and nobody gives a damn either way

I used to legitimately worry about whether I had the “right face shape” for short hair, until one day it dawned on me that short hair is compulsory for all men here in the US and nobody gives a shit whether they have the “right face shape” for it. And I’ve never heard any beauty advice implying that there is a “wrong face shape” for long hair on women either.

Despite the artistry that does goes into the beauty industry, it exists first and foremost to enforce societal standards, and fuck that noise ok, the face shape bullshit is clearly dishonest and biased at best and a total myth at worst. Cut your hair any way you damn well want to and if it doesn’t look good it’s because you have a shitty ass barber ok not because you weren’t the right shape for it }:/

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I Can’t Wait To Hear You Scream PT. 17

Summary: You finally made it back to the sanctuary and the rest of the night is normal. You expect everything to go smooth the next day, until there’s another intruder.

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You followed Negan into his room and he sat Lucille down and made his way over to the bathroom, “I’m going to take a fuckin’ shower. You gonna join me this time, darlin’?”

You looked over to him and bit at your lip, “I just took one.”

He nodded, “Well, you’re still gonna be coming in here. I need you to do me a fuckin’ favor.”

“What’s that?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Clean up Lucille for me. She’s dirty as fuck.” He said motioning his head towards the bat.

You smirked and gave him a nod as he went into the bathroom.
You got up and picked Lucille up off the desk she usually laid on and carried her into the bathroom.
This was the second time ever that he let you hold her.

When you walked in, Negan was already shirtless.
You were frozen where you stood for a moment just looking over him.
His body was toned and he looked incredible, and it finally gave you a chance to see the tattoos he had scattered across his body.

He noticed and gave a coy smile, “See what the fuck you’re missing out on?”

You smiled back, “Yeah, I’ll have to join next time.”

“Fuck yeah, you will.” He said, reaching down into a cabinet to pull out a towel.

He handed it to you and you took it from him.
He obviously wanted you to wipe down Lucille with it.
You watched as he unbuttoned his pants and kicked them down to the floor.
you had never gotten a complete view of Negan naked since all of your encounters were during sex.
You stared at him with a lustful eye as he stepped into he shower.

For a moment you debated on just ripping your own clothes off and jumping in with him, but you had a job to do now.
You turned the sink on for a moment to dampen the towel he had given you.
You laid Lucille down on the sink as you carefully brought the towel down on her barbed end to begin scrubbing away the dried blood, but being cautious as to not stab one of your fingers with the sharp ends of the wire.

It took about 10 minutes, but when you were finished, you discarded the bloody towel.
Negan stepped out of the shower, slicking his black hair back with his hand and you looked up to him.

He chuckled as he saw you still holding Lucille, “Well, look at both of my fuckin’ girls playing nice.”

You smirked, “She’s clean now.”

He nodded and licked his lip, “I can fuckin’ see that.”

He took her from your hands and you both walked back into the room.
Negan set Lucille back down onto the desk and laid down in bed, letting the red sheets drape over him.

He looked over to you, raising an eyebrow, “Are you waiting for a goddamn invitation, darlin’?”

You shook your head and began to unbutton your shirt slowly.
Negan bit at his lip and whistled.
“Goddamn, I wish I had some dollar bills to give you, darlin’.” He said with a wink.

You smirked and rolled your eyes playfully as you got the rest of your clothes off and crawled into bed with him, pulling the covers over yourself and feeling the coolness of them on your body.

“So, back to business.” He said, looking over to you with a serious face, “You gonna tell me what your damn problem was earlier.”

You looked over to him and propped yourself up onto your elbow, “You’d just tell me I’m being stupid if I told you.”

“Try me, darlin’. I’m in a decent fuckin’ mood.” He said, staring at you.

You took in a breathe and decided the only way to get over it was to tell him about the dream, regardless of whether or not he told you to get over it.

“Look, I had a nightmare about Randy, okay? He came back here, and he killed me. It freaked me out.” You said, looking at him, biting your lip.

Negan looked at you for a minute and sucked his teeth.
You could tell he was trying to think about what to say to you.

“Is that it?” He said as he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid.” You said slowly.

“Well, fuck yeah it’s stupid.” Negan chuckled putting his hands behind his head.

You sighed, “See, I told you.”

