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Richard Madden Interview - How To Be Prince Charming, Joshington Post, Grazia UK

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TATTERED cloth covered her mouth , aviators goggles tied to her waist for the morning rays , the Tarrantino did another one of her rounds around her small , yet vaste perimeter. Groups frightened her , the lack of human interaction creating a shell around her. She rarely saw the living ; Hardly offered her company to anyone. Her late father && mother making sure that their daughter could make a name for herself out here. Alone. A long metal pipe rested in between her shoulder , NAILS protruding through the metallic surface on both sides , leather strap in the middle creating an easy grip for the TEENAGER. The clinks && clanks of a working had her stopping , WEAPON now resting in her left hand as she let the right GLIDE onto the ground silently. That’s when she saw the figure. && she approached closer until he was made aware of her very presence , worn out eyes GLARING at him. She perched the rather large PIPE onto it’s nose , nails digging into the dry ground as she made no sound. She simply looked for a brief moment. “This is new.”

They were the CHILDREN of a world that had long since given up on them. The tiny creations of a place that hardly longed to harbor them; it raised them in threats and violence. The epitome of a BROKEN childhood. But this was WHAT THEY GOT. This was all there was; wishing for the days depicted in his grandmother’s tales of old would do NOTHING for anyone. All they had left to do -- his generation and the ones to come -- was to LIVE; live in however way suited their needs, live however they could for as long as they could. And that was it. Mason, on his end, was determined to help others do just that. Continue, move on, put one foot in front of the other. He was there to help; a walking stick more than ready to be of service. This life he chose, though, was not the reason he was accustomed to dealing with HER kind. The man was aware that no matter was path he walked, the stoics and pessimists, those robbed of a smile ( at least upon meeting ) were a race of abundance. The man dealt with her the same way he’d deal with any of them: his hands got right back to work ( if she wanted to HARM him she would’ve already done so ). “Which part of it?” He questioned, adjusting some wires. 

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“You needa REST.” Ashley’s voice came, gentle enough, but determined nevertheless. It had been a long time since she had seen Mason lay down and close his eyes for longer then a few minutes. Ashley appeared from the side, hands up, just in case Mason was extra jumpy. Ashley took a few steps closer to Mason, hand gently going to his shoulder. “Let me take over. You’ve been doing more then enough, Stokes.”

She was a GENTLE creature -- all soft edges and sugar smiles. Enough KINDNESS inhabited her body to power the world ( an exaggeration, surely, but Ashley was the type of woman who left honey in her steps ). His movements STOPPED when her hand landed on his shoulder, and with a swift motion his calloused palm touched the back of her hand. “I’m alright,” he assured her, “this needs to be done today and you’ve got your own things to do. Don’t worry about me.”

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ALWAYS working. Busy hands set up another makeshift trap destined for the running corpses that longed to feast on human flesh. Mason Stokely was an EXPERT at keeping busy, and the Stokely home gave him more than enough to do on a daily basis. Accepting strangers was a hazard, surely, but so was letting their race die out; wither away like dust in the wind. Besides, his grandmama stood for more than carnage and wayward bullets. She was KIND and gentle -- even after the world fell, in the beginning of her days, she did not allow the harsh world to turn her heart to stone. Mason wouldn’t, either. His pale limbs worked, ears perking when the sound of another being reached his senses: leaves crunching underfoot. Blue eyes lifted and prepared for ANYTHING.

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{ send 🎶 and I’ll create a mini playlist for our muses’ relationship } : OPEN.

→ i live to let you SHINE ; ( ft. @ashhes​ )

“ BOATS AND BIRDS ” – gregory and the hawk | if you’ll be my boat, i’ll be your sea: a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity.

“ SWEETEST THING ” – allman brown | pull me inside out. put me upside down. silence all of the noise that i can do without.

“ CANDLES ” – daughter | “you’re too old to be so shy” (s)he says to me so i stay the night; just a young heart confusing my mind.

“ GEORGIA ” – vance joy | lips – generous and warm. you build me up like steps. eyes, innocent and wild remind me what it’s like.

“ ELECTRIC LOVE ” – børns  | baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle. i can’t let you go now that i got it.

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🎶 luz

{ send 🎶 and I’ll create a mini playlist for our muses’ relationship } : OPEN.

→ unbuckle the belt that’s your PAIN ; ( ft. @rebcund )

“ CLOTHESLINE ” – fellow hollow | close your eyes, you’re not alone – you’re not alone as long as someone’s home.

“ SOMEONE TO STAY ” – vancouver sleep clinic | at the end of the day we’re helpless. can you keep me close? can you love me most?

“ HEARTBEAT ” – matthew mayfield | i come out of the blue and tell you i don’t know you but i can feel your heart beat.

“ SILK ” – dustin tebbutt | you’re one breath from my body; a satellite with stormy eyes, a heart that feels like running – but it’s all right.

“ CAVES ” – haux | it’s when you’re tongue-tied, it’s when you can’t hide; you follow the words – you follow the words from the caves.

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sorry — halsey 

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Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.

Veronica Roth, Carve the Mark (via palmerwrites)

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Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back.

Yasmin Mogahed  (via finegoodsfinefolk)

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pastelyrics :

I’ll be good // Jaymes Young

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glamgh0ul :

Lana Del Rey // Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood