10yrs

10yrs from now
  • some asshole: why are you painting the baby's nursery when you don't know what their gender will be yet?!?!?
  • me, slathering the guest room wall with black paint: it doesn't matter because i know my baby will be goth

incorrecttrainerquotes  asked:

Compared with others Giovanni is probably the best Parent here and if you count Guzma as part of Lusamines plan one with the least destructive take on world domination.

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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anonymous asked:

do you have any buddies lance and shiro headcanons?

Shyeah

  • Once the team has time to like.. take a break… Lance immediately starts catching Shiro up on everything he missed during his year of captivity. Well, okay, Keith gets to handle all the ‘personal’ details about Shiro’s family and stuff but Lance owns the CORNER on all the celebrity gossip, shitty political situations, and newborn memes that occurred during the past year.
    • Shiro: Oh my god, (insert celebrity couple) is having a baby???
    • Lance: I KNOW right, nobody saw this coming!! Man, that baby is gonna look so GOOD.
    • Shiro: I want to be that baby
    • Lance: Same hat
  • They’re often paired up because of the whole short vs long distance fighter thing so they go through a Lot Of Weird Missions together to the point where whenever something bad happens they’re both just. Nonplussed.
    • Something catastrophic: (happens)
    • Lance: Aw shit… It’s Tuesday, isn’t it.
    • Shiro: Terrible Tuesday strikes again :/
  • Lance is shown to be pretty emotionally savvy so whenever Shiro starts to feel overwhelmed in a situation Lance immediately acts as a distraction and draws all the attention while someone gets Shiro to a safer place.
  • After a couple months in space Lance cools his hormones and becomes less flirty with every breathing thing, but by then Shiro trying to rein him in has become sort of an inside joke between them
    • Lance: Okay okay okay. How about I get to flirt with three aliens on this planet because I did so well in training last time.
    • Shiro: Three aliens? Yeah, right. You can flirt with one alien, but if you use a really bad line I’m allowed to drag you away.
    • Lance: But you always drag me away!!
    • Shiro: Because all your lines are bad lol
  • Lance assumes that Shiro must be REALLY POPULAR w the everyone due to the whole ‘ace pilot, personally chosen for the Kerberos mission’ thing, so he goes to him for advice and Shiro is just like (sweats)
    • Shiro: Um. Pick-up lines? Yes. I know many. I keep them in, in my pocket.
    • Lance: You keep pick-up lines… in your pocket? Like, in a book?
    • Shiro: Y… yes……
    • Lance: ………….
    • Shiro: …………
    • Lance: Dude, me too!! :D
    • Shiro: Oh god I can’t do this.
  • Lance cries real tears the day he realizes that Shiro has absolutely no game. Mainly tears of sorrow for Allura though LMAO
  • Speaking of which… The ribbing. 
    • Lance: So, how’s your courtship with Allura going? Have you managed to hold hands yet?? ;) ;) ;) 
    • Shiro: Real funny Lance… you know I’m not ready for second base yet :/
  • Shiro doing basic/normal chores around the Castle and Lance (+Hunk) acting as his hype-men in the background. Yes Shiro, fold that fucking shirt. KING OF LAUNDRY.
  • I think that… Shiro really, really relates to Lance’s homesickness. Because all the younger paladins, they got ripped away from home within maybe 15 minutes. But Shiro? Yeah, he signed up for a mission in space… But not for a year in captivity. The only difference is that, as the leader, Shiro can’t afford to look back. But he can try to help Lance, and maybe cope through him.
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This is Bullet.
Bullet is a cat.
Bullet loves Kongs.
Bullet also decapitated a Kong designed for small dogs.
It’s stronger than the kitty Kongs.
Don’t make Bullet mad please.
He’d tried to take off fingers.
Send h elp.

anonymous asked:

I followed for your glorious lil 10yr old dust mop... I love him

Favourite Mop Feature: when I stop head-scritching Aglet, she digs at the flooring/my skin in rage. when I stop head-scritching the mop, he goes ‘OH fuck, oh sorry, my turn I guess” & begins grooming my hand w his gross old man tongue

he’s so…..easy to bully? all Aglet has to do is shove her giant face in his direction, & he’ll get to work grooming? somebody stand up for this Old Man, please

(as an aside, we’re all up at my parent’s for Easter, so here are the Buns with my parent’s aggressively nude cat)