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// heyyooo I’m alive! lol and fun life update; I’m pregnant! I know I’ve been AFK for what?? 2 years now? life sure has been a bitch but I hope my old squad is still around and kicking <3 miss you guys!

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reading ur rp partner’s writing and wondering how ur ever gonna come up with something as brilliant

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people who dont write with ocs are cowards, i dont make the rules

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ashgiven‌:

        “Aye, whit aboot it…?”  He sighs with an edgy grin and a single brow lifted in curiosity, arms loosening their grip upon her frame. It wasn’t to say that he was worried, but lately, every time she had that soft glimmer in her eyes, anxiety seemed to rattle his bones. Nostalgia seemed to filter into her consciousness from time to time, especially when she’d manage to fix her glance upon that dirt path, that lead to the past she left behind. Though he’d come to trust her, to love her with both body and whatever he had left of a soul, he feared her love of home and the possibility of her wanting to return there. There was nothing there for him but a lack of acceptance, not just for their age difference but for the man he was, and it wasn’t something he could really tolerate without a fight.

“Well-,” if there was ever a time not to skip around the subject, surely this would be it. Even still Maysilee couldn’t find the right words. Chewing on her lip nervously the blonde didn’t dismiss the subtle change in his demeanor as his eyes followed hers up the dirt path. Taking a deep breath she steadied herself for the inevitable shit storm that would come from the news, “I'm moving to California...” squinting up at him as she leaned back to gage his reaction the blonde ducked her head, “... and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me.”

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Kylo stood amongst the flames which seemed to never flicker out as they consumed what remained of the small village. In the year since he had become Supreme Leader, the man was eager to ferret out other Force-sensitives and those who harbored them; didn’t take a genius to figure out why, or what he would do once he found them. He stood across the smoldering square from a woman who reminded him greatly of an old enemy. All the sweeter, then, should he manage to turn her. Stretching out his hand in offering, he gave her the same proposal he had given countless others over the past eleven standard months:

“Take my hand. Join me. I can show you the ways of the Force.”

Staring at him standing there, among the burning hovels and piles of corpses of her village Maysilee felt a chill at his words. He means to kill me if I refuse, the thought occurred to her as she tried to calm the rising flood of uncertainty. It wasn’t that she had anything in particular to lose in joining him, not anymore. But what would she gain from joining his ranks if not a swift death at the hands of the rebellion. A Rebellion she had aided more than once now. If they didn’t kill her, he surely would once the truth came out. Mays had heard about the ruthless supreme leader -Kylo Ren, had even entertained the rumors about him over a drink at the pub when her father had started sheltering resistance fighters. Yet none of the stories compared to the man that stood in front of her now.  

Blue eyes following the length of his outstretched hand the blonde closed the space between them carefully. Each step guiding her further away from the comfort of everything she had ever known. Have faith, my love, her fathers last words still rang in her ears. Straightening her shoulders as she made up her mind, Mays accepted his hand as her other hand grazed against the hilt of her fathers saber still hidden in her cloak. “Teach me what you know.” 

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sir that’s my emotional support knife collection

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nonverbal memes

leneemusing‌:

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

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Brother Diarmuid Pilgrimage (2017)

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“If I have to die for what Ragnar and I believed in, it is worth it” - Lagertha, Vikings 6x06 (Death and the Serpent)

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sparknshinerpmemes‌:

Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

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                      There’s a shadow just behind me                             Shrouding every breath I take                        Making every promise empty                                    Pointing every finger at me                              Waiting like a stalking butler                                                 Who upon the finger rests?

            Clyde Fergus: Independent : Private: OC adored by Kikimacabre

credit to X

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finally got around to the timeline for Mays and she would’ve been 22 when she survived her family’s massacre.. which means;

Kyle (26- Maysilee’s oldest brother) was the first one infected during a classified mission overseas. He later turned and killed his pregnant wife Amelia (25) along with both of his parents at the Williams residence. He eventually bit his brother Jonathan (24), home on break from Law School who had tried and failed to protect the twins Luke/Tyler (19) with the family rifle. 

