Carl Grimes// Take Me Back To The Start

Originally posted by daily-walkers

Just because that’s such a cute gif of Chandler… Take a good long look. Also this is my first Carl x Reader insert because I normally pair him off with my OC, but here you go! Please enjoy!

Requested By Anon: You and Carl were best friends when you went to school together before The Turn. When the end of the world came raining down, you sought out protection with his mother Lori because much to your displeasure, your family could not be contacted. When you grow up so close to one another in a world that has no hope.. You allow your feelings to run your heart. 

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  “Hey Carl!” You cried out, laughing wildly as you kicked your legs higher and higher, causing your swing to raise further into the sky. Up. Up. Up. “Look at what I can do!” 

Carl smiled as he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of your laughter. The two of you had been best friends since Kindergarten, having grown up a block away from one another. You were never much for typical girl things- so you spent most of your time getting dirty with the child of Lori and Rick Grimes.

  “I bet I can go higher then you y/n!” He yelled victoriously, joining you on the opposite swing. Before you knew it, he was swinging back and forth in sync with you at the same height. 

Up. Up. Up. 

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Good Old Times

“We were just in the team we were same players in training the only difference is he got into the team and showing other people what he can do. But at the moment he is full of confidence and he’s playing really well and it’s coming a great time for Wales because he is playing so well and he’s obviously looking forward to every game and u know, when u’ve got the ability that he has, and u’ve got a load of confidence to go with it, then it just lights him up. He’s been playing really well and if he can produce the same form, it’ll be good for us and good for the Wales probably”– Chris Gunter on Gareth Bale

Every time he gives praise to others, I can sense his frangibility hidden inside, that makes my heart ache.


The Inbetweeners - “It’s Us”

It’s late as hell and my eyes are teary cause I should be asleep but…and I have some professional things I need to write and pursue but after writing that script, Richonne is back on my mind. So while this may be riddled with typos…just wanted to share a little something something.

… . .

Michonne groaned, her muscles aching. Slowly, she opened her one, good eye, the other still swollen shut. She was in her own bed at home, someone gently grasping her hand.



“Hey,” she rasped, throat dry. Carl handed her a cup, straw inside of it. “Figured you may need that,” he said.

Michonne smiled. “Thank you.”

“It’s so weird,” Carl mused.

“What is?”

He gave her a crooked smile. “It wasn’t that long ago our places were reversed.”

Carl turned at the sound of shoes shuffling across the floorboards. His father

“Carl. Mind giving us a moment?”

Carl nodded then looked at Michonne. “I’ll be back to check on you. Okay?”

Michonne gave his hand a squeeze, and despite the pain, a smile.

Carl stood heading towards the doorway as his father came further into the room, sitting at Michonne’s side in Carl’s chair. “Glad to see you awake,” he said.

“I only need so much beauty rest after all.”

“More like R and R. I don’t think you need any beauty rest.” He smiled warmly at her, gently brushing her hair from her face. “You don’t know how relieved I was…finding you sitting there,” he said a breath above a whisper.

“Actually, I do know the feeling. Like someone hitting play after you’ve been paused in a nightmare.”

“Yeah. Yeah… I just… I just wanted to say that whatever comes next, we do it together. Okay? No one will have your back better than me. No one will have mine better than you. We do this thing, fight in a war, this is how. Together.”

“That betrayal of Jadis’ people was rough. But it won’t always be like that.”

“Damn right. Cause from now on, it’s us. I can’t…” Rick shook his head, looking away. “You know how much I love you.”

“And you know how much I love you,” she said fiercely.

“Then stand with me. There’s gonna be more fights to come. There isn’t anyone else I’d want to stand shoulder to shoulder with.”

Michonne reached for his hand, clasping it with hers, giving it a squeeze. “Okay. It’s you and me. All the way.”

Rick looked into her eyes, smiled, then leaned over her, gently kissing her forehead. As he pulled away he murmured, “You and me.”

You Hurt Her, I Hurt You

Request Prompt: Can you do a Carl x reader where the reader is Ron’s sister.- @angelinabisognin

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader x Ron Anderson(Brother)

Warning: Fluff

I giggled as Judith smashed the cups together as she sat on the floor.

“I have to remember to grab her an actual toy next time I go on a run.”, I laughed.

