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anonymous asked:

I am aro ace and I really wish I had a queer platonic partner. I would love to have someone to cuddle with, and hug and stuff like that but I fear it will never happen because I have never gotten that comfortable around someone before and probably never will. Plus, even if I did, how do you establish that sort of relationship? Sorry for the rant. I hope this is ok... Thank you. If this is too serious or something you don't need to respond.

Of course this is okay!! I think a lot of people have that same wish and the same fears. And I know this next bit will sound cliche, but I promise there is someone out there— possibly another ace— who would love to be that person to you.

im-trying-to-be-happy  asked:

My life is over. My mom got ahold of my unlocked phone and definitely knows that I have a girlfriend. My dad too. They weren't supposed to find out ever. At least until I moved out. I don't know what they are going to do. I'm scared.

Stop.  Breathe.  Stay safe.  If they react violently, tell someone.  Get help, and do everything you can to stay out of harms way.  Make sure you have a safe place (friends house, lgbt youth shelter, etc.) that you can go to if you are in danger or get kicked out.  It will be okay, no matter how they react, you can and will survive.  We believe in you.  We all hope that they react well!  Wishing you love and peace, Mod Hooper.

xoxotmntluv1997xoxo  asked:

Yay Shredder's finally gone! It's seems weird that he won't be around anymore. You still have other bad guys to face so the fight isn't completely over yet. How far away is your farmhouse from the city and how often do you think you'll visit there since Splinter's buried there? I think it's nice everyone came to say goodbye to Splinter. I wish I could have been there too. ~Courtney.

I feel like the fight will never be over. But you know what? That’s okay. As long as we are here to help, as long as we are here to protect the innocent, it doesn’t matter that the fight may never be over for good. We’ll always be here for the people who need us.

The farmhouse is roughly a two hour drive away from New York. We will probably visit quite often to keep his grave neat and pretty. We always wanted to take him to the farmhouse so we thought he’d like to be buried there.

Profound Sentence Meme
  • "People care about you, too, you know."
  • "What, and it's alright for you to save us, but never the other way around? Why not?"
  • "Don't you know how much you're loved?"
  • "You're trying to get yourself killed! Ever since it happened, you've been trying!"
  • "It's like you have a death wish."
  • "You're addicted to the adrenaline and sooner or later it will get someone killed. You, probably."
  • "What happened to you? Why are you like this?"
  • "This ISN'T okay."
  • "You can't keep treating yourself like this."
  • "I hear you crying sometimes, when you think nobody is listening."
  • "Do you know how sad you look sometimes?"
  • "What are you hiding from me? Just TELL me!"
  • "Something is eating you up from the inside. Something happened, or you've done something, or someone left. You need to share. Otherwise you're never going to feel okay again."
  • "Why are you like this?"
  • "Since when was doing THIS okay?"
  • "It's okay to talk to people."
  • "I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break if you talk to me about it. I'll listen and I'll care. That's it. I promise."
  • "You can't run away from this."
  • "I'm not going to leave you the moment you do something I disagree with."
  • "You're not secretly an irredeemably awful person!"
  • "What's going on with you?"
general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

kyomi-art  asked:

My sister is 10, and she is hating herself because she wishes she was a boy. How can I help her understand that its okay to feel how she's feeling?

A child’s home should be their sanctuary. They should be able to express, experiment, mess up, do well, explore and ask questions. One way to let your little sibling know that they are safe, is try to let them explore around you. Maybe offer to explore with them? Play dress up, ask them how they feel. Tell them how you feel. Let them know that there are things about you that you don’t really like, and the ways you can change them or learn to love them. Let them know that you want to be there for them. There is nothing like some play time to do some exploring and ask those questions about how they feel when in play. You may find that some things make them feel better, and other worse. Kids love to talk and tell their feelings about things, they just need that permission to do so. Adults do too, so let those talks be permission for you to open up as well. Be an example.

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It's 5:00 AM and my Thoughts are too Loud to Sleep

Take a deep breath. It will all be ok.

I made this playlist for all you wonderful people that struggle with life every single day. 

Tracklist
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Flatsound - You Said Okay 

Dandelion Hands - Invisible

 Hotel Books - I always thought I would be okay

 Real Friends - I’ve Given Up On You 

Twenty One Pilots - Kitchen Sink

 Listener - Wooden Heart 

Front Porch Step - Drown 

Bon Iver - Skinny Love 

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 

Flatsound - I exist I exist I exist 

 Brand New - Jesus Christ 

The Front Bottoms - Twin Size Matress

Twenty One Pilots - Addict With A Pen

Dandelion Hands - How To Never Stop Being Sad 

Citizen- Sleep 

Brand New - Good To Know that if I ever needed attention all I have to do is die

TSSF - Navy Blue 

Old Gray - Wolves 

Modern Baseball - How do I tell a girl I want to kiss her? 