“Darlin’, it’s stupid for you to think that fucker is getting anywhere near you. You’re my wife and nobody fucks with one of my wives. Especially you.” He said, giving you a stern look.

You nodded slowly, “I don’t want anything to happen to you either. I think that worries me most, if you want my honesty.”

He scoffed and gave you a grin, “Damn, I think you’re going fuckin’ soft on me, sweetheart. That fucker isn’t gonna fuck with me either.”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not going soft. But I do care.”

He cut his eyes to you and blinked, “Yeah, I fuckin’ know you do, babydoll.”

You gave a nod back to him.
In his own way, that was him letting you know that he cared for you too.
You laid back down on the bed, slipping your arm under your pillow.

“So, what’s the deal with tomorrow, I heard you talking to Dwight about questioning someone.” You asked, looking over to him.

Negan’s hands were still behind his head and his eyes were closed, he opened one eye and glanced over to you before closing them again.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have a little fuckin’ chat with that shit stick Vernon. I think there’s more to the goddamn story of why they were here. I need to have chat with Sherry too.” He said, clearing his throat.

“You think she’s involved?” You said, giving him a look of concern.

“No. But I think she probably knows some fuckin’ things.” He said.

“Meaning, you think they could be in relation to Randy.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Negan nodded, “Fuckin’ correct, darlin’.”

“You should off both of them if they’re involved.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Mmm, now that’s my girl. Fiesty is how I fuckin’ like you, darlin’.” He said with a seductive smirk.

You smiled back and curled up towards him on the bed, “Fair is fair.” You said closing your eyes.

You laid there in silence for a few minutes, you were beginning to doze off when you felt something.
You opened your eyes a bit to see Negan had laid a hand on your hip.
You smiled sleepily and closed your eyes again.
That night you slept easily and had no other dreams.

You woke up the next morning with the sun creeping into the window, you turned your head over to Negan to see that he was turned towards you, his hand still on your hip.

You smiled to yourself and gently slipped out of bed, gathering your clothes off of the floor to put them on.
When you got dressed you slipped on your boots and made your way out and walked back over to your own room to get his jacket.
When you walked in you grabbed the jacket off the the cot and grabbed your gun off of the table, slipping the holster onto your shoulders.
You walked back over to Negan’s room and placed his jacket onto the bed.

It wasn’t long after that that he woke up.
He stretched and sat up, “Shit, how long have you been up?” He said in a raspy tone.

“Not long. I just got dressed and went over to my room to get my things and your jacket.” You said, pointing to where it laid on the bed.

He smirked and stood up, gathering his own clothes off the floor, “Too bad I fuckin’ missed that.” He said with a wink and he put on his clothes.

“There will be plenty of times to see me nude.” You smiled.

“You’re goddamn right about that.” He said, biting his lip as he walked over towards you and pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you hard.

He pulled back and licked his lips giving you a smirk and you bit your lip and smiled back to him.

He put on his jacket and grabbed Lucille as you both went downstairs to start the day.
It was another busy day as people were rushing around doing their jobs and of course, when they saw Negan coming, they stopped in their tracks and kneeled down as you both walked past.
Negan smiled proudly watching everyone kneel before him with Lucille propped onto his leather shoulder.

You made your way out into the yard where a lot of the crew were gathered around waiting for Negan’s orders for the day.
You saw Daryl standing by Dwight, still wearing his jumpsuit with a big “A” on it.

Negan approached the men and smiled, “Good fuckin’ morning, gentlemen.”

“Goodmorning, Negan.” Everyone said back in unison.

Negan chuckled at their willingness to comply so easily, “Alright, it’s gonna be a fuckin’ busy day, boys. Dwight, we still have that fuckin’ shipment coming in, right?”

Dwight nodded his head, “Just got the word in that they’re on their way back now.”

“Good. Take those three fucks from lastnight and bring them out here and put their asses to work.”

Dwight nodded back and looked to Daryl. Daryl just looked on in silence as he usually did when Negan was around.

Negan chuckled, “Don’t worry, D. You can still keep Daryl.”

Dwight smiled back weakly at Negan’s joke and grabbed Daryl to drag him back off to where the other prisoners were.
You and Negan followed behind them and made your way down into a small basement-like room.

“Bring our other fuckin’ guests out, Dwight.” Negan said as he leaned back against the wall.