“Hey she likes those cups.”, Carl stated and I smiled.

“I know.”, I said with a sad smile.

“Your dad?”, he asked and I nodded.

“He was a dick most of the time but he was still my dad.”, I told him.

“I know. And I’m sorry.”, he said.

“Its okay Carl. Its better this way. Ron and Sam will get over it. And Mom isn’t getting hurt anymore.”, I explained.

“Speaking of Ron. He’s looking for you.”, Carl told me.

“And you’re just now telling me?”, I giggled.

“Hey he’s been a bit of an asshole lately. Need I remind you he tried to kill me.”, he questioned and I laughed.

“But did you die?”, I asked and he chuckled.

“Not yet.”, he said as Ron walked through the door.

“Y/N would it kill you to let mom know where you’re going?”, Ron asked.

“I’m always here with Carl and Judith. She knows that.”, I retorted.

“But still. She’s trying here.”, he said and I nodded.

“What are you two doing anyway?”, he asked Carl.

“Just talking man.”, Carl said.

“Yeah. Hanging out.”, I added.

“Well mom wants you home.”, he told me and I nodded.

“Alright. See you later Carl. Bye Judith.”, I said and she giggled.

I walked side by side with Ron as we walked home. I could tell something was on his mind but I didn’t bother to ask. So instead I smacked him in the back of Hus head and took off to our house.

“Y/N!”, he shouted as I ran inside.

I stopped when I noticed Sam sitting on the steps.

“Hey buddy. Want to see something funny?”, I asked and he nodded.

At that moment Ron ran inside and I put him in a headlock.

“Let go of me.”, he playfully warned as he grabbed my ponytail.

“Foul! Foul!”, I shouted and Sam laughed.

“Really guys?”, My mom chuckled.

We both let go and I smacked his arm.

“I won.”, I stated.

He smacked me back and we started hitting each other repeatedly. Mom shook her head and grabbed our ears.

“That’s enough!”, she said and we stopped.

“Its good to see you both so playful but can you keep it down a little.”, she sighed.

“Ron go beat up by a girl.”, Sam laughed.

“Even Sam knows it.”, I said and Ron crossed his arms.

“Y/N not that I’m disappointed to see you but why are you here? I thought you’d be a Carl’s all day.”, mom asked and Ron coughed.

“Alright in gonna go see if anyone needs help.”, he quickly said before running out the door.

“What do you mean? Ron said you needed me home.”, I told her.

“That explains it.”, she giggled and I frowned.

“That little toad!”, I shouted.

“Go on honey. When I need you I’ll come get you myself.”, she said.

I nodded before waving goodbye to Sam and ran to Carl’s house. When I walked in Ron and Carl when inches apart glaring at one another.

“What’s going on?”, I asked and they looked at me.

“Nothing. Just having a chat.”, Ron stated backing away.

“Okay I’ll buy it.”, I said before punching Ron in his shoulder.

“She didn’t need my help. You lied to me.”, I stated and he shrugged.

“I just needed you gone for a minute.”, he said and I frowned.

“Just remember what I said Grimes.”, he pointed at Carl.

“You have my word Anderson.”, Carl sighed.

“What did you say?”, I asked.

“He said and I quote if you hurt her I hurt you.”, Carl said and Ron nodded before kissing my forehead.

“And don’t forget it.”, Ron warned walking out.

“I hate when he’s in over protective brother mode.”, Carl whined.

“Hey you have that mode too. If the roles were reversed and Judith were older.”, I retorted.

“Let’s not talk about that. Please you’re giving me headaches.”, he sighed and I hugged him.

“I’m sorry.”, I giggled.

“Its alright.”, he told me kissing me.