Maysilee witnessed all of this while she hid in the closet like a coward, until Kyle went after their youngest sister Kaydie (12). Unfortunately by the time she had separated kyle’s head from the rest of his body it was already too late. 

It’s the core of her characterization that she believes her only hope for redemption is to protect her new make-shift family like she should’ve back in Tennessee. 

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A lone eyebrow quirked at his comment, her smile shifting from amusement to something else. “I’d hope not,” Maysilee agreed, teasingly kissing the knuckle of his finger as she looked up at him. Enjoying his proximity and the warmth of his arms around her. Shifting her attention back up the old dirt road behind them, winding its way lazily through the countryside back to town, she felt her heart stutter nervously. “So.. you know that news I had earlier?” 

cont. from X @thisisa-knife​

    “Aye…cause’ they dinnae come cheap…” The mechanic snorts with a crooked grin, nearly closing the gap between them as he’s dragged into her abruptly, avoiding an unwanted discussion over his appearance, and slipping a greased stained finger over her lips. It’s the smallest of gestures but one that warms him to the bone and tingles at every nerve, for he’s deeply missed the feel of her flesh against his own. 

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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Link

Wasn’t tagged, but felt like trying this out with my favorite gal 💕

Try it out if you’d like!

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🤝 + Clyde x Mays {although theyre a bit more than friends lol}

Friendship Ask 

texts the other memes at 3 am: Mays loves to send him mechanic memes in the hopes it’ll make him smile. 

tries to convince the other to do an idea that definitely sounds questionable: Mays, this girl gets Clyde into all kinds of questionable situations (to be fair he does tell her it’s a stupid idea before inevitably doing said questionable thing)

is the designated driver and who always gets wasted: they typically get drunk together but even then Clyde usually drives. 

always has to host the impromptu sleepover: Clyde, because Mays likes to sneak out at night and visit him. 

who’s netflix account gets mooched off of: They both mooch off of a mutual friend because they don’t have their own accounts

brings all the snacks and who supplies the movie: Mays brings the snacks leaving Clyde to figure out what movie they haven’t seen together already

is usually the first one to say sorry after a fight: Mays, though she’s very stubborn about it

is the ‘ mom friend ‘: Clyde looks out for Mays when she isn’t paying attention

calls the other at 12 am to wish the other a happy birthday without fail: Mays stops when Clyde insists that he doesn’t like to celebrate getting older, so by default Clyde calls or texts Mays before she falls asleep to wish her a happy birthday. 

is the better wingman to the other: In this case Mays, because there’s no way Clyde would get roped into helping Mays get laid. 

‘ the strong must protect the sweet ‘ , who’s the ‘ strong ‘ and who’s the ‘ sweet ‘: Clyde is the Strong, Mays is the sweet. 

pulls the other up for karaoke to sing a duet together: If - and only if - it’s at his house on movie nights Clyde will hype Mays up enough to hear her sing. Mays would have better luck forcing a horse to drink water than pulling Clyde up on stage to sing a duet together in public. 

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Blue eyes tracking the flip of his palm Maysilee couldn’t hide the small bubble of laughter that came from his reluctance to believe her. Head ducked to hide the blush that bloomed across her cheeks at the laugh the blonde shook her head. “You’re so handsome,” She corrected herself, a small teasing smile gracing her lips at the words. Hooking her fingers in his belt loops to pull him closer Mays looked up at him in amusement, “though I guess I should take the compliment, huh?” 

You’re so beautiful

    “Ah’ think ye’ve got that tha other way round’ Blondie…” The mechanic sighs with a playful nod, flipping his hand over the edge of her face, nearly twirling a loose strand of hair around his finger. Being jovial and tender, was devoid of his being, his person, but with her, it felt like he couldn’t behave in any other way. Mays had broken his code, his invisible bylaws and pulled him away from the nihilistic man he was, giving him a reason to live, and being soft with her was of no consequence.