#hopeforged

[aintashes]

— starter for abby s. ( @hopeforged ) !

     for such a young person, she certainly doesn't seem to have lost any tenacity in this cruel new version of their reality. now that he thinks of it, she might not even remember what life was like before all of this began. but that doesn't mean that she's immune to the overwhelm of it all. she's still just a kid, anyway. ‘ hey, ’ daryl says softly, coming no closer to her but allowing her the space she may need. her older brother has just left with some others on a supply run and it took everything to detach her from him.

     it's their duty, every single one of them, to do what they can for their settlement and mike is fulfilling that duty. all they can do is wait, but daryl knows well that this is particularly hard on children. ‘ s'okay, i— i know. he'll be back soon. ’

[roseguided-arch]

@hopeforged LIKED for a starter ! ft mike schmidt

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 again. he doesn’t feel like hearing her whine, having to argue back, having to try & explain why it isn’t a good idea for her to go back to the pizzeria with him. mike knows that abby wants to spend more time with . . those things, those kids, but he doesn’t feel comfortable with it. as her caretaker & brother, he knows it’s his responsibility & that he couldn’t ever afford something happening ! ( not after garrett, not after he failed as a big brother once. though he & abby fight, she’s what matters most. ) mike sighs at another protest: ❛ no, abby ! ❜ he says in his most convincing firm tone. dark eyes settle on her as she refuses to give up his vest, ❛ you can’t go. now, c’mon, gimmie the vest. i don’t need t’be late. ❜

[spectresrise]

" so you're the famous din djarin ? " the new republic isn't supposed to know about the employment of a certain mandalorian , but there's an unspoken rule amongst phoenix squadron. if teva trusted him enough to work with him , hera was happy to keep that information stored away. at least for the time being. arms crossed , the twi'lek gives the man a once over , the familiar trappings of mandalore cover a stranger that she's curious to get to know better. " captain teva says you've been a great help to us. for that , you have my thanks. and whether they know it or not , the thanks of the new republic. "

@hopeforged gets a little thing !!

[2005jesuschrist]

exhaustion was sewn into your skin, perfect anchors between heart and lung, etching the map of your bloodline on flesh; was it heart over head, nature or nurture? what had happened to you to cause this, to have now become so numb to dried blood, that you knew it would wash away with water because it had so many times before? the farm was all you had, some fever dream of running away and starting anew, to act as if the end of the world hadn't already happened, not when you had been on the precipice of the beginning of your own life. for years all you had done was beg for her to see you, a silent plea that you wouldn't go unnoticed between the standing lamp and the curtains, merely blending in with the wallpaper; that longing festered inside, a bruised peach rotting inside your chest, afraid of rusting under all that weight. you swallow it, let it slide down your oesophagus; throat scratches as it tries to climb its way back up. you were your mother's daughter right down to the marrow.

"i said i was fine." oxygen starved below the dirt, beneath the ruins of what once stood as hope. every time you close your eyes, hundreds stare back knowing what you have done; whether you wielded the initial knife or not. you flinch away from touch; poisonous pit goes deeper and deeper, blanket clung to shoulders despite fever taking on. "i want to know what happened— how it happened. why all those people died."

she had never been mother of the year. she would never win awards for raising these children to near adulthood. not by a long shot. somewhere along the way, the poison of her family line had leaked through her and contaminated both of them. in different ways, sure, but they were caked in it now. there was a desperate urge to scrub them both clean that had risen within her for years but she knew it wouldn't help. it had never helped. " he's fine. " it was a lie. she hadn't checked on him. she had no fucking idea how he was. but that had been alicia's entire life. nick this, nick that, make sure nick survives another year. things needed to be different. she finally understood that.

she shifted closer to the girl before her and reached out hesitantly; hand pausing mid-air. she was scared to make contact. scared to spread the poison through her even further. like mother, like daughter. " we should get you cleaned up, baby. get some water in you. " she knew her well enough to know that food wouldn't do any good. not now. not after everything. " come here . . . "

[lingeringscars]

spell out your url using characters you love from any media. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url (or however many you'd like!) inspired by the song titles dashboard game.