Highlights from my College Essays this Year

EDIT: I had this queued to post on May 1st, but for whatever reason it never did. I’m posting this now because a few of you have asked me about some of my essays. These are all from 2014-2015. These are mostly opening lines btw

  • “Like most moments in my life, my first impression of academia can be summarized by Stephen Sondheim lyrics: bizarre; fixed; cold.” (Stanford)
  • “I think eighth-grade-me would hate myself for painting.” (Columbia)
  • “For as long as I can remember I’ve concocted elaborate assassination plots against myself” (Stanford)
  • “Ever since I draped an executioner’s hood over my face, shredded bundles of lettuce, and sent the resulting “Veganism” PSA to my entire school on April Fool’s Day, people told me I’m overly dramatic.” (Brown)
  • “From the age of eleven I’ve lusted for revolution.” (Brown)
  • “Dear Brown: You’re not like the other colleges.”
  • “In her grand Act I finale (“Take-A,Take-A,Take Me/Spooky College Wait Dream”), the candidate anxiously envisions her UChicago dream while encouraged by visions of Steven Levitt and Carl Sagan, whilst dancing cups of Ramen Noodles surround her.” (UChicago-I wrote the whole thing like a summary of a musical)

Rick Grimes - We Meet Again

Originally posted by stuff-and-thangs

You had been in Alexandria for almost a year now and after being outside the walls since the beginning this was the safest place you had been. There was only one thing that could make it even better, your son Carl. He had been staying with his step-mother Lori and visiting his father in the hospital when the world ended and you prayed that they had survived.

Rick x Reader, Carl x Mother!Reader

Requested by Anon

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I’ll Be With You

Requested by: @dangmisha “Can I request a Carl Grimes imagine? Reader is about to get Lucilled and is also Carl’s girlfriend. You can choose if she gets a pass and lives or not but can it be emotional?” (I added flashbacks, they’re in italics)

Word Count: 799

Warning(s): death, sad shit, cursing, some spoilers???


Everyone was sat on their knees looking up at the man to be Negan. You were all scared and didn’t know what to expect until he said something about beating the fucking fuck at of one of you and that’s when your heart dropped. Scared was an understatement.

Carl must’ve noticed how scared you were by the look on your face and grabbed your hand. You were glad that even at the place you were at now, you have Carl. You don’t know you could’ve made it so far into this new world without him.

You heard Rick trying to bargain with Negan, but he wasn’t having it. We killed his men and he wanted revenge and his revenge was want killing one of you with beloved ‘Lucille.’ Just looking at the bat sent chills down your spine. You couldn’t imagine you or anyone from your family getting brutally attacked with it.

Negan couldn’t choose who to kill, so he decided to choose with a riddle.

“Eeny.. Meeny.. Miney… Moe…” You watched as he went down the line, pointing the bat at everyone of you. You started to zone out as you thought about everything you had went through, all the good times you had with Carl.


It was a nice day on the farm and Carl and you decided to go play hide and seek. You were currently playing as the seeker. Carl had ran off to hide awhile ago and you had to admit, he was a really great hider. You had looked everywhere for him and you were about to give up until you could hear his little boy giggle.

You ran up to him, poking him in the side. “I found you!”

Carl was hiding under a truck and was not surprised when you found him. “I let you win that one.” He laughed and nudged his shoulders against yours.


It felt as if time was in slow motion as you were thinking about you and Carl. You kept hoping that maybe, just maybe time would completely stop and you could go back into time just to remember more.


You had snuck off into the woods behind Carl trying to figure out what he was doing. He always snuck out over the walls of Alexandria, but today you decided to see what he was actually doing out there.

Carl turned around to see if there were any walkers and you jumped behind a tree, hoping he hadn’t seen you, but you were wrong.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing out here?” He walked over to you, grabbing onto your hand.

You shrugged your shoulders, not really knowing how to answers. “I don’t know. I see you sneaking out here sometimes and I get a little worried knowing you’re alone, I don’t want anything bad happening.”

Carl blushed when you said you had worried about him, but he got serious once he noticed some walkers making their way to the two of you.

Quickly, Carl pulled you into at tight hole that was in some rocks, making the two of you close together. You looked up at him, hoping that he wouldn’t see how much you liked being close to him. Carl reach down to cup your cheek and leaned down closer to you. He lips were so close to yours, you could feel him breathe.


You were snapped back into reality when you were met face to face with the barbed wire bat.

“It,” was all you heard come from Negan’s mouth and you knew what was heading your way.

As you were preparing yourself, you could see Carl out of the corner try to get up and attack Negan to save you, but one of the saviors stopped him before he could.

Negan chuckled. “This your girl, huh? Well that just makes it fucking better.”