Twenty One Pilots - Goner 

I really wish everyone had someone to have deep conversations with on the phone at 3am when you’re smashed out of your mind and the only thing they care about is that you’re doing okay. I wish more people would be open about their feelings because I’m certainly not- and I know how hard that is for people. It sucks. I honestly know, depression isn’t a joke and some people just think its a punchline which is probably how other people get worse…speaking from experience. 

As You Wish - Negan

Okay, so this fic is kinda just snapshots of their life, and I really want to do another one where the reader seems him again, so please let me know if you’d like/want that!

“Hey, Rosita,” you said, walking into the medical facility. The gorgeous woman looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, what’s up?” she said, continuing to sharpen her knife.

“How may people do you know, before or now, with the name Negan?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.” She looked up at you, clearly not believing your story and shook her head. 

“No one. Just this son of a bitch.” You nodded and paused for a moment before walking back out of the facility. You walked aimlessly through out Alexandria, your mind racing. Just a few days before, Rick and the others brought back the news of Negan and his group of Saviours, and what they did and have done.

Since then, you couldn’t stop thinking about the man you knew years ago. It had been two years since you had joined Rick’s group, but you still remembered everything from before. Everything and everyone.


It had been an incredibly sunny day when the last member of your family, your sister, died. She had gone out to go to the bathroom, and the next thing you knew, you were stabbing her in the head to keep her from becoming one of them.

You buried her behind the house you had stayed in for the last few weeks, right next to your mother. You left the house after that, not ever wanting to step back on there again. Walking aimlessly for hours, you eventually heard the all too familiar moan of walkers not too far away. You were bored and had nothing to do, so you walked that way.

After walking through a clearing, you found one man taking on a group of at least thirty walkers. For a moment, you played with the idea of just leaving him here. Then you thought of your family and knew that they wouldn’t want that. So, you picked up the bat in your hand and ran into the clearing.

The handsome man looked over at you in surprise when you bashed the head in of an incoming walker. You smiled slightly at him, and he burst into a pearly white grin. For the next few minutes, no sound was made between the two of you, except a few grunts as you killed walkers. When they were finally all down, the man sat down in the grass, wiping some blood off of his face.

“That’s one hell of a bat you got there,” he finally said, smirking up at you. You smiled back, one of the first true, genuine smiles you had for a long time.

“It’s all about the batter, not the bat,” you said, quoting something your father had told you when you were played little league years ago. He grinned again and you reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a firm grip and sat up, nearly pulling you along with him.

“Thank you. You’re one hell of a batter.”

“No problem,” you said, swinging the bat over your back. “Well, see you around.” You slowly took a few steps back before turning around. The man cleared his throat and you smiled. 

“Ya know, my mother always told me there was a proper way to thank a woman.” You spun around and tilted your head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s that?”

“Let me show you,” he said, nodding his head up at you. You twisted your lips, hiding a smile. 

“I don’t even know your name.”

“And I don’t know yours. Batty?” he asked with a grin. You laughed and shook your head.

“No. Y/N.”

“Negan. Now we know each other’s name. Do you have any other plans for the rest of the day?” You laughed again.

“No.”

“Good, then come with me.” You opened your mouth to come up with an excuse, but couldn’t and didn’t want to think of one. He started walking the opposite way from where you were going, and you followed. There was nothing left for you back there. 

“How did you get yourself tangled up with that mess?” you asked, running a bit to catch up with him.

“I walked right into it.”

“Why?”

“I like a challenge,” he said with a grin, looking down at you. You noticed that his eyes flickered just briefly down your body and you shook your head. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me regret saving your ass.” He smiled and nodded.

“As you wish.”


You were too afraid to ask anyone what this Negan looked like. You knew they would all think you were crazy. This was the man who killed Glenn and Abraham, why should you care what he looked like?

The sun was bright like it was that day two years ago. You sat down in the grass near the gazebo that Reg had built. You started pulling at the grass, not even thinking about what you were doing.

So many people had lost so much a few nights ago. You were selfish to begin to worry about yourself. The man you knew must be long gone. He would have never been capable of doing this. You laid down on your stomach, letting the prickly grass tickle your stomach. 

No matter what you did, though, you couldn’t keep Negan from your thoughts. Everything that the two of you went through, you knew him as well as you knew yourself. There was no way this was the same man. There was no way this was the same man, you repeated to yourself over and over.


Negan and you walked for nearly an hour. He asked you question after question about how you got here and what you had to go back to. You told him about your family, and everything that had happened to get you here. When you asked him the same questions, his bright smile faltered. 

You apologized, letting him know that he didn’t have to tell you, but he did. He told you about the child he lost just before everything happened, and the wife he lost afterwards. The two of you fell into a silence after that until a cabin came into view. 

“That’s mine,” he said. He led the way for a few more paces, and opened the back, wooden door for you. You stepped into the cabin, looking around the small place. The backdoor led into a kitchen. A sweet aroma filled the room, and you could have swore something was cooking. 

