Stupidest hats in Bloodborne: a definitive inventory
#1: Gold Ardeo. Beyond being merely stupid, this hat is an insult to the concept of the Executioners, who are in all other ways immensely badass and super aesthetic (if, you know, awful, like most or all Bloodborne characters). Their robes are super pretty in their details while also giving that church military vibe, and then when it comes to headgear suddenly it’s traffic cone/die-cast Klansman territory. If that weren’t enough, there literally is no way to see in this hat, which is a theme we find frequently in Bloodborne, but not in connection with the Executioners, who as physical military types really ought to want to see what they’re doing. But honestly, my grudge against this headwear is personal. I really kind of want to cosplay blood&guts Alfred, much more of an experience than just doing the original version, but to do that I would have to make and wear this hat. And that is something that I just cannot contemplate, no matter what other sartorial atrocities I might have to my name.
#2: Master’s Iron Helm. Look, it’s no surprise the League isn’t operating on a super high budget. They’re a bunch of randos who seem to mostly live in the not-so-Forbidden-as-they-claim-but-still-technically-Forbidden Woods, and their obsession with improving humanity seems to run directly orthogonal to everyone else’s obsession with improving humanity, rendering them understandably unpopular. Besides, there’s not a lot of funding left to go around in Yharnam after the secret laboratories and the corpse collectors are accounted for. But. This is a bucket. It is a straight-up bucket, and one in poor enough condition that a Cathedral Ward janitor’s office would have just thrown it out and billed Amelia for a new one. Valtr, my buddy, please: in a world where your enemies bypass armor and rip your head straight off, consider the PR and spend your last few shining coins on a snazzy cap.
#3: Mensis Cage. I’ll tell you, here at the School of Mensis, we hate to come in third. But sometimes you have to come in third in silly hats…to come in first in human evolution. Look, as stupid as the cage looks - which assuredly is extremely stupid - at least you can see out of it, which among this selection is a luxury indeed. And it does tie in pretty well with the whole lunatics strap themselves to chairs to await their horrific death in a ritual the real meaning of which no one understands #aesthetic. And who knows? Once we’ve all ascended, maybe the inferior masses of humanity that remain behind will take on the cage as their newest fashion trend, in hopes of joining us in such rarefied heights of glory. But still…think of all that funding I mentioned earlier. Sure, it’s well spent on decorating Yahar’gul with statues of Amygdala and paying the salaries of a small army of kidnappers, but surely among all that just a little could have been spared on giving the antenna to the gods a bit more streamlined a design. Because quite honestly, it gets a little hard to focus on abandoning your mortal self in search of a higher communion when you’re mostly just trying not to bash your head on a doorway.
Honorable mention: Blindfold Cap. In contrast to every other item on this list, the blindfold cap is honestly pretty cool looking. In conjunction with the heavily embroidered Choir set, it speaks to effort spent more on style than on true pursuit of higher learning - excuse me, I mean to a well-developed sense of aesthetics to complement a concerted academic focus. But people, it is a blindfold. We’re not stupid. We know you haven’t managed to develop eyes. And even if you had, those are eyes on the inside we’re talking about. They’re not going to do any good for profane matters like tripping over your fancy-dress hems. But if you want to keep going on about Master Willem and his contribution to the human project, by all means, be our guests. Just remember that he’s not the one who has to see where he’s going.
YO nurseydex "nice. great. perfect. fuck this." or holsom "quit it or ill bite"
Yolio, my friend. I realized the other day that I am the shittiest in the world at writing ransom, so nurseydex it is.
Dex was not having a good day. At all.
In fact, it was decidedly bad.
worst part was that there wasn’t anything especially horrible that
happened. It was just a unch of small things, all at once. First he
forgot his bio lab in his dorm, after he spent all night working on
it, and the TA wouldn’t accept it late. The strap of his bag broke,
and yeah, he’d been using the same one since his junior year in high
school, but he had budgeted to buy a new one next month.
an effort to make his day a little brighter, Dex decided to stop at
Annie’s and splurge on himself. Bitty got him hooked on their stupid
hazelnut mochas, but he rarely spent the money on himself. He barely
got a sip before he spilled it all over shoes.
yeah, everything sucked. None of it was life-shattering bad, though,
which just pissed him off more.The only thing he had to look forward
to was the fresh lemon bars that he knew Bitty had set aside for him.
And maybe, just a little bit, he was looking forward to the Haus,
wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime between his first semester
and his third, Dex started thinking about the Haus as home. It was
nothing like his actual home, back in Maine. His house was always
quiet and pristine.