You cringed at the thought of someone actually enjoying killing someone. Negan was making this so much harder on Carl and you couldn’t stand seeing Carl cry over you. It broke your heart.

Negan raised his bat above your head and started to give orders to your family sitting around you. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start again.”

Carl was still struggling against the savior, trying to stop this all from happening, but you knew he couldn’t stop it.

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all going to be doing that.” Negan swung the bat down to hit you.

Once again, everything was in slow motion and before the bat could connect with your head, you looked at Carl and said one last words to him, “I’ll be with you.” And with that, you were gone.

Originally posted by miikey-wheeler

Twisted Triangles 5 - Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Rick sits the Reader, Ron and Carl down and then the reader has to talk to them about her feelings.
Characters: The Reader, Carl, Ron, Rick and Jessie
POV: Second Person
Word Count: 2550
Warnings: Awkwardness… some language

Twisted Triangles 5
You had never in your life faced a more awkward, cringey moment. Well, the time your dad explained sex to you was a little bit more embarrassing, but this was still painful to sit through. After you walked into the Grimes home Rick barked at the three of you,
“Sit down on the couch. Y/N in the middle, we don’t need anymore fighting.” You knew that voice. Whenever Rick used that voice he meant serious business. On the account that he usually ended his angry rant with killing something, someone or scaring the living shit out of everyone you were not very interested in staying to the end of his tantrum. Sitting down in the middle of the couch you held you folded your hands in your lap. You wouldn’t dare look up from your hands when Rick stood in front of you and threw Ron to you right and Carl to your left. Jessie had left the room and Rick sat down on a chair in front of you, rubbing his face in frustration. You felt something softly touch your leg. It was Carl. His knuckles were torn up and covered with a mix of his blood and Ron’s. His pinky was just barely grazing your thigh. He gently rubbed his finger up and down and his eyes met yours from under his forming yellow bruises and disjointed hair. You heard Ron growl beside you and Rick stood up abruptly in response,
“Shut the fuck up before I make you.” Ron got quiet and Rick continued. “What the fuck was that? We have a million other problems right now and you fight each other? Carl, why the fuck do I have to keep you from killing Ron? You know better than that. Are any of you going to tell me? What about you Ron, you’ve been an awful big asshole, today?” Ron snapped,
“I told you what happened. I go to talk to Y/N and Carl just comes at me.”
“Bullshit, that is not what happened and you know that.” Carl retorted furiously. “You think you can do whatever you want, but you can’t. You have no ri-” You were surprised Rick hadn’t stopped them yet.
“And you fucking do? You’re just a stupid jackass who thinks he can have anything and anyone he wants.” The Rick warning alarm sounded again,
“Okay, okay. Just shut up.” Carl was quiet, but Ron continued to mumble complaints about Carl so surprising yourself you said something for the first time since this conversation started.
“Ron just stop.” You looked to Rick.
“Rick can we have minute. Can I just talk to Carl and Ron for a moment.” Rick’s face softened and he nodded.
“Fine, you have five minutes.” He looked to the both of them and growled. “If either of you do anything I swear to god I will not hesitate to beat your asses.” With that he left the room and Carl stood up to walk out. You grabbed his arm before he could.
“Carl, no. You are staying here and listening to me.” You turned to look at Ron, who was wiping blood from his nose. “You both are.” Looking at the intense anguish in your eyes he sighed.
“Fine.” You pulled him to the couch and sat down in the chair Rick had first been seated in.
“This is my fault. It’s all my fault. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten upset and I shouldn’t have brought you into this, Carl.” You turned to Ron. “I should have just listened to Maggie and Enid and told you, Ron. They kept saying you had feelings for me, but I denied it because I thought that couldn’t be possible if I didn’t feel the same way. I don’t have feelings for you, I have feelings for Carl.” Carl looked up at you and had a faint little smile tugging at his busted lips. “I care about you Ron, I really, really care about you. I should have just opened my eyes and my mouth and used my words to tell you that instead of letting you get yourself hurt.” Ron looked down at his feet and shook his head. He got up and walked to the door and you called out for him, “Ron, I-” He cut you off,
