#Faithflness

[perniicious]

@faithfled

the truck wasn't his - but the man he had stole it from a few days ago didn't need it anymore and the stain of blood beneath the boys fingernails was proof enough. he deserved it. he deserved it. he deserved it. buck repeated to himself over and over like some fucked up mantra as he cruised down the vacant stretch of road, a cigarette perched between his lips. on the horizon a storm was rolling in, casting off a sickly green color across the open plains. thunder roared off in the distance when he saw her, drifting across the vast space like a long forgotten ghost. for a moment he believed he was seeing things, after all there hadn't been a single sign of life for miles and he frowns around that cigarette of his, memories of being stranded in the middle of nowhere, exhausted and beaten, flashing through his mind as quickly as that lightening came crashing down to the earth.

there's not a second thought as buck slowly brings his truck to a halt beside the girl, rolling the window down along with an exhale of smoke. his hair fell across his forehead in wild and unruly curls, boyish features worn with sun and dirt, and eyes a sharp green as they look knowingly towards her. "need a ride?"

[fe4r5]

" look at me . don't look at anything else , just -- hey , just keep your eyes on me . " / @faithfled .

[journalingwithjesus]

 Song by Jean Pederson 

Jesus, you’re my sunshine on a dark and cloudy day; You told me that you love me, and you’ll never, never, never away.

Because you are the lily of the valley, You are the apple of my Father’s eye, You are the fairest of ten thousand  You are the only one that will not lie.

Even when I’m lonely, And I don’t know what to do; Jesus you’re my best friend And I know that I can always talk to you.

Because you are the lily of the valley, You are the apple of my Father’s eye, You are the fairest of ten thousand You are the only one that will not lie.

This song reminds me about how Jesus is always ready to listen to rants and deep thoughts, no matter how dark they are. He knows us completely, yet loves us so deeply. That’s the God I serve! He is kind, compassionate and merciful. Sweet Jesus is available to anyone who is willing to invite Him into their business. 

[godspeedts]

Proverbs 3:3  Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck; write them on the tablet of your heart. https://www.godspeedts.com/women/faithfl #faithfulness #faith #faithfull #loyalty #godspeed #keepinitchristian #jesus #proverbs33 #catholic #christian #amen #baptist #pentecostal #lutheran #praise #follow #christiansongs #christianmusic (at New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuAbPeVFaqR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1navh3qrich5l

[perniicious]

@faithfled said : “  if i tell you to leave me behind,  would you listen?  ”

the question felt inevitable, like bracing before a car crash. buck always had the notion in his mind that whatever was blooming between the two had an expiration date. that's just the way things are. people leave. and of course he tried not to care, keep his heart cold and at a distance but somewhere along the miles of road they had traveled, sleeping beneath the open sky and tending to each others mistakes, vivian had crept past his ribcage and made a home in that bloody, beating organ of his. still, he struggles to find an answer, stuck between needing her and wanting what was best for her and really, how could someone like him ever be what is best? "i dont know." he answers honestly, somber green eyes moving from the dancing flames of the bonfire to gaze upon her features in its warm glow. "but i do know i'll be here as long as you want me to be." he pauses. "do you ... want me to leave?"

[perniicious]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  sweat and salty sea air, pine trees and bonfire smoke, with a hint of cigarettes and weed.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  rough and calloused.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?  growing up food was scarce which led buck to be not much of a big eater, often he'll just forget to eat all together which works out with him being homeless and all but when he does eat it's usually canned food, gas station food, or the occasional meal at a diner. if he had to pick a favorite food it would have to be seafood, buck loves anything that comes out of the ocean.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?  Yes! he loves to play guitar and sing and he's pretty damn good at it.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? you can usually tell he's feeling nervous or agitated by how often he runs his hands through his hair or how many cigarettes he's been smoking, also he has a habit of chewing his nails and pacing when he feels restless and anxious.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? dirty!! like he needs a shower lol his clothes are almost always old and torn up and stained, loose jeans, falling apart t-shirts, random sweaters, floral button ups and oversized jackets. really just anything he can find in lost and found or donation bins, bandanas and bracelets made from old fabric. he always has on a necklace with a single seashell on it from where he grew up. he has a few stick and poke tattoos on his arms, hands, and fingers, as well as cartilage piercing on his right ear.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? not at first. affection is something you have to earn with buck both on the giving and receiving end. it takes a deep connection for him to feel comfortable with any sort of tenderness but once he finally does he is a super affectionate person, always going out of his way to make his significant other feel loved and cared for.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?  he's mostly a side sleeper, always curled up into a ball to keep warm seeing as most the time he's sleeping outside.   