Haus, though. It was always loud and messy, full of people and the
weird combination of fresh pie and microwave corndogs. Some part of
it reminded him of life before Michael signed his enlistment papers
(and his death warrant). A little bit of that tension he’d felt
building between her shoulder blades for years eased when he walked
into the Haus.
the day sucked, but he had that, at least. The only bad thing about
the Haus was the Nursey seemed to love being there just as much as
Dex, and what he could put his finger on exactly was when he fell
head over heels in love with Nursey. After a grueling practice one
morning, they changed, like usual, in the locker room. But for the
first time, Nursey noticed the small tattoo Dex had tucked under his
bicep. He got this overjoyed look on his face, more excited than Dex
had ever seen him look before, and that was it. That was the moment
when Dex realized he was in love.
hated it. He didn’t want to fall in love. He wanted to go to school,
graduate as soon as humanly possible, and make as much money as
humanly possible. No feelings, no drama. Hockey was his backup plan,
and that’s it. No time for love, or dating, or feelings of any kind.
other things, it messed with his game, which means messing with his
plan B. Every time he looked at Nursey, he got stupid fluttery
feeling, which made him angry, which made him lash out. Lashing out
ruined any sort of friendship they had, which made him even angrier.
And that, all of that, translated to how they played together on the
he could hide the stupid hurricane of emotions he felt whenever he
saw Nursey, but he was having a bad day. He wanted the weird peace
the Haus gave him and he wanted lemon bars, and nothing else.
especially didn’t want to watch Nursey flirting with his stupid peer
review partner. So, when he walked into the Haus and saw just that,
he couldn’t help his outburst.
Great. Perfect. Fuck this,” and walked out.
fucking lemon bars could wait. They could barely make up for his
already shitty day, let alone make up for all of the shitty things he
would feel having to sit through a forced conversation with Nursey.
barely made it four houses down frat row when he heard steps running
after him. Dex didnt have to look back to know that is was Nursey. He
didn’t bother to slow down.
hold up. Dex, wait.” A warm hand clapped on his shoulder, just this
side of too hard. “Dude, fucking stop.”
stopped with a sigh. He turned, and seeing Nursey’s stupid face
didn’t do anything to help. His stomach swooped and it made him a
whole new level of angry.
do you want, Nursey?”
want to know what the fuck your problem is.” There was a look in
those green eyes that Dex had never seen before.
in Dex broke. Any somewhat reasonable answer was a lie. It wasn’t
anything that contributed to his bad day that was the problem. It
wasn’t even the bad day. It was everything, all at once. It was all
his stupid feelings. That was the real answer, the answer he was sick
of not giving.
wrong with me is that my socks are sticking to my shoes, since I
spent money I don’t have on a coffee I spilled straight away. My
problem is that I needed my bag to last until next month and I broke
it today. My problem is that my dick lab TA refused to take my report
late, so the highest I can get in the class onw is an 89.
problem, Nursey, is that every time I walk into the Haus and see you
flirting with whatever his name is, I don’t know if I’m more mad at
him for being your type or at myself because I’m not. And my problem
is that more and more I don’t know if I want to punch your stupidly
beautiful face or kiss it.”
noticed that Nursey’s hand was still on his shoulder. Some time
during his incredibly ill-timed speech, he had taken several
half-steps forward and was now well into Nursey’s personal space. Dex
couldn’t help but look at Nursey’s face. He expected anger or maybe
that same odd expression from earlier, but the small smile was a
felt Nursey’s hand slide carefully down his arm, slipping solidly into
his own. “You think my face is beautiful?”
like that, the day was forgotten. All the crap fell away and it was
just stupid chirps and cute smiles and a warm hand. “Shut up, you
know you’re cute.”
no. You can’t downgrade me from beautiful to cute like that.”
took another small step forward, close enough that their shirts
brushed against each other. “Fine, you’re beautiful. Now, can I
kiss you while I still feel like it?”
got a small nod.
kiss wasn’t spectacular. It wasn’t fireworks. Dex’s shoes still
squelched and his shoulder was sore, but it was exactly what he
wanted. And it was perfectly them.
Negative Character Development: Can My Protagonist Make Bad Choices?
Writing a good protagonist doesn’t have to be all sunshine and roses. Advice blogs often talk about letting your characters succeed and having them learn from their mistakes, but this doesn’t always happen in real life. Sometimes we make bad choices and we don’t learn from them—and sometimes this leads to failure. It is absolutely possible for character development to be negative.
We don’t often talk about this because a lot of readers like happy endings. They want to see their favorite characters end up on the path they belong. However, these don’t always make great stories. Sometimes our characters head down a path that isn’t right for them and they are unwilling to learn from their mistakes. Or they’ve been lead astray by other characters that negative influence their lives. There are many reasons why negative character growth can happen.
A good protagonist doesn’t necessarily mean that your main character is a good person. Making mistakes doesn’t make a character a bad person either. Understanding the complexities of human nature and how differently we all respond to adversity is one of the most important steps of developing a good character. Also, take into consideration privilege and circumstances. You need to decide where your story is going and how you want your characters to grow.
Here are a few ways to approach negative character development in a story:
A character can have negative growth, but there should be a reason for it. A protagonist can make bad choices and your audience will accept those choices as long as you explain why. If a character suddenly runs away from home, despite having a great life, family, and friends, your readers are going to be angry about it and not necessarily understand why. If there’s a reason, however, your audience will accept it. Explain your character’s motivations and needs!
One of the best ways to show negative character development is to make their flaws apparent and visible. If your character is jealous, show how they’re jealous. Maybe this contributes to their development throughout your story. Everything you say about your character should play a part in the story. Every character should have flaws, but not every character has to learn from their flaws.
