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@notloaded
âYou get TOUGH like me and you donât get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothinâ can TOUCH you.â
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ââ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ââ
â iâve polished this anger and now itâs a knife. âÂ
â iâm fine, iâve had worse. â
â death too must be earned. â
â how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ? â
â am i a bad person ? â
â family isnât who youâre born with, itâs who youâd die for. âÂ
â are you flirting or starting a fight ? â
â iâll survive, somehow i always do. â
â um.. thatâs my emotional support knife collection. â
â tell me; would you kill to save a life ? â
â i am someone who did not die when they should of. â
â iâve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. iâm good at anger. â
â you canât protect everyone ! â
â i have to try. â
â turn the pain into power. âÂ
â what doesnât kill me better run. â
â are monster born or created ? â
â chin up kid, theyâd kill to see you fall. â
â if he puts his hands on you, cut them off. â
â i could keep you safe. theyâre all afraid of me. â
â donât play games with me. donât ever think youâre capable of that. â
â the question isnât who is going to let me; itâs who is going to stop me. â
â something had made your eyes go cold. â
â you havenât even seen my bad side yet. â
â everybody knows that iâm a mess. â
â iâm sorry i let you down. â
â well, if it isnât the feeling i was trying to avoid. â
â you are not your father. â
â even on your bad days, be kind. â
â you donât want me and i need to accept that. â
â stay gentle. everyone is at war. â
â the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths. â
â i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ? â
â always be a little kinder than necessary. â
â kind words cost nothing. â
â i am being perfectly fucking civil. â
â weâll never be those kids again. â
â iâm the original family disappointment. â
â if karma doesnât hit you, i fucking will. â
â if you canât be happy, at least you can be drunk. â
â you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but iâm here. â
â guess youâll just have to fight me. â
â i never asked to be like this. â
â wow. youâre a dick. â
What survived may not be kind, but itâs me.
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@socvroletâ sent: âyouâre bleedinâ like a stuck pig.â
   Cuts and bruises werenât anything unusual after a rumble. In fact, that was the whole point: to beat each other up until one team succumbed. Rules were always set in place beforehand, and usually those involved all agreed to them to make it a fair fight. Theyâd all agreed on no weapons being used, and yet some asshole that Dallas had gotten hold of had panicked and pulled a switchblade on him. It couldâve been worse----much worse. He only got a cut along the palm of his hand, but it was deep and blood was dripping from his fingertips. The soc knew heâd fucked up by pulling a stunt like that, as heâd sprinted away as fast as his legs could carry him. Heâd gotten into his car and driven away before Dallas had the chance to catch up to him.
   âItâs nothinâ,â Dallas replied, waving Sherriâs concerns off. Heâd been hurt worse before, and right now he only had one thing on his mind: beating the snot outta the soc who pulled a blade on him. It was dark and he didnât get a real good look at him, but he was convinced heâd know him to see him. Brows were knit together in a deep frown, eyes narrowed. He was in a bad mood, and that always meant bad news was likely to follow. âIf you know the kid who did this, you let him know that heâd better hope I donât catch him alone. The little shit is gonna regret crossing me.â While Dallas was all for breaking the rules, he would stick to them during rumbles. It was the law that he hated and went out of his way to disobey. For the soc who wronged him, he would repay the damage tenfold.
âSome cute redhead, huh?â

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@notloadedâ liked for a starter
Arms folded over her chest, head ducked low- she knew this was an awful time to be without her car. The cold night air seemed to sting more than usual, and it didnât help she had to walk through the other side of town just to get home. As tough as she made herself to be, that didnât make her any less unsafe out here.
Wind blowing her hair back, green eyes narrowed towards the street. The lights out there suddenly didnât seem so bright. She could hear the distant hum of music, probably from a nearby party. A stupid fight with an ex wasnât worth this, she knew better.
A pause, once she caught sight a shadow, maybe. A figure much taller than her, it looked like. this was unfortunately the only way home- so avoiding what seemed to be a stranger wasnât an option. However, the closer she got, Sherri realized maybe sheâd prefer someone she didnât know. Then again, in this town? That wasnât likely. She could tell now, it was Dallas. What was he doing out here? Sherri had absolutely no idea. But she kept her head down, silently wishing sheâd been much smarter than this.
   On this side of town, people were known to be especially rough. Crime rates were higher and walking alone could be pretty dangerous. It wasnât anything compared to New York, though, where there were often kids who died from a fight that went too far. Sometimes it was in rumbles that allowed the usage of weapons, ranging from brass knuckles to chains or even knives. Tulsa was a little more calm that way, and Dallas sometimes found himself a little bored because not as much went on.
   Walking alone wasnât wise, especially alone at night, but Dallas had a blade on him and figured he could scare off any punks who wanted to pick a fight with him. He was heading over to Buckâs, which was where he usually stayed when he needed a place to sleep, when he spotted a familiar figure in the near distance. Heâd know that long red hair anywhere. Sherri Valance, better known as Cherry. What was a girl like her doing wait out here by her lonesome?
   Tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with the heel of his boot, Dallas then proceeded on over towards Sherri. Her head was down, but he knew damn well that sheâd seen him. A grin, crooked and bordering on feral took shape on his lips as he approached. âHey, Red,â he greeted her, his pace matching Sherriâs own while he walked beside her. âWhatâre you doinâ in this part of town all alone, huh? You got a death wish or somethinâ?â Sherri stuck out like a sore thumb. It would be obvious to anyone that she came from money, and that meant trouble. Socâs werenât welcome around these parts, and it would be easy for someone to jump her and take whatever money she had for themselves. Hell, she was lucky that Dallas, known as the toughest and coldest of them all, hadnât decided to.
Diane Lane and Matt Dillon in Francis Ford Coppolaâs Rumble Fish (1982)
DP: Stephen H. Burum
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Iâm livin for all these The Outsiders rp blogs
starters from the 1967 book, THE OUTSIDERS by s.e. hinton
âquit shaking me, iâm okay.â
âthey didnât hurt you too bad, did they?â
âyouâre bleedinâ like a stuck pig.â
âdid they pull a blade on you?â
âthey ainât gonna hurt you no more.â
âyouâre crazy, (Â name ), out of your mind.â
âwhat were you doinâ, walkinâ by your lonesome?â
âyou donât ever think.â
âitâs just because youâre the baby â i mean, he loves you a lot.â
âhow come you dropped out?â
âwhatâs it like?â
âtake your feet off my chair and shut your trap.â
âoh, my, my, youâve got me scared to death.â
âguess what iâve been in for?â
âyou donât look the type.â
âwhatâs your name?â
âwhatâs a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?â
âglory, what time is it?â
âyou what?!â
âoh no! no, not my hair!â
âiâm still tired.â
âthings have been happening so fast ⌠â
âi killed a kid last night.â
âthere sure is a lot of blood in people.â
âiâll stop crying in a minute ⌠i canât help it.â
ânothing gold can stay.â
âi always remembered it because i never quite got what he meant by it.â
âi look lousy, but donât rub it in.â
âiâll get them, donât worry!â
âand donât but me about it.â
âyou shouldnât be smoking.â
âhe didnât get much sleep this week. he hardly slept at all.â
âheâs getting might big to be carried.â
âi canât feel anything below the middle of my back ⌠â
âyouâll be okay.â
âi donât want to die now. it ainât enough.â
âitâs not fair.â
âi donât want to see her.â
âi am a menace to society. man, do i have fun!â
âstay gold, (Â name ), stay gold.â
âI donât know. Itâs just ⌠I canât stand to hear yâall fight. Sometimes ⌠I just have to get out or ⌠itâs like Iâm the middleman in a tug oâwar and Iâm being split in half. You dig?â

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raise your hand if youâre a lil bit of an asshole
And like that, you were gone.
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@optimisthayesâ (DBD starter)
   Going down to the basement in the killers shack was always a risky move, as getting caught there often didnât end well. Dallas was in the middle of searching the chest for medical supplies when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, prompting him to cease his search and turn his head to look over his shoulder. He was prepared to get up and run past them, but he soon discovered that it was another injured survivor down here with him.
   âLooks like youâre outta luck, lady. Thereâs nothinâ here,â Dallas said as he got to his feet. There was a flashlight and a few other things, but nothing that he personally thought to be worth taking. Before he could say anything else, heavier footsteps could be heard above them. No doubt they belonged to the killer known as the Trapper, who was in the process of setting up his trap. With every footstep, bits of dust and debris fell down. A floorboard was coming lose right above where Leilani stood, and so Dallas reached out to grab her by the wrist and pull her out of the way. The wood narrowly missed her and clattered heavily against the hard floor of the basement, which was stained with blood from the numerous sacrifices made. Lest they wanted to add to it, they would have to remain very, very quiet.
@clichedâ (DBD starter)
   Dallas didnât know how he ended up in this place, but he wouldnât be surprised if heâd died and gone to hell after all the shit heâd done in such a short amount of years. Heâd never been a good person. He knew it and everyone else did too. However, he had his doubts about some of the other people stuck in the realm with him. People like Claudette and Kate and Steve seemed like genuinely good people who didnât belong here.
   âThese killers have super-strength or somethinâ?â It was his first time going up against a female member of the Legion, and heâd been a little shocked to see that someone so small could possess such strength. âMan, that little broad threw me over her shoulder like I weighed nothinâ,â Dallas added while he finished bandaging a wound heâd received on his arm. He was keeping his voice low too, as to avoid drawing attention.

