#ofknowing

FALLS ON YOU

ok so i first followed your oc and was like “omg they’re too good” AND THEN IDK HOW IT CAME TO THIS BUT NOW WE TALK TO EACH OTHER OOC ABOUT EVERY DAY AND YOU ALSO LET ME VENT AND THEN FEELINGS ABOUT NUX AND CAPABLE AND YOUR TOAST

YOUR /TOAST/ not like the toast you make but hte toast u rp u feel

Send me ⊙ for a 6 song soundtrack to describe our muses together.

leaving tonight -- the birthday massacre

there's a place we can all be together / where the moon and the stars reside

fight like a girl -- emilie autumn

i’m giving you a head start / you’re going to need it,/ ‘cause I fight like a girl

mrs brown’s lullaby -- nanny mcphee

will you guard, will you keep / will you watch over please / my little ones 

moonrise -- brian crain

girls just wanna have fun -- postmodern jukebox

oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones / and girls they want to have fun

you’ll be in my heart -- phil collins

She was on her way to find Toast, even if Joe was now dead— saying or even thinking that she is going to talk to one of his breeders felt odd. Especially on the task she was on right now— guns. Who would ever think that a wife, someone who had been spoiled all their life would know about something that most Warboys loved. Siv was the exception to that rule, she didn’t know what it was about guns but it seemed wrong.  She  never fully  knew what made her feel this way, she always just figured it had to do with her past— if she could remember it, but she didn’t need to dig that up now.

When Immortan Joe ruled and was prospering, as crazy as he was, things were calm. . . Siv always was able to escape from learning about weapons; being that she was more interested in the mechanics side of things people let it slide, but now Siv could hear the battles coming. Nothing is safe for long, not even the Citadel. So, she decided it was time to learn and she sure as hell wasn’t going to ask one of the boys, she’d rather look like a fool in front of one of the  wives then one of the boys. Where they could tease her till her short left ended.

❛a girl’s best friend is a small handgun.❜

{ she rattles off without a thought as she places the   weapon manual on top of the stack of books.   turning, she motions for the girl to join her with   the flick of her head. }

❛didn’t used to be like that, y’know. you could get by with a canister of pepper spray and mean left hook.❜