Many characters will make bad decisions due to fear. This is an important motivating factor, so keep this in mind when you want your character to make less-than-perfect choices. I’ve done a lot of stupid things due to fear, which could have been remedied if I had taken a moment to calm down. Your character will lie to protect themselves out of fear or maybe do something more drastic in order to save themselves. Keep fear in mind.
We always have a lot of things going on in our head that we can barely explain to other people. We might have some irrational thoughts that cause us to make bad choices. You need to show this somehow and let your audience in on what’s going on in your character’s head. This will help your readers relate to your characters and understand their choices. Your character will have to make some hard decisions and it’s understandable that they might not know the right direction to go in. Make sure you show your character is struggling.
Some characters make bad decisions simply because they saw other people they love and care about make those same poor decisions. They might not have had the opportunity to come out on top and that’s just the cold, hard reality of it. It might be more realistic, depending on your story, if your character doesn’t have the resources or support to be successful. It’s not always your character’s fault if they fail in someway. Take these outside forces into consideration.
Lance never went to sleep. The night before he was too busy trying to look for a new planet to rest on, per instructions by Allura. He couldn’t stop until he got it right, until Allura was proud of him and he could feel like he did something right for once.
“Lance… did you even sleep?” Pidge came out to the bridge with her hands tucked behind her back.
“What? Oh, no Allura told me to do this and I have to finish it. Did you need something?” He replied without peeling his eyes from the starmap.
“Yeah, we need you in the dining room.”
“Can it wait a little longer?”
“Lance…” Pidge sighed and walked closer to him. “You can finish later, right now we really need you.” She reached out and softly placed a hand on his right shoulder.
Lance flinched at her touch and relaxed when she squeezed his shoulder. “You’re right.” He turned and smiled faintly at her. Pidge returned the gesture and took Lance’s hand and led him towards the dining hall.
They stopped infront of the doors for a brief moment, Lance feeling a little out of breath. He had a feeling something big was about to happen which warranted his heart to beat faster.
Pidge pushed on the pad next to the doors and a burst of air sounded when the doors slid apart. On the other side, at the table, sat: Keith, Shiro, Hunk, Allura, and Coran.
“Happy birthday, Lance!” They cheered. They all wore stupid paper cone hats and had streamers to throw in the air that popped into tiny fireworks and glittered before falling back down. In the center of the table sat a pink cake with 18 candles placed on it.
“What…? It’s my birthday?” Lance stood astonished and almost in tears.
“You forgot your birthday? You really are stupid.” Keith smirked but grimaced with Shiro elbowed him in the ribs.
“Pidge had coordinated your Earth calendar to the Altean calendar here on the ship! It’s sort of last minute, I hope you don’t mind.” Allura mused.
“You did all of this for me?” Lance walked around the table and stared at the lit candles on his cake.
“Yes, Lance. We know how much you contribute to the team. Even if we aren’t on earth it doesn’t mean we still can’t-” Shiro paused when Lance began to shudder and small noises came from him. “Lance are you okay?”
“Thank you guys so much!” Lance wailed with tears streaming down his cheeks. He coughed and sniffed smiling wider than he had ever done before.
“You’re welcome, Lance.” Coran pat his back a few times. “You’re supposed to blow out these candles and make a wilt.” He gestured to the cake.
“Make a WISH, Coran.” Pidge corrected him.
“Go ahead man!” Hunk shut off the lights in the room so only the soft glow of the candles on Lance’s cake illuminated the table of friends.
Lance wiped his eyes with his sleeve and went to blow out his candles when he found his shortness of breath had grown smaller. He struggled to breathe in air. He managed to blow out all but two candles when he clutched his chest and groaned in pain.
“Lance?” Shiro leaned across the table.
Lance couldn’t move or breathe or speak. He doubled over, hitting his head on the edge of the table and falling to the floor.
“Oh my god, Lance!” Pidge rushed to his side and shook him. “Lance! Lance wake up!”
“Shiro what do we do?!” Keith stood away in shock. The entire team had erupted into a panic while Lance’s body lay lifeless on the floor. A candle went out.
“Get him to a pod!” Allura yelled and helped Coran lift him from the floor. The paining grew more extensively when Shiro noticed Lance’s lips had grown blue and Coran had expressed that Lance had turned cold.
As they were dragging him away towards the medic bay, the last of Lance’s candles went out leaving the dining hall in total darkness.
Request: Hey could I request a Jughead imagine where the reader gets upset because she doesn’t think she’s smart enough/good enough? Based on the song: Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen
Warnings: Reader Anxiety, negative self-image
Word Count: 3,449 (promise it’s worth it)
A/N: This wasn’t originally based on a song but I’m obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen so here’s a thing. ALSO I JUST FINISHED EPISODE 11 AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. I stand by my ship of Jughead x Happiness bc BOI (this is not based on the episode, so it is spoiler free my babes)
I walk through the hallway with my head down, and my backpack slamming against me with each step to propel me forward. I don’t talk to anyone except my best friend Betty. Well, okay, she’s not exactly my best friend. Her family is a friend of my family and so in all technicality, she’s the only one I’ve got, ergo my best friend. On particularly not-so-bad days when I mumble to her in the hallway, she’ll be standing next to my long-time crush Jughead, who I would probably never be able to speak to otherwise.