You watched as Dwight went to one of the makeshift “cells” which were really just small windowless closets.
Dwight brought out his gun as he opened one of the doors.

He pointed his gun to the men inside, “Get up.” He said in a stern tone.

The men all walked out in a single file line and lined up against the wall.
They were all dirty and you could tell that had endured an ass kicking after they got back, they were all wearing jumpsuits with the different letters “E”, “F”, “G”.
But you felt no guilt for them.

“Rough fuckin’ night, fellas?” Negan chuckled holding Lucille under one man’s chin, making him lift his head.

The man winced as the Sharp points of Lucilles barbed-wire dug into his skin.

Negan looked over the man’s bruised face and sucked his teeth, “C'mon now, don’t be a pussy, it’s just a couple fuckin’ bruises. If you’re that fuckin’ fragile I’m not gonna have any goddamn use for you.”

The man said nothing as Negan lowered Lucille to his side.
All of them looked to you and Negan in fear.

Negan rolled his eyes, “Well this is fuckin’ boring. Get them outside.” Negan said eyeing Dwight.

Dwight nodded back and held up his gun to the men again and forced them out into the yard.
You and Negan also followed, when you got back outside the delivery truck was pulling up.

“Finally the shit is here.” Negan said with a big smile.

The truck pulled in with a stop and the crew gathered around in.

“Make the new fucks get that shit out, Dwight.” Negan called out.

Dwight instructed the men to get into the back of the truck and unload the supplies.
The man with “F” jumpsuit approached the truck slowly and began to crawl up into it, but was going too slow and Dwight pushed him in.
The man got back up onto his feet and picked up a crate to hand to the other men who were waiting outside and there was a loud crash as the bottom of the box fell out and various items shattered on the floor.

“Goddamnit!” Negan shouted in an angered tone as he began to approach the men.

Before Negan could get any closer to the truck a machine gun began going off inside the truck. The shots hit the man inside the truck and the two remaining ones outside.
There were a bunch of yells as everyone ducked down.
You quickly pulled out your gun and ducked down with everyone else and pointed your gun to the truck to begin returning fire, but you felt a grab at your shirt collar and saw that it was Negan pulling you towards him.
Your heart was racing and you held your gun firmly.
Negan was letting out a series of curse words as he held onto you tightly.

“Fuckin’ stay down, there’s no time for you to be a fuckin’ hero right goddamn now, darlin’” He growled loudly, looking towards the truck as he gripped Lucille firmly.

You were both trying to shield eachother from the gunfire as a couple more shots before it came to a stop.
You could hear the footsteps approaching the front of the truck as someone pulled back the plastic curtains that hung from the opening.

A kid stood there holding the machine gun.
It took you a minute to process everything, then you recognized the kid.
It was Carl.
You gripped your gun tighter.

“Move back and drop your weapons. I just want Negan.” Carl said pointing the gun to everyone in a half nervous, half serious tone.

You didn’t drop your gun, you started to hold it up and Negan put his hand on your arm to lower it, “Take it easy, darlin’.” He said with a smile.

You both stood back up and Negan approached the truck as Carl still held out the gun to everyone.
Negan showed no fear, he was even smiling, so that made you calm down a bit but you kept your eyes locked onto Carl and your finger on the trigger.

Negan whistled to him as he walked up to the truck, “Damn, aren’t you fuckin’ adorable. Now, you probably picked that gun because it looks pretty fuckin’ badass, right?” He chuckled, followed by a dangerous smile.
Negan grabbed one of the closet men by the collar and held them out in from of himself as a human shield.

“Kid, I’m not gonna fuckin’ lie. You scared the living shit out of me.”

Carl suddenly shot the man that Negan was hanging onto and Dwight lunged for Carl, throwing him to the ground.
You ran over to him, holding your gun to Carl’s head.

“Do it!” Dwight growled, still holding Carl down firmly.

“Fuck no, don’t do a damn thing.” Negan said walking over to were you both stood.

You still held out the gun, your heart racing again, looking back over to Negan, “But he tried to-”

“But nothing. Now put it up, (Y/N).” Negan cut you off, narrowing his eyes at you.

You let out a labored breathe and nodded, putting your gun back into it’s holster.
You looked over towards the fence where all the walkers were chained to see Daryl looking on in horror at the three of you surrounding Carl.

