#; oh c h r i s t in a handbasket! (Ellis)

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@askthesarcasticbastard continued

While at any other time, Ellis wouldn’t be this exhausted and would be messing with Nick, it was one dead sprint to the next while they were on the way to this safehouse. He lost track of how many bullets he wasted, and god knows how many close calls he had before he and Nick barricaded themselves in here.

“Yer tellin’ me,” He mumbles, still trying to stop the sweat from pouring down his forehead. “If I were in better shape I woulda been in here ‘fore the zombies even noticed me.”

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@bootsnbanjos

Ellis hadn’t been home from the hospital for very long. His arm was in a sling and he was banged up pretty bad, but aside from his left arm being broken, the worst he’d deal with would be bruises. He already had a few blooming on his legs-- it was amazing he hadn’t broken at least one when he fell, but he’d landed mostly on his arm, so that’s what got the most damage.

He was glad his dad had gone to bed when Keith called, and he sat next to his window-- the same one he was pushed out of-- and stared outside at the dark while he talked to Keith. He’d cried himself out on the way to the hospital, now he was just exhausted. But he didn’t refuse when Keith said he’d come get him, quietly sneaking out-- through the front door this time, no way he’d be able to scale his house like he normally would.

He didn’t hesitate as he got into the truck with Keith, silent as they drove away. He unbuckled his own seatbelt when they stopped, and damn it all, even though Ellis didn’t think he had any tears left in him, when Keith hugged him more started to flow. He buried his face in Keith’s chest, his good arm wrapping around him.

At least he had Keith to count on.

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| Happy Pride Month, lovelies! In honor of Pride, I’ve made a few photos of some of my favorite/main muses with either their sexual or romantic orientations, with the one I usually emphasize being used for the filter. Sam B is bi. Peter Quill is ace. Daryl Dixon is ace. Valentine is pan. Ellis is ace. Negan is pan. R is ace. Mad Sweeney is pan. Kraglin is gay. Gamzee is pan. As for me, I’ll post a few filtered pics of myself in a few minutes. :3 |

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I can be outraged, but not a traitor, I can be distant, but I'm no stranger, I am a target, but without danger, It's the way that you love me, the way that you love me! I can be strong, but not without weakness, I can be helpless, but not defeated, I can be cut deep, but I'm not bleeding, It's the way that you love me, the way that you love me! I am not alone here, I'm not on my own here, I am not alone, I'm not on my own! (‘Cause I am) Running with giants everywhere I go! It's an unspoken alliance, So I can just let go! I've been running with giants everywhere I go! It's an unspoken alliance, So I can just let go!

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We are, we are, We are made from broken parts! We are, we are We are broken from the start! And our hearts, our hearts, They were beating in the dark! ‘Cause we are, we are, We are built from broken parts!

If you can lose it all, Then welcome to Broadway Silicone dreams And your name on the Marquee And I can hold it up, But I hold it up hardly It’s hotter here in hell, But it’s getting real dark, see? So all you sick And the bitterness of the lonely To all you overdosed and You miles of coke fiends, Every step, another step, You’re walking on my dreams Every breath, another breath, You’re breathing when I breathe I watched ‘em all come, Gotta watch the rest go I’m married to the devil In the city of angels So come, all you wicked, To the world of the empty You know I need it all, So baby, don’t tempt me I’m knocking on your door, Nope, nobody sent me! Just checking all you bitches Like I’m checking this check sheet So put your hats on, Lohner, don’t get soft You can see God When I take my mask off!

We are, we are, We are made from broken parts! We are, we are We are broken from the start! And our hearts, our hearts, They were beating in the dark! ‘Cause we are, we are, We are built from broken parts!

The fame is your best friend, You love it, no questions Beating down the door Is the face of rejection And once again, It’s a tragedy anthem We never wanted more, We never needed your blessing Who could give a fuck About a kid with a dream? 'Cause stories aren’t told About the ones unseen With a gleam in his eye, His middle finger to the sky Crooked smile on his face, He doesn’t think he can die So grab a pick and an axe ‘Cause we try, we cry Into the bottle of Jack, Then we die inside So when you look in his eyes, What you see now? Murder the monster you’ve made Then watch him bleed out (Bleed out!) We’re in a life Where it’s kill or lose Just lie, motherfucker, ‘Til you hear the truth From the under the street, Through the gutters of youth Just cry, motherfucker, Yeah, I’m talking to you!

We are, we are, We are made from broken parts! We are, we are We are broken from the start! And our hearts, our hearts, They were beating in the dark! 'Cause we are, we are, We are built from broken parts!

(No one!) From the city of angels! (No one!) An empty vessel of devils! (Can take away) Is there no one to save us? (What’s ours!) Through my eyes, see the world that you gave us!

We are, we are, We are made from broken parts! We are, we are We are broken from the start! And our hearts, our hearts, They were beating in the dark! 'Cause we are, we are, We are built from broken parts!

(We are, we are) From the city of angels! An empty vessel of devils! (We are, we are) Is there no one to save us? Through my eyes, see the world that you gave us!