(private or public, up to you!) hello mollyhall! i just saw your post about your carmen sandiego jetsetting job and was hoping you could talk a little about how you got it/got into that field? i'm close to graduating college and one of the options i'm looking at is working with nonprofits since i've done a lot of that in college but i honestly have no idea how to even get started looking.
hello, my lil pomme de terre! sure. so, i have kind of always vaguely known i wanted to work in the nonprofit sector (assuming i didn’t Make It as a famous singer or pulitzer prize-winning author, which: spoiler alert!!!! i did not) so that was always what all my internships were in, in college (not, to be honest, that that really matters). i flirted with staying in academia and tried publishing for a while after i left school, and also did some freelance journalism stuff, but ultimately i really hated being at jobs where i didn’t feel like i was making some kind of concrete difference in the world.
please understand that i am not saying that any jobs that aren’t nonprofit are useless or stupid jobs. (or even that all nonprofit jobs are created equal; there are, like, a lot of useless and even harmful nonprofits out there. good intentions do not good outcomes make.) only that the specific jobs that i had did not make me feel like i was contributing anything to the world. they were also just a little too repetitive, for me, because i’m an easily distracted bird that needs lots of shiny things to look at.
the things that were really important for me when i went back to looking at nonprofit jobs (including the one i now have) were:
does the mission of this nonprofit line up with my political & ethical beliefs?
do the programs of this nonprofit actually achieve what they’re trying to, and can they prove it?
does the job available to me have room for me to grow professionally?
my actual title is project coordinator, which basically means that i’m a jack of all trades, and that works for me because i’m rarely doing the same thing twice. it’s very difficult to put on a resume but in day-to-day life it’s great. i like being the person with the clipboard at events that people are constantly approaching with their problems. (one time at a conference i was running someone literally asked me to sort out their phone bill. i was like, “uh. that’s … really …. not my ………. you know what, it’s fine, hand me your phone.”)
my recommendations when you’re looking for jobs is not to worry too much about what you’re QUALIFIED for and more what interests you. know that you’re not going to find your dream job as your first job out of college. or even probably your second. i started this job as an admin and moved up, so, you know. get in where you can.
A/U: This was an emotional rollercoaster to write, so I’m praying y’all feel the same. Also, there are a lot of the y/n y/l/n like things in this. I was under the impression I could change additional ones but it won’t work for me. If you know how I can fix it please message me!
This is the first of two prompts I picked for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s third writing challenge! The prompt for this one is “Caught Reading Fanfiction”…oooh! Scandal!
Summary: Sandra (aka. Mouse) is a timid, quiet woman who spends her days fantasizing about fucking Negan’s brains out. She discovers a group of other women living in the Sanctuary who feel the same way, and they collectively begin to write smutty, fictional stories featuring their sexy leader. But what happens when he catches her reading one? Will he let it go, or find some way to punish her for writing about him?
Word Count: 3,688
Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut! Swearing (of course), finger fucking, oral sex, hand jobs, and cum!
This is very loosely tied to another short fic I wrote called The Girl Named Mouse, but you do not have to have read that to enjoy this at all. The installment is a million times smuttier than the previous one. Enjoy!
Sandra could feel his
warm, rough hands gliding across the silk of her bare skin, from ass to neck.
Slowly, gradually gaining territory as his fingers crept closer to their
target: the long, dark hair that spilled over her shoulders.
A sudden burst of fire
shuddered down her spine as he grabbed a handful near the base of her scalp,
pulling her head back and up toward him gently but firmly. Negan’s hot breath
puffed against her cheek as he leaned closer to whisper roughly in her ear:
“How d’ya do, Mouse-y Poo!?”
Sandra’s heart leapt instantaneously at the sound of Negan’s
low, gravelly voice coming from right beside her. Her whole body shook with
adrenaline as she quickly slammed the black notebook she held in her small
hands shut quickly, hoping that he hadn’t caught her this time.
Joker is the chemist Part Two (Part One) *spoilers*
Maybe this was a little on the nose but when your examining the dart thrown at Riddler in the Batcave we learn that its a combination of psychoactive meds, not unlike meds given at Arkham.
Alfred asks if the same person who created the drug pulled the trigger. Later when you are asking John in the bar if he had anything to do with Riddler’s death he says
a little on the nose maybe. Or maybe the Joker was lying to you since in his house he had a picture of Riddler with a dart in his neck just like Riddler was killed.
I’m also having trouble figuring out what exactly Joker contributes to the group, we’ve seen Bane, Freeze and Harley hold their own. In the job they did to retrieve Riddler’s corpse all we see him to is drive the truck and put out a fire. I think Joker helps Bane with his venom, and other technical chemical stuff the group might need, not that I believe Bane is too stupid to create it
but Joker in the span of not knowing what an EMP was successfully started it to save you/Bruce from getting his ass beat by Bane. What I’m saying is the Joker is smart, really smart. Plus in his room he had a few things marked with the Arkham logo including a wheelchair and this tank?? What’s to say that he didn’t leave Arkham with other medical/chemical items.
