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Back Your Future With U.S. Savings Bonds. The hand of Uncle Sam pulls back a corner of the U.S. flag to show a family with mother, father, boy and girl. Post-WWII finance campaign for savings bonds. Circa 1946.

Back Your Future With U.S. Savings Bonds poster | WWII Posters

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dear God take care of her when i can’t

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⌠♠⌡ ❝ Freedom has a price. ❞

                                                     ❝ Most people aren’t willing to pay it ❞                             ❧rules  ❧about ❧verses

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🍬 OUR MUSES discover a bag of abandoned Halloween sweets.

Halloween Starters | Accepting 

The newborn past-time of scrounging around through other people’s shit just to find a much needed form of sustenance came easily enough when there was someone else there to scrounge with you. He’d no idea what she came to look for, but the general consensus was that they’d finally found a house that bore some sense of hope for finding things that really mattered for their survival.

They worked along the perimeter of the first room. Despite their differences regarding what to loot within the goldmine of a home, they both decided that one thing would be the most important find of them all: FOOD. Any kind of canned good, or preserved concession would count as fair game to the finder. So say the least, it was a race to whomever uncovered whatever food was irresponsibly left behind.

Finders keepers, loosers die.

He’d felt her quick-moving frame directly behind him when his eyes moved over a partially crumpled paper bag. It featured a faded print of skeletons and jack-o-lanterns covering its dirty exterior. He hoped she wouldn’t notice it wedged between the cushions of a dust-covered couch.

He all but jumped over the back of the couch to reach for the bag. But where his hand should have closed over the soft paper, he only felt the cold, thin outline of delicate finger-bones under soft skin. She’d reached the bag first. 

He clenched his hand over hers. “It’s mine,” he growled. “I found it first, now let go!” 

Ivakir snarled in close proximity to his face. Abe’s eyes narrowed. “I swear to God, woman, I will break every bone in this Goddamn hand if you don’t let go.”

She laughed maniacally and made to bite at his face. “Fool!” She shouted. “Idiot! You will surely lose!” Her hand wriggled under his sweaty and tightened grip and he struggled in his awkward reach over the back of the couch. 

“JESUS!....” A sharp pain echoed in his leg where she’d forcefully kicked him, the brief second allowing her to remove her hand from his grip and run away quickly with the bag of candy. “DIRTY!...” He yelled with a strained voice. “YOU FIGHT DIRTY, WOMAN!!”

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My muse is asleep. How does your muse wake mine up?

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Himself.

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Turn ask replies into threads.

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If you like a response I made, you are more than allowed to just take it and make it into a thread. Some of you do this already, but others might need a bit of a verbal confirmation to let them know that they are more than allowed to do so. When I put a lot of effort into something, I really do enjoy when it sparks the need to turn things into threads with people. Whatever random situation I put our muses in normally something that I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I assume that you do too because you sent me the thing in the first place!

Write out a thing and tag me or mention me. I want to see where things go from there. Plus, who knows, if you wanted something with our muses, breaking the ice tends to make it easier to get that thing.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! SEND ME ONE OF THE FOLLOWING AND I WILL POST A STARTER OF..  

⚡ OUR MUSES are trapped in a Haunted House while an ongoing storm rages on outside.  🍎 OUR MUSES are apple-bobbing.  🍬 OUR MUSES discover a bag of abandoned Halloween sweets.  🍹 OUR MUSES are taking Halloween jell-o shots together.  🎬 OUR MUSES watching a horror film together.  💣 OUR MUSES are playing a Halloween prank on each other or someone else.  🙉 MY MUSE jumping out on YOUR MUSE to scare them.  🙈 YOUR MUSE jumping out on MY MUSE to scare them.  🏃 OUR MUSES are being chased through a Haunted House.  ☹ MY MUSE discovers YOUR MUSE having a panic attack in a Haunted House.  ☠ MY MUSE discovers YOUR MUSE playing dead.  🎭 OUR MUSES are caught wearing the same Halloween costume.  🎱 MY MUSE is telling YOUR MUSE a spooky story.  😱 OUR MUSES performing a Ouija board together.  ⍟ OUR MUSES discover a Pentagon/Devil’s Trap.  ❣️ MY MUSE comforts YOUR MUSE after something/someone spooked them.  ❥ OUR MUSES making out in a pumpkin patch.  🔐 OUR MUSES have managed to lock themselves in a small room inside a Haunted House and cannot escape.  😰 YOUR MUSE has dared MY MUSE to the Bloody Mary challenge.  🎊 OUR MUSES are decorating a room/house in toilet paper.  💞 MY MUSE discovers YOUR MUSE has gotten themselves lost in a Haunted House or Maze.  ☘ POT OF LUCK! Send me this & I will generate a surprise/random option.

