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shefiights‌:

          still a raw topic.  leaving henry was difficult, and it was taking a lot of effort not to turn around and go right back.  the kingdom needs her though, and that’s why she returned.  ❛ he’s in good hands.  he’ll be alright.  i already miss him though. ❜  a sad smile, and she can feel the tears welling in her eyes once more.

He can see that he probably shouldn’t have brought up her son but doesn’t mention the clear emotion on her face at the mention of him. “He’ll do GREAT.” Henry was smart. A good kid. Resourceful and determined and just like his parents had raised him. “And I’m sure he’ll be back here before you know it.”

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Adrian sees the back of her head before he sees her face but it’s not difficult for him to tell who it is.  “Welcome BACK.” He smiles at her as she turns around. It’s not been too long since her departure but he knows the Kingdom has been missing it’s Queen, though she won’t let them call her that. “Did Henry settle in alright at Hilltop?”

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STARTER CALL MASTER LIST

adrian mendes: kingdom soldier. former english teacher. amir hakim: siddiq’s younger brother. former pro soccer player. ford carlyle: wanderer. former homicide detective. yosuke ikeda: wanderer. former medical doctor. faulkner koch: community leader. ex-marine. former fbi.

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heirite‌:

     “ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ? “   henry’s words are sudden as he removes his staff from the weakened and brittle skull of an undead corpse ,      the pair ( compromised of just he and adrian ) having been on duty to clear out the few walkers that here and there ,        decided to collect at the front gate .    “ he needs someone to look after him , my dad . “    it’s soft the way he speaks , almost as if regretful or hesitant to leave .     the fact was , that soon henry would be gone , he’d be part of hilltop for the next few months ,  maybe even year ,  and it would be the first time henry would have been from ezekiel since before this whole end of the world had started .       to worry seems only natural ,   but his dad was a king—    and not just a king , but his king whether he was here at the kingdom ,     or at hilltop under the supervision of their blacksmith .

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Adrian’s focus on their task wavers slightly as he registers the boy’s question. He doesn’t have to ask to know WHO Henry is talking about. That’s evident enough. Ezekiel and Carol have done a fine job raising the boy since the unfortunate circumstances that led to his family’s demise. “Of course.” It’s a part of his JOB in the Kingdom to protect the King but it’s a deeper promise than that and he knows that. “But I’m sure that your mom will do a fine job of that even without my help.” He gives the boy a small smile, turning and jabbing his spear through another walker’s skull. Adrian sticks the end of his spear in the ground when he’s finished, surveying the area. “He’s proud of you, y’know.”

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honcrhim‌:

         ❝    Amir,   I’m   leaving   for   a   while.   Going   to   Hilltop   with   Michonne   and   the   others.   I   should   be   back   within   the   next   week   or   so.     ❞

He’s   been   more   busy   in   the   infirmary   to   spend   time   with   his   little   brother.   Even   though   they   shared   the   house   together,   he   was   barely   there.   From   morning   until   nightfall,   his   hands   were   working   on   the   sick   and   wounded   of   Alexandria.   Yet,   he   walks   over   to   his   brother,   placing   his   hand   on   his   shoulder   with   a   reassuring   smile.    /    @survivalfit   (  amir  )   |   ♥’ed

He turns to his brother when he sees him walking up, pausing the work he’s doing for a moment. “What’s up?” Amir wipes some sweat from his forehead with the back of his head, brow furrowing as he LISTENS to Siddiq. He’s not surprised that he’s joining the trip but he’s somewhat surprised that Michonne has decided not to let the new people fend for themselves outside Alexandria.

“You’ll need another pair of hands, yeah? Can’t imagine she’s gonna give them back their weapons, which means you’ll get stuck PROTECTING them if anything happens.” He wipes dirt off on his pants and puts his tools down. “I’m comin’.”

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There’s a sharp pain lancing through his torso that he’s, unfortunately, familiar with. It’s not the first bullet he’s taken. He’d taken a couple between his time overseas and his time with the fbi and he’s inclined to think it won’t be the LAST bullet he takes in the shit show of a world they’re all living in. No wound’s entirely the same and he’s never had the same injury in the same place twice.

