#leftoverfear

[disconection-blog]

“    what’s  up  with  you  and  elisia?    you  give  me  this  speech  about  not  giving  up  on  her,    and  now  you  guys  aren’t  even  talking?    ”      /      @leftoverfear  for  ash.

[edgepushed]

“    he was here.    m-monkeyman.  he   was  HERE.    ”     she's   pacing    his    room   within   the   grotto,   french   manicured  nails   combing   through   now   wild   curls.   she’s   barely   escaped   the  pit   where   raven’s   dead   body   laid.   he’s   the  closest   person   geographically   &    how   could   she   explain    why   she   was   here   to     rowan     or    elisia  ?    “      you    were   supposed   to   meet   me   down  there   with   pills.      where    were   you  ?     ”

         @leftoverfear for ASH.

[arrogancekills-blog]

          ❛        you  want  to  fight  ,  yet  you  can    barely  hold    a  crossbow  ?        ❜        they’re  doomed.          /          @leftoverfear

[fierceli-archive]

❝   hey, you’re one of lucas’ friends,  aren’t you ?     what’s your name again ?   ❞        / /        @leftoverfear

[bittenrage-blog]

EYES CLOSED AS HEART RACED FASTER  &&  FASTER,   breathes of air came out at an unusual pattern while he placed a hand over his chest.    he had tried to get out of that place as fast as he could before he coudl    S H I F T    in front of them,    but at what cost   ? ? ?     his entire face was bloody,   along with the palms of his hands where he had been digging his claws into.    he however found himself in an alleyway where he sat on the dirty filthy ground beside a dumpster.    with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone,   facetiming hayden as quickly as he could.    he knew he shouldn’t,   but she made all this   EASIER    for him.    he had to see her face. 

                          ⇥ @leftoverfear​ / ♡’d

[coldpyre]

‘        can  you ––––        pick  me  up?         ’          tone  rings  desolate  on  his  end  of  the  line   ,          throat  ripped  raw  from  screaming   ,              holding  a  certain  vulnerability  he  never  allowed  before   ,              even  back  when  he’d  told  her  about  his  family.       he  stumbles  forward   ,           fractured  arm  hanging  limp  at  his  side   ,         the  other  holding  stolen  phone  up  to  bloodied  features.          it’s  better  than  he  leaves  town  now   ,          given  that  the  camaro  is  evidence  that  he’s  near:       ashton  emerson   ,           the  boy  wanted  for  arson.          but  he  has  nothing  else.        she’s  the  only  one  he  can  even  think  to  turn  to.

                                                                       ‘       i  need  you.         please.        ’

it’s  now  that  he  begins  rushing  his  words   ,          tumbling  from  split  lips  in  a  panic   ,           breath  already  quickening.          ‘       i  don’t  have ––––       my  car ––––         i  crashed  it.       i  crashed  my  car.         –––– my  brother’s  car.      i    .  .  .        it’s  gone.         ’          there’s  a  break  only  for  a  gasp  of  air   ,          nearing  a  sob.          ‘         he  told  me  to  take  care  of  it   ,          brooke.        he  told  me  and  i ––––           god   ,         it’s  gone.       ’

@leftoverfear​

[arsnist]

‘        i  feel  like  i’m  losing  brain  cells  right  now.              you  have  to  go  to  school  with  these  people?              really?        ’        /         @leftoverfear

[kidsapsycho]

                 it wasn’t as much as a choice left for hunter when he stopped in the middle of the hallway.        he saw only the back of them,        but it was enough to make his stomach wrench.        his hands gripped tight around his notebook,        forcing himself to take step by step until he reached them.        ‘        yael,        ‘        he said,        or he thought he said     ;     he barely heard the words leave his lips as he felt the pressure.        ‘        can we talk?        ‘        they hadn’t talked properly in days or maybe it has been weeks,        it felt like years and hunter knew they needed to.        he needed his best friend back.     /     @leftoverfear  /   yael baron.

