#always running

[ded-inside-anonymous]

Bugs always be in a hurry, I ain't never seen a bug just walking casually, they always runnin like they got shit to do and places to be. I feel like they're tryin to make the most of their short lives but, my man, what's the point if ya don't stop and smell the roses, ya know?

[mydetheturk]

we'll find out if i feel up to putting this anywhere else, but have some post trimax knives and domina???? look, i stopped to think about the fact that domina's the only independent plant we for sure know knives absorbed so i thought "well she should get to haunt knives after everything" and out came. two plants sharing one body because they don't have the energy to make another, i guess??? knives might be dying. neither of them know for certain.

i sure don't.

enjoy?

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"He doesn't want to talk to you," Domina says. "Our body flooded with fear upon hearing your voice."

Vash the Stampede sits across from her in this worn out little diner he found them in. Two drinks, rising to room temperature, sit on the table.

To Domina’s inexperienced eye, he looks tired.

[hes been drinking]

[are you sure?]

[yes]

“What do you want?” Domina holds her drink in their hands to not do what Knives would do right now and put a knife through the Stampede’s hand so they can leave. Running is also off the table, as the only exit to the diner is behind Vash the Stampede.

[we can put a hole in the window shatter it with our elbow]

[shut up not yet]

[we can run]

[running will imply things we dont want not yet]

“Well?”

A number of expressions flick across the Stampede’s face before exhaustion settles in like an old lover.

“To talk to my brother,” the Stampede says.

Adrenaline floods their body. It is not Domina’s. She carefully does not think about Knives’ suggestion of shattering the window to run.

Run, and not fight.

It goes against both of their natures.

But Knives is always exhausted and Plants call out for their help in a way that Domina couldn’t hear before. Sometimes their thoughts merge. The urge to run is both hers and not, and this is not how Domina wanted to meet Vash the Stampede.

Domina used to have all of space between herself and that which she feared. She had the power to eliminate them, even though it was locked within her. The Joining revealed that. Now she is the companion to a dying Plant. The tiniest Hive of two, barring when they connect to one of the Sisters.

“No.”

The voice is her but also Knives, blending into harmony.

The Stampede flinches.

“Don’t follow us,” Domina says. She carefully releases the cup before it shatters in their hands and stands up.

And leaves the diner. Vash the Stampede can pay for the meal they haven’t eaten.

Their thomas honks and bumps its head into their chest when Domina unties it from the hitch. She gets on the creature and goes to leave.

“Wait!”

[can’t let us leave in peace]

“What do you want now.” Domina doesn’t look at him, doesn’t look at the face that looks so close to the one she now sees in the mirror.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to convince you to make him talk to me.”

[hes right]

[hush]

[not for a very long time anyway]

“But… be careful. There are people looking for you.” Vash sighs and adds, “People looking for you both.”

“Go back to your people, Vash,” Knives says. “Let us go.”

Vash the Stampede sucks in a startled breath.

“A couple of your people survived. The woman with the nails. Wolfwood’s brother.” 

“Zazie.” Their lips curl in a snarl. Betrayal and hurt and a dash of fear simmer under their skin. “Zazie is still around as well. You be careful,” Knives says. He taps the thomas’s side.

“Goodbye, Stampede,” Domina says.

They take off into the early morning sunshine.

Vash lets them go.

[brooklynjoe0]

4th half in the books and 13.1 miles later (my Garmin had it at 13.44 for some reason) and I’m feeling pretty good! Not gonna lie the training for this one totally sucked but you have to put in the work to get the results. Would have liked to get a PR and break 2:10 but today wasn’t it. The feeling of accomplishing something you worked so hard for really is the best feeling in the whole world

[nats-reads-reviews]

September 2024 Reads & Reviews 📚 🍂

Filthy Rich Fae by Geneva Lee 3.5/5 ⭐️ This book follows a lot of romantasy tropes of fairy variety and was a bit predictable. But I liked that it took place in NOLA and it was a fun, engaging read! Good spice just wish it had started sooner in the story.

Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros 4/5 ⭐️ I really like the Fourth Wing series but this was wasn't my favorite so far. The book was very long, and I felt like majority of the story was filler for conflict at the end. I felt some of it would benefit from being cut out. The ending was really good through but also equally heartbreaking. I love Violet and Xaden's relationship and their partnership to do what's right for the whole continent. I'm really looking forward to Onyx Storm!

Stone Blind by Natalie Haynes 4/5 ⭐️ Really entertaining and often times funny story! This book definitely highlights the hypocrisy and lack of self-awareness the men had regarding the women they interacted with. It also highlights the Greek gods great strengths and weaknesses- specifically their lack of foresight and ability to empathize with others. Their weaknesses often get in the way of their powerfulness and the irony is not lost upon me!

Where He Can't Find You by Darcy Coates 3.5/5 ⭐️ This was actually a really creepy book, especially for YA horror. I enjoyed the lore of The Stitcher and the back stories of the characters. I just wish they would have explained what animated him, as well the impacts he had on technology and the animals behavior - I felt missing that was a bit of an oversight.

Always Running by Luis J. Rodriguez 5/5 ⭐️ Wow, this was such a great coming on age memoir! Rodriguez had all the cards of success, empathy and healing stacked against him but he used all that hurt to make positive changes in his life and the lives of the members of his community. His bravery to speak up and promote peace, growth and equal opportunity for everyone in his community is incredible!

Opioid, Indiana by Brian Allen Carr 1/5 ⭐️ This was a pretty strange book that was mostly the inner musing of the main character. I felt the story was inconsistent and ended without resolution but the main character has some takes on things that happen from his past and present situations that I appreciated his perspective on. I can't say I'd recommend this book but it was entertaining.