Negan stuck his hand out, “Come on, kid. Let’s fuckin’ show you around the place.”

Carl just laid there looking up to the both of you.
Negan was smiling warmly, but your eyes were still locked onto Carl, giving him a hostile gaze.

“Now, I see you’ve got the same goddamn look as your dad. But it’s only half as fuckin’ good since you’ve only got one good fuckin’ eye. You don’t wanna take my hand? Kid, you’re fuckin’ lucky that you still have one. Same goes for your boy Daryl over there.” Negan said in an annoyed tone as he motioned his head towards Daryl.

Carl looked over to see Daryl still standing by the fence, looking over at all of you intensely.
Carl finally looked back to Negan and stuck out his hand, taking it in his.
Negan pulled him up with ease.

“Smart fuckin’ kid.” Negan took a breathe and looked to Dwight, “D, take Daryl into the kitchen and you two fix up something real fuckin’ nice. And the rest of you, get rid of these fuckin’ bodies and unload the shit later.” He sucked his teeth again, throwing up his hands.

“You know, I’m not gonna a have any goddamn time to screw any of my wives today… Well, maybe just one..” Negan said shifting his gaze to you with a wink.

You gave him a smile back and licked your lips.

Negan motioned to Carl, “Come on.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” Carl interjected, unmoving from the spot he was in.

Negan approached him closely, “First off, kid. Don’t shatter my goddamn imagine of you, for Christ’s sake. You’re a badass and you’re not scared of a fuckin’ thing, so don’t be scared of me, it’s a big fuckin’ disappointment if you are. And do you really want me to fuck up the surprise? Fuck you, kid.”

Negan grabbed him the shoulder and led him up the stairs to the inside as you followed behind.
When you got inside to the balcony that overlooked the main room to the sanctuary, everyone kneeled down immediately as Negan walked up to the edge, leaning on the railing.

“Watch this.” Negan said, looking back to Carl.

“The Saviors have went out into the world and fought the dead and have always come back with some cool shit. And some of that shit can be yours, if you do your goddamn work and follow rules. So, fresh vegetables for everyone at dinner with no points needed.” Negan said in a deep tone, looking over the crowd of people who were kneeling for him.

The crowd began to applaud him at the announcement of the reward he had given them.

Negan smiled and leaned back, looking to Carl, “Cool, huh? That’s what fuckin’ respect looks like. And they’re still on their fuckin’ knees for me.”

Carl looked to the crowed and seem as if he were almost entranced as he witnessed how much power Negan truly had.

“As you were.” Negan said in a loud tone.

Everyone slowly began to rise up and go back to what they were doing.

You followed Negan up the next set of stairs back to your own floor you shared with him and he led you into the wives room.
As you entered into the room of women who were just sitting around, they all looked nervous as they saw you.
You hadn’t been in here since the first time you arrived at the sanctuary.

Negan looked around the room, “Ladies, don’t mind the kid.” He said, turning back to Carl, “You know, when every woman where your from dresses like they do in a magazine you find in an auto shop, you’re gonna wanna stare at their tits. So, go ahead. I don’t fuckin’ mind, they won’t mind. Knock your fuckin’ self out. Hell, stare at (Y/N)’s if you want.” He chuckled.

“Uhh, how about no.” You cut in, looking to both of them, shaking your head.

“Shit. She’s fuckin’ right. Scratch that, stare at any pair of titties, except hers. Unless you wanna piss me off.” He laid a hand on Carl’s shoulder and gave him a dangerous look, “You don’t wanna piss me off, do you, kid?”

Carl looked back to Negan nervously, unsure of what to say, “No. I- I don’t want to.”

Negan chuckled and slapped Carl’s shoulder playfully, “I’m just fuckin’ with you, kid. Go ahead and make yourself at home.”

Negan looked over to Sherry who was sitting on a couch.
He walked over to her slowly and left you standing there with Carl.

“Dear wife, can I have a fuckin’ word with you?” He said furrowing his eyebrows as he motioned her over to the mini bar that was setup in the corner of the room.

She walked over to him as he poured a drink into a glass and slide it to her, “Yes?”

“I’ve been needing to fuckin’ talk to you about a few things.” He said with a smile as he popped the cap on a beer bottle.

