deliverance !*

             There’s mild disbelief and open interest in Mari’s CD player. Jesus can’t help but remember his old teenage days with one of his own, but that was so long ago. Before everything, even. His smile is kind, sincere then.   “    I haven’t seen one of those in a long time. Does it by chance still work?   ”

— Chewing hard at his bottom lip, Luke’s eyebrows furrow deeply. He’s always been one to underplay situations, and in turn, the rather nasty cut along his upper thigh is practically disregarded for the time being. He adverts his gaze, and gives a simple shrug of his shoulders.

      “Look, s’nothin’ worse than I’ve dealt with before. I’ll clean it up myself later, it’ll be fine.”

[ continued from here !!  — @wordgiven. ]

hurt/wounded sentences.

     IT’S NOT BEEN SINCE RUBY THAT A SMILE has lifted his heart and given him butterflies and he feels SILLY about it but Jake embraces it at the same time. Venturing into this WHATEVER IT IS  will be a first for him in the ways of being with another male. It’s terrifying but its also exciting to say the least. The thought doesn’t escape him if its more than obvious to Paul but he won’t even bother to ask. Jake has already surprised himself enough by making that first move, but he knows that if he didn’t then he’d have regretted it later. Maybe Paul senses his damage and somehow knew that he shouldn’t push too hard for anything. The man seems INTUITIVE in such ways. When Paul breaks free and those lips of his peck a few more onto his jawline, Jacoby can’t help but to take a deep intake of air. His heart feels like its in his stomach, but in an indescribable GOOD way. “I’ve not been sure of A LOT in my life, but this isn’t one of them.” 

                ❝  I KNOW, i know, it’s just – ❞  there’s a tug at his heart, something he’s been trying to ignore in the days of rebuilding. couldn’t be the dark cloud over javi’s parade. but there are things not so easily forgotten, and he lets his fingers gently graze along the scarring wound between his brows.  ❝  you weren’t there. he didn’t  —  javi didn’t tell anyone. when my dad left, i thought i could save him. y’know, as a person. i thought i could get him to turn back a-and … help everyone here. i thought i was helping, but i fucked it all up. it’s my fault he’s dead. ❞

I LIKE TO BE CALLED: Lizzy, but my real name is Elizabeth.

MY FAVORITE COLOR IS: Red

GENDER: Female

ONE THING YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME: I have a bad tendency to disappear online at times due to work. As much as I love my job as a kindergarten teacher it makes me suuuper tired during the week. 

ONE THING YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MY MUSE: He only really says flirtatious comments if he’s interested in someone, and if he’s interested you can bet he’ll be extremely loyal and patient. 

SECOND LANGUAGE: I speak Spanish though it’s rusty at times. 

HIGHLIGHT:

AGE RANGE: under 13  |  14 – 17  | 18 – 22  |  23 – 25  |  26 – 29  |  30+  |  70+ 

AM I OKAY WITH NSFW?: yes (depends) |  no  | once in a blue moon

MY FAVORITE/MOST COMMON THING TO RP IS:  angst  |  fluff | smut | crack |  other |  all

OC FRIENDLY?: yes  |  no  |  depends

RP BLOG:  is ooc |  doesn’t contain OOC posts

TAGGING:

TAGGED BY: @beaniesandmachetes

hurt/wounded sentences.

hurt/wounded sentences.

         “   Are you worried about him being out there?   ”    position is lax as Paul rests his form on the nearby table, his expression inquisitive. He knows from Maggie that Negan is still alive, out there. From what she’s said he sounds rather eager to die but Paul knows Negan’s always been a wild card. There’s no predicting him.

"Listen.. listen t'me... I'm so proud of you..."

"The world's not as bad as you think it is."

"Call it a metalcut. Like a papercut, but bigger and more lethal."

"It hurts."

"Call an ambulance!"

"Help me."

"Are you all right?"

"No, stay with me. Stay awake."

"Wake up!"

"We need to get out of here."

"Forget it."

"I can patch you up. You'll be fine."

"Stop complaining!"

"Who did this to you?"

"What are you doing in a hospital-- why are you bleeding?"

"It's just a flesh wound."

"What do you mean, you're okay?"

"Put it down."

"How did this one happen, exactly?"

"If you didn't want her to slap you, you shouldn't've been an idiot."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Do you remember me?"

"Do I know you?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Don't speak. Just.. look at me."

"Keep your eyes open."

"Look at me."

"It's allowed to hurt."

"I can't do this!"

"Just let it happen."

"I don't care. If it will save you, I'll do it."

"I'd do ANYTHING to keep you alive so don't for a second tell me to not worry."

"You're meant to be stronger than this."

"Pull something out that will fix this. You always have something."

"I'm not actually a doctor."

"IS THERE A DOCTOR ON THE TRAIN?"

"Stop moving."

         HANDS GESTURE upwards in an almost mock-surrender motion. It isn’t the first time Paul’s had a gun aimed at him as can be probably obvious his rather mellow attitude at the moment. Regardless, it’s still a bit irritating at times.       “   Hey now, hasn’t anyone told you before that aiming a gun at people’s face is rude? I’m not here to cause problems if that’ll reassure you. ”