#;i see that town -ic

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@creatureshrieks liked for a sentence starter (for Bubba!)

James is taking a huge risk by approaching the killer, but there's something in the way that Leatherface is cowering that reminds him a lot of himself. Timidly, he extends his hands in a way that one would try to calm down a large animal.

"H-Hey..." He stammers, tilting his head to try to get a better look at the masked face tucked away behind large, work worn hands, "You... You okay?"

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[lizzybeeee]

"So, how was your time in the south?"

"...eventful."

[violetren]

Things that cannot defeat the TARDIS...

Being jettisoned into the Z-Neutrino energy core of the Dalek Crucible.

Being turned into a self cannibalising paradox machine by The Master.

Being shunted into a human body while it's own body gets possessed by a sentient TARDIS devouring asteroid.

Things that can defeat the TARDIS...

One cup of coffee with a splash of cold milk.

[feketeribizli]

saint george imaginery...

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The fact that Wesker can so easily overpower him does something to James. It causes his breath to hitch, and as the Mastermind leans in to close that gap once again, he tries to breathe in through his nose as not to tip his hand and reveal himself. It backfires. Immediately he's greeted with the scent of cigarettes, and that warm, spicy smell that seems to emanate from Wesker naturally. It's that same smell that clings to that coveted jacket. The same one that slides along the back of his skull like an oil spill.

And then he's free.

James stumbles a bit, his mind returning to his body as he realizes that he's no longer in Wesker's hold. He rubs his jaw, hissing slightly at the pain before smoothing his gaze back over to the other man. He's... really not sure what to do now. Should he run? Was that tempting fate? Should he stay? He sort of... grimaces, bringing up his shoulders before looking away again.

"... Yeah." Whether or not he means it is another story. Most likely he does, but the situation he's found himself is so bizarre and that feeling is still slithering along his brain that he's sort of half aware of what's really going on. He's probably going to have some bruises later.

"I'm... sorry for- ... for touching your things." It was probably going to be the last time he touched anything related to Wesker. The thought gives him a confusing swirl of emotions, and he looks away once again.

"Not yet."

The answer cuts like a knife. Emphasized by the tightening of the hold that he has over the other man. Even when the sorrow begins to spill fourth he offers no pity or concern. It feels like victory, like rubbing salt into a wound he has only just detected.

"Look at that face, so deflated and downcast. Like a wet cat in a human's body." He scoffs, tilting James head back ever so slightly as if to inspect him better. "You could die at the hands of every single killer in this place and never hope to escape. Death will not free you."

The memory of what the other man had dared to say to him, just moments before, reignites Wesker's temper. He leans so that his much taller form crowds the other - lower his head so that it inches away from Jame's. "Speak to me like that again and I will make you wish that you never laid eyes upon me. Do you understand?" He presses, speaking each word like he's grinding salt into an open wound.

With that he loosens his hold. Letting James free once again.

[dailyhtfboards]

Day 27

Today’s board is:

Happy Valentine’s Day!! Have uhh Giggles’s exposed heart :] (I didn’t have time to get board from one of the actual Valentines episodes sorry)

(From TV episode 5A Every Litter Bit Hurts)

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Someone should make an analysis of Amphibia's geography for fanfic writing purposes and by someone I mean Oh god please let there be something out there so I won't be tempted to procastinate on studying for my finals working on a detailed world map for a fantasy Disney show about talking frogs and polyamorous lesbian divorce when the writers themselves probably didn't think much about it beyond what would be funny in each individual episode

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EPISODE 2 AND 3 HAVE BEEN SOOOO FUN im already so emotionally attached to each of these characters.. if anything bad ever happens to any of them im killing everyone and then everyone.

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The "reply" to the note does not come in the form of a written note of his own. instead, it manifests as the crumbling of wood when The Mastermind unceremoniously claws his way through the nearest breakable door.

"You request is denied." He curtly says. "Now start running..."

Jesus FUCKING Christ.

James practically leaps out of his skin, letting out a surprised yell as the splinters of wood clatter onto the floor. The halls of Midwich are cramped and even more so when there's someone like the Mastermind on his tail. He's already running, booking it down the tainted corridor sprinting at full speed.

"What about the chocolate?!" Really James? Really? Honestly you can't blame him. It's probably a nervous response.

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Static.

