by everyone i mean two people

okay so i’ve recently been sucked into The Librarians fandom (hello everyone!) and im currently rewatching it and something Santa said to Jake stuck with me:

“Santa knows you. Both incarnations of you.”

and since it was brought up to me how they all might be different incarnations from the Arthurian legends what if Jake is actually two different people incarnated into one person? 

I don’t know the legends good enough, yet, to be able to figure out who these two people would be but could anyone see this being a thing? I mean he does kinda of live a double life before he finally in a way merged them both when he started writing in his own name…

so…. anyone have any ideas??

Ah, finally.. we’ve gotten to the point of the discourse we’re people are just complaining about the discourse. You know what that means? It’s over! :D Everyone can chill now.

For the next two months. I think that’s about the average time it takes for this to pop up again. Because it will… it always does.

anonymous asked:

So this may be a weird question, but i just thought of it and i live your dbz headcanons, so. Since Goku was dead at the time, who do you think was the best man at Krillin and 18's wedding?

My guess is probably Yamcha, honestly. Like if Goku had been alive at the time he would’ve been Krillin’s first pick hands down, those two are best friends and have been for eons. But Krillin’s pretty close with Yamcha, too. I mean I think everyone’s pretty close with Yamcha; he seems like the sort of guy that hasn’t got much trouble making friends (that aren’t girls). But they studied under the same martial arts master, they’ve known each other for a long time, they were both The Single Friend™ for a while and I think they commiserated with each other about that.

And more than that, I think Yamcha would be one of the few people Krillin would trust to not screw up the best man duties. The best man and/or maid/matron of honour have a lot of responsibilities, and of the group I think Krillin would look around and go “yeah I’m going to go with the guy whose dream is to get married instead of one of the Emotionally Constipated Manly Men™, the literal child, or the perverted old man who was basically my father figure for most of my life, because my fiancee told me that if he had anything to do with the actual ceremony she would leave my ass at the altar and rightfully so.” (Side note: Roshi is not allowed to have anything to do with weddings ever. Ever.) But Yamcha? Yamcha’s probably the most normal guy in the group, or at least fights Krillin for that title on a regular basis. Yamcha understands weddings, and the importance of them, and how important it is to have the bride and groom happy on their big day, and how they work in general.

tl;dr Yamcha was Krillin’s best man because nobody else was qualified and they are Turtle School Bros.

this post is going to sound corny and over the top tumblr angry™ especially given the format but please take me a little bit seriously: when 43+ bomb threats have been called in to synagogues, JCCs, and religious schools in a mere two week period irl, when people were planning an armed march against jewish people existing in a town, when nazis are having a field day out there since the election, and a self proclaimed antisemite is nominated to be chief strategist, when I have seen jewish personhood casually debated on news channels that aren’t even Fox or some shit, when WWII antisemitic rhetoric is getting repeated by politicians verbatim in speeches, and everyone has to hear nazi germany coded language about the jewish media conspiracy every day, all of the above means jewish people probably do not have any more patience to listen to people on tumblr opening their mouths on judaism in any way when they should not be. 

if you are not jewish and you feel entitled enough to do the following (these are all things I’ve seen in the past month done by various relatively popular non jewish bloggers)….

  • define ethnic, cultural, and/or religious judaism and make yourself the authority on those lines
  • police/judge how jews with complex jewish identities talk about and interact with those identities (mixed ethnic jews, ethnic jews with complicated or no religious background, jewish adoptees, patrilineal jews, jewish converts, secular jews, jews who recently found out about their jewishness, etc) 
  • make posts mocking how jews word their experiences about their jewishness
  • cast judgement on whether or not a jew “looks” ethnic or religious enough to face antisemitism
  • decry someone for punching a neonazi in the face
  • use the unjust situation in palestine as an excuse to condone bomb threats buildings full of jewish people including children have been getting 
  • use jews as political props in general or reduce our issues to one political issue
  • insert yourself into a situation where a jew is calling another jew on something and deciding to use the jew who behaved badly as a reason to make posts about how you’re “uncomfortable with jews” 
  • tell jews how we can and cannot use words in jewish languages 

congrats, you now owe your local antifa $$$. also, the unfollow button is pretty noticeable, please make use of it. you don’t get to benefit from hearing and reblogging my thoughts, emotions, or jokes at this time if you’re going to act those ways. (those things should never be acceptable but especially under the current climate, if you needed any incentive to knock it the fuck off now is the time)

Me: I have very high standards!
Everyone: -submits their fanart/fanfics-
Me: YOU’RE MEETING ALL MY STANDARDS!!!!11!!


I’m sorry. Not really. I just love all your fanarts.

THE RED LETTERS - Meaning??

After talking with some other people I realized not everyone has red letters in their credits. There have been TWO secret messages. 

The Six Thatchers: THE SIX NAPOLEONS
The Lying Detective: ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH

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Beating Trump

Two thoughts for winning the Trump era, however long it lasts:

1. Pay no attention to his tweets and twaddles. I mean, zero. Trump lives by vendetta. He eats attention and shits responses. Trump believes Trump lives only because people respond to Trump tweets. 

Cut off the food. Rob him of his sustenance. When the energy dies, so does Trump.

2. Fight everywhere else. Expose every ridiculous law and regulation. If you can, sue to stop violations of citizens’ rights. Become an ally of everyone being bullied and marginalized and left behind. 

You cannot win an attention war with a narcissist being enabled by others who feed off his narcissism. You have to turn apparent strengths into actual weaknesses. You have to play your game, not theirs. 

It’s time to stop reacting. It’s time to start winning.

SM is not appreciating Lay enough. Please repost.

I want more people to see this. Please repost. People need to see what Lay, Zhang Yixing, has done.