They always hurt like a bitch though.

“Just geddit over with quick. I don’t need t’be coddled.” Faulk would much prefer to have it quick and dirty and PAINFUL than to beat around the bush and draw it out. They don’t have much in the way of medics in the compound but Queenie’s been doing a pretty damn good job, which he reminds himself he has to thank her for at some point. Preferably when he’s not bleeding on a table and in a better mood.

Faulk draws in a deep breath through his nose and nods. “A’ight.” There’s not really a proper way to prepare yourself for something like this but he’s done it BEFORE and one more time just seems like revisiting a bad memory. He puts a stick in his mouth, a necessary precaution given the fact that they don’t have any painkillers or morphine to speak of.

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lungsache:

              hands move from the straps of her bag to underneath her armpits,  arms   crossing   over her chest.   it’s almost    childlike,  the way she reacts to him,  nose scrunching up   &   lips twisting into an  angry  pout.      ❛    with no  flashlights,  how’re we supposed to see once the sun  goes down ?   what if we come across a whole  group’a  them ?    ❜     but he had a point,  jen !    where the hell were you   going to stop ?       ❛    we don’t even know    where    we are,   what if the next   safe place   isn’t for another  twenty miles ?    ❜

“Then I reckon we’re screwed.” Nate doesn’t particularly like either option but he was raised not to quit and while it might not be, stopping seems like quitting. At least if they’re on the move they won’t be caught UNAWARE. “But if we stay here ‘n pack it in for the night there’s every possibility a group of ‘em could wander up on us so we’re screwed either way.” He doesn’t budge in the face of his daughter’s stubbornness. It’s an inherited trait from his side of the family. “Our eyes’ll adjust. Bein’ on the move’ll be better ‘n stayin’ still. Gives ‘em a movin’ target at least.”

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bloodsings:

       Focusing on survival. Yeah — that’s kind of the priority, he thinks to himself, even if he’s gotten a bit of a habit of getting so lost in his own head that one could argue he’s not doing a very good job of it. Guesses that’s what makes them a pretty decent team; Ford keeps him oddly grounded, in a way, not that he’d ever thought he needed it, and Tobias has a way of coaxing more metaphysics into their conversations. Which, really? They could probably do without, when a number of the things he brings up relate to life and how it might not perhaps be as valuable as humanity perceives it to be.

        ❝ No, not the river in Egypt, ❞ he replies, and he laughs a bit, genuine and warm. ❝ It’s, ah — a little more off-putting than a beautiful river. It’s got to do with, well — the meaninglessness of all of it. ❞ Tobias makes a vague gesture at the space betweem them with a wave of his hand. ❝ That none of this is going to change, in our existence. There’s no purpose, here. But I guess I lean toward the prospect of creating our own meaning, ❞ he explains, because that’s exactly what they’ve done; their meaning is their survival, now. His meaning, in particular, is reuniting with his sister, his parents. ❝ But it’s a matter of what then, you know? What comes after we meet our meanings? ❞

Ford’s never really been the scholarly type. He’s not stupid, he wouldn’t have made detective before this shit storm if he was stupid. But in all his life he’s never been the smartest man in the room. He’s never really been the BRIGHTEST. He was good enough at his job, had enough wit about him to hold his own in an intellectual conversation but there are some things that go over his head, particularly when it comes to his boyfriend. He can follow along with this one easily enough though. He’s learned some after listening to the other man for days and weeks and months on end.

“Well, that’s fuckin’ depressin’.” Ford snorts, making a face and looking over to the other man. The second part is less depressing but it still has him thinking. “That’s supposin’ ya got one or two meanin’s t’ ya life right?” He doesn’t really KNOW what he’s suggesting but it’s what comes to mind. “’S like goals, innit? Y’reach a goal ‘n then ya work on the next.” He shrugs slightly. “Find ‘nother meanin’.”

