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@mantraps​ :  🍾  one  for  nick

 Send 🍾 for the first thing my muse would say to yours while drunk /  open

 “  swear  to  god  man,  it’s  called  a maero. they’ve  got  nails  as  sharp as knives  it  -  it’s  like  if  you  got some  straws ―  taped em’ t’ your fingertips, except the straws were really,  really  sharp  knives. they’re  also  kinda  mean too, way scarier than a sasquatch  ― yeah. “

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dylan   thought   he’d    be   getting   himself   out   of   this   one.    actually  ,  he  was   almost   successful   in   his   whole   disappearing   act.    key   word   almost.      there’s  an  immediate  roll  of  his  eyes  the  moment  he  feels  the  pull  on  his  arm  —    about   to   get   away   with   not   being   there.   he  shrugs  ,   eyes   completely  dead  ,   looking   down   at   max   with  a  surprisingly  controlled   annoyance.   “     you’re   for   surely    asking   the   wrong   guy  —    i   mean  ,    i   always   thought   you   didn’t   need   sunblock   when   it’s   cloudy  ,  turns   out   i’m   so    wrong    about    that,  “    a  pause  ,   and   he   rolls   his   eyes   again  ,  feigned   smile.     “  …   no   yeah  ,  so  ,   a   high  -  percentage   of   UV   lights   ,    ultraviolet   lights   ,      still    cuts   through   the   clouds  ,  so   you   definitely   need   to  wear   sunblock   no   matter    what.     but   i’m   a   broken   record  ,   you   totally   knew   that   already   mister   max.   “ 

the sarcasm isn’t  lost  on  max,  in  fact,  you could  say  it  was  his  second  language. “ speaking of being a big broken record, I think you’re able to go into a little more  detail  than  that .. maybe  even  be  a  little  more  helpful, even. “ hand  on  his  hip ,  the fixated  look  is  more  than  returned.  he’s  not  intimidated  by  dylan in  the  slightest.  save for some moments  out  there  but  now ? they’re  supposed  to  be  teaching  them  something. “ the sun definitely hits you faster, wouldn’t  you  agree. and  staying hydrated ? “

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every single day i thank my brain for filling in jeremey allen white into max 

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Send 🍾 for the first thing my muse would say to yours while drunk.

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#RANDOM QUOTES ON TUMBLR PART 2  : (     some triggering content may be present !     change pronouns to suit.     )

i was devoured by regrets, fears, fatigue and love.

i imagine that you are able to love me enough to desire to come back for me.

but what does that mean, protect, it’s only a word.

since you like me, or you love me, i must be okay.

i don’t know if i’m real when i’m not being touched.

i just think about the goodness of you as a person.

the most ordinary thing about human beings is not violence or greed but love and care.

that is absolutely out of the question.

history has cut our throats.

everyone seeks a home, a refuge.

i love going on walks by myself.

i’m lying, yes, but why do you force me to give you a linear explanation?

i ask god to send a swordsman and god says ‘look at your hands’.

i don’t want just anyone to share life and myself with me.

no god, no idol, nothing except the burning pain of love.

someone in hell is sitting beside you on the train.

i love you as if you were god.

how i’d love to kill you.

i loved my friend.

people get hurt here.

months pass. years pass, and despair bites into me. i can feel it gnawing.

will you go on loving, or not?

at times failure is very necessary for the artist.

i’m all blood again.

i’ve forgotten, i’ve forgotten everything, and i don’t want to remember.

i am sorry that i cannot say anything more comforting.

all that might have been. exhausts me.

t’s the last day of somebody’s childhood.

the gift of life and the gift of death are equivalent.

there should be just one safe place in the world.

i want to live to see the future.

it seems like fate, doesn’t it?

i know that what happened between us was just an event and not a symbol—just something that happened.

can’t you love me a little? just a little bit?

you’ve just got to work, that’s that.

i love my life, and i’m excited to have it back again.

he looked like an angel, speaking of wisdom.

yes, i thought that’s how it should be.

i won’t tell you how i survived the wreckage.

i sometimes feel like a post standing in a raging sea.