I was just watching EXO Monster music video, the Chinese version. A lot of people were saying Lay wasn’t getting enough lines in M versions and how it’s a Chinese song where the Chinese get two lines. Then you get comments like:

“Well everyone needs to remember that everyone has their designated roles in the group. Lay has improved greatly in terms of singing, and he is indeed better than he used to be, but he came to SM as a dancer. Just because he’s Chinese does not mean he has the right to all the lines.“

“Maybe Lay’s voice didn’t suit some lines within the song in comparison to the other members.“

“The problem is that he can’t sing as well as baek and kyungie.”

“…because LAY has too much personal activities…”

I don’t even want to continue.

People keep saying ‘Why do Chinese members keep leaving’ and how Chinese people always ‘leave for money’. Look, Lay is here staying in the group and not going for the money and supporting his brothers, he is keeping to his words ‘we are one’. Yes, it’s true that Lay has his own personal studio in China and is doing variety shows and dramas in China but he still has to give SM a big part of his income. Don’t know whether it’s 100% accurate but according to a website in China, half of Yixing’s personal studio staff was employed by SM and Yixing has to give 70% of his income to SM. Well, 30% of is income is actually a lot considering how well he’s doing in China but bare in mind Yixing is the one doing all the work and he has to give SM 70% of it. 


Lay has make his way into the Chinese market and had gotten so popular recently starring in variety shows like Go Fighting and honestly, he can do so much better and so much more if he left the group and focus on his career in China but is he leaving? No. He’s not leaving. The reason why Chinese members keep leaving is because of this. This is a song in Mandarin and a Chinese members get two lines. TWO FUCKING LINES. Kris and Tao used to get one lines or two lines in songs and maybe not even have a proper line in K versions. If you search Kris voice on YouTube, someone made a compilation of his solo lines from MAMA to Overdose (M and K version included) you would find that he only had 8.33 minutes overall. And for Tao, he only got 4 minutes. There is a reason why members want to seek for more opportunities and want be able to do more. There are members like Sehun where all his lines were E-X-O (well he did have more lines in Love Me Right and recent songs).

How do you expect them to still stay when people like Kris who trained for 7 years, not knowing whether he’s going to debut and when he does, he get two lines in a song(except raps) and would always be placed at the back while performing live. He was originally supposed to debut after training for 3 years but the date got pushed back and SM told him, ‘Just wait another year.’ Another year became two years, three years, four years. He had became the foreign trainee who has trained for the longest time in SM. How do you expect him to still stay? I don’t even want to go into how Kris’s body conditions were and how he has serious problems with his body. See how well Kris doing in China and even starred in Hollywood films, would he be doing that if he stayed? 

Back to Lay. I hate it when people say stuff like “Lay only focus on his career in China and doesn’t even do EXO stuff anymore.” Excuse me, how dare you say that. Yes, Yixing did spend a lot of time in China filming and doing variety shows but he’s trying so hard to keep up with both EXO and himself. Let me tell you Lay’s schedule and after this you wouldn’t dare say he doesn’t try. 

This is his schedule for the past two months. 

May

5th-Beijing to Gimpo

9th-Incheon to Shanghai

13th-Back to Korea

18th-Incheon to Beijing

19th-<To Be A Better Man> Conference

20th-Beijing to Seoul

23th-Incheon to Xiamen

25th-Xiamen to Shanghai

28th-Hongqiao to Seoul

June

5th-Seoul to Shanghai

6th-<Old Nine Gates> Conference

6th-Premiere of <To Be A Better Man>

7th-Back to Korea

8th-EXO comeback showcase

This was his schedule for the past two months. How dare you say that Yixing is not doing enough EXO stuff. Not a normal person can bear with the stress and tiredness flying almost every two days. Why do you think he keeps flying back to Korea? He could have stayed in China since he has so many conference to go to. It’s because EXO comeback has a lot of planning and practicing to do. If he has ‘given in to money’ like some people like to say, why do you think Yixing has given up his time for resting and flying back and forth China and Korea. If he has really ‘given in to money’ why shouldn’t he just leave? Why does he keeps mentioning EXO in China? At the end of interviews he would always tell people to not only support him but also EXO. He doesn’t need to do any of that. He really don’t. He could’ve just left and continue what he’s doing in China. But he keeps his promises. He promised to stay with the members, he promised to not leave, he promised to prove that Chinese people are trustworthy. 

You can’t judge Yixing if you haven’t tied sandbags to your body to practice dancing for almost two years just because you think your dancing wasn’t going anywhere, it was to a point where he can’t even stand up because of the damages he has done to his waist. You can’t judge Yixing if you haven’t seen the amount of time he puts into making a ‘better Zhang Yixing’. You can’t judge Yixing if you haven’t had a cramping leg but still managed to finished a short interview and the whole Love Me Right choreography and immediately collapsed to the ground after the performance. These are all happening when people call him names like “attention seeking bitch”. He is still standing. He doesn’t deserve all this. He doesn’t even to work half as hard but chose to because he wants to prove to all those people who judged him, who attacks him, who call him names. If you haven’t gone through what Yixing has gone through, what gives you the right to judge him? 

“Hope that I will be able to let the others see, everything of Zhang Yixing is good, only then I feel it’s really amazing. Let the others see he result, the process ins’t really that important.”-ZhangYixing 

If you’re judging him or has judged him, think about whether you’ll be able to go through all this and still put on a smile for everyone.

Zhang Yixing is so hardworking and is such an amazing human being. SM need to change, and SM need to appreciate the effort Yixing is putting into EXO. 