“No, I get it. Have your fun, kiss Carl all you want, but when your little fling doesn’t work out you will realize that I was the better choice.” You slammed your eyes shut, nearly as hard as he slammed the door. You lost your friend. Someone who taught you how to be a kid after people started coming back to life as man-eating monsters. He left you.
“He hates me.” A tear trickled down your cheek.”
“He will be okay, he’ll get over it.” You sniffled and Rick walked in the front door.
“What happened? Why isn’t he waiting for Jessie to get back with medical supplies?” Just then Jessie walked in behind Rick with a nervous look on her face.
“I just saw Ron run home, what happened?” You decided to rip off the bandage quick and clean. Although, you knew that Jessie would no longer treat you like a daughter and more like the girl who killed her son’s spirit.
“Look, this whole problem was because I don’t like Ron the way he likes me and I wigged out and ran away from him when he kissed me. I told Carl what happened and when Ron came to apologize to me they started to fight. Then you came and when you were gone I told Ron upfront that I didn’t like him that way and I think I just lost him forever.” Carl looked up at his father from his spot on the couch.
“It’s not right to touch a girl without her permission. He has no right to kiss any girl he wants.” Jessie sighed,
“Honey, it’s going to be okay. He’ll get over it.” You could tell she was disappointed that you hurt her son, but she was still kind. A chilling, meaningless kind. Rick responded to Carl’s comment,
“Carl, look I know you think it’s not right to touch a girl without her approval and you’re absolutely right. But that was just a kiss. The first time your mom and I went out I was so nervous that she kissed me.” Carl scoffed in response,
“Yeah, but you were on a date, she knew you returned her feelings.” Jessie answered Carl this time,
“Yes, but Ron may have misjudged the situation. Last night he told me that you guys made cookies, even I thought maybe there was something going on. How could he have known?” You winced at her comment. You never meant to hurt Ron, your view of him was just so far away from romantic it never occurred to you that feelings on his side were even plausible. Carl mumbled an annoyed ‘whatever’ and Jessie continued. “Carl, I have the med kit right here. I’m going to get another one for Ron, but you need to clean up.” Carl grumbled under his breath and Jessie handed the box to Rick and left. Rick whispered to you,
“Can you help him, I want to go check on Maggie, she was really upset the last time I saw her.” You nodded and took the box from him.
“I got it.” With that Rick walked out the door, leaving you alone with Carl. You opened up the box and sat down next to him. Putting your arm under his, you tried to help him up.“What are you doing, Y/N?” You raised you eyebrow.
“I’m trying to help you to the bathroom.” He pushed you away and got up himself.
“I’m fine, Ron’s the one you should be worried about.” You cringed at his words. There was no way you’d ever forgive yourself for the way you hurt him. You were a horrible person.
“Can we just go upstairs, please?” You said quietly, looking down at your feet. Carl was silent and you both walked upstairs and into the bathroom without a sound. “Sit on the counter.” He gave you a weird look.
“Because I said so. If you haven’t noticed I’m the one who is tasked with cleaning up your face.” Sighing he hopped up on the counter for you. Taking out the disinfectant you dabbed his cut, softly to try and minimize the stinging. Carl’s face was strong, his jawline soft, yet robust. His eyes, intense, yet soothing all the same. As you dabbed his face you couldn’t help but get lost in counting every little freckle. You couldn’t help, but get lost in the simple curves of his supple, pink lips, one which was swollen. But you had to find your way through the maze that is Carl Grimes, you needed to get him some ice for his bruises. You pushed a piece of his hair away from the forming egg on his chin and behind his ear and before you could pull away to put the bloody tissue in the trash he grabbed your hand. Encapturing your gaze he slowly dragged his fingers from your wrist all the way up your arm. You shivered from his touch as he traced his fingers along your collarbone and to your neck. Carl cupped your neck in his hand and closed your eyes, biting your lip. He slid his hand up to your face and stroked your lip with his thumb. You opened your eyes and he brought your lips to his. It was a soft and sweet kiss, one of reassurance. It was like he was telling you how sorry he was that Ron was upset, even though he didn’t like him. Pulling away from the kiss he looked to you with sad eyes.
“I’m sorry he was so upset.” You looked at your feet.