“That’s my sweet bread,” he said, closing the door behind him. You looked back at him in shock and he put up his hands. “I told you, I like a challenge.”

He let you stay for dinner, where he cooked you your first real meal in a long time. The spaghetti was delicious, and he served it with a bottle of whiskey. He was surprised that you were a whiskey drinker, making you smile. You told him you were full of surprises. 

The bright sun that had taunted you all day was beginning to set and you knew you needed to go. There was only a few more minutes left for you to find shelter. You walked towards the door where your bat was leaned against and picked it up.

“Where you going?” Negan asked. You turned around with a slight smile.

“Your mother did teach you how to thank a girl. But I really should get going.”

“It’s nearly dark.”

“And I’ve extended my welcome. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will, but I’d like it if you stayed. It would make me feel a little safer if I knew I had the greatest batter sleeping in my bed.” You felt a blush creep across your cheeks and opened your mouth before closing it again.

“I’m not sleeping with you,” you said immediately. Negan laughed and put up his hands defensively. 

“I didn’t mean nothing by it. I just meant you could sleep in my bed.”

“I’m not gonna kick you out.” He flopped down on the couch, his smile still plastered on his face.

“I like the couch even more.” You sighed and laid the bat back down. Darkness was already falling and there was no way you were going to find good cover in the next ten minutes.

“Fine. Just for the night.”

“As you wish.”


One night turned into many, and eventually you and Negan had been together for a month. You kept up the same routine. Negan offered you his bed every night, and you always denied. He always ended up taking the couch, though. 

One of those mornings, you woke up to the sound of someone in the bathroom. You rolled over in bed and saw Negan standing in front of the mirror. His hair was wet from the makeshift shower you two had created out of well water. He noticed your gaze and looked over at you.

“Mornin’.”

“Morning,” you replied sleepily. “What are you doing? Admiring your reflection?”

“No, that’s your job.” You snorted and fought off the blush growing on your cheeks. “I was actually thinkin’ about shaving,” he said, motioning to the blade in his hands. You jumped out of bed and took the blade from his hand. You had gotten up so quickly, you forgot that you were wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Negan took notice, a small smile growing on his face.

“Is there a reason you don’t want me to shave?” he asked.

“I like the beard.” He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“Then I’ll keep it.” You smiled and relinquished the blade back into his hands. “But, if we’re talking about the things we like, I like this look on you.” You let out a breath, realizing that you were about an inch away from him.

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll keep wearing it,” you said as coyly as possible. He laughed as you walked away and crawled back into bed. You turned away from him, not wanting him to see the smile and blush on your face. 

“You wanna go on a run with me?” he asked, kicking the edge of the bed. You rolled over and looked at him. 

“Yeah.” He held out his hand and he helped you out of bed. “Give me a minute to get ready?” 

“Yeah.”

An hour or so later, you had found a truck with a good bit of gas still in it, and were on your way to the grocery store that Negan had scouted out a few days ago. When you pulled up right outside the grocery store, Negan got out first. You grabbed onto your bat and shut the door behind you.

“You always use that bat?” he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

“Always. It’s good luck.”

“Well good, cause we’re gonna need it.” You swung the bat over your shoulder and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

“Mmhm,” he said, biting his lip. You followed him through the parking lot, noticing a few walkers shuffling around. “I know there’s gotta be more inside.”

“Alright. Well let’s get going.”

“I like your enthusiasm,” he said, tossing you a empty bag. As you walked towards the entrance, Negan stabbed two walkers that were walking closer to you both. You picked up your bat and smashed the glass doors opened. Before you walked in, though, Negan stopped you. You looked up at him curiously as he picked a piece of shattered glass out of your hair.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” He walked into the store, and you followed, soon realizing that his guess was right. The store was crawling with walkers. Some of them took notice of your sound, but most hadn’t. You two exchanged a look and a wicked smile came across Negan’s face. 

He walked further into the room and started taking them down one by one. The more he stabbed the more that came closer to him. He seemed to grow happier as each one crossed his path. Soon, they were nearly all gone. He looked back at you, the same grin on his face. You clapped your hands in mock appreciation and he bowed.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Alright, superman,” you said. “Let’s get looking.” He laughed and nodded, taking his bag back from your hand. You split up and started looking for anything. You found two tubes of toothpaste, a hairbrush, three cans of refried beans, one bag of spaghetti noodles, and a jar of apricot jelly. You were about to head back to search your area again when you heard a crash. 

Taking off towards where the sound came from, you looked to find Negan in the middle of the technology center, three walkers coming in on him. You looked down and saw his knife completely out of reach. In his hands, he had a dvd box of Risky Business in his hands, and was currently using that as a weapon.

“Need a little help?” you called. He looked back at you, and a little bit of a smile spread across his face.