We’ve already lost three members, we couldn’t afford to lose more.

hey so uh I’ve seen this floating around and just wanted to say

If you’ve reblogged this, fucking unfollow me

I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re a nasty, nasty person. As far as I’m aware, there are two (2) reasons people hate Jieun- because she’s unfriendly, and, in some cases, because she “gets in the way of the yaoiz xP”.

Honestly I can’t believe I’m having to say this, but PEOPLE DON’T DESERVE TO DIE BECAUSE THEY’RE MEAN. PEOPLE DON’T DESERVE TO DIE BECAUSE THEY MAKE IT HARDER FOR YOU TO ROMANTICISE ABUSE.

You know who deserves to die?? The guy who’s murdered, abused (and possibly even sexually assaulted) people, the guy who manipulates everyone around him into believing he’s a good person. Because you know what? I’m pretty sure Sangwoo has done a LOT more horrible things to Bum than Jieun has, and I don’t see many of you calling for /his/ fucking head.

Those who want Jieun dead, those who call her a bitch or a whore, those who “justify” your actions, you’re all transparent as fuck. Killing Stalking isn’t fucking yaoi, and Jieun didn’t get in the way of your disgusting, abusive ship.

Thanks.

“i used to believe that everyone deserved true love, and that it should last as long as your life does, but it wasn’t until i met you that i realized that’s not the case,” she says to him.
“what do you mean?” he asks.
“people hear the word forever and they expect it to last until the day they die, but sometimes, forever is only a year, and sometimes it’s only two or three years. for us, forever was a little less than a year, but during that time, you gave me the best forever. you showed me love, compromise, you showed me adoration. you showed me how two broken people can come together and make each other whole, even if it is for a little while. you gave me a forever i’ll never forget and i thank you for that,” and with this, she gives him a final kiss and turns to walk away from her forever.

Person 1: I want to create a world where all people are treated w dignity and allowed to survive. Sometimes that means defending those people from those who say they wish to kill or exploit them and make sure thru whatever means we have to use that they won’t be in a place of power to do that.

Person 2: I think that certain people are inherently less than human and worse than me and I’m willing to use violence to get me and people like me in charge of everyone so we can get rid of them.

some people, somehow: but how can I tell the difference between these two people?

Two years later and my series of benders is still ongoing lol. Here’s airbending and Aang, who always maintains his compassion and ideals despite the instabilities and harsh realities that surround him.

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I keep getting asked if Daryl and Carol will become a ‘thing’ pretty soon, since it’s obvious they have chemistry, and really seem to like each other, and have flirted a couple of times. Most of the time I respond that they are two people of similar backgrounds who naturally gravitate toward each other. So never say never. I mean, if it happens, then that’s way cool. I absolutely love working with Melissa. She’s just brilliant and really lights up a room. And I love everyone of our scenes together. I’m so glad we’re working together.
—  Norman Reedus (Entertainment Magazine-Live, 2013)
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imagine being so threatened and riled up over a voice line being shared by two characters that you feel the need to post hate in the ship tag

like… mercy and roadhog share the “piece of cake” voice line and no one has lost their shit over that lmao

idk I’m just happy for meihem shippers cos they constantly have trash in their tags from gross people, and having something cute and nice between the chars in their ship is a good bolster to fandom morale; god knows it gets fucking dragging to see pissbabies whining about how toxic or abusive something is when like no one takes a ship at face value?? like I don’t see anyone throwing fits over other popular ships that have major roadblocks or other obstacles that would have to be addressed; people make art and write fic for them and are left alone because that’s how things should be. I don’t delve into many other ships but like for christ’s sake character growth and development is a thing, get off your discourse horse you assbasket

and that’s another thing too, like all these kids get whiny about ships and calling them these particular buzzwords and it’s like? do you know what an abusive relationship looks like because I was in one and I sure as hell do! and simple differing dynamics between characters does not equal toxicity by any means – especially when people want to expand character experiences and interactions and show growth and development.

does Mei not like Junkrat? judging from some of their interactions, probably not. could she learn to like him through teamwork and mutual effort to understand one another? absolutely. in the hands of fans and writers and artists, anything is possible. that’s what fandom is for.

and anyone who feels compelled to police others’ ships and experiences (within reason) can piss right off.

  • What they say: I'm fine
  • What they really mean: Did you see the Dirk Gently season finale? Where is everyone being taken to? Did Amanda and Vogel escape? What's going to happen with Todd now having pararibulitis? Season two is coming and I'm not okay. I haven't recovered yet. Who else is involved in project Black Wing? I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! IF MORE PEOPLE DON'T WATCH THIS SHOW IT'LL BE CANCELLED! *sobs into a corner*
PSA: Difference between Gravebone and Gradence

Hi guys just an idea I’ll throw around. (Also supported by some posts i’ve seen)

So some people here ships only real!Graves and Credence

Then some people here ships only Grindelwald!Graves and Credence..

And we have two popular ship names:

GRAVEBONE

GRADENCE

I guess what I’m trying to say..to help everyone we can SEPARATE the meaning of these two ship names. We can do..

GRAVEBONE : Real!Graves & Credence ship (pre grindelwald)

GRADENCE: Grindelwald!Graves & Credence

To help people out? Tbh I ship both but if it helps other shippers out there..

So if you like the idea can you reblog this to bring it out! Thanks!

i mean, honestly, for all the awesome stuff we’ve caught and all the great and amazing subtext that lsit and rebekah everyone else has found, i have only ever needed five basic facts to convince anyone of tjlc. 