L- laurel lance, arrow

I- inej ghafa, grishaverse / soc duology

N- nat scatorrcio, yellowjackets

G- gary mendez, a million little things

E- emma swan, once upon a time

R- raven reyes, the 100

I- iris west, the flash

N- nathan scott, one tree hill

G- ginny miller, ginny & georgia

E- eddie castile, vampire academy / bloodlines

R- ronan lynch, the raven cycle

I- isaac henderson, heartstopper

N- nancy drew, nancy drew her interactive games

G- gideon drake, the atlas six trilogy

S- sabrina spellman, sabrina the teenage witch

C- christian ozera, vampire academy

A- asher adams, all american

R- rachel reid, the wilds

S- scott mccall, teen wolf

tagged by: @terrifyingstories

tagging: @asuffocator @abenzstern @afterevers @arghent @burygods @bruiseeasily @cagedpotential @cratedig @cataclisymic @conamorde @darephi @deathruined @everdawn @fatalelity @feylived @forbaes @guiltye @galaxye @hopeforged @homebehind @junktrap @knucklesbruised @kirbyflown @ladyintree @literare @lindscys @lightningstruck @litearra @mckngjy @martyirize @onfear @parameddie @reputahtion @refabled @seaclaimed @softersinned @volchtsa @warpainte @waysteland

[outguilt]

chy's current blogroll:

@outguilt - apoc oc @nighthire - mike from fn.af @hopeforged - multi @tophct - madison from ft.wd

[nighthire-a]

i'm gonna be on @hopeforged / @tophct / @outguilt today i think <3

[quaevivit]

moving my bb to @hopeforged for now <3

[storiesforged]

moving althea to @hopeforged for nowwww <3

[atrcmento]

BETH BOLAND / / HOPEFORGED

She stood in the entryway  ,  HER SMILE PAINTED ON JUST AS WELL AS HER LIPSTICK handing out miniature bags of pretzels to each embarking traveller.         " thank you for flying with us today . "     she beamed  , her sprightly voice as false as her colleagues recent breast implants  . She counted another five passengers and said the same thing again. twenty-two minutes until take off.    " thank you for flying with us today "     she spoke again, saying the same thing for the thirty-fourth time today  .

She saw two gentlemen ten yards down the tunnel , both wore cheaply tailored suits and aviators , she continued to welcome the boarding passengers but kept side-eyeing the suits as they neared and that’s when she saw it. She only saw it for a second but that was enough, a golden badge, no larger than a pack of cigarettes clipped to one of the males' belts –   FBI  .

She excused herself from the meet and greet, making a b-line for the toilet cubicle. She forced her way inside and closed the door, pressing her back against the plastic as if to confirm the barricade. She closed her eyes, breathing in, counting to four and repeating.     " Shit, shit, shit –  "     she opened her eyes and eyeballed the redhead of whom she was unexpectedly sharing the three-by-three stall.

How the hell had she not noticed her on her way in? It’s not like she could’ve hidden beneath the four-inch metal sink. She cleared her throat     " god, I’m sorry  --  just carrying out the pre-flight ch— "     she was interrupted by what could have been the devil himself roaring from within the depths of the toilet bowl. She’d dealt with blockages in the past but this sounded enough to ground the damn plane. She edged to one side and saw more Benjamin Franklins than she’d take home in a year's paycheck     " YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME ?! "

[ohkraken-a]

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[survivedsarchived]

his grin is easy and wide, a dead giveaway that the query is merely in jest — but adrian's eyes are sharp and unwavering. he sees the slight tension, the irritation clenching her jaw, so he acquiesces: makes a quiet promise with a slight incline of his head. no more jokes. because this really is fascinating: her setup, her gear. the tone is clear that she's no stranger to this: she didn't pick up that camera post-apocalypse. it fits her hand like a glove.

and... she is right. there's still pasta sauce staining his hand a vivid red, fresh(ish, at least) batteries slotted into his flashlight; it's the least he can do, really, to uphold his end of this exchange.