“No, I’ve got it.” You laughed. When you did, the walker closest to you noticed you and started walking towards you. In one swing, you killed it. Negan clapped a little and you moved closer towards him. The walkers were getting close to him, and in his defense, he did manage to impale one of them with Risky Business. You walked forward and killed the other. “Thanks,” he said.

“Yeah. Did you find anything good?” you asked. He shrugged and started to reach for his bag, but as he did, you heard the familiar moan of a walker. Looking down, you saw one had grabbed onto his hand, and was crawling out of the shelving underneath the center. Instantly, as Negan struggled to free himself, you picked up your bat and immediately bashed its head in. 

A bit of blood had splattered on both of your faces, and you were both close now. Negan looked up at you in surprise, and just as you were about to rub it in his face, he put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss. You were surprised but didn’t let that stop you from kissing him back twice as hard. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment.

“You have blood on your cheek,” he said, wiping a bit of it away.

“That kind of happens when you save someone’s life.” He laughed and sighed.

“Thank you.”


“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Gabriel asked, drawing you from your imagination. You looked up at him and smiled. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” you replied. He sat down in the grass next to you and took a deep breath. For a while, the two of you just sat in silence while a million questions raged in your mind. Eventually, you couldn’t help yourself and blurted something out.

“Do you think anyone can be redeemed?” you asked. He looked at you thoughtfully and took a moment before responding.

“I believe that our lord is forgiving and kind. So, yes, I think that anyone can be redeemed. Why do you ask?”

“I’m tired of people dying,” you said, picking at some of the grass. 

“Are you talking about Glenn and Abraham? They were good me-”

“I’m not talking about them,” you said immediately. You were doing everything you could to not think about Glenn and Abraham.

“Then who are you referring to?” he asked. You didn’t answer and continued to pick at the grass. You could feel his eyes on you, so you eventually met them.

“Do you believe in evil?”

“Why?”

“Do you think someone who has done evil things can become good again?” 

“I think if they put their mind to it they could. Anyone can change.”

“Not everyone can be forgiven,” you said, frowning.

“No, I suppose that depends on the person,” he said. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said, standing up and dusting the grass off of you. “Like I said, I’m just tired of people dying.”


One day, weeks after the incident as the grocery store, you and Negan were sitting out in the sun. You were leaning against his chest, twirling your bat in between your fingers.

“How long do you think you’ll keep that bat?” he asked.

“Forever. And then when I die you’ll get to take care of it,” you said. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re not gonna die, Y/N.”

“Someday,” you said with a shrug.

“Why do you think you’ll die before me?” he asked. “Like you’ve said before, I’m a million years older.” You smiled and tilted your head back to look at him.

“That is true. I don’t know why, but I just know I will.” He shook his head and pulled you close.

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” You kissed him.

“How about who ever outlives the other has to take care of the bat?” you asked.

“Fine,” he said with a laugh. “If this bat is going to be our child, what should it be called?” he asked. You laughed and looked back at the bat.

“Lucille.”

“Lucille?”

“Yeah, it was my grandmother’s name.”

“You’re kidding,” he said, taking the bat from your hand. 

“No. I always promised that I would name my child after her. I’m not going to have any real children so why not.” Negan looked at you seriously and sighed.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do,” you said, standing up. “I wouldn’t bring a child into this mess. Now, can I have the bat back?” you asked. 

“She has a name.” You snorted.

“Can I have Lucille back?”

“Of course,” he said, handing it to you. “She’s a lady, you’ve got to treat her like one.”


“Hey, Simon, have you seen Negan?” you asked. He shook his head. Within the last six months, you and Negan has met a man named Simon, and his small group. All together, there was about ten of you, and you had to move out of your cabin. You had found an abandoned motel in a small town, and were currently working on renovating it to make homes for everyone in your group.

“Try the administration building,” Katie said. You nodded and walked towards the room. You opened the door and found him rifling through all of the useless paperwork in there.

“Hey,” you said softly. He looked up and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?” you asked, walking around the front desk he stood behind and sitting up on the counter top.

“Just through all this shit. What’s up?”

“Just looking for you.” He smiled and put his hands on your thighs, moving closer to you.

“Well you found me, baby.” You grinned and leaned in to kiss him. He smiled into your kiss and pulled you in closer by tugging on your lip. He had moved himself closer by spreading open your legs so that he was now standing in between them.

“Negan, I-” Simon walked into the room and immediately stopped talking. Negan stopped kissing you and tensed up a little. He pulled away and looked over at him.

“What?” he asked.

“There was just a few things I wanted to ask you about,” he said. Negan opened his mouth, and you knew he was about to rip Simon a new one so you put a hand on his muscular shoulder.

“Okay, Simon, he’ll be there in a minute.” He nodded and walked out of the room. Negan looked at you with a bit of anger and you pushed him back so you could jump down.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“What?” you asked, looking back at him as you moved towards the door. “Don’t get shitty with me.”

