[SUMMARY: Negan discovers a trouble making woman in his sanctuary is actually suffering with depression and uses her attitude as a cover up.]

Just a short fluff, dedicated to my friend, you know who you are. I love you. * and a reminder to everyone, that even though you may feel like you are, you are not alone. *


Negan and Alina.

Keep reading

Hi loves,
For October, I have a 5 part Sam x Reader Halloween/horror/dark comedy fic planned. It’ll also involve other characters as well! Looking forward to it…hopefully those who like some gore and dark comedy such as Evil Dead/Scream Queens will find it groovy 😜

I also have a Rafe one shot planned for later next month as well!


Choose Your Own Supernatural Adventure [Sept 16] - [Part 3]

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jake, Andrew
Word Count: 2.5K  (I sweeear I tried to cut it SWEAR and just mildly succeeded, I’m really bad, I’m sorry Ali, I promise I tried!)
Warnings:  Language, True Blood spoiler (One! I had to! In case you’ve never watched it and may one day ;) ) a scuffle, little bit of blood mention, some dead bodies 
A/N: Thank you my wonderful friend and beta @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid who was also able to help a girl brainstorm some ideas out too XOXO
A HUGE thank you too to @littlegreenplasticsoldier for coming up with this awesome challenge. This was such a fun way to bring us together and write an epic fic! I hope you do this again because I love this!

The road so far…..

Start here:  Part 1 

See @manque-damour ‘s for Part 2

If you meant to go with Dean to pick up the Impala see @chaos-and-the-calm67 ‘s Part 3

“Y/N, what do you think we should do? You can go with Dean to the Impala, or we can all go down to these tunnels-”

“And get lost.-”

“And find out where these monsters are hiding in the sewers.” Sam said, ignoring Dean’s interruption.

Dean grinned at you.

“We can go to the car.” Dean said, winking so that Sam didn’t see it, “And go get your friends.”

“Or go investigating.” Sam said insistently.

“Wait, why are you asking me??” You looked at them like they had each grown another head. “You’re the big bad monster hunters, right? You should be deciding where we go. Why is it me?” When this night began you thought monsters were just something in a movie; completely fictional. Did you hit your head somewhere? You’d think you’d remember that. Maybe Andrew slipped you something? While thankful you had a couple, hot, monster experts to guide you; did you guess wrong?

Keep reading
A Kind of Magic, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction

Caryl, ZA One-shot. A bit of Richonne as well. My OCs present in this one (Muh and Haralee). A newcomer to the prison has everyone under spell. But is it magic in the air, or something else?

Written for @therealsonia who gave me the prompt “Black Magic.” 

I hope you enjoy!  Let me know what you think!

Red Alice:

The first skeleton walked into the forest of Undertale. Bravely with a fearsome dagger held tightly in her hand. Torturing whatever laid in her unyielding wrath. Leaving chaos in her wake by a red bloody path. Then she strayed to far, lost within the forest. Giving in to all her wrongs, locking her away for good. Much like the gruesome path that marked her evil ways. Still her past remains a mystery until this very day.

Blue Alice:

Second skeleton was a tame and tender gentle girl. Singing songs to all the monsters who lived in the underground. Everyday she’d sing away to all the girls and boys. One by one, she’s spreading evil slowly with her voice. Whenever she would sing, monsters gathered round. Madness took ahold of her, shot her dead to the ground. Dust and blood stained the roses to a bright and somber red. Once loved and enjoyed by all, the skeleton was left for dead.

Green Alice:

The third skeleton was a lovely girl from Undertale. Beautiful the girl was born into a life so grand. She charmed all the monsters to her every beck and call. Then she birthed a place that would rise above them all. This skeleton was then crowned, turned into a Queen. Ruling all the monsters here, lost within a crazy dream. So afraid of death, the girl was mindless and warped. Once a gorgeous ruler, now she’s just an ugly corpse.

Yellow Alice:

Find the bright forest path, that’s where the journey starts. A tea party with blue roses, that’s where the forest parts. The invite from the Queen, it actually was the trump card, the ace of hearts. The fourth alice was a pair of skeletons who were friends. Straying into Undertale is where their tale begins. Wandering across the undergound, they passed through many doors. Curious of this new place, they traveled and explored. The shy sunset moth. The clever viper snake. Where close to see the nature of the true Alice at hand. Both will never wake up from the dream that they had planned. Forever they’ll wander hopelessly in Undertale.

Dagger: @bemmiecake

Marlet: @askmarletfiredings

Neon: Me

Sunset: @sakicandygoretale

Viper: Me

(Tried to tweak the lyrics so they make sense =.=)

Let’s talk about the battle in the Department of Mysteries for a sec. So after the group gets split up, Harry, Hermione and Neville go one way and Ron, Ginny and Luna the other. The next time we see the latter group Ginny’s ankle is busted and Ron’s brain is addled. Luna says that the Death Eaters blew up a planet in the planetarium and hit Ron with some sort of hex.

