Psycic? Sounds like science fiction

I’m not on the ship. I’m in the ship. I am the ship. River. River’s gone. Then who exactly are we talking to? You’re talking to Serenity. And Early? Serenity is very unhappy.

I’m not on the ship. I’m in the ship. I am the ship. River. River’s gone. Then who exactly are we talking to? You’re talking to Serenity. And Early? Serenity is very unhappy.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's just a dream!"

"What were you dreaming about...? You were shouting..."

"I woke up because you were screaming so loudly."

"Shh- No, no, don't panic, love. You're safe now."

"It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!"

"I don't ever want to sleep again. What if-what if I dream about that again?"

"If you tell me, it'll go away. That's what my mom/dad always told me and it's never failed me."

"Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?"

"I don't want to go back to sleep..."

"I'm so scared ... I can't stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!"

"There's really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?"

"How do I know I'm not still dreaming? You're acting really strangely."

"Let's get you to the shower, you're covered in sweat."

"There's really nobody else here."

"You've got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams."

"I don't even know what a peaceful night's sleep is like anymore."

"I can't do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop..."

"Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."

"I can't go back to sleep after that. I need coffee-no, I need a drink, a stiff one."

"How long have you been having these nightmares?"

"I've had nightmares all my life, but they've been really bad recently."

"You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you'll get some rest?"

"I'd kill for a peaceful night's sleep."

"A dream catcher? Honestly? I'm not a child."

"Nothing's ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be nightmare, literally."

“That’s a lot of blood…” 

“That’s not good…” 

“I think that’s more than a little cut.”

“You’re looking rather pale.”

“You’re bleeding!”

“That doesn’t look good…” 

“I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.” 

“That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.” 

“How do I get it to stop?!” 

“How are you still standing?!”

“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.” 

“What happened to you?”

“I can’t feel my fingers anymore…” 

“Everything hurts.” 

“Is everything supposed to go dark?”

“Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.” 

“It’s just a cut.” 

“I’ve had worse.” 

“You’re bleeding all over my floor!” 

“You better not die on me.” 

“They got a lucky shot…” 

“Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!” 

“You need to keep pressure on it.” 

“Don’t move!” 

“That looks nasty.” 

“Am I dying?” 

Today’s disabled character of the day is River Tam from the Firefly series, who has an eidetic memory, schizophrenia, brain trauma, and an unspecified trauma disorder

Requested by Anon

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backedagainstthewall​:

“You can do it.  Stay with me” he said.  He wondered why exactly she’d phrased it “I’ll be good” twice, but now wasn’t the time to ask.  

He took the lockpicks.  He wasn’t the fastest lockpicker, but he knew how to do it, as long as it wasn’t some extremely complicated lock.  Then they could be stuck.  

“I’ll get it” he assured her.  But he knew to test the door first.  And fortunately, it was unlocked.  “Well, it was easier than I thought.”  He put the lockpicks in his pocket.  “We’re almost out.  Once we’re out of here and someplace safe, trust me, I’ll let you sleep for days if you want, but stay awake for a little while longer.  I got a car, it’s maybe a few hundred yards away.  Heck, you can sleep in there.  Just a few minutes.”  

River stumbled after him, all but dead on her feet. She giggled at the unlocked door, finding it unreasonably funny.

“Not for days. Not days. Don’t want to be stuck there for that long. Just need… Just a little bit of sleep…” She glanced around, needing a second to let her eyes adjust and take a deep breath of fresh air. It had been so long since she had been outside.

James almost laughed at the door being unlocked, but it was a bit of a tense situation.  He had to be alert in case they ran into anyone on the other side of the door.  

“Sleep later, escape now” James insisted.  He needed to get her to his car soon.  He had no idea when the last time she slept, ate, or had a decent time to rest was.  Her adrenaline had kicked in, but it could only go so far.  

Her grin grew with each addition to their basket. “Milk. But maybe also something… healthy? That’s something we need… Vitamins and things for good building blocks.” 

She frowned, looking around the store, “There aren’t that many… Do they know what a vegetable looks like here? Vegetables are very important. Many many vitamins. They need vegetation…”

.

“Vegetables…vegetables…” He murmured the word to himself like some sort of mantra, eyes darting around to try and see if there actually were any around. Didn’t seem like it. Then again, this was just the smallest form of a supermarket.

“I think… maybe… you doing this job is your way back. You care about humans because… because you’re one of them. Because you need to keep them…” and by extension yourself safe but River trailed off before she could finish the thought. There were some things some people needed to figure out for themselves, and she thought maybe this was one of them. “You fight this fight to prove your… personness. If you’re not human, than what are you?” And what am I? Another unspoken question. 

“What… what else is there? Besides the people and the monster-people and the werewolves and demons and… us…?” She glanced over at Cara from under her lashes, suddenly not wanting to meet the other woman’s eyes. It was easier to see herself as a person, as ‘human’ when that was the only option, but in this new world full of terrors… the multitude of options was frightening.

Cara offered the other woman a small, sad smile, “There is no way back. Who I was - who I planned on being… Everything was demolished. And it’s okay, you can say whatever you want to say, I won’t be offended.” She then shook her head, “I fight this fight to make up for what Analiese and I did - to fulfill a silent promise I made to the people we killed - but I know, deep down… That’s not possible. As for what I am, I honestly don’t know. A monster - remnants of a monster. The ghost, the shell of the old Cara Quinn…” Either way, it was nothing good.

send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

backedagainstthewall​:

James could just barely feel her holding on to his backpack.  It was for the best, as long as she didn’t pull him back.  It would make it harder for them to get separated.  

“No, not yet” he said.  “You can sleep as much as you want when we get out of here.  I can get us to safety.  You can sleep on the ride.  But you got to stay awake now, you hear me?  And I ain’t leaving you behind.  Not after getting you out of there in the first place.  You can make it…”

They hadn’t run into any trouble, and had now made it to where he’d got in the building in the first place.  Outside could be a problem.  They’d be exposed for a good minute.  But as long as the woman had the energy, they could probably outrun anyone who pursued them.  “We’re almost there.  Stay with me.”

She stumbled after him almost blindly, stuck somewhere between her present predicament and a memory threatening to take over. “I’ll… I’ll keep going, I promise. I can keep going. You don’t have to hu- I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good…”

When they reached the door, River offered him the lock picks she had borrowed from him earlier. “I can… if you need me to but you’ll probably be faster…” River didn’t want to admit that she didn’t entirely trust herself to be able to pick the lock, she didn’t even have a feeling for whether the door was even locked in the first place. 

“You can do it.  Stay with me” he said.  He wondered why exactly she’d phrased it “I’ll be good” twice, but now wasn’t the time to ask.  

He took the lockpicks.  He wasn’t the fastest lockpicker, but he knew how to do it, as long as it wasn’t some extremely complicated lock.  Then they could be stuck.