cold light o' day

☆Andrew Lincoln Appreciation Week☆ Day 5 Favorite Acting Moment → Rick Grimes’ Alexandria speech 

“You still don’t get it. We know what needs to be done and we do it. We’re the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don’t. You wish things weren’t what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don’t get better because you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here.”

Deanna: “That’s never been more clear to me than it is right now.”

      Cane softly gripped in hand, Brody gave a simple shake of her features at the question. Though not often for her, she’d taken the initiative to find him, motives meant just for the sake of giving her a chance to work toward usefulness – a sign she wasn’t weak and required her hand held every second. Though taking in the man from the rendezvous point for trade wasn’t a common situation for them here in Ericson’s, their bleeding hearts for those that showed no malice outweighed letting some man freeze to death in a snowstorm. 

      ❝ Yeah, everythin’s alright! I just figured ya’d like to have somethin’ to eat. ❞ Shoulder pressed to door frame. ❝ Willy has a whole lotta acorns he asked Omar to boil for him, so…now we got leftovers. ❞

He'd been on the road a long time, wearing only three shirts and a lightweight jacket, sweatpants and thick socks, and his old beat up boots. No car. No supplies outside of his weapons. He’d fallen asleep; hadn’t meant to, but then, that was the cold for you. Like the little match girl, without Brody he would have died out there. Hell, at least these kids knew what was up. Better than half the people who had left him for dead…

He only had to be told once to follow. This plan of theirs to clear houses until they found a possibly more suitable one was just wasting time, but he wouldn’t be the one to say it. Not now. He’d just gotten his shit out of the doghouse. Of course, when he thought about what was downstairs and as yet, undealt with, he nodded along and followed the other man’s play. “Ah’take dibs on first watch. An’ we should prob’ly set up shifts ‘er somethin’… Like we used to.” Since they’d been on the farm there hadn’t always been a need or a use for a night watch, but now it was back to how things had been, out here, the whole time. “Ah’wanna get done with this shit same as you… Rushin’ ain’t gonna make it go faster…just more dangerous. Storm can wait. Better wet, through an’ through’n dead…”

He saw Dale come down just after Carol went inside and Shane’s demeanor went back into cop mode. He asked the old man to make sure Carol had what she needed and if it was possible to let her stay in the camper with him and her girl. Dale was curmudgeonly at the best of times but he seemed all too happy to acquiesce to the deputy’s request, if more for Carol and her daughter, Sophia, than for any good intent Shane had in asking.

Carl was sitting on the passenger side front seat when Shane got back to the vehicle. “Is Miss Carol okay?” He asked, sitting up straighter, eager, as if wanting to be the big boy and help somehow.

Shane smirked and ruffled his hair. “She’s alright, Champ. Wanna help me out though?” As Carl nodded urgently, Shane squatted down so he was more on the level with him. “Need somethin’ nice fer Sophia. Shane’s big ol’ mouth promised her a surprise an’ ah’can’t not deliver…” He kept his voice hushed so that Sophia sitting on the hood of the engine with Lori standing beside her, couldn’t hear real well. “Think ya can ask yer li’l friends on the highway here an’ help me get somethin’ t’gether?”

Carl chuckled lightly and saluted him. “On it, Boss!”

He's shaken his head because no, it hadn’t felt good for someone to make assumptions about him and what he’d done in his life, who he’d been and who he was forced to become…

It had been a long time since he’d talked to another human being, hearing his voice out loud. It was somewhat surprising to him that the man knew and remembered how. Silence, was indeed, a person’s best weapon out here. “Quite a few months, ah’reckon, if ah’had t’guess… It’s gonna be gettin’ cold soon. Was still warm ‘nough fer t-shirts an’ sandals when ah’left…” He could see everyone’s faces now, when he left. Rick’s look of confusion and almost betrayal, never to realize – unless Lori told him – how it had been between himself and Lori, and how it had all fallen apart when he’d ended up alive. He’d wanted to change it, to make it all okay again; but he couldn’t. He couldn’t find his way clear to making up for it, for everything. Every time he tried…he’d just made it worse. He’d seen the looks of Lori and Dale and even Andrea, knowing only what they knew or what they thought they knew. How happy the first two had been! Andrea hurt, a bruised ego from being left behind with the people who couldn’t stand her anymore either. And the kids, and Carol and Glenn, who didn’t know why and never would. They had wanted him to stay, to help, he was sure. But if he was going to stay sane in an insane world, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

The couple loud strikes caught him off guard and recoiled from he door in short order, eyebrows shot up higher on his forehead, his hand instinctively at his sidearm. The voice was a young woman’s, stern, no nonsense, but a woman’s. He was torn between just walking away and taking her up on her offer. He didn’t need to attach himself to another human being, let alone another woman. He sighed, exasperated on a scoff of disbelief, taking his hand off of his sidearm and holding both arms and hands up at his sides, head level, like he was surrendering. “Alright, darlin’…you do what you gotta do…”

DO NOT ! COME AT PEOPLE ! FOR NOT BEING ! ACTIVE !

this pertains to responding to dms, asks, rp responses, starters, etc., anything on here.  okay?  what gives you the right to claim how active someone is supposed to be, or not be, on here?

each person has a life outside of this website; we can’t be on here all the time, and it drives me crazy that people reach out to give others hate just for something as trivial as replying too slow.  don’t do that, please.  it hurts peoples feelings, and ruins their day; even if you think it doesn’t; and EVEN if you think for some reason you deserve a response asap.  no one else owes you anything, or is there to fulfill your happiness or needs okay.  putting that kind of expectation on someone is too much to bear, and it’s also not possible to fulfill.

we all aren’t perfect people, but don’t expect that kind of thing out of any rper, resource blog, or random person on this site.  that’s one thing that makes tumblr so toxic, and often why so many decide to delete their blogs, go on hiatus’, or stop being active at all.  just be kind to people; that can’t hurt.  for goodness sake.