  1. the bbc did a study and resolved to commission more lgb works the year that sherlock was commissioned.
  2. mark gatiss is an openly gay man.
  3. steven moffat, whom many perceive as being the holdout, has written two iterations of married lesbian detectives.
  4. both identify tplosh, whose writer has said he wished he had gone farther with the relationship between john and sherlock, as their favorite adaptation. 
  5. they have said they’ve never disagreed on anything.

i mean that’s it, i’ve converted people, especially other queer people, in sixty seconds with just those five facts, because together they debunk any reasons that people could possibly come up with for not having it happen. 

it’s just so implausible that it won’t happen at this point, there’s no need to doubt. (also credits to rebekah @softsons because this list comes from xer first tjlce video) 

Always Mine - Chapter 6

[CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE] [CHAPTER FOUR] [CHAPTER FIVE]

A/N: Here is chapter 6! It is part two of episode 4 from season 7. I just want to thank everyone who has shown this story love and support as well as showing me support. It truly means the world to me!


Rick ran right past Negan and Katherine into the house. Katherine’s’ heart was racing. She was hoping Carl didn’t actually kill one of Negan’s men. That would just mean Negan would retaliate and no one wanted that.


“Your people sure are fucking stupid.” Negan hissed as he pulled her along into the house. When they walked in, they saw Carl pointing a gun at three of Negan’s men.


“Carl, Carl, put it down.” Rick pleaded. Carl glared.


“No. He’s taking all of our medicine. They said only half our stuff.”


“Of fucking course. Oh-ho. Really, Kid?”


Carl glared at him. He noticed for the first time Katherine was there. He saw the way Negan had her wrist in his grasp and he clenched the gun harder.


“You should let her go and leave before you find out how dangerous we all are.”


Katherine’s eyes widened. Did he really just threaten Negan? She knew Carl was just trying to help and protect everyone but all he was doing was putting them in more danger.


“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my fucking French, but…did you just threaten me?” Katherine swallowed hard . “Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can’t have it. Not him, not me.”


With a burst of andrenaline out of fear of her brother getting hurt, Katherine pulled her wrist out of Negan’s grasp. She ran over to stand next to her father, missing the way Negan scowled.


“Carl, Carl look at me.” Carl locked eyes with his sister. “Just put it down.” The two siblings kept their eyes locked on each other. Carl’s hand had slightly loosened when Negan suddenly grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and tugged her backwards. She winced at the grip on her wrist.


“Don’t be fucking rude, Katherine.” Katherine saw the angry look in his eyes. It had suddenly hit her that she had broken the rule he had given her before they came to Alexandria. Him using her full name confirmed and the look in his eyes told her she was in big trouble.


“We are having a conversation. Now, boy, where  the fuck were we? Oh, yea. Your giant, man-sized balls. No fucking threatening us. Listen, I fucking like you, so I don’t want to go hard proving a point here. You don’t fucking want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I’m serious. Fuck, do you want me to prove how serious ? Again?”


Carl looked at his father who was giving him a pleading look. His eyes flicked over to his sister who was giving him the same look.


“Please,” she mouthed silently. Carl exhaled sharply before lowering the gun. Rick immediately took it from him with  a sigh.


“You know, Rick this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of fucking guns. There’s all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my fucking people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I’m bettin’ there’s even more, which adds up to an absolute fuck-ton of guns. An as this little emotional outburst just made crystal fucking clear. I can’t allow that. They’re all mine now.”


Katherine’s eyes widened as Negan continued. “So tell me, Rick, where the fuck are my guns?”


Rick lowered his gaze to the ground before turning around and leaving the house. Negan looked at Davey.


“Davey, have the future serial killer here show you where her fucking room is. Pack up all her clothes and put them in my truck.” Davey nodded as Negan pulled her out of the house.


She wanted so badly to argue and say she could pack her own things, not that she wanted to, but she knew Negan was mad at her and she didn’t want to add onto it.


She stayed silent as they stopped in front of the garage where they kept all of the food and weapons. She saw Olivia already standing there.


“I…figured you were coming.”


“Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Olivia nodded as she stepped back.


“The armory’s inside.”


“You run the show in here,” Negan asked, pulling Katherine around to his front and letting go of her wrist in favor of wrapping his arm around her waist. Rick scowled slightly.


“I-I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns.” Negan nodded.


“Good. Smart. Don’t let me fucking stop you. Take her out, boys. Show ‘em the goods.” Negan’s men all walked inside, Olivia following. Rick moved to follow but Negan stopped him.


“Wait, wait, wait. While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not fucking taking a scrap of your food. Slim pickin’s in here. And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got a fucking fat girl in charge of keeping track of rations, can I?” Katherine couldn’t help but scoff at the way he described Olivia. “Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?”


Rick looked up from the ground.


“What do you want me to say?”


“I don’t know, Rick. How about a fucking thank you. You think that might be in order? Or is that to much to fucking ask?! What do you think Kitty Kat, is that to much to ask?” Negan laughed not even bothering to wait for Katherine’s answer, not that she would give one. “Ohh. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but what can I fucking say? You forced my hand, Rick. But it’s like I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m a very reasonable fucking man as long as you cooperate. Are you cooperating?”


“What’s it look like?”


“Oh-ho-ho. I know what it fucking looks like. But what I really want to know is if we’re gonna find all the guns back there or if maybe you got a few fucking just waitin’ for their moment…just like my Lucille.”


Katherine’s eyes moved down to the bloody bat that her father was still holding. She zoned out while a memory hit her.


Henry! You can’t do that silly.”


The little boy laughed as Katherine helped him pick up all his food off the table.


But why Ms. Katherine?”


Katherine giggled and put the plate back on the table with the food now cleaned up.


Because the table isn’t hungry, but you are so eat your lunch.” She tickled his side, making him squeal with laughter. Katherine laughed as a knock sounded on the daycare door. Standing up, she wiped her hands off before walking over and opening it.


She smiled seeing a middle aged woman standing there.


Hi, can I help you?”


