Shit this account has been inactive for years but I still have almost 600 followers on it so anyone I use to rp with or whatever. Jax is on my multi muse over @liftedrelics
I miss Jax wow. If anyone wonders what happened to me. I left rp for a couple years to have my second kid. You can find me here on my multi-muse.
walkingwhitaker replied to your post: *Gives Jake a cookie*
A special cookie Jake.
WRONG ANSWER.
THE CORRECT ANSWER SHOULD HAVE BEEN OREO.
That one cookie was expensive Jake.
OCs
Usually, Judith could ease into conversation without so much of a problem or hesitation but because of everything that has happened - having everyone from WOODBURY move in under her fathers kind gesture – it just seemed harder to talk to those that associated with the man that wanted nothing more to hurt them in ways – Judith could only imagine. Yet, deep down inside of her – she knew that JAX wasn’t a bad person, she knew that the others that came with him were just as desperate to get the fuck out of there before THE GOVERNOR exploded. It didn’t really matter anyway. It wasn’t like he was going to be around her for the rest of her life. “ Who didn’t I lose. ” Judith began but didn’t specify the dead. “ No. Not yet. The only thing that I’ve killed are just walkers but – I hope I don’t have to, you know? I’m already FUCKED UP in the head. It’ll just go down down hill from there. ”
He UNDERSTOOD why she was distant. Skeptical of himself and the others, because they came from a place that spoke DANGER. Not because of the people that lived there, but because of the man who lead them down a dark path of his own destruction. It was of Jax’s own volition to follow that man into battle. The GOVERNOR filled his mind, and the mind’s of others with false propaganda, pushing them to believe that Judith, her family, and everyone in this prison was a danger to their way of living.
“It was just an example really, of the common conversations between people these days ” He pauses, pinching a blade of grass between index and thumb, yanking it from the root && rolling it between his fingers. “There’s no more ‘How was work’ or ‘how was school’ or ‘how was your day’ && I don’t think we’ll ever get back to that point, not any time soon anyway.” There’s a pull to his lips, hidden from Judith’s view because he knows, he knows what it feels like. “Once you KILL someone, once you take a life you can’t come back from that.”
Maybe that wasn’t the best conversation starter she could come up with but it was SOMETHING to keep the silence from eating away her insides. Though - it seemed like it wasn’t working. The eldest had trouble staring at his expression that she had caused so instead her gaze fell on his shoulder. “ I’m sorry. —– Shouldn’t have brought it up. ”
IT’S NOT OKAY. The memory of Max’s death. The sudden bone shattering scream from his nine year old brother, the way his stomach dropped && his heart raced. Every battle, every FRIEND lost in the war was NOTHING in comparison to holding his younger brother in his arms as he bled out; as he held the barrel of that gun to his head && PULLED THE TRIGGER.
He brushes it off now. Judith’s kindness was unusual, but accepted nonetheless. “Everyone’s been through something, it seems to be the small talk these days who did you lose? Did you have to kill someone to make it this far? it’s the norm now.”
@asskickergrimcs continued from X
Jax didn’t TALK about Max much, if EVER. It was a difficult subject, especially among STRANGERS. Everyone these days understood LOSS, but it wasn’t something he felt comfortable sharing.
“Yea he’s gone.”
❛ It is as if the engine of my heart has pulled to a stop. I no longer feel very much more than numb.
PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.
DADDY MADE A S O L D I E R OUT OF ME.
PTSD isn’t just flashbacks. while a lot of movies, books, games etc equate post traumatic stress disorder to having extremely vivid flashbacks in which one thinks the trauma is happening again, this is not the only symptom of PTSD, nor is it a requirement for having the disorder.
other symptoms of PTSD include
- problems sleeping
- nightmares
- hypervigilance (constantly checking surroundings for safety, looking for any possible threat)
- being easily startled
- being emotionally numb or not experiencing joy
- seeing the world as a terrible place
- memory loss
- trouble relating to others
- physiological or strong emotional reactions to reminders of trauma
- intrusive thoughts about the trauma
flashbacks are not the be all and end all of PTSD. it’s a much more complex disorder than it’s portrayed in a lot of media, nor is it military exclusive. i hope this post can at least help educate some people beyond the incomplete and in some cases outright wrong information that a lot of people have.
❛ SCREW YOU, I’m going! ❜
“ Not alone you’re not. “ It was clear that Enid had made up her mind, that she wasn’t going to listen to reason. “ You wanna put yourself in the line of fire I’m gonna be right there next to you and you can’t tell me otherwise. “ She was sneaky, quick to get away and he admired her for her cleverness; but he knew what she was capable of. She wasn’t going alone.
"I could kill you right now!"
“ So why haven’t you? “ It was an honest question. Her tone, the vibration in her voice as she threatened him. Sure, she might be capable of putting a bullet between his eyes, but was she allowed. “ You’ve got me, no weapons, on my knees. Just the way NEGAN likes it right?“