Let’s take a moment to examine that. If the curse that hit the planet had hit any of the kids, they’d be dead. So the Death Eater probably missed, hit the planet ahead of them, injuring Ginny. But here’s the important part: the one who actually gets hit by the hex? Ron.

Why is this important? Because Ron is consistently described throughout the series as tall. Like, every time Harry sees him after the beginning of summer he’s described as having shot up. Again. On the other hand Ginny is described as “the small one” by Bellatrix Lestrange. But Ron is behind her. I don’t know if you know this but tall people can run really fast. I am not particularly fit but I am tall. And I can pour on the speed when my adrenaline’s up, which I have no doubt was the case for everyone in the Department of Mysteries. But he’s behind her.

Because he did that deliberately. He kept his body between the Death Eaters and the girls. He shielded them from their spells. Because those he cares about are more important to him than his own life.

I don’t know, I just think about this a lot.



Gunmen with AK47s killed 15 civilians when they stormed three hotels in Ivory Coast

“Fifteen civilians and three soldiers were killed after gunmen armed with AK47s stormed three hotels in Grand Bassam yesterday.
One survivor who witnessed the horror attack said: “They killed a child despite him kneeling down and begging. They shot a woman in the chest. They’ve killed innocent people." 

More at…

Please let us all pray for Ivory Coast during this difficult time!



African American Woman Who Was Navy Veteran Killed By Police Last September: Media Are Silent

India Kager was shot dead by police while she was sitting on the front seat next to her boyfriend Angelo Perry. Police officers were after Perry. 30 rounds were shot into the car. India Kager who was U.S. Navy veteran and a mother of two died on the scene. One of her babies was in the car and fortunately wasn’t hurt. India Kager was killed by police 100 days ago - media keep silence on the investigation of her death.

#Say Her Name

#Killed By Police

Kager’s story



Denver police shot and killed a female suspect early Monday who they say drove a stolen car at two officers, hitting one of them in the leg. Friends of the driver described her as a teenage high school student.

The shooting happened at about 6:30 a.m. in an alley near the intersection of 25th Avenue and Newport Street. A volley of shots rang out in the crowded residential area of Park Hill, waking neighbors who said the gun reports were followed by screams and cries

Police said there were five people in the vehicle at the time, all “very young in age.” The driver, who was pronounced dead after being rushed to a hospital, appears to have been a teenager but police did not release her age or identity.



When Ronald Ritchie called 911 from the aisles of a Walmart in western Ohio last month to report that a black man was “walking around with a gun in the store”, he said that shoppers were coming under direct threat. “He’s, like, pointing it at people,

Ritchie told the dispatcher. Later that evening, after John Crawford III had been shot dead by one of the police officers who hurried to the scene in Beavercreek, Ritchie repeated to reporters:

“He was pointing at people. Children walking by.”

One month later, Ritchie puts it differently. “At no point did he shoulder the rifle and point it at somebody,” the 24-year-old said, in an interview with the Guardian.

He maintained that Crawford was “waving it around”, which attorneys for Crawford’s family deny.

Ritchie told several reporters after the 5 August shooting that he was an “ex-marine”. When confronted with his seven-week service record, however, he confirmed that he had been quickly thrown out of the US marine corps in 2008 after being declared a “fraudulent enlistment”, over what he maintains was simply a mixup over his paperwork.

Crawford, 22, turned out to be holding an unloaded BB air rifle that he had picked up from a store shelf. After Ritchie said Crawford appeared to be “trying to load” the gun, the 911 dispatcher relayed to an officer that it was believed the gunman “just put some bullets inside”.

The Crawfords’ attorneys told the Guardian that they had learned the preliminary findings of an autopsy were that he was shot in the back of his left arm and in his left side, supporting their claim that he was turned away from the police officer who shot him.

They have pleaded with Mike DeWine, Ohio’s attorney general, to release the store’s surveillance footage of the shooting to the public. Having viewed it, they say that it disproves Ritchie’s version of what led to the deaths of both Crawford and a 37-year-old woman who collapsed and died in the ensuing panic.

“It was an execution, no doubt about it,” alleged Crawford’s father, John Crawford II. “It was flat-out murder. And when you see the footage, it will illustrate that.”

DeWine has said that releasing the footage would be “playing with dynamite” and prevent any trial from being fair

The attorneys said that they would also be lodging a complaint with DeWine after Ritchie told the Guardian that he, too, was shown the surveillance footage by officials in the attorney general’s bureau of criminal investigation, who are investigating the shooting.

From this point, the Crawford team’s description of what is shown in the surveillance footage differs radically from Ritchie’s recollection, which he insisted was also backed up by the recordings from the Walmart cameras.

Crawford’s father and attorneys said that the footage showed the 22-year-old walking from one aisle to the next with the BB rifle at his side and in his left hand, pointed at the floor except for one notable movement.

