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Sorry I haven’t been here!! Work and Uni are kicking my ass so yeah. Besides that my mental state has been terrible and I’ve been having more headaches in these last few weeks than I normally have in 6 months so that’s nice. I’ve been edging on a migraine so I’ve been taking things slow. I will get back to this blog, but first I need my health to improve... Love you all still!!

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Sore loser (paddyfuck):

    “  ——   far too honest fer yer own good, aren’t ya ?  ‘cept when it comes to MARIO KART,  eh  ?   you’ve my head turnt wit’ it.  ”

          “Too honest, yes, but come on, have y’ still not forgotten ‘bout the mario kart thing? I told you I didn’t do anything wrong, it was just the game! Or my brilliant techniques.”

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@runsthingss continued from ( x )

          “A’right, I guess y’ got me there.”     He wasn’t the best liar, and did not have the best ‘poker face’. Perhaps it was something he would never learn. But then again, he was quite the honest type, so there was no need to lie ----- especially not to her.     “But I might’ve lost a bet t’ Jim, and now we’re the ones t’ eat those old tuna cans this weekend.”    Not the best move, of course, and he knew it wasn’t going to be a feast meal, but had he won, he would have had something tasty... but it was a shame that didn’t happen. Now Jim and his wife were the lucky ones to enjoy a good meal. Perhaps the worst part of losing this bad was bringing this news to Maria. The tuna was something he could live with, even if the smell would be horrible.     “I hope y’ like fish?”

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sorry for not having been here this whole week but life got really busy all of a sudden oops :’) anyway i’ll try to write today!!

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Tommy saw the world one way. I saw it the other.

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BOLD what your muse can do. italicize for something they can do to some extent. repost !! do not reblog!!

bake a cake from scratch   /  ride a horse   /   drive a submarine   /   speak a second language /   dance   /  catch a fish   /   play an instrument /   throw a punch  /   build a deck    /  ice skate /  unclog a drain  /  program a computer  /   change a flat tire  / fire a gun  /   sew   /   juggle   /  play poker  /   paint   /  fly a kite  /  sculpt  /   write poetry   /  change a diaper   /   sing   /   shoot a bow and arrow   /   ride a bike   /   swim   /   sail a boat  /   do a backflip  /   play chess  /  give cpr /   pitch a tent /   flirt /   stitch a wound  /   read palms    /   use chopsticks   /   write in cursive calligraphy   /   use an electric drill /   braid hair /  make a campfire  /   make a mixed drink  /  do sudoku puzzles   /  wrap a gift  /   give a good massage  /   jump start a car  /  roll their tongue  /   do magic tricks   /    do yoga  /   tie a tie  /   skip a rock  /   shuffle a deck of cards  /   read morse code   / pick a lock   /   fly a plane   /   train a dog/cat   /   fix a car /  apologize  /    write a business letter  /   write in a second language  /   say the alphabet backwards  /   read music   /   cook complex meals    /  change oil   /  paint nails /  draw   /socialize   /   march   /   take apart a gun   /   drive a rig   /   operate a tank   /  climb a tree  / rock climb  /   tie a cherry stem   /   basic first aid /  draw blood  /   put out a fire

TAGGED BY: @surviivorborn <3 TAGGING: @runsthingss - @oldsins - @oldloss - @oldbite - @oldtags

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"That wife of yers STILL scares me ya know."

( @wearesurvivxrs )

          “Well what can I say.”    He knew how intimidating she could be. He’d been familiar with it ever since he met her, and it was one of the many things that had drawn him to her. She could stand her own, she could fight for her own worth. Strong and brave, set on surviving and making it through this hell. And he could only support her through this, just as much as she supported him as well.    “She can be quite stern, but she’s not as cold as she might seem once y’ get t’ know her.”

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*throws Maria at you* helllooo!!

Love of my life starts playing

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Anne (paddyfuck):

     “   jesus,   take it y’never went back, then  ?   if yer gonna gamble y’gotta know how to cheat.  ”

          “I ain’t no good at cheatin’, but I indeed never went back. I should, though... I’ve gotten better at it now.”

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‘ It takes ONE. —- ONE FUCK UP.      ONE FUCK UP and then I turn into one of those widows, Okay? ’ —- independent & semi-selective MARIA from THE LAST OF US

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Ellie (bottlethrown):

              a quote that she wholeheartedly stuck by, to push through the hardships that this horrible world throws them into. to find something to keep fighting for. almost seemed surreal that this small girl, her mutated blood, could possibly be the cure for all of mankind; to finally put an end to the cordeyceps infection once && for all.