“I’ve never gotten shitty with you,” he said firmly.

“Well don’t start. You’re a good leader. These people look to you for guidance, give it to them.”

“I don’t like to be interrupted,” he said. You sighed and walked back towards him, pecking him on the lips. 

“To be continued,” you said. He smiled and kissed you once more.


You would spend a year and three months with Negan before the unthinkable happened. The renovations to the motel has proved successful, and your group was starting to grow. Negan had become the unofficial leader of the group, and you two had moved into one of the nicer rooms on the third floor.

You woke up one night when you heard a sound. Crawling out of Negan’s strong grip, you moved towards the window, wondering what was going on. Across the way, you saw a small fire burning. 

“Negan. Babe, wake up,” you called, keeping your eyes glued on the fire. “Negan!” He woke up and looked over at you in confusion.

“What?”

“Come here.” He groaned and threw the blankets off of him, walking your way. He put a hand on your waist, making you step away from the window.

“The hell?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“Who is that?” you asked. He shrugged.

“I don’t see anyone. I’ll go check it out.”

“No,” you said immediately. “Make Simon go out. I don’t want you to leave me,” you said, putting a hand on his exposed chest. He smirked and looked down at your hand, and then down the rest of your body.

“Well, you are wearing my favorite outfit.” You glanced down at your t-shirt and underwear and laughed.

“You’re a perv.”

“Yeah, but you like me anyways,” he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You nearly forgot about the fire as he kissed you, and pushed him away suddenly.

“The fire,” you said. He rolled his eyes and walked to the door. As he walked two doors down to talk to Simon, you kept your eyes glued on the fire. Like Negan said, you couldn’t see anyone around the fire. He came back a moment later, and pulled you away from the window.

“Come on,” he said, picking you up just slightly and throwing you back down on the bed. You laughed and he laid down on top of you. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and you smiled.

“Did you get Simon to go check it out?” 

“Yeah, he and Tony are going out now.”

“Good. Thank you.” He nodded and leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“Of course you do,” he said with a grin. You shoved his shoulder, pushing him off of you. You got out of bed, and started moving back towards the window as he laughed.

“I’m just kidding, I love you, too. Baby, I love you so much.” You looked back at him, watching him smile up at you.

“Yeah?”

“More than anything.”

“You better,” you said, taking a step closer to the bed. “I’d have to kill you if you d-” An explosion cut you off and soon you were blacked out.

When you woke up again, it was daytime and you were laying in a pile of rubble and bodies. Turning your head slightly, you saw Katie. Her eyes were wide open, and there was blood dripping from her head. You started to panic, realizing what was happening.

Whoever had done this had put you in this pile because they thought you were dead. You listened carefully and heard muffled voices. Braving a look up, you didn’t see anyone around and figured they were closer to the burning down motel. You knew that you had only a moment to get away, and took your moment.

You stood up, and immediately stumbled. Your ankle was definitely sprained at best, maybe even broken. You hobbled the best you could towards the woods surrounding the motel. Surprisingly, there weren’t many walkers coming towards the noise, so you didn’t have to worry about that.

Instead, you focused your worry on where Negan was. You looked for his body in the pile, but didn’t see him. You thought about going back and looking for him, but knew that he wouldn’t have wanted you to do that. You ran away from the motel until it was dark again. You hobbled back, finding it deserted. The entire place was burnt to ashes, now, with only the administration building still standing. 

You raced towards it, not caring about the pain in your ankle. Hoping with every fiber of your being that Negan would be standing in the room looking through paper work again, you swung open the door. You looked through all of the remains, looked at all of the half burnt dead bodies, and called and called for him. Negan wasn’t here. 

Looking around desperately, the pain in your ankle finally started to get to you. You fell down on your knees and started crying. The last hope you had for this world was gone, and you were all alone. Again.


You made your way back to your house in Alexandria and shook away the tears that were starting to form in your eye again. Negan was dead. He had been dead for the past two years. He was gone and you were never going to see him again.

This Negan wasn’t the same one, you tried to assure yourself. Yours was gone, and you needed to move on from that.

“There were so many things that I wanted to tell you but didn’t know how. Like how, when you would smile, your eyes would light up. When you laughed, it was music to my ears. When you were upset about something, you wouldn’t speak, eat, or sleep; but I knew how to cheer you up. I always did.

I loved you more than anything, Sherlock. I understand why you did it. Really, I do. It’s okay.

Eventually, I’ll move on, but for now you are still my everything. You will always have my heart; even if you don’t know it.

When I was a kid, my mom always told me that I would know when I found the love of my life.

She was right.

I found you. Now I just wish that I had told you sooner.

There’s a quote I once heard, that I didn’t understand until now: “Ever has it been that love knows not its depth until the hour of separation.” It was said by Kahlil Gibran. I don’t know who he is, but he’s right.