She noticed the hospital gown on the woman. It wasn’t abnormal for patients to come down and visit. Some times spending time with the children made them feel better.


I’m um, I’m looking for Katherine?”

“That’s me.” She took notice how the woman’s eyes widened slightly and looked her over. Katherine squrimed slightly, a little uncomfortable. She felt like the woman was sizing her up. She cleared her throat and gave a small smile. “Can I help you with anything?”


“You don’t happen to know a Negan, do you?”


Katherine furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she nodded.


I do. He’s my boyfriend. May I ask why?”


The woman’s eyes sarted to water as she gave a bitter smile.


It’s nice to meet, you Katherine. I’m Lucille. Negan’s wife.”


Katherine remembered that day like it was yesterday. She had felt like someone had punched her in the chest. Her and Negan had been together for almost two months at that point and she had felt so stupid for not realizing Negan was married. There were times when they would be at her apartment and he would get a call before immediately leaving. Sure she’d always ask him where had to run off to but he would always tell her it was work related or he would kiss her and take her to bed before she could even ask more questions. He was a master manipulator.


He knew just what to do to get what he wanted.




“You know what today is, Rick? Today is a fucking banner say. Yes, it is. I think this little arrangement we have is gonna work out just fine.”


Katherine stood by Negan’s side, watching as his men walked back and forth, their arms loaded with all their guns. She watched as Daryl walked past them. He looked so broken and in return, it broke Katherine’s heart. She had never seen Daryl this way before.


“Hold up.” Negan said, taking a a hand gun out of one of his men’s arms. “Let’s see if you’ve been taking good fucking care of my guns.” He cocked the gun and pointed it at Daryl. Katherine’s heart started to pound in her chest. She was relieved when he let Daryl pass, instead raising his arm and shooting a window.


She let out a silent sigh of relief.


“Feels good. Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille’s getting’ a little jealous. What between these guns and my little Kitty Kat over here.” He pulled Katherine to him. Katherine and her father kept their eyes on each other, not wanting to feed into Negan’s games.


They continued to watch as all the guns were loaded in the truck. They all turned their heads when they heard muffle crying. Arat was pushing Olivia out of the garage.


“Arat, we don’t do that unless they do somethin’ to fucking deserve it.” Arat stopped and handed him over the notebook that Olivia kept inventory in.


“Yeah, we went throught the inventory. Guns in the armory, guns they had around the walls, they’re short. Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.”


Negan’s face turned serious as he looked up at Olivia.


“Is that true?”


“We had some people leave town. Those guns probably went with them.” Rick quickly said, trying to difuse the situation.


“So Olivia sucks at her job. Is that what you’re fucking sayin’?”


Rick quickly shook his head.


“No. No, I’m not sayin’ that.”


“There should be a full fucking accounting here, right? Top to bottom. Am I right?


“No. I mean yes. The inventory is correct.”


“Good. But not so good, too. You see, what’s in here…isn’t fucking there. You’re two handguns short. Do you know where they are?”


Katherine swallowed hard. She said a silent prayer that Olivia did in fact know where they are so this mess could get cleared up as quick as possible because the look on Negan’s face right now, was scaring her. It was the same look he had the night he killed two of her friends.


“No. I…”


Negan sighed and looked at Rick.


“That’s disappointing, Rick. I thought that we had a fucking understanding. But this…well, this shows that someone’s not on board and I can’t have that.”


He turned to Olivia and stepped closer to her.


“I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of the day, Olivia, my dear this was your responsibility.” Olivia whimpered and Katherine’s heart was once again racing.


'He can’t kill her’ she thought. This was the one thing she had been hoping they would avoid and now because some idiot took two guns without anyone knowing, Olivia’s life was in danger. Katherine could kill whoever did it.


“Look, we can work this out,” Rick said, stepping forward.


“Oh, yes, we can. And I’m going to, right fucking now.” Olivia whimpered again as more tears fell from her eyes. Katherine’s heart broke. Olivia was one of the sweetest people she knew. She didn’t deserve to die for someone elses screw up.


“This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That shit is fucking life and death.” Negan turned to Rick.


“You go find those fucking guns for me, Rick. I’ll be keeping Olivia here company. Arat, grab her.” Arat grabbed Olivia by the arm while Negan grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and pulled her along.




“You can’t kill her.” Negan looked down at Katherine. They were outside while Olivia was inside making lemonade for them, Arat standing guard.


They had been away from her father for almost ten minutes and they had yet to find the guns. She knew Negan was serious about killing Olivia if he didn’t get those guns and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want anymore of her friends or family to die.


“Not only can I, Kitty Kat, I fucking will if necessary.”


Katherine shook her head and stepped towards him.


“Negan, please. They’ve already lost so many people. P-please don’t.”


Negan looked at her, his intense gaze making her squrim slightly.


“And why should I fucking do what you ask? You disobeyed me today.”


Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat.


“I-I was just trying to help back there. I didn’t mean to break your rules. I-I’m sorry.”


Negan smirked and pulled her into his chest. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand gripped her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.


“Your friends need to learn. They need to learn that I am fucking in charge now and there are consequences for their stupid mistakes.” Katherine held in her tears as best as she could.


“Please Negan. Please don’t kill her.” She didn’t want to say what she was about to, but what else was there to do? “I-I’ll do anything.” She been hoping to never get into this situation but now here they were and she was prepared to do anything he wanted in order to keep her friends and family alive.


Negan’s smirk grew into a full toothy grin. His tongue poked out between his teeth as he spoke.


“Is that fucking so?” Katherine tried not to tense. She slowly nodded. “Ya know, I remember you saying that when I was gonna have your daddy chop your little future serial killer brother’s arm off and I didn’t fucking take you up on it. But now I think I will. So, what do you fucking got for me, Doll? And it better be fucking good.”


