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ANON OR NOT, TELL MY MUSE WHAT THEY NEED || ACCEPTING

Ignore the microwave is on and there's popping while John hums.

"And that is not an invite for you to buzz my hair off Clari. Or anyone else in this lair."

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

You are all the intimidating aura of a quokka.

skfgskdgfs the comparison i'm losing it. zeke babe, you're biased lol <3

it  all  happens  so  fast.      —      don't  most  things  in  their  world?  lydia  only  ever  remembers  time  being  the  enemy.  one  wrong  blink  and  game  over!  young  girl  should  know  this  by  now,  but  she  still  finds  herself  lingering  a  minute  too  long  amongst  the  walker  horde  they've  been  easing  through;    stands  with  them  like  they're  friends  rather  than  foes    /    momentary  peace  found  in  the  familiarity  they  offer    …    until  @tmrrwppl's  grip  pulls  her  to  a  safer  distance.  the  words  that  follow  no  doubt  come  from  a  place  of  concern  and  while  lydia  wants  to  cling  to  that  notion  someone  cares,  they  instead  bite  at  her  something  harsh.  defences  immediately  rise.      "i  never  asked  you  to  do  that."      defiant  response  escapes  in  a  petulant  huff.  it  isn't  him  she's  frustrated  with  as  much  as  herself.  embarrassment    (  or  is  it  shame?  )    flushes  cheeks  pink  because  she  doesn't  know  how  to  explain  time  raised  amongst  the  whisperers  has  taught  her  to  find  more  comfort  from  the  dead  than  the  living.  they're  what  she  understands:    far  less  scarier  than  the  people  who  now  offer  what  she  doesn't  dare  believe  might  be  friendship  or  family.  shove  them  away,  before  they  end  up  just  like  henry.      "i  never  asked  anyone  to  do  that."

(Russian Roulette or whatever my dumpster fires, these are never incorrect.)

@tmrrwppl sent 🗣️ for an incorrect quote

“Sixth time is the charm. Go!” He positioned himself in what he thought was the right direction of the gummy bear, opening his mouth. Both fists up in the air in victory as it landed on target. “You’re getting the hang of it, try another.”