It hurts, you know - not having you here. I know you’re okay now, but I’m not, and I know that I said I understand, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder why.

Why you couldn’t have come to me. Why you couldn’t have gone for help.

I know you liked to do things your own way, but I just wish that you would have let me be there for you. I would have done anything you asked of me.

Well, almost anything. Had you asked me to let you do this on your own, I would have tried to slap some sense into you.

I have to go now. Please know that, no matter what, you will always be my number one. You will always be my person. Always. I love you, Sherlock, and I always will. Goodbye.”

With that, John turned and made his way back to the taxi that brought him to Sherlock’s grave.

Sherlock, who stood hidden behind a nearby tree, let his tears fall freely.

He had to do this. He had to. For John. Because he loves him, too.


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Okay listen Imagine lying in bed all cuddled up next to your boyfriend Calum, while he is still asleep. So you use the moment to not so creepily watch him, because he usually gets to shy when you study his features and you just can’t yourself and admire your handsome boy, wondering how you got so lucky. After some time he opens his eyes and as soon as he catches you staring he starts to hide his face in his hands and crawls further under the blanket and demands with his raspy morning voice that you should stop staring. You do as he wishes, because you know how embarrassed he gets and tell him that you’ll go and make breakfast, but Calum just holds onto you and doesn’t let you leave the bed, trying to hold on to one of the rare mornings you both have together as long as possible. Soon you start to notice that he studies you features just as well, as you try to do with his and ask him why he is allowed to do so and you aren’t. And he just answered that he tries to not to get to close to you, in case you have to break up over the long distance or he fucks something up while he is on tour. And you knew calum had some issues with relationships and the term of love, that is what everyone was saying at least. So you start to ramble about how you want to spend the time you together as close as possible in the best way ever, so you have nothing to regret in case you may break up. And suprisingly he agrees and in your euphoria about the achievement, you accidentally let the three big words slip out of your mouth and you immediately close your eyes, you don’t wanna see the reaction of the boy that apparently isn’t capable of love. But he just says it back, telling you that the time he spends with you, is in fact the first time he feels alive and at peace since a long time!

Sometimes I’m just minding my own business, living my life, when it really hits me how much strength Bodhi has. How much strength and courage and yeah, hope that he has. Like, he really went and delivered a message, knowing full and well that there’s no guarantee he’d be able to live, no guarantee that anyone would even believe him. But he still went out and did it because he believed it was the right thing to do. He got tortured for his efforts, had his mind ripped apart and he still found the strength to keep going, to make his case to the rebellion and when that didn’t work out, going out on a mission that he must’ve known he probably wouldn’t come back from. He had the strength to stay ahead of the Empire, to do everything that he could to aid the rebellion and just…wow

Bodhi Rook is a hero and I want every single person to understand how much he means to me.

Straight girls are like a car when they run over small puppies. They will just destroy anything in their wake for the gain of their own personal journey and you might be under the wheels of that straight girl, or you wish you were, but you know what? She’s never going to stop slow down and check if you are okay. Do you know why? Cause she’s got places to go, and that place is called straight town.
—  Rose Ellen Dix