Warnings: Smut, a bit of fluff, and waaayy too much angst.. (sorry, not sorry)
Word Count: 1990
All I could think about was crawling into bed and
forgetting this week even happened, as I pulled onto my street. I spent most of
the week hunting down the ghost of woman who was killed by her husband, and then
wanted revenge on any man who ever had an argument with his wife. Yeah, it’s as
stupid as it sounds. Guess it doesn’t take much to send a ghost off the
I spotted his car the moment I turned down my street,
it isn’t hard to miss. Groaning, I pulled into my driveway, and braced myself
for wherever this conversation was going to lead.
“What do you want Dean?” I asked as I grabbed my
duffel from out of the trunk.
“To talk.” He said like it was obvious.
“Fine.” I said as I unlocked the front door.
He followed me inside, past the salt line and devil’s
trap I had hidden under the doormat. Well,
at least it’s actually him. Throwing my bag on the couch, I turned to face
him, waiting for whatever he had to say.
“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry. This past year, I’ve- I’ve
screwed up, big time. I never meant for that to happen.” He apologized.
“Yet, here we are, Dean. What do you expect from me?
You want me to welcome you back with open arms? Well, sorry, I’m fresh out of
those.” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“I wish I could
take everything back, I really do, Sweetheart.” He stepped forward, “I didn’t
know what else to do. Sam was gone, you shut me out. Lisa was my only option.”
“No. She wasn’t. She was the easiest option.” I shook
my head. I wasn’t angry, not anymore. “Dean, I didn’t shut you out. You shut me out. For days, I tried to
get you to talk, about anything, but you weren’t having any of it. Then one
day, you say you’re going to grab food, and you never came back. That was low,
using the same line my father used when he abandoned me and my mother. I was devastated. Don’t try and justify it,
you knew what you were saying when you left.”
“I know. I’m sorry, that was the worst thing I could
So turns out I would of been better having anyone but Joey show me around. I couldn’t call him fat Joey. It just seemed fucking rude.
If he wasn’t shoving any kind of food he could get his hands on into his mouth he was pretty much falling asleep standing up. To be honest I was pretty shocked the Negan let him get away with it. He must trust him.
Pretty much everyone else worked their arses off. You’d be a fool not to see it.
I wish Negan would let me contribute.
Do something useful.
The fact that he said he would think about it was something but I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would say yes. Lower those expectations.
Having enough of my time with Joey I suggested we should head back. Apparently this was ‘a great idea cause man I’m tired’…. Yeah.
A sound I had not heard for years caught me of guard. Heels?
Confused I looked up as a tall, skinny brunette in a tight black dress came around the corner. Woah.
Why would she be… and then it hit me she was one of Negans wives. Wasn’t she?
He made them dress up like that? Fucking hell.
The expression on her face was a mix of nervousness and basic bitch face.
You know like those girls in school that walk the halls thinking they are better than everyone else when in fact they’re just scared that one day they will fall to the bottom from this imaginary pedestal they had placed themselves on.
Totally not bitter that you were a bit of a loner in high school.
Well being a sheriffs daughter will do that to a reputation plus everything with Mum. No one wanted anything to do with me really then. Fuck.
Joey eyed me as we took the corner the brunette had come from.
Why did he make them wear that?
Is that what he was into?
I couldn’t wear that. Not now. I mean its the fucking apocalypse!
“What’s your deal anyway” Joeys voice made me jump a little bit as I had been in my own head a little too much thinking about him.
“Sorry?” I asked confused.
“With Negan” Where would I even start with that?
“What do you mean?”
“Its weird” he said as he pulled a mint from his shirt pocket, blew on it and popped it in his mouth. How long had that even been there? Gross
“Right cause your not one of them” he gestured to the girl who passed. So I was right then, she was one of his wives “and you get extra benefits, just like the boss himself which is not the norm around here, like ever” he awkwardly laughed.
“I don’t know how to answer that” I told him “Maybe you should ask Negan” I’d love to a fly on the wall for that conversation for sure.
He choked on his mint as he laughed “Fuck off I would rather keep my head intact” thank god he recovered because the thought of having to perform cpr was not something I wanted to be doing.
“He treats you differently” He said once he finally recovered “did you know him before?”
“Yeah” he nodded his head.
“No I first met him like a week ago? Something like that” feels like months.
I couldn’t help but agree.
How had so much happened in only that amount of time? Its the apocalypse life changes in a split second.
We crossed the cafeteria in silence as people around us shouted and ate. Was this room always so loud?
I could feel everyones eyes on me again but it didn’t feel as bad as yesterday.
Maybe I was getting used to it?
Did I want too?
Not really, I’d rather they just stopped. That would be nice.
“They talk about you” he finally spoke as the door flung shut behind us, shutting out the sounds of the cafeteria.
“Since you got here, actually maybe a few days before that he hasn’t seen them, thats pretty unusual” he was looking out of the corner of his eyes at me as I processed the information “Normally a couple of times a day. At least” god.
“So they hate me?” I felt a little panicked. Should I be worried they were going to come after me because he wasn’t paying them the attention like he apparently normally did?