“W-whatever you want.”


Negan smirked. Those words were music to his ears. He let for of her chin in favor of cupping her cheek. Katherine felt him rub her cheek with his thumb. She would have found it nice if hadn’t been for their history. He bent down close so Katherine could feel his breath hitting her lips.


“You’ll do anything?”


Katherine hesitantly nodded, not liking the look in his eyes. But there was no turning back now. She was doing this for Olivia and everyone else in Alexandria. Sherry’s words came back to her.


A happy Negan means nobody gets hurt.”


Negan got closer to her, their noses bumping into each other.


“I’ve been thinking about getting another wife.” Katherine felt her heart stop. In reality, she should have known that would probably be what he wanted. But it still took her off guard. “And I think my Kitty Kat would be perfect for it. You already know what I like, what I don’t fucking like. You’d be the perfect wife, Doll.” He gave her a villainous grin.  “Yea, yea I fucking like that idea. I’ll spare your little friend if you agree to join me in holy matrimony.”


In truth, she didn’t want to be his wife. She didn’t even want to be near him. But she also didn’t want Olivia to die. And who knows, she’d probably make him more angry if she refused. She then thought about what her friends and family would think. Surely they’d understand she did it to keep them all safe.


“Tick-tock Kitty Kat. The offer only stands for two more minutes.”


Katherine took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry.


“O-okay.”


Negan grinned.


“Good fucking choice, Doll. Consider your friend spared.”


“Negan!” Negan looked over Katherine’s shoulder to see Arat standing there.


“What?” He stood up straight while Katherine looked down at the ground.


“They found something.”


Katherine’s eyes widened as she choked on a sob. It would be her luck that they find the guns right after she just agreed to be one of Negan’s wives.


Negan smirked.


“Good.” He looked down at Katherine, seeing a tear run down her cheek. He had just got two more guns and a new wife. This day was turning out to be better than he thought. “Let’s go get our guns, Kitty Kat then we can go home and I can go over the rules and shit for being my wife.”


Katherine sniffled as Negan wrapped his arm around her shoulder’s and they made their way back out to the truck.


After getting the guns back and making sure everything was loaded, they all headed back towards the front gates.


“Hell of a place you got here, Rick.”


Rick nodded, looking at Katherine who hadn’t said anything since they found the guns. In fact she hadn’t even looked at him since then. He immediately thought Negan had done something to her but there was no way Negan was going to let him ask her about it.


Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he looked behind Negan. He saw Michonne standing in the abandoned shack that was just inside Alexandria’s walls. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the man in front of him.


“Give me a second.”


Negan looked him over and gave a small smirk.


“No.”


Rick sighed.


“Please, can you just…give me a second?”


Negan didn’t say anything which Rick took as a yes. Katherine didn’t look up as her father walked away. She was to filled with shame and embarrasment to even look at him right now.


“What do you think? Should we tell your daddy about our fucking union or do you think he’s had enough for one day?” Negan chuckled. Katherine bit her tongue, not wanting to lash out at him. She just settled for shaking her head. “Yea you’re probably right. Fuck, we wouldn’t wanna add any more wrinkles to that face now would we?”


Katherine felt so sick to her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and tuned everything out in an effort to keep the contents of her stomach where they were. She had hid from this man for almost a year. She had never wanted to see or be with him again, yet she had just agreed to become his wife. If she had waited a few more minutes, she wouldn’t have even had to answer because they would have found the guns. But now there was no turning back. Now that she had agreed, she knew Negan wouldn’t let her back out.


She hadn’t realized how long she had zoned out for until Negan squeezed her shoulder. Snapping out of it, she heard him laughing.


“Jesus, even in the fucking apocalypse you still space out?” Negan shook his head. “Say goodbye to your fucking daddy, Doll. We’re going.” She looked up at him as he unwound his arm from her waist. She immediately took the opportunity to run to her father. Rick immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her close.


“I love you.” She whispered, squeezing him tight. Rick squeezed back just as tight.


“I love you too. I’m gonna get you out of there, okay. I promise.” Katherine nodded, more tears falling. She heard a throat clear and a hand on her arm, pulling her out of her dad’s grip.


“Well wasn’t that fucking sweet. But we gotta get going, Rick. I’ve got plans to make.” He smirked down at Katherine who glared at him. He just laughed and led her over to the truck they rode in on. Katherine got in and sat in her seat as Negan walked back over to her father to grab Lucille.


She watched as he said something to him before walking back to the truck. Once he was in, he looked at Davey who was in the drivers seat.


“Let’s go Davey. I’ve got a wedding plan.”


Katherine closed her eyes as the truck roared to life and they started driving back towards The Sanctuary. She didn’t know what to expect now that she had agreed to be Negan’s wife. Would it actually help her to keep him from killing her friends and family? What if she did something to piss him off and he attacked her friends and family for revenge.


The only thing she did know, is that she had just agreed to marry Negan and now her life was never going to be the same.

[CHAPTER SEVEN]

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Third Person POV:

Jack entered hell, early Monday morning… wait, I mean school…yeah that’s what I meant…

Anyways, Jack was walking into class, receiving strange looks from the new freshmen at the two lip rings he wore, his gauges, and, of course, his hair, the colour of freshly cut grass. He wasn’t bothered by the looks because, frankly, he couldn’t care less of what everyone else thought, he was happy, so who gives a shit? Despite Jack looking and acting like a badass, he’s kind of a goodie-goodie. He is a straight A student and he has never gotten a detention. He’s also a teacher’s pet, all teachers like him, and Jack is quite proud of both his reputations.