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well, i haven’t been here in a million years because i forgot the email i used rip. but by some miracle i worked out what it was aND HERE I AM.

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HIATUS 6/20-7/3

here’s your reminder that i’m going on vacay. writing isn’t going to be a thing i’m going to be doing because i’ll be in another country on a beach. aaaaand after i get back i have two days to ship my things and i’m moving so i’m probably not going to be around for those days either. but imma be back, i promise.

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A turn here, a turn there, and it goes on for years, becomes something else. I’m sorry, you know, for the man I became, the father I was… I hope you got the strength to learn from that. And I hope you got no doubts how much I loved you, son. You’re better than me. If I’d been stronger, I would’ve been more like you. Hell, son, if everyone was stronger, they’d be more like you. True Detective 2x08

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SEMI-HIATUS: NOW-BEGINNING OF JULY

alrighty guys, so here’s the deal. i’m moving at the beginning of july but my family is also going on vacation for a week and a half at the end of june, which means i have to have all my shit together by then. i’ve got approximately three weeks to finish up all the shit i have to do at work, catch up with all the people i need to see before i move to the opposite coast, and pack up my stuff/figure out shipping for all of it.

basically, i’ll be on very sporadically but primarily on devilbeside.

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rosewand:

she hasn’t heard this level of sincere, patronizing guilt since she was ten and touching things at her grandfather’s house that didn’t belong to her. it worked then and it works now. queenie looks at her feet, her cheeks burning.

❝    i’m real sorry, sir. i don’t got an excuse.    ❞

worrying her pink-painted lip between her teeth, queenie hazards a glance up at him. sternness, she never knows what to do with it. the stolen property is gone, she’s apologize profusely but she knows it would be weak of him not to be angry.

❝    it was a nice-lookin’ knife. i didn’t know it was somebody else’s. i’d never take anythin’ from anybody else. i wanna stay, you don’t gotta do that.    ❞

She seems genuine and she at least has the decency to look ashamed of her own actions. He’s seen far too many wrongdoers UNAPOLOGETIC in his lifetime, though her crime is significantly less serious. Still, if he doesn’t keep hold of his camp with some semblance of an iron fist, there are too many things that can go very wrong. He’s seen that ALREADY and he’s not willing to take the risk. People seem to think they can do whatever they like these days but he won’t allow it.

“Yeah well if somethin’s just lyin’ around, it probably belongs to someone in here.” Faulk doesn’t make any attempt to soften his glare. “You make sure it doesn’t happen again, alright? I don’t do SECOND chances very frequently.” He usually doesn’t. She’d be out on her ass if she hadn’t just gotten there...and if she hadn’t reminded him of his daughter. And maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s getting a little soft. Sentiment.

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“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.” (for adrian!!)

HURT MEME

The pain is incredible, something he’s never quite experienced before. The worst injury he’s ever suffered is breaking his arm as a boy but he’d been so young he hardly REMEMBERS it. This? This is almost unbearable, but then he’s never had a particularly high pain tolerance. Adrian gasps and bites his tongue, giving her a slight nod and FORCING his eyes back open best he can. His head is swimming, heart pounding in his ears as it works to try and circulate blood to make up for what’s being lost. Black dots are dancing around the edges of his vision and he shifts his gaze downwards. “Fuck-” That’s a lot of blood. “...fuck...”

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lungsache:

            ❛    DAD—–    ❜      she  snaps,   feet halting as fingers loop around the straps of her bag.    head tilts  &   frustrated brow  furrows.   it was getting late,  the sun had only  just set   so it’d be dark in no time.   feet ache,   they’d been walking for  forever,   they needed to  rest.      ❛    we need to   stop   for the night.    ❜

He’s still walking when she stops and it takes him a few moments to realize that she has, turning around to face his daughter. “We’re in the middle o’ NOWHERE, Jenny.” It’s gonna be dark soon but he doesn’t like the idea of stopping out in the open. Better to keep moving and hope they come across something soon.