“Fuck no, I mean maybe one who’s a bit of a nutcase when it comes to Negan, Like one time she actually had a meltdown cause she didn’t think he thought she was as sexy as the others, but the others have been relieved I think”
Why would they be relieved? So they didn’t want to be his wives? I don’t understand.
“I’ve never known him spend all night with them, I mean I guess it might of happened but I normally stay outside of his room all night, until recently”
“And now your watching my door?” I guess now I get why he’s so tired. Poor guy. Now I felt kind of bad for thinking he was lazy when in reality he has been up all night. Damn.
“Yep” he bit down on the mint. God he is going to break his teeth. And now I sound like a Mum. Fuck. I wonder if Negan had a dentist here? He had enough people the chances were high I guess.
“Does he come in my room every night?” I knew he did but it would be nice if someone confirmed it without me having to ask him.
“Yep, normally for like an hour or so, apart from last night” he gave me a knowing look. He probably thought you’d had sex with him. I mean if we hadn’t been interrupted it probably, defiantly, would of happened. God I wish it had.
“I’m not going to be one of them” I told him. Because I wasn’t, right? Right.
Truth be told the entire time we have been walking around the compound that man, with his sexy fucking lop-sided smile has been playing on a loop in my head.
Joey opened a door that lead us back outside. The only thing out here was five motorbikes parked to the side.
The air smelt like the dead. Likely from the live security wall or whatever it was called.
“Oh damn it” Joey muttered and bent down to tie his loose shoe lace that had come untied when a commotion at a door over the court yard took me by surprise.
Oh my god.
What is he doing?
“Y/n” he said looking at me shocked. What is he doing? Oh my god has he escaped? Fuck Negan is going to kill him
“What the fuck Daryl?” I stepped backward “What are you doing here?”
“Errrrrrrr” Joey slowly stoop up looking between the two of us. What was he going to do?
Before anyone could say another word Daryl stormed over and with a metal pipe, I hadn’t even realised he had been holding.Raising his fist he went to smack Joey on the head.
“No!” I jumped in front of him, almost a second too late. The bar smashed the side of my face as Daryl tried to stop his arm moving once he realised I was now in the firing line of it.
My face instantly began to throb. Fuck me.
“Oh fuck Daryl!” That was going to leave one hell of a bruise!
“Im sorry, I’m sorry” he tried to touch me but I backed away from him.
“What are you doing? You need to back to your room before Negan knows you’re out” I touched my face and saw blood on my hand. Oh fucking hell.
“What?” He looked at me confused “Didn’t you put this under my door?” He gave me a piece of paper and a key.
“No, I’ve been with him all morning” I pointed at Joey who was just starring wide eyed. Who had given him that?
“Daryl you need to get back to…”
“What happened to you y/n?” Jesus’s voice made me jump. Fucking hell.
“What are you doing here?” Had he let Daryl out? How would he of gotten the key?
Daryl looked at me with that same shocked expression.
“Come on” he tried to grab my hand “We gotta be quick”
“No, I can’t” I shook my head. He had saved my life before but this time I had chosen to be here. The only thing I could do was cover for him. Can you? Fuck! “You have to go Daryl”
“Y/n” he begged. His voice almost made me cave and go but how could I leave here. How could I leave Negan?
“Daryl please let me be” I shook his hand off my arm.
“Why are you even here y/n?” He asked with a small amount of anger.
“Daryl” Jesus spoke obviously wanting to get out of here as soon as he could “We have to go”
“Just go back to your room Daryl” Please.
What do I do?
I didn’t want someone to think I had let him out. I am pretty sure that was a mighty big no no in Negans rules.
“We can go home” But this is my home now?
“Go back to your room Daryl, don’t make me say it again, please”
“I’d listen to my girl, she’s real fucking smart”
At that all of us turned around to see Negan standing with Lucille over his shoulder. I stopped breathing.
Men began pouring out from the door behind him.
Well this isn’t going to be good. Is it?
“Your girl?” Jesus bravely repeated. Fuck.
I couldn’t look at either of them.
The piece of paper and key Daryl gave me I quickly shoved into my jeans.
Hoping that Negan hadn’t heard that part of the conversation. Who had given that too him?
“Joey, take y/n to her room” his eyes were on Daryl, like a laser. Not moving. He looked so angry and it scared me.
“Negan..” I needed him to be calmer.
“Don’t make me say it again y/n” he faced me, finally seeing what had happened to my face.
“Did you do that?” He looked at Daryl who suddenly went silent and looked like he was shaking “Damn baby”
I noticed that his men had cornered Jesus and Daryl into the court yard now. There was no way of them escaping.
“Joey take her to see Doctor Carson”
Joey pulled me back wards by my shirt as Negan stepped towards my friends, ex-friends. God I don’t even know anymore. I guess now I’m technically the enemy.
“Please Negan” he turned to look at me again. Anger was pouring off him and in a wrong, wrong way it was kind of turning me on. Now is not the time for that y/n.
“Go baby, you need to get that looked at you” he came close to me again, running his ungloved finger down my jaw “You might need stitches” and then he bent his head and knew what he was going to do the moment before he did it. He pressed his lips against mine softly.