It ripped through the silence and the fog like a knife. The sound caused James to tense, sweeping his head left and right before focusing on a singular building in particular. Without warning, without explanation, he pulled Dana along with him more forcefully, bringing her to the shadow the brick wall cast from above. With his back against the wall, he reached into his jacket, turning the volume down on the radio so it could be heard just by the two of them.

Eyes the color of lake water stared out, vigilant. His entire body language and demeanor changed within just that small span of time, and the timid and uncertain James Sunderland was left behind for a man who had Seen Too Much. Who Knew Too Much. Who had Done Too Much. His hand let go of Dana's, and retrieved the pistol he was keeping tucked away.

"Keep your voice down." Confidence. Assertiveness. "They go after light and sound."

Everything around her felt as though it were a scene from a film, one that she could hardly see herself as an actress in. With each blink of her eyes, it felt as though she was pulled DEEPER into it all, the questions beginning to pile up and reside in her chest with each passing moment. Her eyes gazed about as they walked, trying to pick up on ANY sign of life that she could find; everything felt hollow here.

"Yeah?" A part of her didn't believe him, and yet she couldn't be so FRANK. His tone felt off, but so did the rest of the world around her now. Perhaps the more time she spent here, the more off the world around her would feel. It brought a sense of unease to her stomach, her eyes flickered from him before she glanced down at her feet. How long had they been walking for?

"Sounds good," her head nodded as she continued on, eyes still focused on her feet. There was a peculiar feeling, the sense that she felt more GROUNDED the longer she stared at the ground versus the place she was now. It brought back the feeling of her own control, as though she had a larger hand to play than she felt originally.

"So... I guess we should sort of talk about the elephant in the room," Dana's mind was finding the courage, the need for answers. "How did you end up here? I mean, this place isn't exactly on the map-" she almost wondered the same for herself, the longer she thought about it, the further from the answer she seemed to get. "It sort of felt like I always knew the way here, but I don't think.... I've never been here before-"

[daily-tf2-medic]

Its BEARY nice to meet you.. EUGH EUGHAHHEYUWYHHQWHHWHWHHHHHUAGHHHHHHH

-✈

[starry-eyer]

god tywin lannister deserved worse

just remembering elias death and i wanna puke and the way tywin talks about elia and what happened is so damn gross

but rip tommen and myrcella we all know what’s about to happen in the next book :/

the cycle of violence just keeps spinning and damn you tywin for beginning it

(i got a bit crazy in the tags 💀)

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

made these awhile ago most proud of echo because LOOKAT HIMMMM

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The idea that anyone would want to talk to him is always a surprise for James, The idea that someone new and someone like Jed would want to talk to a loner like him was definitely a surprise. Maybe the new person was just being friendly. Maybe he was just trying to be nice. James isn't sure how to feel about it, especially when one of the first things he's asked about is his time in the military. There's a bashfulness that washes over the survivor as he reaches up and rubs the back of his neck. His green eyes shift away as the tip of his boots touch.

"I um... I went through Basic Training." He admits, barely remembering those days. He doesn't have a lot of memories of his time in the service. Most of them have been drowned out by his years of drinking or the sorrow of losing Mary.

"But uh ... My service was very limited." It was a miracle he didn't get discharged for a number of reasons, "I um... I guess it's been useful. Why? You uh... Did you serve?" Maybe that's why he asked. Perhaps that was something they had in common?

@gotaletter liked for a starter.

jed is bundled up by the campfire in his button down and slacks. there's even a pen in his front shirt pocket, for good measure. as plain as ever, a man ripped from his reality. it's been some time since he's adopted this visage, but every mask has its use, and jed is necessary right now. after satisfying the curiosity of a few of the survivors with meaty lies, they've stopped fretting over him. as far as anyone is concerned, he's a journalist plunged into the trials just like anyone else. finally, a moment to breathe, and a moment to question his target.

the others are milling about and jed clears his throat, shuffles himself over to sit next to james. brown eyes watch his features with a level of fixation not matched in his body language, not in the way he makes his shoulders small, nor the humble smile he offers. "your jacket... you're military? did you see active service? i'd imagine some training would come in handy for a place like this..."

[appalamutte]

spending this sunday morning pondering how the long and convoluted network of decisions we make everyday leads us to the people and places we love now