✯ ——— FIGHT CLUB SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Lose an hour, gain an hour. ’
’ This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. ’
’ Do you hear me now? ’
’ Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. ’
’ Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. ’
’ Guys, what would you wish you’d done before you died? ’
’ What are you doing? ’
’ Fight Club was the beginning. ’
’ Turn the wheel now, come on! ’
’ You have to know the answer to this question! ’
’ If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? ’
’ I wouldn’t feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? ’
’ Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? ’
’ I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. ’
’ Hey, you created me. ’
’  Take some responsibility! ’
’ This is it - ground zero. ’
’ Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? ’
’ People are always asking me if I know, _______. ’
’ With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. ’
’ I can’t think of anything. ’
’ I wonder how clean that gun is. ’
’ Ah… flashback humor. ’
’ This is crazy… ’
’ People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… ’
’ Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! ’
’ Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse… ’
’ Look at me… or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. ’
’ First you have to give up, first you have to know… not fear… ’
’ Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It’s not my problem. ’
’ You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? ’
’ In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. ’
’ That’s, um… That’s an interesting theory. ’
‘ I’ve got a stomachful of Xanax. ’
’ I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. ’
’ Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! ’
’ It’s getting exciting now, two and one-half. ’
’ I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. ’
’ Now answer me, why do people think that I’m you. ’
’ Why do people think that I’m you? Answer me! ’
’ Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? ’
’ My God. I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school. ’
’ I am Jack’s smirking revenge. ’
’ Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. ’
’ I see all this potential, and I see squandering. ’
’ All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. ’
’ I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck. ’
’ I am free in all the ways that you are not. ’
’ They’re gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. ’
’ It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. ’
’ What’s the smell? ’
’ Is that your blood? ’
’ Oh, it’s late. Hey, thanks for the beer. ’
’ I should find a hotel. ’
’ Three pitchers of beer, and you still can’t ask. ’
’ You call me because you need a place to stay. ’
’ Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. ’
’ Would - would that be a problem? ’
’ Can I stay at your place? ’
’ Is it a problem for you to ask? ’
’ You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. ’
’ I felt like destroying something beautiful. ’
’ You’re not how much money you have in the bank. ’
’ You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. ’
’ You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. ’
’ When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep… ’
’ Listen up, maggots. You are not special. ’
’ You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. ’
’ You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. ’
’ On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. ’
’ The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. ’
’ Man, you’ve got some fucked up friends, I’m tellin’ ya. ’
’ The things you own end up owning you. ’
’ Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? ’
’ C'mon, do me this one favor. ’
’ How much can you know about yourself, you’ve never been in a fight? ’
’ I don’t wanna die without any scars. ’
’ So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. ’
’ Who gives a shit? No one’s watching. What do you care? ’
’ Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? ’
’ Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! ’
’ Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. ’
’ God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. ’
’ Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey!  ’
’ Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. ’
’ Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? ’
’ One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. ’
’ How’s that working out for you? ’
’ You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. ’
’ This is not the worst thing that can happen. ’
’ There are things about you that I like. ’
’ Yeah, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, everybody’s sorry. ’
’  I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. And I won’t. I’m gone. ’
’ You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re… spectacular in bed… But you’re intolerable! ’
’ You have very serious emotional problems. ’
’ Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. ’
’ You’re not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax. ’
’ Why? So you can pretend like you’re interested? ’
’ Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. ’
’ I’ve got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. ’
’ I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. ’
’ After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. ’
’ Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. ’
’ It’s cheaper than a movie, and there’s free coffee. ’
’ Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. ’
’ You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. ’
’ You met me at a very strange time in my life. ’
’ Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. ’
’ Yes, these are bruises from fighting. ’
’ I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. ’
’ Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. ’
’ The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. ’
’ You don’t know where I’ve been. ’
’ You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. ’
’ Would you excuse me? I need to take this. ’
’ Uh, well… You’re not gonna believe this… ’
’ I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes… ’
’ I’ll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you’ll thank me. ’
’ Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. ’
’ When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just… waiting for their turn to speak. ’

To you,

I wish that things could have gone differently for us. I really wish that there was some way to make things work out. I don’t know what you’re doing right now and I don’t know if I even cross your mind anymore the way I used to. I don’t know how easy I was to forget or if you still lie awake at night thinking about me too. I don’t know if you ever consider calling to check up on me anymore or if you’ve just moved past that entirely. I don’t know if I’m anything more than the girl you know will do you favors because she still cares. Hell, I don’t even know if we’re on the same planet anymore. But here’s to a clean cut and a nice ending. I hope you’re having a nice life.

—  💜
SUBWAY SLEEPER, pt. 11

pt. 1  |  pt. 2  |  pt. 3  |  pt. 4  |  pt. 5  |  pt. 6  |  pt. 7  |  pt. 8  |  pt. 9  |  pt. 10


Stiles makes it home.  Mostly.  He has his hand on the knob but then kind of just sinks down to his knees and starfishes face-down over the threshold, half in his apartment and half in the hall.  This feels like as good a place as any to live out the rest of his life, gets a nice draft and everything.

That’s how Scott and Lydia find him when Scott gets home twenty minutes later.

Scott crouches down next to his head and squawks out an alarmed: “Stiles, Jesus, what happened?”

Stiles turns his head so his cheek is pressed flat to the floorboard and he can see Scott’s concerned puppy expression under his fringe.  “I met him.”  It sounds like a death sentence the way he’s said it, all croaky and broken.  In a way, it kind of is so fair play to Stiles.  “I—We talked.  He asked me to come back tomorrow.”  He props himself up with his hands on the floor, halfway to standing but not that invested in it yet.

Scott frowns at him.  “Why do you look like the world just ended then?”  Stiles flops back down unhappily and Scott points a finger in his face.  Literally in his face, cheek depressed under Scott’s fingertip.  He pokes a few more times, says, “Because that all sounds like really good news.”

Stiles shifts his cheek away from Scott, which puts him squashed-nose-down against their floor again.  He blinks into the darkness from his own shadow.  “I’m in love with him,” he mumbles to himself, groans.  “This is so stupid, I know, Lydia, shut up” he points at where she was standing against the doorframe before he returned to his friend the floor and stabs at her with his finger, “—preemptively shut up—but he actually is it.  He’s my person.”  Stiles rolls over like a depressed seal, sits up and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, making starbursts and orange blobs bloom behind the lids.  “I’m… finished.  I just knew it.  He was sitting there, being all—” Stiles lowers his hands, blinks plaintively up at Scott and Lydia, “you know, with the face and the surliness and I thought, I thought, yeah, this face, this surliness, that’s my new forever.”  He drops back down, floor and spine smushed together again.  “Only it isn’t and I am massively, irreparably fucked because he has a girlfriend.  And even if he wasn’t unobtainable, he’s still unobtainable.  In an ‘I have to invent new words because there aren’t ones that so much as touch him’ kind of way.”