“Well, I tried to see you lastnight.” She said, crossing her arms.

“It’s not that kind of fuckin’ talk, sweetheart. We never got to talk about Amber. Now you two knew eachother, and so, I’m pretty damn curious to know if you knew about her and Randy.” He said, taking a sip of beer.

Sherry stared at him intently, “What we talked about when you weren’t here, is none of your business.”

Negan smirked and pursed his lips, “Well there’s rules for a reason. Nothing matters if you’re dead and you are still here because you fuckin’ get that. Or I thought you did.”

“She made a mistake and I never knew about the rest of it with what he had planned. So go easy on us, go easy on me.” Sherry said, taking in a breathe.

“Calm the fuck down. Have I ever hit any of you?” He said in a stern tone.

“No.. But I know you and I know that there is worse. Especially after watching Amber get killed by her.” Sherry said, cutting her eyes over to you.

You stared back at her as Negan looked over to you as well and smirked, biting his lip.

He turned back to Sherry, “Amber didn’t follow rules. That’s why I like (Y/N) more than the rest of you. She knows how to get shit done. And she doesn’t break down and cry every five fuckin’ minutes when someone needs to die. Regardless of who the hell it is. Not to mention, I can ride the fuck out of her whenever I please.” He said, licking his lips with a coy smile.

“You’re an asshole.” She said bluntly.

Negan gripped the his belt tightly, “I know, and you still like me. Why the fuck else would you be here?”

She said nothing else as they both looked at each other for a moment.
He shook his head and walked back over to where you and Carl stood.
Dwight and Daryl entered the room and Daryl was carrying a tray of food.

“Why you got him here?” Daryl said, looking at Negan.

“Whoa,” Negan said taking a bite of the food, “What we talk about when you’re not here is none of your goddamn business.” Negan said in a mocking tone as he cut his eyes back to Sherry.

She quickly looked away from his gaze.

“Dwight, why don’t you go down to the cells and get Vernon ready for some fuckin’ questioning. I’ll be down there in a few.” He said walking out of the room as you and Carl followed him.

You made your way over to Negan’s room, you weren’t sure why he was bringing Carl in here.
You all walked in and Carl stood by the door.
you walked over to one of the couches that Negan had and sat down on it, looking at both of them.

“So.. are all of those women really..” Carl trailed off.

“Wives? Fuck yeah, they are. The way I figure, why stick by the fuckin’ rules and only have one? Leave yourself open to a little bit of fuckin’ options.” Negan said with a smile.

You sort of gritted your teeth at that, but knew better than to speak out or catch an attitude with him right now.
But Negan was good with knowing when you were catching an attitude.

“But,” he spoke as he walked over to you and sat down beside you and grabbed you by the face and placed a passionate kiss on your lips before pulling back, “There’s nothing wrong with having a fuckin’ favorite. Especially when they look this damn good.” He said, smiling back at Carl.

Carl just stood there nervously, looking at the both of you, still holding the tray.

“Jesus, kid. Come sit the fuck down.” Negan said, propping his feet up on the table in front of him.

Carl walked over slowly to sit down on the couch across from you and Negan.

“I wanna get to know you a little fuckin’ better, Carl.” Negan said, leaning up towards him.

“Why?” Carl asked, looking at Negan.

You sat there in silence watching them.

“So, we can work it out. I mean you’re fucking smart, right? I know that you fuckin’ are. Kids your age usually don’t do a goddamn thing, they’d be sitting around whining about missing the fuckin’ prom.” Negan pointed to Carl, “But you, you went on a goddamn mission to find me and you did, and you killed four of my men -which wasn’t much of a fuckin’ loss - but still a loss of what could have been some good workers once they got broken in. But you are smart enough to know that I’m not gonna let this slide.” Negan spoke, giving Carl an eerily calm look.

He just sat there, looking even more nervous now than he did before.
Negan chuckled and ran a hand scross his face, looking to you, then back to Carl.

“I can’t do it. I cannot fuckin’ do this, I feel like I’m talking to a goddamn birthday present or something.” Negan said throwing his hand out to point at Carl’s eyepatch, “You gotta take that shit off, kid. I’ve gotta see what you’ve got for me.”

“No.” Carl said firmly.

“Four men!” Negan showed suddenly, making you jump a little in your seat, “You must actually fuckin’ want to piss me off.” Negan growled to him, narrowing his eyes.