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? really it just depends on his mood, when he's feeling low he tends to disappear into the space and not draw attention to himself but when he's feeling manic he can be loud and crazy and totally uncaring.

tagged by: @petitsdieu <3

tagging: @infernalrampage, @depictedblue, @faithfled, @ghsteye, @anthrcpophagi, @nadinehunt, @nitebit, really just anyone who sees it and wants to do it!! pls steal it from me i wanna know about your muses:)

[perniicious]

he can feel her eyes, murky blue and watchful as they swept about the cluttered space between them. probably looking for something to stab him with in case he tried anything. that's what he would do if roles were reversed. lessons learned the hard way. but she's not the only one taking notes - like the way her feet were bare and blistered, her dirty blonde hair disheveled, that artificially sweet smile she had given him that had left a cheap taste on his tongue. she was pretty however, the kind of pretty comparable to the color of the sky right before the sun dips behind the horizon. the thought is fleeting, following her gaze to the objects around them that were so clearly out of place in his presence. fucking hick. he silently curses to himself, the memory of the trucks owner rattling persistently around his skull. the ache of a fist to the face and steel toe boots to the ribs still lingering against his skin along with the bruises that had still yet to fade. guess the guy had a problem with the torn up floral shirt buck had on that night, must have made him question his masculinity enough to beat the shit out of him in an alley with some homophobic slurs to match. it was pathetic really, especially the part where buck cracked his head on the curb like an egg, his brains spilling out like runny yellow yolks. he deserved it is repeated once more.

"don't know - haven't thought that far ahead yet." the boy responds, his accent as thick and muddy as the swamps he was raised. casually he reaches into the back seat, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it over to the girl. no doubt she's thirsty if not on the verge of dehydration. "what about you? got a destination in mind?"

these  violent  delights  have  violent  ends    and  then  they  will  start  again  .    she  could  only  survive for  so  long  biting  and  scratching  the  beasts  before  they  fought back  .    her  latest  target  had  done  just  that  ,    leaving  her  stranded  in  the  middle  of  nowhere    -    no  shoes  and  certainly  no  money  .    he’d  caught  her  rummaging  through  his  stuff  in  the  middle  of  the  night  .    she  was  lucky  he  didn’t  kill  her    -    that’s  what  he  said  anyway  .    god  ,    yeah  ,    she  felt  like  the  luckiest  girl  on  the  planet  .    the  chipped asphalt  was  wearing  away  the  skin  between  her  heel  and  her  toes  ,    causing  her  to  walk  with  a  slight  limp  .    a  young  girl  alone  ,    helpless  ,    surely  someone  would  stop  .  .  .    that  was  if  anyone  even  drove  around  these  parts  .    the  further  she  walked  in  this  direction  ,    the  more  she  regretted  not  turning  around  hours  ago  .    the  sound  of  thunder  almost  masked  the  light  humming  of  an  engine  until  it  was  pulling  up  next  to  her  .    now  ,    she  felt  lucky  .    she  offers  him  a  saccharine  smile  ,    a  look  of  feigned innocence    -    as  if  her  eyes  hadn’t  become  a  time  capsule  for  misery  and  her  smile  hadn’t  been  wiped  from  her  lips  with  white  knuckles  multiple  times  over  .

 ❛    actually  ,    yeah  .    thanks  .    ❜    she  opens  the  door  before  climbing  into  the  truck  just  before  the  rain  starts  pouring  down  .    okay  ,    now  she was beginning to feel something stronger than luck  .    ❛    where  ya  headed  ?    ❜    she  asks  ,    eyes  surveying  her  surroundings    -    a  defense  mechanism  ,    memorizing  everything  in  case  she  needed  to  use  something  as  a  weapon  .    all she could see  was  a  nascar  ballcap  and  a  couple  empty  cans  of  chew  .    brows  furrow  suspiciously    -    maybe  it  was  his  dads  truck  .