[voidworn]

leftoverfear replied to your post: like really who does monroe think she is?? yeah...

she also doesnt know that about scott, she was in a situation where she was alive and barely breathing and she watched him walk away from the scene instead of trying to help anyone in that bus. we know that scott’s a good guy, but from her perspective, she saw a guy walking away from helping her and that’s why she’s scared of him. it makes sense for her not to trust him.

ok and that’s true. but she’s not even going to give him a chance. especially on the multiple accounts of him continuously trying to reach a negotiation with her, willing to do whatever it takes. he even offered to leave and she blatantly told him she’d just hunt them down and kill him. it’s just really unfair that she is also holding all of those deaths against scott, when we all know he probably feels guilty about everyone dying but he tried his hardest to stop everything that was thrown their way.

[disconection-blog]

“    i  was  going  to  run  away  with  him,    you  know.    and  i  know  people  say  that,   but  i  was  going  to  go  through  with  it.    i  bought  the  tickets  with  my  mom’s  credit  card  and  everything.    we  were  supposed  to  leave  tonight.    ”     she  thought  she  could  run  away  from  it  all,    as  if  this  was  something  that  could  be  escaped.       “      i  feel  so  stupid  thinking  about  it  now.     ”     /    @leftoverfear  for  elisia.

[breedsmisery]

i like that me and cj @leftoverfear are usually always in sync 

[arrogancekills-blog]

          ❛        if  i  wanted  to  hang  out  with    the  hulk  ,    i’d  call  liam.        ❜        he’s  purposely  sitting  on  the    OPPOSITE  SIDE    of  the  couch  ,  books  scattered  between  the  two  boys  as  he  narrows  his  eyes  in  the  slightest  at  noah.        ❛        so  ,  keep  your  shit  together  and    stay  over  there.        ❜          /          @leftoverfear

[lethalovea]

‘     HE’S  CUTE    .     ’      words  are  practiced  SACCHARINE    ,     masking  her  inner  indifference  toward  said  boy     ,     her  body  perched  over  the  sink     ,     hand  raised  to  reapply  lip  gloss     ,     emerald  gaze  flickering  from  her  own  mouth  to  the  other    .        ‘     his  shoes    ?    not  so  much    .      ’      there’s  a  soft  click  of  the  cap  as  she  leans  back     ,      fingers  curling  against  edge  of  the  sink      ,      mass  of  dark  hair  falling  over  her  shoulder  as  head  tilts    .       ‘     he’s  going  to  ask  you  out     .      ’      she  doesn’t  have  to  be  the  daughter  of  the  love  goddess  to  know    ;     it’s  OBVIOUS  enough    .       ‘       –––– what  are  you  going  to  tell  him    ?      ’  

@leftoverfear

[bittenrage-blog]

EYES LOCKED ONTO GABE AS HE WALKED TOWARDS HIM,   he knew that he was going to have to face him    AGAIN    sooner or later,    but he had preferred    later    seeing as he had somewhere to be.     except now he was here having to deal with this    HUNTER  WANNABE.     a low growl had rumbled in the back of his throat as he tried his best to    keep in control.    ❛    coming for   ROUND TWO  ? ? ?   ❜   he said in a   stern    voice between gritted teeth.

                          ⇥ @leftoverfear​ / ♡’d

[coldpyre]

‘        it’s  not  that  bad.      ’         the  bruising  around  right  eye  comes  from  much  more  than  a  lack  of  sleep  for  once   ,           only  the  most  notable  of  many  blemishes  he’s  been  given  tonight.         it  doesn’t  matter   ,            he’s  convinced  himself.            the  other  guy  looks  worse;           the  other  guy  always  does.          ‘         nobody  tried  to  shank  me  or  anything  this  time.        it  could’ve  been  worse.       ’       /        @leftoverfear  

[lethalove-blog1]

‘          so  he’s  dead?         like,         actually?        ’         disbelief  taints  her  tone,          as  if  the  idea  alone  is  too  good  to  be  true;          she’s  faced  countless  of  beasts  before,        ranging  from  hellhounds  to  empousai to  chimera  to  endless  others,         but  there’s  never  been  a  being  she’s  hated  as  much  as  her  own  father.          she’s  lived  her  entire  life  in  fear  of  him,        dreading  his  wrath  even  after  leaving  him  behind,        so  using  some  unfortunate,       weak-minded  rich  man’s  money  to  kill  him  only  seemed  to  be  a  small  price  to  pay  for  ridding  the  earth  of  him.           ‘          do  you  have  pictures?         ’         /           @leftoverfear