Carl pressed his lips together and slowly put his hands up to unravel the gauze that was wrapped around his head.
You could see him getting even more nervous as he took it off, when he was done, he let the gauze drop to the floor.
He pulled his hair back to reveal a hollowed out eyesocket, you could see the inside reddened with tendons still attached.

You winced as you looked at it.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan said in excitement as he stared at it, “That’s fuckin’ disgusting. No wonder you cover that fucker up. Have you seen it, I mean have you really took a look in the fuckin’ mirror? I can see your goddamn socket.”

You could see Carl begin suck in deep breaths as Negan berated him.

“Can I touch it? Because I really want to fuckin’ touch that shit.” Negan said with a chuckle as he continued to stare at it.

Carl put his head down and it seemed like he was starting to cry over Negan’s words.

Negan suddenly stopped and his expression turned into a somber one, “Oh fuck.. Look kid, I’m just fuckin’ around with you. It’s easy to forget that you’re a fucking kid, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Just forget it.” Carl said, holding his head down.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Negan huffed, looking towards the door.

A heavy set man walked in and you saw that he was carrying Lucille in his hands.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, sir. But you left Lucille out by the truck.” He said nervously, still standing by the door.

“Seriously? I never fuckin’ do that. But I guess a kid firing a machine gun is a fuckin’ distraction.” He said with a chuckle, looking back to Carl, “But jokes aside, I wouldn’t cover that shit back up. It looks rad as hell and maybe the ladies won’t fuckin’ like it, but I can promise no one will fuck with you with a face like that.” Negan said in a serious tone.

Negan looked back the the heavy set man, “Fat Joseph, did you really carry her all the fuckin’ way back up here for me?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.” He said back.

Negan held out his hand and took Lucille from him.

He took her into his hands and looked her over, “We’re you kind and gentle to my girl?”

Joey stammered for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“Did you treat her like a lady?” Negan cut in.

“Yes, sir.” Joey said.

Negan then shot him a seriosuly look, “Did you pet her fuckin’ pussy like a lady?”

Joey didn’t answer that time, and he looked even more confused now as he looked at Negan.

Negan suddenly laughed and clapped his hands together, “I’m fuckin’ with you, man. A baseball bat doesn’t have a fuckin’ pussy!”

Joey burst out into nervous laugh along with Negan’s.

“Get the fuck out.” Negan said bluntly.

He stopped and nodded exiting the room very quickly after that.
You had to bite down on your lip to keep from bursting out into laugher.

“Now, you see, that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about. Men busting each other’s fuckin’ balls. This is the shit your dad should be fuckin’ teaching you.” Negan said as he looked back to Carl.

Carl said nothing as Negan looked over to you and you shrugged back at him.

He huffed and looked back to Carl, “What do you like to do for fun, do you like music?”

Carl sat there, still not answering.

“I’ve got it.. I want you to sing me and my ladies a fuckin’ song.” Negan said, wrapping an arm around you.

“What?” Carl said raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, four of my men with a goddamn machine gun, kid. So for that, I want something in fuckin’ return. I want you to sing a song for us.” Negan said in a stern tone.

“I don’t know any.” Carl said softly.

“Bullshit!” Negan barked back to him, “What did your mom sing to you, what the fuck did your dad Ricky play in the car?” Negan asked, narrowing his eyes at him again.

Carl shook his head.

“Get your gun out, darlin’.” Negan said with a smile, looking to you.

You pulled it out slowly as Negan got up and pointed Lucille to Carl.

“Okay.. Okay.” Carl said in a panicked tone.

“Then start fuckin’ singing.” Negan said angrily.

Carl took in a breathe and began,“ You are.. my sunshine..” then paused momentarily .

“Keep going.” Negan said calmy as he walked to the middle of the room.

Carl glanced to you to see you still had your gun out, resting on your leg.

“My only sunshine.. You make me happy.. When skies are gray.” Carl continued, shifting his eyes from you and Negan nervously.

Negan swung Lucille in the air and Carl let out a small gasp, turning his head to him.

“Do not let me fuckin’ disturb you, kid. Keep going!” Negan said happily as he brought Lucille up over his head and brought he back down.

