#tj talks
hey tumblr, the “shortened posts’ thing in my settings isn’t fucking toggled. act like it.
what we don’t do is use the neurodivergent card when there are consequences to our actions.
my body aches in places i didn’t realise could ache holy fuck
okay but people who have some sort of rare genetic mutation during the apocalypse (im thinking zombie but hey it could be anything) where they become immune to being infected with the virus/bite/sickness WHATEVER but like…halfway through. Like they get infected and begin the signs of changing but then their body fights it and neutralizes it and now they’re immune. But they’re also left with half of the process so they’re partially fucked up looking with half scarred bodies, teeth grown sharp and jagged and sometimes so big they protrude from their mouth, red eyes and a clawed hands. but it also comes as a built in camouflage. They can walk through hordes of infected and not get attacked because they’re seen as one of them via scent or some shit. So these half immune people are like. a HEAVILY desire source for getting supplies/travelling through heavy infected areas despite people full on hating them and wanting to kill them out of paranoia and lack of trust.
Probably called something like ‘half-bloods’ or some shit. Most of them would probably tend to stick together for safety but also there’s a sense of arrogance. The infected can’t hurt them, so what the fuck is a lame little human gonna do to them? and they KNOW these fuckers need their help too so they offer prices for their services.
Others tend to stay alone out of fear of their body and what others will do to them. probably wearing masks as well to keep it hidden from others when they do supply/smuggle runs.
There’s probably some religious fanatics who see half-blood as the supreme race/the next evolution in humanity/a sign from god or some shit. A entire cult dedicated to the half-bloods, probably run by a half-infected priest who then has his followers willingly infect themselves to join “God’s army” and only a few of them survive because of it.
Anyways, this is my way of saying “mmm sharp teef” in a apocalypse setting with some plot so i seem normal to you guys.
Living through the start of the apocalypse and being a jaded and hardened individual by the things you’ve seen. Traveling alone, adopting a “its me or you” mindset with anybody you temporarily partner with. Willing to kill anybody and anything if it means keeping yourself safe and alive.
While travelling you come across a child. A small little boy with a soft face covered in dirt, clutching a stuffed animal as he sits on a rusted bus seat somewhere in a desolate city. You approach slowly, wondering if this could be trap. You wouldn’t put it behind somebody to do such a think. He sees you and shrinks back, frightened, but you promise you wont hurt him. When you ask where his parent’s are, his face scrunches up and he squeezes the stuffed animal close to his chest.
“They’ll be right back!” He tells you loudly, as if his voice would call them forward. “They said so!”
You look around you and see nothing but abandoned buildings and turned over cars. In your head in rings out that the boy’s parents are, mostly likely dead.
You turn on your heel and walk away, hoping the image of his tiny body all alone in the city would vanish from your mind after a nights rest.
It’s hours later when you retrace your steps. Not on purpose of course, no. You’re going on a supply run, and its easiest to cut through the city like that. You walk by the bus stop again, and release settles over you. He’s gone. Surely that means his parents found him, tearful tight hugs and a soft “thank god you’re alright” before they all departed together back into the cruel world.
But then, your eyes adjust. You realize the little boy is still there, but curled up underneath the bus seat in a little ball, sound asleep.
You look around.
He won’t survive alone much longer.
It isn’t your problem.
One day was pure luck. But two is a death sentence for a child.
His parents are probably coming back.
His parents are gone and you know it.
This world isn’t made for children.
A world where you let children die for your own safety is not a world worth living in.
You sigh. With a soft curse under your breath you crouch down and rap your knuckles on the bench. His eyes shoot open and he scooches away, before realizing it’s you.
“Hey kid.” You hold out a hand to him. “tell me where your parents are, and I’ll bring you to them.”
i think one of my favorite little things in media is where a group of people are sneaking around somewhere where they are not allowed to be, and they wake up and child by mistake and they all start panicking and shushing the child and ‘hey hey its okay its okay go back to bed’ and then the child opens their mouth and screeches “MOM” and then their mother comes in with a weapon and attacks like an amazonian warrior queen out for blood
our exhibition bout is next week and we have practice tonight but i feel weirdly dizzy as shit and lightheaded so i think i may have to skip >:(
how do you guys feel about little character fabric cup holders/cozies?
I just know Javi G has a fancy ass home theater complete with a fancy shamcy popcorn machine. I know it in my heart and soul. he will make a big bowl (with exrta butter because he likes it like that) to share with you during movie nights and its so cozy you usually end up falling asleep in his lap
i would love to see somebody do the fucken seductive sword lick thing after killing some monster and then immediately gag and go “oh my god oh my god i’m gonna vomit. Why did i do that. its in my mouth ITS IN MY MOUTH” because they forgot that the sword was covered in nasty ass monster guts.
am i imagining mr sea monster a pedro man? maybe. mind your business. its pride month im allowed to be weird
i don’t use bias tape enough but a little bias tape maker…so i never have to buy packs of bias tape again….omg…..