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((Okay, so I know I have a lot of zombie apocalypse muses, mainly TWD muses, following me. Daryl and Negan get a good amount of interactions, Morgan's gotten a few, and that does make me happy. :3 HOWEVER. I have a good selection of non-TWD zombie apocalypse muses, and I'd love to do things with them more often. So... Like this if you'd like a starter from one of my non-TWD zombie apocalypse babes! I'm going to list them right here: Nick and Ellis (from L4D2) R (from Warm Bodies) Sam B and John Morgan (from Dead Island/Riptide) If you'd like a specific muse/muses, either reply to this or message me! Otherwise, I'll give you a random one. If you'd like for the zombies to only be TWD walkers (in the case of Dead Island/L4D2) then let me know! My Dead Island muses will always be immune, in any case.))

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Record scratch; Steve Miller Band, Tattooed necks, And tattooed hands, Oh, how don't you drown In a rain storm? Fresh regrets, Vodka sweats, The sun is down, And we're bound to get Exhausted and so far From the shore You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself, I'll break it to you easy, This is hell! This is hell! You're looking and whispering, You think I'm someone else, This is hell, yes! Literal hell! We don't have to talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to smile, We don't have to make friends! It's so nice to meet you, Let's never meet again! We don't have to talk, We don't have to dance! We don't have to dance!

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You and me, We're in this together now! None of them can stop us now! We will make it through somehow! You and me, Even after everything, You're the Queen And I'm the King! Nothing else means anything! Anything! Anything...

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((Alright, guys, I’ve decided to do the little aesthetic thing with my tags now, so this is a tag dump. All of the characters are normal, no fancy letters bc they’d be un-typable on mobile. I’m gonna list them here before putting them in the tags:

; m o t h e r f u c k i n g miracles (Gamzee) ; orange h e l l i o n (Calsprite) ; oh c h r i s t in a handbasket! (Ellis) ; c a n d y a s s e s! (Nick) ; we a i n ’ t ashes (Daryl) ; Lucille is t h i r s t y (Negan) ; all life is p r e c i o u s (Morgan) ; who do you v o o d o o bitch? (Sam B) ; I’m still a s o l d i e r (John) ; silver t o u n g e (Yoyo) ; say s o m e t h i n g human (R) ; t a s t y treat (Cupcake) ; nyeh h e h heh! (Papyrus) ; gonna have a b a d time (Sans) ; got it m e m o r i z e d? (Axel) ; sniperest s n i p e r there is (Vassili) ; I am c o n s c i o u s n e s s (Chappie) ; stone c o l d… and red hot! (Valentine) ; I fight for l i b e r a t i o n (Aveline) ; for science… y o u monster (GLaDOS) ; I s e e the world (Ivy) ; p u m p k i n prince (Jack) ; so s w e e t it’ll make your bones hurt! (River) ; I put a s p e l l on you! (Winifred) ; I’m a m o n s t e r (Adam) ; I am G r o o t (Groot)

I’ll have to change the rest of my tags, but until then I’ll use both so they’re easily-discoverable on my blog.))

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@bootsnbanjos

Ellis’ blush spread completely across his face when Keith grabbed his hand, and being teased just made him blush brighter, making him duck his head and cover his face with his free hand.

“Sh-shut up, y’jerk...” Keith knew too well how to make him blush.

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@bootsnbanjos

At first, Ellis keeps a straight face, only raising a brow and shrugging when Keith questions him-- but he breaks when his mom is mentioned, snorting and lightly shoving Keith’s shoulder. “She ain’t gonna believe I did nothin’, jackass.”

He snickers as Keith asks about his mom, adjusting his own cap before he sticks his hands in his pockets. “Y’really gotta ask? Why don’t’cha c’mon down, she’s always happy t’see ya.” If he’s not mistaken, his mom’s probably cooking right now...

[bootsnbanjos]

Keith could feel his heart breaking for Ellis, turning in his seat and wrapping both arms around him; he lightly ran his hand up and down his back in attempt to calm him down. He just wanted to Ellis’ pain away, if he could he would; Keith didn’t know how it felt but he could atleast be there for him to help him through it.

“I know it’s rough, buddy...” he says, his voice just above a whisper, “..he don’t know how lucky he is havin’ you and your mama. He’s a damn fool.” Part of him was trying to mimick how his own mother had comforted him while she was around, he other part was trying to cater to what Ellis likely wanted. He leaned his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before resting his head atop of it, continuing to rub his back.

“So long as I’m around, can’t he or nothin’ else hurtcha.. I promise, bud.”

@bootsnbanjos

Ellis hadn’t been home from the hospital for very long. His arm was in a sling and he was banged up pretty bad, but aside from his left arm being broken, the worst he’d deal with would be bruises. He already had a few blooming on his legs– it was amazing he hadn’t broken at least one when he fell, but he’d landed mostly on his arm, so that’s what got the most damage.

He was glad his dad had gone to bed when Keith called, and he sat next to his window– the same one he was pushed out of– and stared outside at the dark while he talked to Keith. He’d cried himself out on the way to the hospital, now he was just exhausted. But he didn’t refuse when Keith said he’d come get him, quietly sneaking out– through the front door this time, no way he’d be able to scale his house like he normally would.

He didn’t hesitate as he got into the truck with Keith, silent as they drove away. He unbuckled his own seatbelt when they stopped, and damn it all, even though Ellis didn’t think he had any tears left in him, when Keith hugged him more started to flow. He buried his face in Keith’s chest, his good arm wrapping around him.

At least he had Keith to count on.