You could hear the WOOSH of the air as he brought her down.
It reminded you of the first run you went on with Negan when he was playing baseball with flower vases.
You smirked to yourself.

“You’ll never know dear,” Carl took a shaky breathe, “How much I love you.. please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Negan walked back over to the both of you, “That’s pretty good. Wasn’t that good, darlin’?” He said looking over to you.

You looked back to him, “Very nice.” You said, putting your gun away.

“Now, I don’t know about, (Y/N). But Lucille, she loves to be sung to.” He said sitting back down on the couch, “Almost as fuckin’ much as she loves bashing in brains. Weird shit, huh?” He said holding out Lucille to Carl again.

Negan lowered Lucille, “Did your mom sing that to you, where is she now?”

Carl sniffed and shook his head.

“Dead, huh? Did you see it happen?” Negan said, leaning towards him.

“I shot her.” Carl said, shaking his head.

“Damn, no wonder you’re a little serial killer in the making.” Negan turned to you, “Did you know this?”

You shook your head, “No. That was before my time with them.”

Negan nodded and turned back to Carl, “That was a fuckin’ example of busting balls, by the way.”

Negan stood back up, “Well let’s go, they should be ready.”

“Ready for what?” Carl asked.

“Have you ever seen a fuckin’ interrogation, kid?” Negan said firmly, looking back to Carl.

Carl shook his head, “No.”

Negan chuckled, “Well goddamn, you came on a good day then. Get the fuck up and let’s go.”

You got up and walked over to Negan.
Carl looked to the both of you and got up slowly, following you both back downstairs to the cells.

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The Overwatch fandom is quite funny.

And I don’t mean it in a really positive way, because you can actually compare it to the Pokemon Go fandom.
There’s team blue, that approves only the hetero ships. Their worst enemy is team red, who thinks that everyone is gay with no exeption. And then there’s yellow. The smallest team that approves either hetero and homo ships. They don’t give a damn if the ship is either cute/sexy/crazy/fluffy or whatever. But since they are quite rare, nobody takes them too serious and nobody gets their point! They just sit there like “Guys. Please don’t fight over tastes! This doesn’t get us anywhere! Let’s just all enjoy that one big fandom we live in together!”

Please give us yellow ones a break… Every ship is aswesome if you like it. It’s your desicion. But let the other people decide for themselves what they like. It’s ok if opinions on ships part. It’s not ok if you try to convince people to change their mind because you think your opinion is better. Tastes differ. People differ.
Let us all just eat a cookie and each enjoy our personal favorite ship ok?

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Damn right they won’t. Have faith people. Pretty sure Ichigo is finding his way! This isn’t over until I see Kon being gifted Ichigo’s body in the end. Ichigo isn’t going to need it where he’s going anyways ;)

so…

Chapter 585 Ichigo isn’t there and no one seems to mind or give two shits for this to be the ‘real future.’ If he would have died some where along the way in the past 10 years, I would imagine we would have seen some small tribute to him like Ukitake. I would also think that Rukia’s other friends would be there to cheer her on, hell even Isshin. NOBODY except for Renji is there. Some folks have been playing with the idea that either Ichigo never existed or everyone was made to forget him. You know damn well Renji would make some smart ass comment on why Ichigo was late to Rukia . We get nothing. Not a single soul mentions him. The ceremony carries on.

The boy couldn’t even make it 17 months without power/ability to help/see and some of you expect him to have returned to the living world by choice to be a normal guy for 10 years? Fuck people, that boy was down on the ground crying when he couldn’t do what he loves. Yeah, he went home… when his friends and family were given passes by Shunsui to SS because Ichigo would not be returning. *facepalm* Makes total sense but let’s totally ignore that.

So is Kubo pulling a FTB on us with Ichigo in some form? I say in some form due to there are a few possibilities as to what this future is we are really seeing.

I also want to touch on this special announcement we saw. We could very well get some sort of special sequel to Bleach or a continuation of the current story in a different source other then SJW. It has happened before to other mangas. We could also get a new movie, a new data book, the anime continuing or (*cringe hard* that live action movie that WB has the rights to…) It could be anything. Don’t be too hard on your emotions if it’s not a Bleach sequel folks. Y’all made it this far.

Okay but Yuuri’s anxiety is treated so damn organically and realistically…I have anxiety and a lot of the same symptoms that Yuuri has and I’m just so pleased with the way it’s been handled.