“I would think that the rifle maybe got heavy to him,” said his father. “He kind of swung it like you carry it on your shoulder, then he immediately put it back down.” “You can clearly see people walk past him, and they didn’t think anything about it.

Everybody was just kind of minding their own business,” his father added. “He wasn’t acting in any type of way that he would have been considered menacing, if you will.


This is beyond troubling. 

Police make up a peculiar subculture in society. More often than not they have their own moral code of behavior, an “us against them” attitude, enforced by a Blue Wall of Silence. It’s their version of the Mafia’s omerta. Speak out, and you’re no longer “one of us.” You’re one of “them.” And as James Fyfe, a nationally recognized expert on the use of force, wrote in his 1993 book about this issue, Above The Law, officers who break the code sometimes won’t be helped in emergency situations, as I wasn’t.
—  Frank Serpico, who was shot in the face and left for dead at the scene of a drug bust by his fellow NYPD officers for trying to route out corruption in the 70’s.

let’s talk about Lyudmila Pavlichenko, the deadliest sniper female sniper in history.  

  • 25 year old who studied history at Kiev university, became a sniper when the Nazis bombed her university. 
  • was told by the recruitment officer that she was more suited to traditionally female roles, but when she showed her (almost every single possible) high-level civilian sharpshooter awards, accrued over years of shooting as a personal hobby, they let her join. 
  • sent to the front, she hardened and became incredibly good at her job -  tying cloth strips to flutter in the wind & distract enemies, rigging store mannequins as decoys, hunting in the rain to muffle her gunfire - she became the ghost who killed.
  • to avoid getting shot/becoming a sniper target while climbing a tree to scout the area, she pretended to be hit, fell 12 feet and laid still for hours, acting dead. 
  • in one battle, enemy shells injured/killed all the senior commanders so she took charge. seeing the bleeding Lyudmila bark orders, one soldier yelled “cowards! look at this woman. Pavlichenko has the balls of a man.”
  • by the siege of Sevastopol, she was so famous the Germans knew her by name. sometimes they’d call her “the Russian bitch from hell” directly to her face, but needless to say, they rarely did so for long. 
  • after the death of her husband (whom she met in the war), her sniping became crueler. she’d aim for the legs so her target would cry for help, drawing out rescuers who in turn also became targets. 
  • body riddled with shrapnel & hopelessly outnumbered, she was forced to evacuate. but by that time, she had killed 309 people. 
  • after her recovery, the empathetic first lady Eleanor Roosevelt was moved by her story and arranged for Lyudmila to tour 43 US cities over the summer of 1942. 
  • eventually, the trip ended and she went back home. little was heard about Lyudmila for fifteen long years, but a visit by Eleanor Roosevelt at the height of the Cold War revealed she had remarried, started a family, and lived a quiet life in a small two room apartment.
What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you might want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. […] You fall asleep in the foothills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it off. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot.
—  Ava Dellaira, from Love Letters to the Dead

June 17, 2015 Charleston church shooting or  Charleston church massacre took place.

Nine people were killed by a white man during a prayer service at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, one of the oldest Black Chirches in the US. Dylann Roof, who mercilessly shot dead as many Black people as he could confessed that he aimed to ignite a race war.
The trial was postponed three times for the unknown reasons and jury selection will start only on January 17, 2017. Some attorneys announced that they intended to seek the federal death penalty against Roof, however, our justice system keeps silent.

If Black Lives REALLY matter to our gov’t why do they procrastinate with the verdict and cover this case from the public eye?


[drae spoilers ! !! 1 protect yourselves]  

anyways this is the only epilogue i’ll accept 

What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you might want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. You fall asleep in the foothills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it off. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot.
—  Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
What John Watson had to go through

1. War.

2. Getting shot.

3. PSTD and fruitless therapy.

4. Loneliness.

5. Losing the closest person he has ever had because of his suicide death.

6. Eye-witnessing his friend’s violent death.

7. Grief.

8. Emptiness again.

9. Shock after his “dead” and mourned friend came back to living.

10. Anger that he was the only one who didn’t know a bit about his friend’s fucking elaborate plan.

11. Abduction and life threatening adventure while being placed in a bonefire.

12. Almost losing his friend again due to a nearly (or actually) lethal shot.

13. Realizing it was his pregnant wife (and a professional killer) who have almost deliberately killed his friend and was ready to do that again.

14. Seeing his friend killed a man for him, making himself go on exile and certain death all the same.

15. Having to say goodbye to his friend, the only person he could trust, the only man that really cared for him going on a deadly mission without even possibility to express their feelings to each other.

It’s such an emotional rollercoaster, I don’t know how John even stayed sane.

Who Shot Delphine? My Theory Might Surprise You

I’ve seen quite a bit of supposition with regard to who shot Delphine, is she dead, and so forth over the last few days and I, like many of you, have struggled with the possibilities as to what happened and why.

It was only when a friend on Twitter suggested something that at first seemed outlandish did I come to a startling possibility…what if the culprit is none other than Delphine herself?


Keep reading