Stepping through the doorway, Jack arrived at his English classroom, smiling at his teacher, Ms. Suzie, before taking his seat, not too close to either the front or back of the room. He didn’t want to look like a bad kid in front of his favorite teacher, but he didn’t want to look like a kiss ass in front of his fellow students.

After taking out his books and two pencils, freshly sharpened, he waited for Ms. Suzie to start today’s lesson. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Mark walk in, well, shoved in by his friend Wade, both giggling loudly. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Jack watched Mark take a seat in the far back, walking past Jack’s desk, flashing a small smile to the boy before looking away. Confused, Jack just brushed it off. Who gives a shit if the most popular dipshit in school smiled at him, they were probably making fun of him.

*Time Skip To The End Of Class*

Nearing the end of class, Ms. Suzie announced a project out of nowhere, “You will be working in partners, but don’t worry, I saved you all the hassle of choosing!”

Groans could be heard all over the classroom as Jack’s hand bolted into the air.

“Yes Jack?” She asked.

“Can I work alone?”

“No, I’m sorry but this is a partner project, it’s good for all of you to get to know each other and bond over some good ol’ literature!”

Jack sighed as Ms. Suzie began to call out names.

“Felix and Cry, Dan and Phil…” Jack slightly zoned out, almost having a panic attack over the idea of who he might be forced to work with, until he heard his name and he began hyperventilating. “Annnndddd….Jack and Mark! Alright! Try and exchange information and set up a plan for your project in the last 5 minutes!”

Jack’s breath quickened as his anxiety kicked in. ‘Fuck fuck fuck! I have to work with that asshole?!’ Jack thought. A tan hand landing on his desk broke him from his thoughts, the hand, of course, belonging to Mark, a smirk plastered on the red haired boy’s face. His warm brown eyes met Jack’s, stunning baby blue ones.

“Meet me at my house after school, ok?” Mark instructed.

Jack nodded just as the bell rang, and Mark left the classroom.

*After School*

Jack walked to Mark’s house, knowing exactly where it was, frowning as to why. Mark and Jack were best friends in primary school, they were always hanging out, practically connected at the hip, but…something changed. In secondary school Mark started making more friends, and Jack became more and more of a loner. They just drifted apart, and Jack became depressed because of it, but he met someone, Felix, who became friends with him. Now he and Felix are really close, they smoke pot together and hang out all the time, talking about anything. Felix convinced Jack to get all the piercings he loves and just become the person he is today.

What Jack doesn’t know is, Mark was jealous of Felix. Mark absolutely despises the Swede, and he’s become more of a jerk to the both of them. He started picking on them and calling them names all the time. Thus Jack’s hatred for Mark was created. Honestly though, Jack could never hate Mark, he’s always had the smallest of crushes on Mark. Although, he’d never admit it, Jack would jump at the opportunity to  hang out with Mark again, just like they used to. Jack wants to play video games and goof around like the good ol’ days! Sure, he can do that with Felix, but it’s not the same.

Arriving at Mark’s house, backpack slung loosely over his left shoulder, Jack rang the doorbell, hesitantly. After a few loud thumps, possibly of someone running down the stairs, Mark answered the door. His hair was messy and he wore an oversized red football jersey and some jeans that, not that Jack was looking, emphasized his bulge, quite nicely. A slight blush appeared on Jack’s pale face while he looked the jock up and down, noticing how attractive he looked.

Smirking at the way Jack’s eyes scanned his body, Mark spoke, “My eyes are up here, Jack.”

The Irishman’s face turned bright red as he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking to the pale grey pavement, “S-sorry, let’s just work on the project, alright?”

Rolling his eyes playfully, Mark led Jack into his house, “Feel free to grab a drink or anything. I figured we could work up in my room..?”

“Whatever you want, Mark. Whatever gets me out of here faster.”

Mark frowned a bit, hurt by the statement before brushing it off and smiling again, “Don’t act like I’m such a nuisance, Jack, we used to be pals, remember?”

“Of course I remember those terrible times,” Jack joked, following Mark up the stairs.

“Whatever, you know you liked hanging out with me,” Mark stated, flopping down onto his bed, leaving enough space for Jack to sit beside him, which Jack did.

Jack pulled out his notes, flipping through, “Whatever, I guess they weren’t terrible memories.”

“You loved me, remember? We were best friends forever?”

“I guess forever doesn’t last very long..” Jack muttered, quiet enough so Mark could barely hear him.

“Remember when we kissed?” Mark asked, looking at the boy’s face turn pink.

“Don’t talk about that…”

“So you do remember, and I do too. I also recall you enjoying it.”

“I think you did too, Mark,” Jack said, trying to turn on him a bit, still flipping through his notebook, licking at his lip rings nervously.

“Maybe a little..” Mark said, noticing Jack’s nervous habit, biting his lip.

'Why does he have to be so cute?!’ Mark wondered.

“So shut up, we both liked it.”

After a moment of slightly awkward silence, Mark spoke up, “Didn’t we agree to do it again?”

Jack’s eyes widened, “Y-yeah..”

“But we never did..”

“No, we didn’t..”

“Perhaps we should then..? I’m a man of my word, Jack.”

Mark sat up, noticing the way Jack blushed, smiling at how adorable and nervous he was, “Would you want to do it again?”

“B-but we’re supposed to be working on the project…not kissing.”

“C'mon Jack, you know you want to..”

“Mark we’re supposed to be working..”

“Don’t be a pussy!”

“Fine!” Jack grabbed Mark’s face, kissing him deeply.

It took him a moment to realize what he just did, making him pull back when he did.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

Mark quieted the Irishman by connecting their lips once again, the cold metal from Jack’s piercings touching his lips, making him smirk. Mark always thought Jack’s piercings made him way hotter.