In front of his men.
In front of Daryl and Jesus. God what were they going to think of me now?
“I’ll see you tonight y/n, go”
I knew it was pointless saying anything else.
Dropping my head I let Joey lead me over to the door Daryl had come through.
Negans voice was booming in pure anger. As the door slammed shut behind me I sagged to the floor as voices started shouting.
“Y/n” Joey said but I wasn’t moving.
I heard it.
That sound was unmistakable.
He just hit someone with his bat.
Someone just died.
That night when he came to my room I pretended to be asleep.
“Y/n I know you’re awake” My face was throbbing but I tried not to move.
Negan was right I ended up having to have three stitches in my face and good god was it fucking hurting right now.
Maybe If I just stay silent he will go away and leave me alone.
“Y/n” his hand nudged my shoulder.
“Go away” I mumbled covering my head with the bed sheet.
“Ex-fucking-cuse you” he sounded offended.
“I’m not talking to you right now” I sounded like a grumpy teenager again.
Him laughing at what I had said made me angry.
Suddenly sitting up I bit out “And whats so fucking funny Negan?”
“Watch how you speak to me” he said with authority.
Staying silent I just stared at him in the dark.
“And why exactly are you not talking to me”
I was silent for a minute “You killed him”
Crossing my arms over my chest I could feel tears begin to form in my eyes. You will not cry. Not in front of him. Please don’t cry.
“He’s not dead” he said taking off his black leather jacket “Your precious friend Daryl”
He’s alive? My heart began to race.
“Don’t lie to me”
“I swear on my fucking life doll”
“But I heard….” Oh god was it Jesus?
“You heard what?”
“The bat hit….”
“A walker came in following that Jesus guy who broke in, idiot left a hole in the fence and they just walked on in like they owned the fucking place” He did what?
“What did you do to them then?” God I hope Daryl is ok.
“I’m not going to lie to yah sweetheart I roughed him up a bit, my men roughed him up a bit but he will live” oh thank god. I swallowed and shut my eyes.
“Is on his way back to the hilltop” He let him go?
“You just let him go?”
“So he got roughed up too?”
“Can I stay?” He asked ignoring my question. I’ll take that as a yes.
Nodding my head I moved the blankets over for him to join me.
This time he removed his boots along with his jeans before getting into bed.
Wrapping his arm around me he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
“I didn’t kill him for you”
And just like that my heart fluttered.
Sorry this wasn’t out sooner but it took me longer to get it perfect and I dint want to post something that wasn’t right. Let me know what you think <3 xxxxx
Next chapter things are about to become a little (lot) steamy ;)
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But portraying “Punk on the Bus” would turn out to be Thatcher’s most lasting contribution to The Voyage Home. He and Nimoy had grown chummy during filming, so when the filmmakers were looking to cast the punk, Thatcher lobbied the director to get the role. “I told him, ‘Look, I used to have a mohawk, and I’ll dress the part—you won’t recognize me,‘” Thatcher says. “Leonard said, ‘Huh, really,’ in that deep, basso profondo way. I couldn’t tell if he thought it was a stupid idea.”
Nimoy kept Thatcher waiting for more than a week before giving him the go-ahead, prompting Thatcher to dye his hair orange, shave the sides of his head, and go shopping for punk gear in clothing stores on Melrose Avenue and in North Hollywood. When he finally showed up to the set in costume—complete with dog collar, fake nose piercings, and leopard-print Converse sneakers—one of the first people he bumped into was Trek costar DeForest Kelley. “He looks me up and down real slowly, and with that kind of southern laconic drawl, he just says, ‘Nice shoes,'” Thatcher remembers.
”I just have this wonderful image of Bob getting so fucking fed up with how the media treats Jack. Acting like they’re somehow entitled to Jack’s life, to Jack in general, scrutinizing everything, constantly bringing up his overdose like they know anything about it. So here’s how I see everything going down.
(this ended up a lot longer than I planned.)
Jack and Bitty have been out for a little while, and the press is, of course, being dicks because when aren’t they when it comes to Jack
Bob is fucking furious. Jack is finally happy and in a good place and the press is still going after him like he murdered someone
And he just does not understand why he himself is so glorified??? Jack almost died on his watch??? why are they all acting like Jack is a disappointment??? Jack literally almost died????
So Bob resolves to set the record straight. He talks to Jack first, of course, to ask him how much he’s comfortable letting Bob share.
Jack is in a good place now. A great place. So this… doesn’t scare him the way it would have a few years ago. It’s nerve-wracking, and he knows it won’t be fun, but the idea doesn’t make him shake.
Jack looks Bob right in the eye and says; “Say what happened from your point of view.”
Steve located a chain hotel only two minutes away from the airport. You were the least conspicuous of them all so you went in and asked for a room under an alias. You got the room keys and went outside to meet them.
I wish to challenge you to a tear off can you make me cry with mihawke zoro or law accidently making their s/o cry..(THIS IS SO NOT ENZY WEARING A NINJA MASK-poofs-)
(I don’t know if it made you cry but I tried *shrug*)
Dracule Mihawk: He didn’t mean it. He really didn’t mean it. He just… No. He couldn’t be making excuses. He said what he said and there was no stopping the tears that came down your eyes. No matter how long the trip was or how physically tired he was, he should have accepted your grin, embrace, and kiss on the cheek but no. He usually was a refined individual but he just… snapped.
