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   WHAT PART OF THE FOREST ARE YOU ?

                                              Your Result: The Creature.

maybe you scurry, or watch, or search, or grab onto what you can with tiny hands. you can feel like people have a tendency to take themselves too seriously, not everything has to be a high art. you're not one to deny yourself simple pleasures, and if those simple pleasures are gathering knickknacks and pins and buttons and that one cool rock you found on the ground the other day, so be it.

songs: looking out for you by joy again, i don't even smoke by stick and poke

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shesurvivs​.

she  could  tell  he  was  new,  she’d  been  in  this  line  of  work  for  a  while  -  seen  people  come    &    go.  picked  up  on  how  they  worked,  acted.  it’d  become  easy  to  her  at  times,  not  to  mention  she  always  did  background  checks  on  those  who  she  was  hiring.  call  it  a  safety  protocol.  juliette  raises  an  eyebrow  at  the  new  comer,  head  titled  to  the  side  slightly  as  she  shifted  the  board  in  her  hand.      ❝    what  brought  you  here  then?      ❞    she  questions,  now  that  she  didn’t  know.      ❝      either  way,  it’s  reasonable  to  be  nervous.  i  know  i  was  my  first  time  .  .  .  fuck,  i  still  get  nervous  sometimes.  it’ll  be  alright  though.    ❞      she   gives   him   a   smile.   it  was  an  odd  way  of  comforting  him,  but  it  was  the  best  she  could  offer  him.

her  question  catches  him  off  guard  ;  it  gets  him  thinking  about  choices  that  he’s  refused  to  consider  prior  to  this  moment.   “  uh  ----  ”   eyebrows  are  lowered,  wrinkling  as  he  allows  a  silence  to  fill  the  air.   “  my  old  job  just  wasn’t  cutting  it  for  me  anymore  . . .  ”   and  that’s  as  true  of  a  response  as  she’s  going  to  get.   “  i  just  . . .  need  more  money.  ”   it  feels  like  such  a  pathetic  reason.   money  has  never  been  something  that’s  motivated  him  before,  but  max  can’t  ignore  that  it’s  essential  ----  even  if  he  doesn’t  want  it  to  be.   “  i  guess  i’ll  just  have  to  take  your  word  for  it.  ”   a  nervous  laugh  follows  his  remark.   somehow  a  half-hearted  smile  reveals  itself.   “  i’m  just  not  trying  to  die  on  the  first  day.  ”

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flammeus​.

“ little bit of both? ”  voice cracks lightly as red laughs  ,  head tilting down as she realizes how unconvincing she probably sounds.  small sigh is left out as she lets max lead the way  ,  her arm extanding just for a moment as she slowly moves away from the wall and follows him  ,  gaze fixed on his figure like he’s the sun and she’s the planets spinning around  ,  and losing sight of him would turn her universe dark and cold once again.  trail of though breaks as she registers his voice  ,  and she’s suddenly aware they’re standing before the door.  “ oh my god you’re insufferable. ”  she remarks  ,  squinted eyes rolling as if she’s actually annoyed by max’s antics.  jacket is already half way off as she steps inside.  “ i’m starting to think you want to know how it ends. ”  she keeps teasing  —  because two can play the game and if max finds it funny she might as well give it a try at doing things his way.  next remark is blocked by his lips meeting hers  ,  not that red minds.  “ oh  ,  we’re about to be the cutest  ,  believe me. ”  she declares  ,  head tilted up in faux defiance as she kicks off her shoes as well  ,  not really caring which part of the floor they end  —  probably nearby the jacket.  looping one arm around max’s neck  ,  she gives herself a little push so that her legs are wrapped around his waist.  once she’s adjusted her other arm raises so she can reach max’s hair.  “ see?  climbed you just fine. ”  comes her tease  ,  small grin on her lips as she leans closer to give max another kiss.  “ are you gonna consider this too as pressuring you into kissing me or…? ”

“  maybe  i  do  wanna  know  how  the  movie  ends.  ”   his  response  is  said  in  a  low  timbre  as  if  he’s  serious,  although  the  smile  that  peaks  through  reveals  otherwise.   he’s  prepared  to  say  more.   the  way  his  lips  are  parted  prove  that,  but  any  thought  is  quickly  washed  away  when  her  legs  are  suddenly  wrapping  around  his  waist.   as  if  it’s  second  nature  to  him,  max’s  hands  are  tucked  beneath  her  thighs  to  steady  her  against  him.   eyes  fall  shut  immediately  when  her  lips  are  gracing  his  own  once  more.   a  huffed  out  breath  pushes  past  a  small  frown,  visibly  upset  that  the  kiss  is  so  short-lived.   “  actually,  yeah  i  am.   you're  making  me  hold  you  just  so  you  can  be  closer  to  my  face  . . .  ”   words  are  teasing,  something  max  has  been  doing  a  lot  of  all  night  long.   it’s  surprising  that  red  is  still  putting  up  with  it.   “  this  is  the  definition  of  peer  pressure.  ”   now  it’s  his  turn  to  initiate  the  kiss.   lips  are  quickly  on  hers  before  she  even  has  the  chance  to  speak,  a  happy  laugh  reverberating  in  his  chest  as  he  starts  walking  toward  the  couch.   it’s  not  until  his  kneecaps  are  colliding  with  the  armrest  that  his  mouth  parts  from  hers.   arms  let  go  of  her  body  only  once  they’re  both  falling  onto  the  couch  ;  his  elbows  digging  into  the  cushions  to  support  his  weight  as  he  hovers  over  her.   he’s  groaning  in  feigned  annoyance,  eyes  rolling  just  for  effect.   “  wow,  red  ----  i  can’t  believe  you  just  pulled  me  down  like  that.  ”   as  much  as  he  wants  to,  max  can’t  fake  his  irritation  for  too  long.   quickly  he’s  placing  another  quick  kiss  to  her  lips,  followed  by  one  on  her  cheek  and  a  soft  one  on  her  neck.   “  didn’t  know  i  signed  up  for  such  a  violent  night.  ”