              “ yeah–I’m sure it will be, once I get to the fireflies, everything should start to get better..right? “ though, unsure what the procedure would be to extract the cure, maybe a prick on the arm or something, needles give her the creeps. “ I don’t doubt the intentions of them, honestly. “

          “They’re good people.”    He reassured her, though he felt like it was a fact instead of a simple opinion. No matter what other thought of them, whether they were corrupt or not, he had not once experienced anything bad during his alliance with the fireflies. He only left because he could not find peace with the speed of their methods, and their promises of anything new coming soon. Though, had he known of her, he probably would have given it another chance. But it was too late now, he would not go back, no matter what.    “I’m sure they will take good care of ya.”

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‘ It takes ONE. —- ONE FUCK UP.      ONE FUCK UP and then I turn into one of those widows, Okay? ’ —- independent & semi-selective MARIA from THE LAST OF US

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Bill (wisenedup):

“… You got me there.” Bill would always have Tommy’s back, no matter what shit they got into… or the shit that Joel dragged them into.       He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. Those first few years after the outbreak… they were hard to forget, and the fall of the Columbus QZ was burned into his memory. God, the screams-      “I dunno what’s fuckin’ wrong with people.” He had been one of those fools to help others for no reason other than it was the right thing to do, and he’d had it turn right around to bite his ass so many times that he had sworn it off for good- fat lot of good that did when someone else looked like they needed him, though. He was right there to make the same damn trusting mistakes.

          “It’s become survival of the fittest...”    They had become animals. All of them. Even himself, despite not wanting to admit it. They would attack and kill to survive, only to be better off themselves. He had tried to help others out, but it had always been refused by his brother. Still, he would try to help others, would they be in need. Often it had turned on him, but sometimes he had gained a friendship. It was why he had joined the fireflies, as they promised to help others, and he wanted to be a part of it. Especially considering they were thinking of a cure.     “People have become more selfish than they were. It’s kill or be killed. It’s why they never offer help anymore; they think it’ll be the end of ‘em in some way.”    And they were right to think so, in some way, as it was often that those who offered help would be killed, only to be robbed of a gun and some clothes.

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Joel (wearesurvivxrs):

    “We were the dynamic duo and you know it.” As much as he would love to deny the last part, Joel can’t. All he does is shrug as he stands up. “Yeah well it tends to follow me around. Not like I invite it in. Nothin’ I can do about that otherwise I would’ve tried to ditch it a long time ago.” 

          “Never said I would try t’ deny it. I don’t even think there’s somethin’ wrong with it. In fact, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”     In the end, their past had defined them the way they are, and so he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Besides that, it had been quite a lot of fun as well.     “Trouble will always find a victim, and that victim often seems t’ be you. But it’s fine, y’ know. You at least know how to hold yerself up.”

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Bill (wisenedup):

The order gave him pause- it had been years since he had heard that voice, but it pulled a name from his memories.      His arms dropped to his sides as he saw the face behind the door. “Holy shit-” Relief almost floored him, and a disbelieving grin stretched over his features. “Jesus, Tommy.” How long had it been? It was hard to think about say, but it felt like seeing a brother again.      “Lookin’ fer you, actually. Half expected we wouldn’t find you- fuckin’ good t’see yer still kicking.” 

          “Could say th’ same ‘bout you.”    Certainly, he is happy to see a familiar face, something he hadn’t seen in a long while. He often wondered whether his friends and family would be still alive somewhere, though there was no way to check up on them other than to go and see them, or find them. But that was basically a suicide mission. Yet, to see him here, also caused him to gain a lot of questions about it. If Bill was this far from his town, then his town must be under attack, or he would be here for a different reason.     “What’re y’ doin’ ‘round ‘ere? This is no place for you, considering you’d never leave your town.”

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??? (poiiscd):

Startled, stiffening gaze snaps toward the man. And she thought she’d been so careful. 

It’s true the once-homes here stood like skeletons; Some, their structual integrity barely intact. But it wasn’t food or even supplies she was looking for. Hidden here was something borrowed, something L O S T. Certain it had to be here, it’s value to most was none. 

  ❝ You’d be surprised what gets overlooked.❞   Hannah opens a drawer with feigned interest. ❝ I think it goes without saying.❞ Opens a second drawer.

❝ Do you mind? ❞

     He raised an eyebrow, though shrugged short after. If she wanted to waste her own time, then she could go ahead. He wouldn’t stop her if she desperately wanted to continue.    “Not at all, go ahead. I’m just sayin’ that if y’re lookin’ for somethin’ good, there’s not much t’ find. My guys have been here ‘bout a week ago.”     No lie, as truly, they would search the places thoroughly and bring back anything they deem useful. Food would always be taken, no matter how small, unless it would have gone bad.    “What’re y’ lookin’ for anyway?”

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awe! that's so sweet for the offer! i appreciate it and sure yeah! and it's honestly no rush :) but i believe i may use charlize theron for now :))

Oooh that sounds good as well!! But honestly, I can make you a theme if you want it, no problem at all! ^^ I’m just glad someone’s willing to make a Maria in the first place ahahaha!!