“I don’t have time for your idiotic troubles and useless affection. Leave. Me. Be” was definitely not something he should have said to the person that he cared about the most in this world. He knocked on your door, trying to keep his composure. He wouldn’t beg, he wouldn’t apologize over and over, he wouldn’t-
His thoughts were cut short as the door creaked open. He peered in with narrowed eyes at seeing your room untouched. That’s odd. He was sure you were in here. He shut the door and started his long search for you through the castle. With the more rooms he searched through, the more frantic he became. He heard a howl when he passed the window and leaned out to look at the forest that surrounded the castle. It had gotten late and dark and his grip tightened on the windowsill and he ran to the library to grab his coat, determined to look for you. You wouldn’t have gone out there, would you?!. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a small whimper. he walked into your room again where he heard the whimper and went over to the wardrobe. He opened the doors and his hands gripped the handles tighter.
You were sitting at the bottom of the wardrobe, curled up with your cheeks stained by your tears. You knew that it was him but you refused to look at him. He called out your name softly before holding his hand out to you. The stillness that followed made him more on edge than any battle or any opponent ever had. He didn’t pull his hand back, however. He would wait. If you were to put your hand in his, it would give him a small spark of hope that you would forgive him. If you didn’t… He would just try harder…. If you allowed him too…
Roronoa Zoro: He knew he was a bit crude and blunt but he never wanted to hurt your feelings. He didn’t even realize he had hurt your feelings. He didn’t mean his words. He didn’t even know what came out of his mouth until he noticed your glossy eyes.
“You’re so annoying. Go bother someone else for a while.” He shouldn’t have muttered that to you. You of all people. The only one who had actually tried to get to know him and to open him up. He was annoyed at himself and he recklessly let that out on you. He was about to turn around to start his training when he noticed how your head fell forward in a sad attempt to hide the tears pooling in your eyes. His mind processed what he said and his expression showed his panic and horror.
“O-Oi- (Y/N)!” He had reached out to you but you excused yourself and rushed out. He cursed to himself and grabbed the towel that was around his neck. He slammed it against the couch in the crow’s nest and threw on his shore before going down the ladder. He turned his head left and right to look for you and once he found you being ushered away in the arms of Nami, he stepped forward to your direction. He let out a grunt as his back hit the mast behind him. He glared and gritted his teeth at the pissed off cook in front of him that had kicked him away from your retreating form.
“Sanji! What are you doing?!” Luffy called from the railing where he was fishing with Usopp and Chopper. The latter already on their feet in shock. The cook ignored the call of his captain as his hands gripped the fabric around the swordsman’s collar.
“You stupid marimo! You were blessed with having (Y/N)-san by your side yet you made them cry?! You really are ungrateful! They could do much better yet they chose you! It was you that made them cry!” Zoro’s glare wavered as his words, for once, affected him harshly. He had promised to keep you happy. The force of feeling like a failure hit him hard. He was pissed. Pissed that he was the one that caused all this. Pissed that he was getting scolded by the stupid curly brow. Even behind all his anger though…. The hurt that filled him when he realized that you were below deck crying because of his words overpowered any other emotion.
Trafalgar Law: He stared at your trembling form, his fists clenched at his sides. With every soft sob and whimper that left your lips, he felt more anger towards himself. He hated seeing you cry and being the one who caused it made it even worse. The words he spat at you went over and over in his head. Everything he did was calculated and thought out but the words that came out of his words were anything but that.
“Quit interfering! You’re not strong or reliable and I can’t spend precious time protecting you all the damn time!” He yelled during a heated moment in a rather important argument. You just wanted to be more help in fights. You wanted to be helpful in fights against enemies but your protective boyfriend didn’t want you to get involved in, what you thought, fear for your safety. The words he yelled at you conformed every fear that you had. You were human. You didn’t have any powers or any fighting skills but you still wanted to help. You didn’t want to be protected all the time. You wanted to contribute something.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew of your insecurities and demons of not being able to defend yourself. He had always told you that he didn’t mind fighting for you and protecting yet here he was, hurting you with the worst words that have slipped from his mouth. His mouth hung open slightly, his mind going into overdrive for words to soothe your pain. It went blank when he heard you take a breath.
“I know all that… I’m just a hindrance to you… All this time…” Your words hit him hard, especially at the way that you had a small smile void of any emotion. He stood frozen, unable to do anything as you walked past him with one hand covering your mouth and the other wiping a tear that had fallen from your cheek.
He stood in the middle of the room in silence, feeling uncomfortable goosebumps go up his arm. He knew that you were still on the sub (the sub was underwater at a steady course) but being alone in that room without you by his side made him sway uncomfortable. He wiped his palms against his jeans and left the room, looking for you. Had he messed everything up? Had he lost his love? No! He would apologize and tell you his words were accidental and the two of you would go back to the way you were…. Right?… You wouldn’t leave? Right?…. Right?….