Like, first of all, Yuuri’s not in this for a cure.  That’s not what anybody’s trying to give him either.  A lot of his mental shit comes from within him, and nobody around him is reinforcing those thoughts.  He says as much in episode 4, that nobody in his life treats him as a weak person, and Victor tells him that he’s NOT weak, that nobody thinks that.  Yuuri is pretty much the only person who refers to himself as weak.  There’s so much evidence to the contrary but it’s just so hard for him to see it, because anxiety is a bitch who won’t let you see it.

And I could go on about the anxiety attack in episode 7 but there’s been so much meta written for that already, and it’s been articulated so well that I don’t really have anything new to add.  I do just want to say though that really the only thing that is different about the anxiety attack (compared to what Yuuri’s dealt with before) is that Victor is there as Yuuri’s support at the time.  Yuuri already has steps that he takes to manage his own anxiety.  They don’t always work well, but when it’s what you’ve got, it’s what you’ve got.  Having somebody new involved, somebody who hadn’t yet seen him like this, who Yuuri doesn’t WANT to see him like this, who doesn’t understand it, who doesn’t understand Yuuri’s methods to calm himself, and who doesn’t know what to do, that’s what really pushed him over the edge but even after they worked it out it still didn’t cure his anxiety!  They just learned how to work through it together. The fact that Yuuri had the strength to clearly ask for what he needed proves that Yuuri is a lot stronger than he gives himself credit for.

So it sort of looked like in this last episode he was going to have another attack, but he actually handled himself a lot better.  He’s still not cured, but he’s recovering.  Recovery is tricky and sometimes you have good days, and Yuuri had a Good Day™ with his anxiety.  He was still doing all the stuff he did before to work through it (isolating himself to stretch/practice like he did in episode 5), and he still had a moment before he started to skate (the callback to episode 3 with his blurred vision), and no, it wasn’t the best that he had ever skated the program, but he did it.

And he said something to the effect of, “This would be difficult whether Victor were here or not.”

AND IT’S LIKE??  YES??  VICTOR BEING THERE WOULDN’T CURE HIM AND I LOVE THAT!!  VICTOR IS JUST ANOTHER, NEW PIECE OF HIS SUPPORT SYSTEM!

And Yuuri IS getting better at managing his anxiety on his own.  He messes up, has a moment of panic, then tells himself to calm down, and figure out what he can do to recover.

AND he’s learning to be gentler with himself, acknowledging that he had ALWAYS wanted to win, he had NEVER gone into a competition expecting to lose, but when you have a brain that constantly lies to you, hearing affirmation from an outside source can mean the whole world.   That’s what having Victor around does for him.  He helps Yuuri to believe things he already knew, but couldn’t believe on his own.

Victor’s not going to cure Yuuri.  Recovery is messier and trickier than that.  Recovery comes with good days and bad days.  They’re both learning, but their love for each other comes from such a pure and mutually healthy place.

It's not in your head; parts of this season don't make sense. (Sherlock spoilers)

Okay, I’ve got another big meta I want to write, but first I realized I need to write this one.

It’s kind of a public service, actually.  Some of us are dropping meta all over the place, while other swathes of the fandom are going, “SOMEBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW YOU ARE SEEING ANY SENSE IN THIS?" 

I am here to tell you that you’re not insane.  Some of it doesn’t make sense.

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MICAHHHHHH

- head stylist at Karmaloop/ dj / blogger/ lover of all things hood & yummy food

SO. Today. Miss Micah posted a link that answers questions kids/peeps be having for her. Like the norm; how did you get started, how does your day go, etc. (the good stufffffff) 

I read it, like always and kept going through the rest of her blogs she’s been posting up. Man, I remember this lady doode has influenced me hardcore the first time I heard about her. She was my age and felt as if someone in the damn world got me. Micah was a youngin like me, trying to live life and aspire to inspire. She has killer style, like a fuckin sixth sense. So normal to her and I felt the same exact way. Its something nobody can really teach you. You either have it or you dont. 

Damn. She taught me all about being yourself, even if its not what others think is “cool”. I truly loved spoken word about “…do what you love and dont give a fuck!” deal. True down to earth bay bb. 

Keep shining bay-bgurl. xx

- Sel