Jack kissed back, making the Half-Korean boy smirk, moving his lips faster while resting his hand on Jack’s thigh, rubbing slightly on his black skinny jeans. The small boy was the first to break the kiss.

“Mark we can’t, we have to work on the project..”

“I don’t care about the project, I want you.”

Jack blushed as Mark slowly pushed him back on the bed, kissing him roughly. Slowly, Mark inched his hand up the Irishman’s shirt, making Jack shiver from his touch. Mark’s lips moved to Jack’s neck as he began sucking and nibbling on his pale flesh, gently. A small moan escaped the small boy’s lips, making him cover his mouth quickly.

“Don’t be shy, you sound pretty when you moan,” Mark complimented, pecking the small boy on the lips before sucking on his jawline.

“M-Mark…” Jack whimpered.

“I swear to god if you say one more thing about the project-”

“N-no I want you to do something for me..”

“Oh, of course, what is it?”

“I want you to fuck me..” Jack said, softly, blushing and looking away.

Mark grinned, “Gladly.”

Mark pulled off his shirt revealing his honey coloured abs. Jack blushed and looked him over. Grinning, Mark kissed Jack, licking at the piercings on his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Easily enough, Jack granted the red haired boy access to his mouth, feeling his tongue travel his mouth. Deciding he wanted to stop taking his sweet ass time, Mark began to palm Jack through his jeans. Moans and whimpers filled the room, thank god Mark’s mom isn’t coming home for a few hours.

“Fuck, Mark~”

Grinning, Mark pulled away, “Take off your clothes.”

Jack blushed and stood up, noticing Mark watching him, waiting intently. Slowly, Jack pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. Next came his jeans, which he inched down his waist very slowly. Mark enjoyed the show but noticed Jack was still in his boxers.

“Well..?” Mark questioned, in a slightly impatient manner. “Aren’t you going to finish? I told you to undress.”

“A-all the way?” Jack’s eyes widened as Mark nodded.

Shyly, Jack slid off his boxers, in an extremely slow manner. Soon enough, Jack’s boxers hit the floor and his half-hard cock was released, making Mark’s dick twitch in his jeans.

“Good boy, looks like you can follow orders.”

The praise made Jack harder than he was, but why? He loves praise.

“You like when I tell you you’re a 'good boy’? Someone’s got a praise kink, huh?” Mark grinned. “Lay down on you back.”

Jack did as he was told, watching Mark stand up and unzip his pants, pulling them off. Feeling even more turned on, Jack began to slowly jerk himself off. Mark pulled off his boxers, his cock springing free. Then, Mark noticed Jack pleasuring himself.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” Mark’s dominant voice made him pull his hands back from his cock, nervously, shaking his head. “Good boy, don’t ever touch yourself without permission, or daddy will have to punish you, baby boy.”

Mark’s warning made Jack bite his lip, while Mark referring to himself as 'daddy’ made him hornier. Jack also enjoyed the nickname, 'baby boy’ was both cute and very hot.

Their lips rejoined, Mark beginning to palm Jack once again.

“F-Fuck, Mark~”

“Ah ah ah,” Mark corrected. “Be a good baby boy and call me 'daddy’”

“Yes daddy,” Jack whimpered. “I’m a good boy, see?”

“Yes you are, you’re such a good boy, Jack.” Mark stated, starting to jerk Jack off while nibbling on the smaller boy’s collar bone.

“Daddy, please~” Jack moaned.

“Mm, please what, baby boy?”

“Fuck me.”

“Only if you beg for me.”

“B-but, daddy,” Jack whined, feeling Mark release his cock.

“Beg, slut.”

“Fuck, please daddy, fuck me! I want your huge cock inside me! Please, I’ve been a good boy for you, daddy! Please fuck me!”

Mark grinned, flipping the Irishman onto his stomach, taking in the view of his perfect little bum, “Do you want daddy to stretch you?”

Thinking for a moment, Jack shook his head. He knew he enjoyed the pain he received while being fucked before being stretched. Sure, he had only fucked a few times, his first time with Felix, but he knew what he liked.

“Are you sure? It’s going to hurt a little..”

“Please just do it daddy, I can’t wait much longer, I need your thick cock inside my tight hole, please!”

Well, Mark couldn’t deny Jack what he wanted. He wanted to please the small punk boy the best he could. Unsure of the next time he’d be able to fuck the boy, Mark decided he’d better make the most of this opportunity. Spreading the boy’s legs a bit, Mark aligned his cock with the his hole, preparing to thrust into him.

Giving a small warning, Mark pushed inside Jack, quickly. Whimpers and winces escaped the Irishman’s lips. Mark gave him almost no time to get used to his size before he began thrusting in and out of Jack, quickly. Jack was overwhelmed by pain, so much pain that it began to seem pleasurable. Soon enough, the punk boy began to moan as the jock thruster faster.

“Daddy! Fuck, faster, harder, please~!”

Doing as requested, the red haired male began to thrust harder and faster. Jack felt he was reaching his high, attempting to warn Mark in between moans.

“Daddy, I’m g-gonna….I’m c-close~”

“Me too baby boy,” Mark said, aiming his cock in different directions, trying to hit that one spot that would make Jack scream for him.

Then, he hit it. Jack came as if on command.

“F-Fuck, DADDY~!”

Hearing Jack scream for him made Mark cum almost instantly. A warm sensation filled Jack’s rear before he felt Mark pull out of him. Both of them were panting and laying on their backs on Mark’s bed, smiling like idiots.

“H-how was that?” Mark breathed out.

“Amazing.”

“Good, then we’ll have to do t again sometime.”

“Definitely.”

“I am a man of my word, I hope you are, too.”

“Of course, I would jump at an opportunity to do this again.”