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            Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana? 

      Try to imagine this: You’re a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, NOTHING. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it’s directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep. And then one day, something inside you DIES. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something BREAKS inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone POSSESSED, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you COLLAPSE on the ground and DIE. 

                               That’s HYSTERIA SIBERIANA. 

                                                     iskariouth. indie kylo ren. written by ness.

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Faith burns in her chest, as ever-- a knotted ball of childish hope and desperate prayer. Beth wrings her hands at the window, standing in their hospital opposite the bed that Tara’s been occupying for so long... Beth can’t put into words how relieved she is that the other woman actually woke up, so she spends as much time with her as possible, as means of expressing that joy. 

         But now--- now, she’s afraid.

“ I know--- You know. I trust Rick. He knows what he’s doin’, ” she whispers, knowing it’s just them, knowing she can say these things to Tara. “ But I’m scared. I don’t feel good about this plan. ”

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“ did you KILL them? ”

           they’d been alive, those pounding hands -- breathing men               with danger in their palms. not walkers. but wasn’t that just               THIS world now? she stands slowly in her hiding place, but               makes no move to come closer, knowing better than to trust               just ANYONE...                                     especially someone who might just be another attacker.

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❛  depends on the job  &  who you’re looking for                     ❜    jessica tugs a wrinkled towel from the top shelf of her pantry.  her belongings all intersperse.  she somehow manages to be cluttered without much in the way of possessions  (  what she has is hers but addled, scrambled like the tangled web of her past  &  present  ).  she hands it off, moves to sit behind her desk.  there’s no ceremony in the way she stretches her legs out to put her boots up on the ledge.  

one more stray. 

she knows a thing or two about those.  

jessica lets her hands fold over her stomach  ;  she wants to reach for the bottle beneath the seat but knows she shouldn’t.  her arch expression says little but scrutiny.  

❛                      &  whatever the hell it is that they DID.  are you talking about a friend, family member?  ❜

❛   i require a fifty percent deposit, non-refundable.  i start at $55 an hour.  we can move on from there.   ❜

beth shouldn’t have come here; the realization settles on her like the cold painted on her skin. she can’t look at the other woman as she begins to gently towel off, focusing instead of looking at her surroundings. such a strange place -- it feels so bare, but there’s still so much to take in.

      the price tag makes her pause.

white teeth peek over a bitten bottom lip, the chapped flesh betraying the stress of the past several days. beth knows she can’t go far with this, knows she’s charged after her own foolish belief that help will always be there---- she’d learned since stepping into new york that everything has a price tag.

“ i’m---- i can’t AFFORD that. i got--- i got nothin’ but my bones.         i’m--- ma’am, i’m real sorry for takin’ up your time. ”

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            his mind has been PLAGUED by everything he’s witnessed, and endured for so long. and he knows that shane is cracking, insanity leaking through his walls. if shane cracked entirely, they’d all be in danger of DEALING with a true monster. and rick knows that shane is no longer the same man, no longer the man he had called his best friend, and partner. no shane was something much darker, much crueler. yet after discovering that his wife was pregnant, he felt different. and so he hadn’t looked at her, focusing his attention on finding sophia instead. 

         “you can call me rick, i ain’t that old yet.” it’s a joke of course, but the words don’t feel like his own, but like a MASK he’s constructed to conceal his own MONSTER. “the walkers ain’t monsters, they’re just there, their just a product of this shitty world. i am beth, i find myself contemplatin’ if i should kill my best friend or not, if that ain’t monstrous, then tell me what is?” 

     why he’s asking her these questions, he’s not sure, she’s just a GIRL. but she also wasn’t a child, she clearly understood what was going on around them, and she seemed to understand the ways of the adult world. — that much he had noticed. and then he realizes that she’s touched him, and he gazes down at her with a furrowed brow, unsure of what to think. they don’t know each other very well, and yet here she is, listening to him grumble on about his issues.

she’s just a GIRL, and seeing this world and how the people in it continue to drown in themselves -- she knows she doesn’t know much, but she knows enough. enough to recognize that goodness can be out there. it’s in glenn’s hands and the way he looks at her sister. it’s in her daddy, and it’s in her, and it needed to be shared, to keep others from losing it in themselves. so she touches, sliding her hands to hold on gently to rick’s arm, looking up at him, as though hoping to pass some of that goodness like healing from her palms to his bones. rick grimes carries more weight than she could imagine.

             there’s no monster she sees, but a man in AGONY.