“It’s okay, he always has mood swings. I bet that in two weeks he’ll be fine.” Carl looked skeptical, but didn’t say anything in fear of making you feel worse. You didn’t even believe your own words, you knew he wouldn’t just get better. You felt like shit and you weren’t even the one who got beaten up, embarrassed and rejected. He wasn’t just going to get better, there was no way. “You didn’t need to hit him, your dad and Jessie were right, it was just a kiss.” He sighed,
“I know, he just shouldn’t think he has a right to kiss you.”
“It’s not like he raped me.”
“He invaded your space and that’s not okay. He made you feel like shit, that’s not okay. I know you care about him, but I’m willing to beat him to death if that means keeping him from hurting you.”
“Carl, the point is, I can take care of myself. I get that it’s some male dominance thing, but I don’t need you to protect me. Especially from Ron, despite what you both think, you’re a good guy and so is he. I wish you two could just see that, but at this point it doesn’t really matter, I broke my bestfriends heart and I don’t know how to fix it.” You sat down on the toilet seat cover your eyes filling with tears when he hugged you. Falling into him you cried into his neck, “He’ll al-always ha-hate m-me. I-I’ll always h-h-hate me. I-I’m a hor-horrible per-per-person.” He rubbed your back and whispered reassurance into you hair.
“You’re not a horrible person, he’s going to forgive you. How could he not? How could anyone hate you? You are the most wonderful person I know. You are kind and giving and the most gorgeous girl I have ever met. He’s just upset because he realized just how great you are, but he can’t have you. He needs time to process that before he can be your friend again, but in the meantime, you’ve got me. Even when he’s back, you’ll have me. I’ll always be there for you. Whether you can take care of yourself or not. I don’t want you to die, I don’t want to lose you forever because I didn’t hold you tight enough. I don’t want your story to end the way my mom’s did. Maybe I’m being overprotective, but I just got you and everytime I close my eyes I see all of the people who didn’t make it. I’m tired of losing people I care about and I especially don’t want to lose you.” You sniffled at his touching share of words and looked up to smile at him.
“I’m not going to die, Carl. I promise.”
“You can’t promise, you do-”
“Carl Grimes look at me.” His eyes became completely fixated on yours. “I will not die. I am too goddamn stubborn and so are you. If death comes to knock on my door I will take a chainsaw and cut off it’s head. We’re okay, we will be okay.” Carl chuckled at you,
“Okay, okay, okay. Just don’t even open the door, call me over and I will take it out.” You giggled at him and put your head on his shoulder, unexpectedly finding it extremely soaked.
“God, Carl. I’m a mess, I’m so sorry. Look at your shirt, it’s soaked.” He kissed you cheek.
“It’s fine, I think I can wash a shirt.” You smiled into his hair and his hot breath fanned your ear.
“What are we?” He questioned softly. You breathed in deep, taking in his natural scent.
“I am whatever you want me to be.” He looked you in the eye, once again.
“What about my girlfriend?” You kissed him.
“Does that tell you my answer?” He shook his head at you with a silly smile and you embraced him once again.
“Carl Grimes, are you some kind of teenage psychiatrist?” His face acquired a look of deep query.
“What?” You shrugged your shoulders.
“You always seem to know what to say and you make me feel like I’m floating on a bed of marshmallow fluff.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh really?” You gave him a goofy, cheesy smile and put your hands on your hips.
“That is the strangest compliment I have ever gotten.”
“Also the coolest.”
“Sure.” He said fake sarcastically. You put your hand over your chest and scoffed.
“I am deeply offended by you. I think I may just stop being your friend.”
“You are so cute.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder in response,
“Why thank you, I’d say you’re cute, but your face is covered hideous blue bruises.” His hands flew in the air.
“Excuse me?!” You sighed and giggled at him.
“Come on, let’s finish getting you cleaned up.” He let you get up, but continued to sit there.
“Fine, but I’m breaking up with you.” You hit his shoulder, playfully and walked back to the sink.
“That is totally fine, butthead.” He chuckled and followed you back to the sink when the door flew open.
“Guys, we’ve got a problem on our hands.”

Sorry I’ve been so inactive guys, I have been so incredibly busy. The good thing is I will have a lot of time to write next week because it is the end of the semester and we pretty much finish everything this week. I will get out requests as fast as possible. I feel awful guys, I promise I will be active next week. Thanks for being understanding!-Sam

Originally posted by painfulblisss