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergarten”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

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Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Begonia — “We are being watched.” Blue Flax — “You are very kind.” Blue Hyacinth — “I will give my life to your service.” Bronze Chrysanthemum — “Though I value your friendship, I cannot love you.” Daffodil — “I do not return your affections.” Deadly Nightshade — “I believe you to be false.” Foxglove — “You are not really in love.” French Marigold — “You are unreasonably jealous.” Hawthorn — “Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.” Iris — “Your friendship means so much to me” Lavender — “I like you very much, but this, I am sure, is not love.” Mistleoe — “Kiss me” Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.” Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.” Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.” Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.” Red Rose — “I love you” Scarlet Geranium — “I do not trust you.” Spider Flower — “Elope with me.” Sweet Pea — “Thank you for a lovely time.” Tea Rose — “I’ll remember, always.” Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?” White Camellia — "You’re adorable.” White Rose — "I love you not.” Yellow Rose — "I love another.”

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There was a short period of time- a couple of seconds at most- where he’d considered giving up on it all. It would take little effort on his part to just sit there in his cursed spot. The despair of not knowing what would happen to Tess wracked his mind and body to the point of leaving him a shaking mess. It was then that he’d heard the deafening shot. An incredibly distinctive sound, he recognized the opportunity it presented before the overgrown and mutated body hit the ground.

A woman’s voice was shouting. Tess was already out of the building and running towards the source, the bag with their most important possessions strapped heavily on the back of her thin frame. The abrupt silence that now surrounded them rang loudly within his ears, but he followed quickly behind his young daughter despite the unsettling sensation of a numbing bee sting in his left arm. 

This was it... He laughed internally. They’d possibly just defied one of the most deadly situations since their emergence into this garbage heap of a world, and he was to die of a heart attack. Only, his body hadn’t begun shutting down with their run towards the woman with the large gun. His arm just hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

“Hell of a shot....” He’d managed to huff out once they’d reached her spot behind a rusting car. “You know a better way out of here and we’ll follow you.” He ran a shaking hand over his daughter’s head and smudged face- more for his own comfort that she’d remained in one piece than to check for injuries. “Lead the way. We don’t know what the fuck we just walked into.”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! SEND ME ONE OF THE FOLLOWING AND I WILL POST A STARTER OF..  

⚡ OUR MUSES are trapped in a Haunted House while an ongoing storm rages on outside.  🍎 OUR MUSES are apple-bobbing.  🍬 OUR MUSES discover a bag of abandoned Halloween sweets.  🍹 OUR MUSES are taking Halloween jell-o shots together.  🎬 OUR MUSES watching a horror film together.  💣 OUR MUSES are playing a Halloween prank on each other or someone else.  🙉 MY MUSE jumping out on YOUR MUSE to scare them.  🙈 YOUR MUSE jumping out on MY MUSE to scare them.  🏃 OUR MUSES are being chased through a Haunted House.  ☹ MY MUSE discovers YOUR MUSE having a panic attack in a Haunted House.  ☠ MY MUSE discovers YOUR MUSE playing dead.  🎭 OUR MUSES are caught wearing the same Halloween costume.  🎱 MY MUSE is telling YOUR MUSE a spooky story.  😱 OUR MUSES performing a Ouija board together.  ⍟ OUR MUSES discover a Pentagon/Devil’s Trap.  ❣️ MY MUSE comforts YOUR MUSE after something/someone spooked them.  ❥ OUR MUSES making out in a pumpkin patch.  🔐 OUR MUSES have managed to lock themselves in a small room inside a Haunted House and cannot escape.  😰 YOUR MUSE has dared MY MUSE to the Bloody Mary challenge.  🎊 OUR MUSES are decorating a room/house in toilet paper.  💞 MY MUSE discovers YOUR MUSE has gotten themselves lost in a Haunted House or Maze.  ☘ POT OF LUCK! Send me this & I will generate a surprise/random option.

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The calming nature of the Minuteman recruit unnerved Abe, and he made no effort to hide it. People usually came upon the station in a panic, usually escaping from something larger that had been chasing them, or worse- they were the ones that had been doing the chasing. In another life, this guy looked like he could have been a neighbor or perhaps even weirder, a Private First Class in his Med Unit. 

It all felt a little too much like something out of the Twilight Zone.

“What d’you got on you?” Although most of the tension had deflated, he wanted to know what this guy had in his pockets. You could tell a lot about a person based on what kinds of things he chose to carry with him. Abe wanted to know if he was prepared to stay, what kind of firearm he was hiding other than the rifle over his shoulder, and most importantly- if he’d brought anything sweet with him.

“Best if you show us any other piece you got besides the one on your back.” His own rifle now retired beside his leg, Abe used the back of his hand to shield the threatening sun from his eyes. “You got a name?”