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oops. this blog is now archived. you can find me at the same url :)

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                    If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the room remains the same.

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"the trauma made you kind" fuck that. no. i am kind because i cannot allow anyone to go through what i did. i am soft because i chose to be.

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my strength yet my weakness

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someday I hope to achieve this level of comedic ability.

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@liftedrelics

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like you can boss me around in sexual situations but you better not try to tell me what to do in regular life.

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samuehl​.

      *    𝚂𝙰𝙼  𝙸𝚂  𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃.   all he can focus on is the way the trees seem to curl over the two.   -  -  -   as if the branches are going to lean down and engulf them.   ❝  it’ll be fast,  ❞   he speaks,  and he finds himself wanting to say the words  i promise,  but he does not.  HE CANNOT.    (   not because he doesn’t want to, but because he 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘 to make promises that 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙.   )    ❝  we just  [  .  .  .  ]  we have to find the scarecrow.  ❞   the brunette is certain that the other must have a confused expression upon his features;   with back turned towards Max, he cannot check for himself.   ❝  I’ll explain after.  ❞

“  scarecrow?  ”  these  are  the  kinds  of  things  horror  movies  are  made  of.   actually,  it  feels  like  they’re  already  in  the  opening  scene  of  one.   two  men  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  walking  through  cornfields  in  search  for  a  goddamn  scarecrow.   “  don’t  see  it.  ”   as  if  he’s  actually  looking.   perhaps  max  should  put  a  little  effort  into  it  ;  that  way  they’ll  get  out  of  there  faster.   it’s  with  some  hesitation  that  he’s  grabbing  his  phone  to  turn  on  its  light.   he  begins  to  wave  it  in  front  of  him  while  eyes  are  scanning  whatever  lies  ahead.   “  i  think  i  see  something  up  there.   kinda  looks  like  it  could  be  a  scarecrow  . . .  either  that  or  a  really  tall  man  standing  still.  ”   and  he’s  not  sure  which  would  be  worse.

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Knock Knock. Baby Yoda.

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fidemleto​.

    Cursing  herself,  because  he  was  one  of  the  few  she  had  been  weak  around. “- Max,”  His  name  comes  out  in  a  weak  tremor;  she  was  so  tired-  &  the  deep  set  circles  that  raged  beneath  her  eyes  gave  that  away.  Two  days  in,  and  she’d  already  gotten  herself  new  battle  scars.  Faith  was  more  than  capable,  but  that  didn’t  mean  the  world  didn’t  try  it’s  best  to  rip  her  to  shreds.  “I  don’t  know  how  to  do  this,”  To  be  with  other  people,  to  not  look  at  the  group,  and see  where  she’d  gone  all  wrong.  This  world  had  turned  everything  so  cold,  and  she  was  a  wildfire,  spreading  through  a  drought. 

“I  don’t  hate  you,”  She  thinks  this  is  important  to  state.  If  there  was  someone  to  blame  for  her  leaving,  it  wasn’t  him.  “You  know  I  can’t  go  back.”  Things  had  fallen  apart,  gotten  severely  fucked  up  and  in  her  core  she  knew  she  was  to  blame. 

her  emotions  are  radiating  off  of  her.    they’re  hitting  him  like  a  slap  in  the  face  ;  his  ability  to  empathize  doing  him  more  harm  than  good  in  this  moment.   max  is  tempted  to  hug  her,  but  quickly  decides  otherwise.   instead,  hands  curl  around  the  straps  of  his  backpack,  clutching  them  so  that  any  energy  to  share  an  embrace  is  being  redirected  into  the  firmness  of  his  grip.   tired  gaze  falls  upon  the  fresh  scars  that  have  made  a  home  on  her  skin.   quickly,  he  frowns.   “  let’s  not  go  back  then.  ”   response  is  spoken  with  a  confidence  that  implies  he  has  no  desire  to  return  either.   “  we  don’t  need  ‘em.   we  can  do  this  survival  shit  just  fine  on  our  own.  ”