shoulders slump in lighthearted defeat. adrian raises a hand, flashes an apologetic smile. “and i'm very grateful for the spaghettios. so, okay; i lied. i do know the highway. it's thirty-seven. not my normal route when i'm coming this far south, but—” now, it's his turn to stiffen, a hardness settling into the lines of his mouth. “there were some... mauraders, i guess you'd call them, on my usual path. so i diverted a bit. took the roads — more dead, but at least you know what you're getting with them.” no smile, no quip; there's only a restrained tone, left thumb rubbing repetitive circles into the skin of his wrist. “given all the trouble i went through to avoid death, or... worse, i'd really like it if you didn't kill me, either.”

all at once, it seems, he loosens; softly, he shifts forward, leaning into her camera. “i hope you understand that i'm — hesitant, to be more specific than that. i have people i gotta protect.”

oh. discomfort filled every inch of her quickly. she didn't like questions aimed at her. didn't like answering anything in-depth. especially because she had always followed the very important rule that a journalist should never reveal too much about themselves. especially in the middle of an interview. this wasn't going to be as easy as she had hoped. her eyes lifted slowly from the tiny camera screen in front of her to flash him a slight look. not rude, not angry, just . . . back off.

" yeah, that's how i'm starting this off. it's a simple question. " though in a world as broken as this one, she supposed it wasn't as simple as she was making it out to be. maybe before people started eating each other's faces. but not now and she knew that. but that wasn't about to stop her and her constant need for information. stories. a heavy sigh slipped free of her lips; camera half lowering for a moment. he was bullshitting her through and through. fuck. " you know . . . i gave you supplies. you said you'd sit down and talk to me. you're just bullshitting me. what's stopping me from simply killing you at this point ? "

[doomdays-a]

“i’m glad you’re here.”  @hopeforged​​.

iris smiles,  looking over to hope with a gentle gaze,  her words comforting in a time of so much uncertainty.  they don’t know where their father is,  they don’t know for sure that he’s in trouble,  they don’t even know what they’re doing out here,  but iris maintains her facade because it’s her who decided to bring them out here,  and she refuses to let them down.  despite the uncertainty,  though,  there’s one thing she doesn’t doubt.  ❝  i wouldn’t do this without you,  girl,  ❞  she says,  reaching her hand out to hold onto her sister’s.  ❝  a few weeks ago,  i never imagined leaving those walls.   now  ---  we’re out here,  and we’re together,  and dad’s waiting for us.  it feels possible.  it feels like we can do it together.  ❞   she doesn’t believe her own words entirely,  but she’s forcing herself to TRY  ---  not just for her own sake,  but for hope’s,  for their friends,  for their brother  .  .  .  and for their father.  

❝  he’s going to be proud of us.  ❞   a pause,  and a more teasing grin forms on her features.  ❝  after he’s done being mad at us for leaving on her own,  ❞   she teases,  arm nudging into hope’s. 

[buildhope]

@hopeforged​,  s10.   /   ❝  we’re all lucky to be alive.  ❞    a ‘ but ‘ lingers at the end of his words;  not everyone is alive,  nor were they expecting everyone to be after it all,  but he just wasn’t prepared to lose the most important person in his life.  they said they would die defending hilltop before they ever ran and hid  ---  and that’s exactly what earl did,  leaving his legacy and his child in alden’s hands.  he’s anxious to get back to work,  to prove to himself,  to adam,  and to earl’s memory that earl wasn’t wrong to trust him.

❝  i just wanna keep movin’ forward,  wanna get to work  ---  bring everyone home.  ❞   to a place of ash and ruins now,  he knows,  but it will be home again someday as long as he has anything to do with it.  ❝  just wish my dad was here to see it once it’s finished.  ❞  

[lbrarygrrl]

People have the Power

[corpatrem]

                  “ honey? ” there’s stress in eric’s voice as he storms through the house, pointing hopelessly back to where he’d come from the front of the house. “ did you --... you’re just gonna -...you’re lettin’ julie go on off with saracen just like that? didn’t even turn ‘round once -- she said, you know what our little girl said? she said ‘ go ask mom. ’ so here i am -- asking mom. ” a hand comes up to take off his ball cap only to run a hand through his already tousled hair before sliding the cap back on. “ i mean, c’mon, hon. back me up, here. that’s not --...that’s not a good idea, right? ”

@hopeforged​ gets coach taylor for tami taylor and we all know who the actual boss is.