#{deacon.}

[sclfcare]

" did you take a test . . . ? i mean ─── do you know for sure ? "

[survivedsarchived]

@doomdays said: it’s easy to get paranoid when you’re isolated. (deacon + emori)

“i don't think it's paranoia if you've got a valid reason to be cautious.” case in point: the state of the world. too many people looking for a fight, to claim what's yours — or your life. deacon's arms cross together, absentmindedly rubbing the still-bubbled, scarred skin of his forearm, where a tattoo had been, long ago — before it had been burned away.

he sniffs, and he thinks, for a moment, that he can smell burning flesh.

his expression flattens to a grimace as he glances towards emori, mindful of her son, not so far away. his presence reigns in some of the irritation deacon feels brewing in his chest, exhaled harshly through flaring nostrils before he shakes his head dismissively, hands unclasping, knuckles rapping against wood as they rest against the table. “—whatever. i come to check on you, let you know what's going on 'round here, and you're gonna lecture me as thanks?” deacon manages a half-hearted tone, light and teasing, but the creases around his eyes betray his concern. “maybe you're right. maybe i didn't really see anyone out there. but, just in case i did... maybe you should let me stay the night.” not that he doesn't think she couldn't handle it herself, if it'd come to a fight — but the sun's getting low, and he'd be looking for a place soon, anyway. “if it's okay with you and the kid.”

[contrariian]

more tag dump 😩

[vietsoul]

Jax: "You've got the nicest body I've ever seen. I don't think I'm done, how can I ever get enough of you?" Jax Hayes & Johnny Donovan Jax & Deacon, 2019 - S**n Cody

[psmith73]

What We Do In The Shadows (2014) // What We Do In The Shadows (6x11)

[hamletthedane]

Still laughing at Brian May offhandedly writing the greatest understatement in the history of academia in his astrophysics doctoral dissertation:

Ah, yes - “various pressures.” Like being one of the greatest guitarists ever and playing/writing/singing for the most legendary rock band of all time.

Those various pressures.

[hunnam]

[roosterm3at]

If you're wondering why this is 2 days late I'm blaming these idiots for not getting their Christmas card sent out on time

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[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Survivor - Zombie Apocalypse Au

Yandere! Survivor who's at ground zero when the infected start attacking. Who watches the world turn to chaos in the blink of an eye.

Yandere! Survivor who's willing to face off against hordes of infected because he wants to live. Even if the grisly horror of it turns his stomach.

Yandere! Survivor who knows there isn't hope for anything. The army is scattered and helpless. The cities are overrun. The people don't have a chance in hell.

Yandere! Survivor who knows but fights anyway.

Yandere! Survivor who saves you from a whole pack of infected. Who can't belive his eyes when he sees you. The city is overrun with freaks and you're still wearing a pretty little sundress, not a single weapon in sight.

Yandere! Survivor who stands frozen when you hug him. Who can feel the way you're trembling, your fingers knotted into his shirt. Who finds his voice and promises to keep you safe. Somehow.

Yandere! Survivor who fights tooth and nail to get you out of the city. Who scavenges guns and ammo off dead soldiers and tries not to look into their milky, rotting eyes.

Yandere! Survivor who finally has someone to look out for and it makes the loneliness much more bearable.

Yandere! Survivor who gets stronger each day. Who can feel his muscles literally straining against his shirt.

Yandere! Survivor who tries to teach you self defence and fails miserably, because every time he has you pinned under him he can't help but get turned on.

Yandere! Survivor who inspects the hem of your sundress and let's his knuckles brush against your thighs. Who scoffs and tells you its way too flimsy to keep you safe, that a zombie could bite straight through it.

"Hell, I could rip it off without even trying."

Yandere! Survivor who loves how helpless and scared you are. Who feels a rush of pride every time a zombie shrieks and you immediately grab onto him.

Yandere! Survivor who quickly learns to trade with other survivors but to never let his guard down.

Yandere! Survivor who notices the way men stare at you. Like they're dying for a taste of you even worse than the zombies are. Who notices the way people talk about you like you belong to him.

'Your girl.'

Like you're his property or something.

Yandere! Survivor who feels a rush of pride every time it happens. And soon he starts thinking that way too. You're his responsibility therefore you are his.

Yandere! Survivor who never settles down or allies himself with other people. He doesn't trust them. But more than that, he doesn't trust them around you.

Yandere! Survivor who finds it easier and easier to kill the infected. And from there, it's just a small step to start killing the living.

Yandere! Survivor who slits the throats of an entire trading party because he heard them talking about you. In the morning, he tells you they just left early and that it's nothing to worry about.

Yandere! Survivor who doesn't let your disappointment linger when you have to leave camp and move on. Who constantly reminds you he's doing what's best for you.

Yandere! Survivor who insists on being with you when you bath in the rivers and lakes that dot the countryside. He'll keep his back turned for most of it, but inevitably he'll find an excuse to turn around and watch you. Your clothes always cling to you afterwards and he's throat always goes dry when they do.

Yandere! Survivor who takes any chance he can to share a bunk or sleeping bag with you. Who tosses his arm around your waist and tells you it's just to conserve heat.

Yandere! Survivor who knows there isn't a future for the world, but he'll be damned if he can't see one with you.

[herecomesshawn]

I was going to put strong in but failed miserably

[sayodoko]

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

[survivedsarchived]

@doomdays i’m happy to help. (aaron + deacon)

“yeah, i think i'm good.” a watery stream of blood dribbles from his nose, words strained through pained breaths, chest heaving as deacon lifts his bike: slow and unsteady in its initial ascent, a hard sigh of relief coughed up once it's righted. it's far from his first crash, further from the worst — a stretch of road not as littered with the husks of long-dead cars, where he could catch some more speed, and perhaps he wouldn't be able to stand so quickly.

another hacking cough produces some more blood, spat out on the asphalt before deacon glances upward, eyes narrowed in a glare; not at aaron, but just beyond him, centered on the freak that'd prompted him to swerve — splayed out on the road, little more than a head and torso, its legs crushed to hell.

by a car, he presumes.

“bastard wasn't here last time i came through.” hands still cling to the bike's grips, deacon resting himself against the frame — breaths slowly coming easier, but not without pain, sharp and deep. a fractured rib, maybe. deacon's had enough in the past that he feels comfortable diagnosing it.

“you following me?” he turns his attention on aaron suddenly, grimacing. “you really that committed to the whole welcome wagon shit?”

[jakface]

deacon's shiny beacon

[arachanine]

Sketches for some redesigns I’m working on. I plan on doing every companion

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Queen (1984)