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[ansonmountdaily]

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 2x05 "Charades"

[jaredwalkersam]

Walker Independence 1.12 | " no more ruining my punch lines"

[sleepybluecyclops]

and if i told you this is how they look at each other before they fall into hell together—

[nikascott]

[winchesterszvonecek]

“Green is good. We like green.”

BRIAN ZVONECEK in every episode | 7x02 🔥

[pluckygreen]

Chombie Zomwich

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1k ish words, as per usual.

Warning!: there is mild zombie gore, there is an adult man attempting mild intimidation, and there is mild peril

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Chapter 4 - And where we stand.

These fucking guys. You’d burn down their camp too if given the opportunity. 

You and Tucker haven’t worked out alternative job system yet. It was proving to be an issue assessing strengths and weaknesses. For today, you’re on gardening duty. 

“Ted you’re fucking it up, stop moving the- Ted! Ted stop- STOP MOVIN’ THE BASKET!” Schlatt was prying a basket of tomatoes out of Ted’s hands, seemingly for no reason. His new york accent becoming thicker with the increase of volume.

“No I’m just, it’s fine- it’s. Schlatt I’m handling it. I said i’m-” Ted yanked the basket out of Schlatt’s reach.

“No you’re not handling it. It was handled. It was sitting at the spot I put it and you keep FUCKIN’ AROUND.” 

You rubbed your eyes with your dirt covered hands. Maybe it’s best to separate them. 

I thought they were supposed to be friends. You thought. Are they always like this?

“ENOUGH!” you finally screamed, “Ted, office. Schlatt, sit down. NOW.” 

Ted let go of the tomato basket, eyes wide with surprise. He mumbled something to himself, and began his walk to what you had hoped was the office. Otherwise you would just look like a bossy idiot.

Schlatt held his trophy, the basket, with a sheepish look on his face. Everyone else in the vicinity had cleared out by now, finished with their tasks. Now, you had to babysit two bickering children. 

“Fine, don’t sit, just… Just be quiet for half a second please.” You leaned against a wooden planter, rubbing your temples and trying desperately to think. You had problem after problem, and the good Lord above decided a week ago to give you three more. 

You couldn’t hear any thoughts over the shrill ringing in your ears.

Lifting your head, you met his eyes. 

“Do you two always fight like that?”

Schlatt gave a small shrug.

“Fine. It’s fine this is..” You sighed, looking around for a trace of any other human being. “Finish the tomatoes, please?” 

He nodded, mouth still shut. You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely embarrassed by his behaivior or if he was being a smart ass. 

You decided it was a lost cause, and turned to follow Ted as he disappeared into the campus building.

“Son of a bitch” Schlatt finally said. You turned, ready to kick this punk into the fucking moon. 

To your surprise, he wasn’t talking to you. He was facing a zombie who had gotten tangled up in the wire surrounding the fence. Three more were lumbering towards you, no doubt drawn in by the screaming and commotion. 

You reached for your pistol, but opted against it. Gunshots are loud and make people panic. This situation called for some hand-pruning. You picked up a trowel, which was closer than the machete and hatchet you had thrown in the tool pile.

“It looks weird.” Schlatt said plainly. 

You stopped your approach to stare at it. It seemed normal. 

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I dunno just look at it. It’s off somehow. It’s weird, I’m tellin ya.”

“I don’t get it.” You tilted your head, squinting.

Nope. Nothing weird. Just a normal, undead creature. Just your regular old, missing an arm, guts spilling everywhere, covered in blood and gore, decaying human that’s been long dead. Completely normal. 

(This was one of those times when the bizarre nature of the life you now live hits you full force. You paused a minute to ride the mental wave.) 

“Well toots? Ya gonna kill it if it’s so normal?” The unexpected nickname brought you out of your peaceful moment of acceptance. Schlatt was staring at you, eyebrows lifted impatiently, arms crossed.

Before you could answer he unsheathed his bowie knife, crossing the distance from you to the zombie. Two more had gotten stuck.

You stood back and watched as he plunged the blade into their skulls repeatedly, scrambling the brain matter. His face held an expression of focus, his eyes intense and almost angry. You ignored the way you felt about his arms. 

They were average arms anyway. 

He shuffled to the third zombie, leaning over the fence in an effort to reach the smaller stature of the undead. Probably a preteen. He hesitated. 

The fourth zombie grabbed his right arm, yanking him down with an astonishing amount of force. His arm was held fast as the two zoms snapped at his fingers, stretching their necks out as far as possible. He grunted, trying to maneuver his knife to get a better angle. 

You jogged up to Schlatt, quickly thrusting the shovel throught each zombie, one at a time. The hand remained firmly gripping onto his arm. With a barrage of mumbled curses, he finally wrenched the cadaver’s fingers open. 

“I didn’t need your fucking help okay!?” He snapped, slamming his bowie knife into its sheath. He stepped towards you. You figured it was a tactic to be threatening.

“Why are you so goddamn reactive?!” You snapped back, matching his tone.

“Oh you’d like to fuckin know huh! You think I owe you somethin, toots? You think you run this shithole?”

“I do run this shithole Schlatt!” You stepped closer, a fire lit in your stomach.

“And an awful job you’re doing here, toots!” “Don’t call me that.” Your voice dropped back into an even, growly tone. 

Schlatt paused, breathing heavily. His eyes glinting with anger, brows furrowed. You realized he was really close. And tall. And mad. 

“You need to back up.” He said, voice just above a whisper.

You turned the idea around in your mind, but couldn’t come to a conclusion. His eyes dug into yours, unmoving. His fists clenched loosely. Should you move? Was he about to try and hit you? Surely he can’t be that out of control of his emotions. His eyes flicked down to your lips. 

Are you supposed to pretend you don’t notice that?

“Are you two okay?” Tucker’s voice echoed out across the silent field. 

He broke the tense stance, tearing himself away from you.

“Fuck this!” He grumbled, kicking the fence. 

Tucker and Ted stared at him, watching him skulk off to the far end of the football field. 

“Keane, you need to watch your bitch. I’m fucking exhausted.” You said, leaning back against the wooden planter. The tomatoes had been spilled all over the ground.

Ted spoke up.

“Sorry about the plants.” 

[ba0shanblack]

SandRay & FirstKhao will have to pay for my therapy and my heart medication after this and the next episode.

2023 BELONGS TO ONLY FRIENDS.

Periodt. Periodtism. Periodtic table.

They can also give me a shovel, ill dig my own grave.

[hellbabyfromhell]

just saw this clip and i think itd make a funny reaction image what do u think... does it have potential

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[swearphil]

when something major goes down in a fandom you're not a part of

[theautumnaldemon]

does anyone else have a favorite tv character where whenever they’re on screen you just

[kittykatninja321]

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[antisquare]

You look beautiful, honey

[winchesterszvonecek]

“Remember, as McLeod said, "only 42 ounces of potable water per employee per week."

BRIAN ZVONECEK in every episode | 2x02 🔥