#mudblccd

@mudblccd asked: "you didn't mean that, did you?"

@mudblccd​ said: “❛   O shizl gzngahr BBBBBTTTTTGGGGTGGGGTGGGG shzn blah hary % + 7, , 1 9 3 4 19 ckin etd vaus erstn gubl chn q shnitzi guorsn blkn  (, , 18 469   ❜ | FROM MUDBLCCD LMAO”

what’s your favorite scary movie? | accepting

▸   @mudblccd   ⟶   ❛  "and the - the bitch and the - and the - out the fucking door - " // - insomniac skitzo rambling for chum KSNSKNSKSS  ❜   ╱   (  the lolcow verse , accepting .  )

          Chum nods along as Peyton trips over her words and hits her with some active listening phrases like ‘I see’ and ‘oh, really?’ even though he doesn’t really see anything yet.  It is all clear as mud to him.

          Out the door—he follows her eyeline and points.  “Out that door?” he says, still not fully understanding the significance of it.  He wants to be helpful, though, because what else are friends for?  Anyone with sense might say that he and Peyton do not know each other well enough to be considered friends yet, but Chum is not one of those people.

▸   @mudblccd   ⟶   ❛  my muse pulls your muse into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go. | WALKING DEAD VERSE , LET HER SMOTHER HIM SDOIHSHDSD  ❜   ╱   (  emotional , accepting .  )

          If this had been any other circumstance, any other time in Craig’s life, he might have pushed Peyton off of him, asked what the hell she was doing, insisted that she was not his real mom.  However, with his family gone now, he realizes that this is the closest he is going to get to having that ever again.

          For a moment, he just stands there, arms at his sides, letting it happen.  He allows himself the time to take in the bittersweet feeling of being drawn into the warmth of another person, the worn jacket she’s wearing rough against his dirty cheek.  She is not what he really wants, but she is what he has, and his throat goes dry with emotion.

          Slowly, he brings his arms around her waist and squeezes her in return, like his mother whenever he got hurt and she finished scolding him for doing something stupid.  An embrace both apologetic and grateful.  Happy that she hasn’t left him yet, and so sorry that he is a stupid little kid and another mouth to feed and scared.  Someday, he wants to not be so scared, and then he can start doing more right by her.

To say that they understood the calling cards of a cult would be an understatement, as by all classifications what they were was a cult leader as well. More righteous than the rest, a right hand to their god, overseeing countless others and being their physical link to all that was considered holy. In a way, it makes it far easier to spot those who were under a similar sort of spell, though that observation would never be turned inward. Why would they? Why should they? They benefit the galaxy.

Six has not broken the silence that hangs between them and Peyton; studying her, watching for any signs of violence. Their appearance generally was a sticking point when meeting beings on planets that were not yet aware of the existence of others besides them in the universe. If they did not have to engage, they tried not to, but there were always outlying circumstances that required them to come into contact with others.