i am not yet as honest with myself as i should be.

i am still ashamed of myself.

people do return to you, you live with them inside you until a few years later they are back with you again.

after this, you will always carry a bit of me, and i will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

i’m a ghost that everyone can see.

you’re further gone than me.

i have huge respect for my own silence.

if i have to explain my reasoning, argue rigorously, i get agitated, confused—everything seems to fly out of my head.

in fairytales, one does what one wants, and in reality, one does what one can.

i’m sorry, but i can’t explain.

i might betray myself and tell everything i dread.

if we go down into ourselves we find that we possess exactly what we desire.

i am not very good at speaking, in public or private.

what i want is your heart.

but was that what i wanted?

i have everything clear in my mind to start with, and yet it’s as if, after a few words, something gives way.

i think beauty is a deceit.

i always come home. always.

there’s nothing more to say.

i want to know what it means to survive something.

i, too, admire people who have that ability, and i’ve made an effort to accept the fact that i don’t.

the moon is the deity of the mind.

sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths.

maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same.

i kept on with clenched teeth, i said to myself: it will end.

but i know about suffering; if that helps. i know that it ends.

we’ll always be in each other’s lives and we’ll always have this feeling between us.

i want the blood running through my fingers to make a delicate sound.

in my heart i have a scream, always, waiting.

past a certain point, you stop being able to go home.

i’ve never been afraid of loneliness because i’ve never felt the need to justify my feelings to myself.

people fall down and stay down.

sometimes when i get really sad and depressed, you know, i lie in bed and think about you.

beliefs aren’t good or bad; they serve only to bring order, at least momentarily, to our anguish.

i can’t live as i once did.

there was longing in me that felt heavy as lead.

there’ll be no hymns to our glory.

learning so much is what got me here.

you don’t show your love and care by putting what you love behind a fence.

i do feel like a failure.

you think i can’t tame that?

and i think i’m beginning to learn finally what everything has been trying to teach me.

reality is not entirely real to me, and that is why i can’t get down to doing things.

it’s so hard to see the point sometimes, when the things in life i think are meaningful turn out to mean nothing, and the people who are supposed to love me don’t.

when i try to picture for myself what a happy life might look like, the picture hasn’t changed very much since i was a child.

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hi don’t kill me <3

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fuck it!!  reblog this and say one (1) (or more if you want to) nice thing about the person you reblogged this from.  it can literally be about anything– just spread some positivity and make this hellsite just a little more bearable!

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❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

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@madestronger​ :  they’re like the greatest snack of all time.   meme.

  “  peanut butter  pop .. “  abi  had  been  focused  on the shading  in one of the trees  while  nick  spoke candidly about .. just about anything. tonight’s  topic were those peanut butter .. snacks ?  jacob had  been  raving  about  since  they  got  back  to  the  firepit.  which  now,  nick  was excitedly  carrying on.  she  thought it was cute when people  talked about something  they  like, they have  a look in their eyes.  a brightness.  eyes peering  from  the  corner  of  her  own , she  begins another  rock  ( upon  the  many  ) 

  “ maybe  I’ll understand  more  if  you  sing  the song ? “  she smirks  mostly  to herself, to anyone else  who  might  be  listening. “ there’s a dance too .. at least, so  I’ve  heard.. “

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16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? / nick !

major arcana headcanons / always accepting.

16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ?

I'm going with the werewolf bite. nick resents this event because he's no longer in control. while he was infected, something would happen ( holding up bobby, aggressive conversations ) and by the time he is actually aware, they look at him like he's a monster. they're scared. nick is scared. he has yet to find the silver lining in the curse, he just knows that they'll never see him the same again. his idea of ' fixing things ' is leaving wordlessly without a trace.