Lydia taps the toe of her high heel into his chest and tells him thoughtfully, “You’re depressing, you know that?”  She carefully sips from the same latte cup she had earlier, purses her lips.  “Also, did you say tomorrow?  Your computer science midterm is tomorrow.”

Stiles pops upright, eyes wide. Nooooo.  That can’t—it isn’t—goddamn it!   “Oh shit.  Shit.  Fuck.  Shit.  I can’t meet him tomorrow.”  His midterm’s not until late evening but he hasn’t even started the studying process yet.  Which consists of downing a bunch of his Adderall pills, holing up in the library, jamming all related information that’ll stick into the folds of his brain where it’ll later leak out to be replaced by song lyrics and Friends quotes, sobbing - bitterly, going to the corner gas station for 5am Red Bulls, an hour or so of unscheduled and repeated cat naps while he slaps himself in the face to try to spark consciousness, drooling, desperate crying, panicked reading and, finally, acceptance that he will not pass.  Until he miraculously does (about an 87% success rate on that).

There was no room for Derek in that.  Derek eclipses everything, even the Friends quotes.  Stiles can’t see him and retain anything to do with computers on the same day.

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A Reason to Swim

teacher!au wonho x reader 

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anon nymph wished – hey uhm about the teacher wonho- student scenario, if you haven’t started on that i want to alternate it a bit ☺ it doesn’t have ti be teacher- student roleplay, if you can, build the feelings, like how the student feels for wonho and likewise but it’s kind of forbidden so if you can the please build the (sexual) tension and feelings i just don’t want it to be all about business you know, i want the feelings too, so if you can do it that’d be awesome, if you can’t then it’s okay too, thank you ☺

Hi dear! I’m going to assume your original request got lost because this was the only request related to a teacher Wonho scenario that is in my inbox 0.0 I’m sorry, I tried to go by what you said in this ask, all though, mmm I put feelings, but I guess it doesn’t get sexual lol, -.- This was my first try at a Teacher-Student scenario so it was a new experience lol! I do hope you still like it even if I lack in what you really wanted :( 

-Pasithea

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BTS Reaction To Their S/O Joining A Foreign Military

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Jin: *spends hours on his phone making sure there wasn’t any big attacks

Yoongi: Be safe please… *Whenever someone comes in who looks professional he is afraid they are going to tell him bad news*

Hoseok: Joining the army? I thought you were joking! *Doesn’t care who they’re fighting for just that they are okay*

Namjoon: *Skypes them every day to make sure everything is alright* And then Jimin hit the high note and his face was like

Jimin: *brags about how amazing they are* And they joined a foreign military so they could help those in need!

Taehyung: *Constantly scared for their safety* but what if…

Jungkook: Oh i get it because you’re a fan you’re joining the army! wait you’re actually joining the military? *knows they are going to do good in the world but also wished they would stay*

Imagine - Tom Holland

Imagine you and Tom being the ‘children’ on set and having great chemistry.


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“In between scenes random people would just come up to us and squeeze our cheeks saying how cute we are.” Tom explains laughing along with the interviewer.

“It would mostly be RDJ, he always found a way to treat us like children.” You joked. 

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“Y/N, whenever I look over, guess what she’s doing. Fanfictions, fanfictions everywhere.”

“What kind of fan-fictions?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

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*ON FACETIME*

“Okay bye Y/N! Love you”

“Alright, love you too! See you on set when we start filming homecoming in a few months!”

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“Hahahaha you look like a nerd Tom!” 

“You wished you looked this sexy!”

why do you always let me lie to you? how much longer can we keep pretending the world is a perfect place?

why do you believe me when i tell you I’m fine, i’m okay, i’m happy? we both know those are always lies. i wish you could see what it looked like inside, maybe then you’d understand the cutting edge of silence…

and what if I disagree? why do you always have to think i’m trying wrong you, maybe that’s why everyone says goodbye?

when are you going to notice that i’m struggling inside? the light is gone from my eyes and i’m tired all the time. maybe i’m sleepwalking, what if this is hell? i think this is what the sound of silence feels like.

and now you’re gone and i hate you for it. but it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. so what if you sometimes made it better? i don’t need better, i need pain. and so what if you might’ve liked me? you never once noticed the lying smile in my eyes.

you told me you loved me, you told me i was beautiful, and you said we were both gonna be together and okay some day. but you, you never even bothered to ask if i was okay.

you told me you loved me, you told me you needed me. but you were never there for me. i knew i was right when i had to leave you.

because you would always believe me when i told you i was fine, even with my bloodstained wrists and sound of tears falling from my eyes.