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Dallas Winston and Annabelle Rose Shadows: Birthday starter for @notloadedââ
âSOMETIMES HOME HAS A HEARTBEAT.â Â Â Â TENDER is the gaze that remains focused on words she canât help but read again. Such an EFFORT was placed into a gift she HOPED would be ADORED by the one person she considered her HOME. No part of her REGRETTING the countless hours of work. The lack of sleep that connected to ASSURING such a gift would be possible. IT WOULD BE WORTH IT IF IT MEANT SEEING HAPPINESS BEHIND HIS EYES. She knows him ENOUGH TO KNOW he wonât be PLEASED with her spending money like this on him. ONLY SHE DOESNâT CARE - HE DESERVES THIS AND SO MUCH MORE. Even if most BELIEVED he was UNDESERVING of such things. The opinions of others donât matter to her. WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT THEY HAVE - WHAT THEY FEEL FOR ONE ANOTHER. What matters is that for the first time in her entire life she has a home. THAT HOME IS IN THE ARMS OF DALLAS WINSTON. The engraved dog tag is GENTLY placed back in the box, her eyes giving the oxidized silver a final glance before SECURING its safety.Â
   WHAT TIMING HE HAS - ENTERING THE DINER AS SHE HIDES THE GIFT. The smile that appears on her lips is GENUINE. Standing from the booth to make herself visible to him. FOUR MONTHS SINCE THEIR FIRST ENCOUNTER. Four months since their hearts CONNECTED in a way she never believed possible. LONELINESS WASNâT A PART OF HER LIFE ANYMORE. She was now part of a FAMILY because of Dallas. Soon enough the booth would be filled with FAMILIAR faces. A SPECTACLE WASNâT GOING TO BE MADE OF HIS BIRTHDAY - SHE WAS JUST GOING TO GIVE IT THE IMPORTANCE IT DESERVED. As he comes closer, her hands find their way to his waist WITHOUT second thought. The smile doesnât abandon her as their lips meet. HEARTFELT IS THE KISS AS HER BODY NOW RESTS AGAINST HIS OWN. âI have something for you⌠I hope you like it⌠Be honest if you donât, okay?â One hand pulls out the box as she slowly holds it out between them both. APPREHENSIONS THREATENING TO TAKE OVER. âHappy birthdayâŚâ Eyes mett with his again, green eyes filled with CHILD-LIKE NERVES.
   Dallas had never been one to celebrate birthdayâs. At least, not his own. He saw no reason to, simply because he didnât think aging was something to celebrate. Heâd shared his thoughts on it with the gang before, and Annabelle too. It was just like any other day where heâd meet Belle at the diner where she worked--something that had become somewhat of a routine for him now (and the other boys, too). He like stopping by and visiting her, and occasionally threatening guys who were eyeing his girl. They always backed off real quick, but he had to be careful too unless he wanted to be kicked out. It wouldnât be the first time. Strong arms found their way around Belleâs slender waist before he leaned down a little, lips meeting with hers. He could feel her smile, and even after four months he still found himself a little shocked to see someone so genuinely happy to see him. Johnny was the only other exception, but that kid usually followed him around like a lost little puppy anyway. At Belleâs words of I have something for you, Dallasâ expression hardened a little. Oh, he hoped she hadnât spent money on him and had instead made something by herself. He knew she worked hard for the money she made, and heâd hate for her to needlessly be spending it on him. âWhat? I told you I didnât need nothinâ,â he reminded her, dark eyes dropping to look at the box held between them.
   âI oughta kick your ass for spending money on me. Guess itâs too late now though, huh?â If he knew Belle like he thought he did, then she wouldâve put a lot of thought into the gift and it would surely hurt her if he were to deny it. And so he took the box from her and proceeded to open it up, revealing the dog tag that was promptly picked up. Sometimes home has a heartbeat, it read. How quickly the two had come to find solace in one another; to be able to feel at home just by being with each other. It was a new feeling, as heâd never truly known what it meant to be home. After looking at it a moment longer, he then placed it around his neck and returned his attention to Belle, who was visibly nervous. Truthfully, he wasnât even sure how to respond. Heâd never been given a gift like this before; never had a girl who cared about him as deeply as Belle did. Gripping the tag in the palm of his hand from where it hung around his neck, he then placed a kiss against Belleâs forehead. âI wonât go using this one as a lighter.â Nah. It was too nice for that. Too special, too. It was nice to have the feeling of a chain around his neck again though, as the one he used to wear had been given to Belle. âThank you.â
We are not people who touch each other carelessly. Every point of contact between us feels importan. A rush of energy and relief.
                  Dallas Winston
     I meant every word I said when I said that I love you I meant that I love you forever.           And Iâm gonna keep on loving you because itâs the only thing I wanna do.                   I donât wanna sleep I just wanna keep on loving you.
                   Annabelle Rose
Please, take your secrets, your worries and bury them into my lips. I swear Iâll look after them. I swear Iâll love you more.