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what is your primary feeling in longing?

melancholy.   In longing, you are melancholy. You feel deeply and quietly, the feeling of yearning constant, like your own personal raincloud over your head that rains cold and collects in your heart, sometimes filling to overflow. The feeling follows you around and you push it away, but its always just a step behind; when it catches up to you, it turns your expression from a bright smile to a brief look down and your lips pulled into a kind of grimace. You bite your lip to break the look and hope no one notices. But secretly you hope someone did. You know this feeling is a creation of your own mind but you just can't shake it, and in some ways, you don't even want to. You know in your head what you desire is doubtful, but in your heart you don't want to give it up. The feeling is close to sadness but it's deeper, more meaningful than that. It pulls at your gut in a way that could bring you close to tears with a mere thought of that which you seek. Be strong my love, your time will come.

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I’ve been thinking about this a lot but post game max is closed off. he is unable to talk about what he went through in hackett’s quarry and changing to and from the lycan form took a lot out of him not to mention the large gaps of memory / time that wasn’t accounted for completely alludes him. especially if he ends up hurting someone in the process it’s probably one of the hardest things to talk to him about aside from not getting into grad school

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CHRISTOPHER      HACKETT      OF      THE      QUARRY.      NOT      SPOILER - FREE.      BY      NANNIE.      18+      ONLY.

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@smartalic​  :   “ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “   @  nick !    meme.

a  shredding  ‘  why  ‘  capsizes in  his  head.  nick  was  a  lot  of  things,  but  asking  them  to  leave  him  behind  was  not  him  being  a  martyr. ‘ what  happens  when  I  get  you  guys  killed ? what’s  the  big  plan,  dylan. ‘  nick  wanted  dylan  to  recognize  the  torture in  his  eyes.  nick  has  never  felt  this  sick  in  his  whole  life, never  knew  of  an  animal  bite  that  could  do ..  all this. their  eyes  meet  and  nick  swallows  thickly. he’s  such  a  prick  sometimes.  “ m’not  playing  martyr .. I’m  just  saying .. I’m  a  heavy  weight.  you  won’t have  your  best  chance  of surviving. “ he  feels  cold.  maybe  that’s  why  he’s scrambling.  trying  to  get  it  out  before  he  croaks. 

“  you  can’t  have  both, mate.  I’m  just..  saying,  if  it  comes  up, you know. “

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every outfit: riley lou (genera+ion) [ 4/?]

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@survivur​​ :   ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead .  //  max     meme.

today .. fucking   sucked. tonight,  the  last  two  months,  actually.   the  sweatsuit  clung  to  his  frame  as  he  fell back  into  a  sitting  position, looking  out  on  the  water  hopelessly. this  night ..  stuck  in  a  tree .. stuck  over  here and he’s  alone,  right ? looks  to  his  left,  then  right.  ‘ yeah.  looks like it. ‘ it  hurt  sitting  there  with  that  fogged  up  feeling  floating  through  his  head, trying  to  remember.  but, nothing.  blue  eyes  snap  open  once  he  hears  someone  running  and  his  eyes  land  on  the  beached  rowboat  before  seeing  a  blurred  figure  run  into  him.

and  he  wants  to  panic.  but  he  doesn’t.  someone’s  hugging  him, it’s  raspy  against  his  throat,  words  of  warning.  begging  them  to  get  away  from  here,  from  him.  that  doesn’t happen, though.  he  feels  a warm  kiss  on  his  forehead  and it’s disarming  how  he  had  not  been  met  with  such  gentle  care.  all he’s  known  thus  far  was  bloodshed,  aches  and  pain.  anger. it  felt  undeserving  in  some  fucked  up  way.  tears welled  up  and  stung  at  his  eyes.  it’s  really  settling,  it’s  clicking.  the  shit  he’s  been through. looking  up,  he  almost  immediately recognizes  her.

   “  shit .. jordan ..?? be careful .. ok ?  I’m  so  glad  to  see you,  but  if  I  start ..”  his  eyes  shut  tightly  with  that  pause.  fuck.  fuck, fuuuck. it’s nauseating recounting.  vivid  clips  from  the  tablet  were whooshing  around his  head. he presses  his  lips  together. 

    “ if  I turn  into  a  .. monster  please .. get  away from me.  alright ? promise  me. I don’t  know  what  happens,  I  don’t want .. “ to wake  up, covered in her blood. “ you  to  get  hurt. “