“ i know a monster when i see one. i’ve been scared of ‘em since i was a little girl, ” she answers, voice softer and smile broadening in hopes of getting him to smile back. even if he doesn’t MEAN it, maybe it’ll help... whether she means help her from being afraid of that easy admission of murder, or help him--- she’s not wholly sure. “ the walkers are monsters, rick. they used to be human, but they’re monsters now. they don’t just kill us -- they ruin us. they take awake our sleep an’ our safety, take away our homes, an’ move on. move on like they just have a need to ruin somethin’ else. ” 

she can almost feel eyes on her from the house, so beth doesn’t dare move in to hug rick like she wants to. patricia likes to tattle on her; patricia thinks it’s helpful. instead, beth meaningfully squeezes rick’s arm, just a bit, ever gentle. “ you ain’t like that. you came here and you helped us. nothin’s been ruined by you bein’ here. have a little faith in yourself, rick. ”

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@whenimgxne . 

‘  i thought winning was going to be fun .     everything just kinda hurts  .  ’    when you’re taught that a victory for your district will be the   utmost  honor , it’s DEPRESSING when the only thing to come out of it is knowing all of the lives you've ruined .      her former mentors    &    fellow victors   have no empathy , leaving glimmer to figure it out for herself . 

some part of her wants to bite back, fling in the child’s face that for SOME, fighting isn’t a matter of glory-seeking ---- it’s S U R V I V A L, one broadcast game to move on to the next battle to stay alive. but that’s not the woman bethanne has grown to be, no matter the scars she carries. her glass settles with a clink; her eyes lift, soft, kinder than most. “ it will hurt, for a while. i had to tell myself for a long time that-- the wounds can’t be undone. you can’t go back. you learn from it. or it smothers you. ”

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                   “ In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is NO HINT                           that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.                                                        IT IS UP TO US. ”

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I'm alive!!

just busy. I'll be 'round asap when I'm not working my booty off. Lots of love!

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hello sweet loves~ i’m considering a new blog, i think~

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“Please can you sing to me?” Sam was told that Beth could sing, but he was hoping that he wasn’t being too much of a bother. He smiled slightly, hoping that would make the other say yes, if she wasn’t thinking about saying that already.

        Sam’s voice broke the quiet she’d gotten entirely used to; it wasn’t too often Bethanne had time to herself without having to listen out for baby Judy. She clutches the plate in her hands, looking wide-eyed over her shoulder to see----- “ Oh. Oh, Sam... You scared meright there. I-- Yeah, what do you wanna hear, hon? ”

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teachmetoshoot:

     “ Uh—- just a little bit after, we used to live close by so when things went to hell,             mum dragged us here. We saw the walls being put up, figured it was safe.”

      “ M’surprised this place lasted so long. We tried to hold walls --             didn’t turn out too well.                    ------- Do you think it’s safe? ”

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                                        You see, your fight for survival—- starts right now.                                               You don’t want to be jυdɢed? You won’t be.                                            You don’t think you’re ѕтroɴɢ enough? You are.                                                              You’re αғrαιd? Don’t be.                                                     You have all the weαpoɴѕ you need;

                                                                                ɴow ғιɢнт.

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Just a friendly reminder that I think you are super great and wonderful and love having you on my dash♥

Oh my goodness, sweetheart, this is so sweet of you!! 

 Thank you so much~ You’re absolutely amazing, and it’s a charm and a blessing to have you on my dash as well!

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“Don’t matter. Yer hungry right?” He muttered, shifting to lift his ass up from off the ground to yank the grease rag from out of his back pocket. Giving it a good snap, he began working the cloth about the cam wheels, ensuring that nothing was caught that could cause the cabling to jam. “Then it’s food.”

“Yeah, just sprucin’ it up. Can’t have it goin’ bust on us.”

“ Yeah, m’hungry. ” She’s always hungry, really. Sitting down heavily beside, Beth fishes her knife from her side and gets to work on cutting open the can. She’s always been taught that food went bad and if you ate bad food, it could kill you -- her momma’s voice echoes in the back of her head, even now, warning against the risks of buying jars with popped lids. But food is good; it has to be. 

“ Should we hit up an auto place or somethin’? ”