandoned it was clear, walls scorched, windows shattered, time reclaiming what people had left behind and then just the time itself setting it to stone.

knees bend near a collapsed shelf, hands sweeping through debris, brown eyes sharp beneath the shadow of his brows. dirt and dust clung to ripped gloved knuckles as he pried open rusted shelves and overturned crates, searching for anything useful—batteries, a can of food, even bandages that hadn’t rotted through.

❝   fuck, man.    ❞ 

he kept moving regardless, methodical and focused, driven by the need to make anything, hell, something- out of what little was left until she tells him exactly what he already knew, pulling him out from the waves he'd been chin deep in.

❝   yeah. . . yeah, you're right- you're right.   ❞  a solemn nods, gaze trialing over mercy as he follows close beside her. ❝  how's your hand? gotta check you out when we can. . . only one first aid kit left.    ❞ 

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I've said it to you before and I'll say it to you again for the meme, but you're easily one of my favorite people and friends. I'm so glad we've stayed friends this long, and now I'm positive that we're going to continue to do so for pretty much the rest of our lives. You're stuck with me <3 I love your creativity and love for your muses, your OCs are wonderfully crafted and it's amazing how much you dive into them and really make them feel fleshed out. I love you so much, Zer0! Here's to 2025 and the rest of our lives!

so i've been sitting on this for a while now (this was, i think, one of those "before 2024 ends" memes. and i forgot about it until just now because i'm doing an inbox clean out, so lets do a reflection for 2025 since getting this!

it is safe to say we will still be vibing for years to come, light. i adore you and your muses as well! you put so much love into them that doesn't get nearly enough recognition. i love you so much and we're gonna take the rest of this year to stay friends and thrive together.

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Intimidation Meme

Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. 😶 - I’m not sure if I can reach out to you. 😐 - You seem a little distant from others. 😓 - I feel like you would not really like me. 😲 - I’m afraid of reaching out to you. 😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you. 😥 - I am very intimidated by you. I wish it wasn’t that way, because you seem cool. 😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork. 😧 - Senpai, notice me???? 😦 - I feel really insecure when I want to reach out to you. 😨 - You intimidate me….a whole damn lot. 😭 - I wish I could be your friend but to me, you are so hard to reach out to. 😱 - I am so incredibly intimidated by you, it even makes me a little anxious sometimes. 💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE

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@wakingdrcams // reilly and vikash // semi plotted feels

nervous fingers play with coffee stirrer resting in drink set before him, that ever wandering gaze flicking between the people passing on the sidewalk and the general direction of vik's school, hoping to see him within the crowd. he was late, very late, and reilly was beginning to lose hope that he was even going to show up. he contemplates leaving, sending him a text from the comfort of his own bedroom, but he stays, waits for him to get there so he can physically see how the other reacts to being late -- anger, resentment, and sadness swirling in the pit of his stomach as the rest of that jack and coke is downed for a new one.

reilly's brows pinch together, albeit briefly, with the kiss pressed against his cheek, attention turning towards the man he had been worrying over. where did he come from? lips twitch into a gentle, tired, smile, those worries washing away down the drain -- no longer concerned or upset, simply having forgotten why he was for the time being, arms coming up to rest on the table top as he leans into face the other man. "hey, you. where have you been?"

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@liftedrelics // raylan is still learning about tim: "❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞" // meme: ???

the chuckle that rolls out of the marshal is quiet and gentle, not enough to break the heated silence that lies stagnant between cracked windows -- a gentle flutter of pages the only noise that truly breaks the silence. stakeouts and witness relocations having found the both of them stuffed into, either, raylan's town car or the offices suv.

"oh, there's a lot that i leave under grounds about myself." he lets another chuckle roll off his shoulders, tucking that book around his thumb while attention diverts to his partner. "you never thought to ask?" his smile is crooked and lopsided, sea green hues drifting away from raylan and to the home they were across the street from -- licking over lower lip as attention diverts back once again, that smile still glued to lips. "i'm not from kentucky, but may as well have been born here. right on the border of indiana."

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hemlo. gonna try a thing or two before i go in for a short shift

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Lack of Sleep Starters!

pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.

When was the last time you actually got some rest?

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.

Look at you! You're spilling coffee.

You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.

Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?

It's 4am. You need sleep.

You're safe here. You can rest now.

I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.

Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.

This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.

I'll carry you to bed if I have to.

Do I need to baby you?

Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!

You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.

Go. To. Bed. That's an order.

I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.

Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?

Want me to tuck you in, too?

I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send ‘BETWEEN’ for your muse to slip their hand between my muse’s legs. Feel free to reverse the roles and specify muses if a multi.

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My muse is woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “shh, you’re okay.” to calm and comfort them.

Send ‘It’s okay. You’re okay.’ for the reverse for your muse waking up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. And for my muse to comfort your muse. 

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"You can't protect everyone."

I have to try.

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i did more than i thought i was going to but now i must sleep