[alterworldstudios]

“I’m always running”

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Always Running // Call of Duty: Black Ops II - Vengeance (2013)

[hopelesscounty]

What kind of experience are you?

you leave people feeling challenged (affectionate).

a shiver. a breath of cool winter air, a stick n poke tattoo; the last few switchbacks at the end of a hike. a deep red. a proud sweat, a delicious ache. early dawn’s blue hour. a favorite story you love to retell. the excited scream, the staggering leap into water below. not fearless, but not afraid to let a good memory leave a few scars or stains. while you have moments of being rough around the edges—an acquired taste, a book not fully grasped in the first read-through—you can rest knowing that there will be people that rise to your challenge. you give off a sense of knowing yourself, and while that could be the case, you’re still learning, too. the close people in your life aren’t afraid of your seasons, your come-and-go silence, or your own way of showing love. they’re there to stay. they’ll join you on that blue hour dock just to read. they’ll take that last-minute road trip to the desert. you’re here to say, “I know you could do it.”

What is your role on a pirate ship?

The Stowaway

You weren't meant to be here. You don't want to be here. But this was your only choice, if you wanted to stay safe. There's anger, where you're from, and hunger, and endless back-breaking toil. The only chance of a better life is somewhere far away. So you slipped on board the first ship you could see, and stole away to find a new life. You're hidden in the hold now, between the rough wood of the hull and the pressing weight of a pile of crates. Beneath you is a faded blanket, littered with crumbs from the ship's biscuits you have been eating. This voyage is long. Your plan was to spirit yourself away as soon as the ship next docked, but it has been days and days of open water, the gentle rocking of the ship beneath you and no land, no land in sight. You press yourself to the hull every time you hear footsteps go by, hold your breath in the darkness. The candle you took is melted down to a nub; you have not lit it today, to keep it as long as possible. If the sailors find you down here, they might put you to work. They might just throw you in the sea. All you can do is sit here, in your little rathole, and wait for your journey to end, one way or another.

[harrison-galore]

Watch ""Always Running" (Buried song) Malukah - Lyrics [Official]" on YouTube

[blackwoolncrown]

Why do you want to escape so badly?

[provokedgoalie]

My current reads: a memoir & dark romance 📚

[notherpuppet]

A radioapple AU where the golden angel has never fallen, but has become an ambassador~🌟

[prlssprfctn]

Damian wakes up, startled. He doesn't remember what he saw in his dreams, and he is not sure what caused him to feel so anxious, but he knows what to do. The routine is easy and comforting; he just needs to find his brother Jason. So, he goes.

His bare feet against the cold floor is soundless, making no sound, and he keeps rubbing his eyes until he sees one of the doors open. It must be Jason. He always keeps the door of his room open, just in case.

There is a dim light in the room, a small lamp on the desk, where the stakes of paper are stored, and Jason is here, as tall and huge as always, tapping on his feet in an attempt to concentrate, while twirling a pen between his fingers. He is either reading or working on something else: writes down memories, afraid of them slipping away due to the Lazarus Pit hammering in his temples all the time.

Damian yawns and steps closer, tapping on his back.

'Akhi Jason,' he calls hoarsely. The body freezes, almost surprised — he is not supposed to; Jason hears him from the corridor, even if he is the most soundless kid in the whole world. 'I want to sleep.'

He never says he sees nightmares or that he is scared — just that. It always works.

Expect, this time it doesn't.

'What did you say?' Brother asks, his voice sounding so unusually stiff.

'Jason,' he repeats, more irritated this time. 'I said, I want to—'

When Jason turns around, Damian instinctively staggers back, his eyes widening.

The man in front of him is not Jason.

And for a second, Damian is panicking, until-

Until he doesn't remind himself that he is not home anymore. He is in the Wayne Manor, with his father.

With his father that looks exactly like his brother, only older, without scars, marring his face, and without a white streak that makes him look like a bird.

'Damian,' his father calls, slightly shaken. 'How do you know Jason?'

He swallows down. He is not supposed to tell about his brother. They instructed him not to.

But father has a familiar desperation in his eyes, the same one Jason had, when he was pacing around the room, muttering something incoherent, the cut out from newsletters photos of Bruce Wayne with Tim Drake in his hands, and-

And Damian shrugs.

'He is my brother,' he says, almost too innocently; because if he is going to be clueless about it, then what others will have to tell him? 'He stayed with a grandfather. It is a shame.'

Almost as if he doesn't understand what all of this implies.

'I was sleepy,' he adds. 'And got confused. My apologises, father. I shall return to my bedroom.'

Bruce stares, stares, and stares. And then, rubs his face with his hands, exhausted.

'I'll tuck you in. Let's go,' and a second later, with his voice sounding so familiarly small, just like how Jason's sounded when he first acknowledged him as his brother, he adds: 'Can you tell me more about your brother, Damian?'

And Damian tells him, of course.

He is not surprised to see the result of his work the next week.

[townofcrosshollow]

Shocked how many people think you can just turn on a computer and leave it on for weeks or months or years and never turn it off and it'll be fine. Computers need their sleep, and sleep mode does not count

[twilight-zoned-out]

Learning about the Doctor Who specials' expanded budget: oh no, what if they overuse CGI to look more 'professional' and high-budget?

The first scene of the Doctor Who Special:

[hornyverymuch]

happy pride to these two for saying the gayest shit almost 60 years ago on television and singlehandedly inventing slash fiction

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Movie William Afton was born to be a killer..