i just needed to get the emotions out somehow

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request: You’re probably really busy but I just couldn’t think of anyone else but you to write an imagine of Carl X reader where he’s so in love with Enid and like Carl he just somehow doesn’t see that reader is in love with him and always there for him. But when Enid leaves he gets so emotional and furious and lashes out at reader and gets a little physical, BC he thinks its readers fault.. reader sees the hate in his eyes and he doesn’t love reader… Something super angst BC I need a good cry lmao

a/n: i’m sorry i changed the prompt a little bUT I WAS GETTING SO SAD AND I HAD TO SWITCH IT UP SO I WOULDN’T CRY BC CARL IS A BABY WHO COULD NEVER HURT A FLY ok thanks for understanding ily 

i’m thinking of continuing this… lmk what you think 

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

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He looked at her like she was the last thing holding him to the ground. Not everyone could tell, but you could. You noticed how his hand would linger when he passed her a knife, or how he completely indulged himself in every conversation he had with her. 

You could never make him as happy as she could. 

He was the reason you had survived this long. Sure, he had protected you uncountable times, but he was your reason to live. Your family was gone, but his family took you in. He showed you that all of the fighting–all of the pain–would be worth it someday. 

You met Enid in Alexandria, and Carl almost instantly took a liking to her. She was alone, just like you. The only difference was that she had him. You couldn’t blame her, no matter how badly you wanted to. She was a good person, but you could never get over her winning the heart of the only person you truly loved. 

When she left the first time, Carl was in your room, crying into your shoulder. You hadn’t seen him that vulnerable since his mother died. It scared you a bit, to be honest. You worried he was attaching himself to someone who would never feel the same about him. You knew the feeling all too well, and you never wanted to see him go through that. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Enid shouted from a few houses down. “Come over to Mikey’s house! We’re all in there!”

You smiled at her kindly and joined everyone in the house. Someone had made food, and all the kids were gathered around a deck of cards. 

“(Y/N)! Come over here!” Carl said excitedly, and you sat next to him before being dealt a deck of cards. You sat between him and Enid, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit of tension as he snuck frequent glances at her. 

“You know,” you started, placing your cards down, “I forgot that Jesus wanted me to talk to him today.” 

“Jesus is out on a run,” Enid said, looking at you curiously. 

You smiled at her, trying to make up something quick. “Yeah, but he, uh,” you stammered, “He wanted me to do something for him. I’ll see you guys later. Thanks for having me over, Mikey.” 

Mikey waved at you, and Carl sighed, rolling his eyes. You pretended not to notice to avoid any further awkwardness. You walked back to your home quietly and fell asleep, knowing that if you stayed up any longer, your thoughts would drive you crazy. 

You jolted awake when your bedroom door was slammed shut. 

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), get the hell out of bed right now,” Carl demanded angrily. You glanced out your window, and you saw it was still dark out. 

“Carl, what the hell? What time is it?” you whined, rubbing your eyes as you sat up. 

“She’s gone. She’s fucking gone and it’s your fault,” he barked at you. 

“Carl, calm down. Who’s gone?” you asked. You were still somewhat asleep, and you were having a hard time understanding his problem. 

His breathing was quickening more and more by the second, and he took off his hat, aggressively putting it on your bed. He sat next to you and pushed his palms to his eyes. 

“Carl,” you sighed, placing your hand on his back.

“Get off me,” he said alarmingly calmly, jerking away from you. 

“Why did you come here? Who’s gone? Come on, talk to me,” you begged, standing up. “What’s wrong?”

Carl looked at you through teary eyes and let out a shaky breath. “You were acting so weird at Mikey’s today. Why?”

You looked down at your shaky hands, deciding you still weren’t ready to tell him. “It’s no big deal, really. I just wasn’t feeling good.”

“Bullshit, (Y/N). That’s fucking bullshit. I know you better than anyone else. You were feeling fine,” Carl groaned. “Why won’t you tell me?” His face softened, and he sat down on your bed, looking at you hopefully. 

You took a deep breath, unsure of how to tell him something you’d been holding inside you for years. 

“I know you don’t feel the same, but I’ve always cared about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone else. I didn’t want to tell you because I know how you feel about Enid, and I didn’t want things to be weird between us, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. I really don’t want you knowing this to change anything. I just thought you should know why I’ve been acting weird.”

Carl pursed his lips and stood up, pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I just… I need to find Enid.” He kissed you on the forehead and grabbed his hat. “I’ll be back soon, and we can talk then. I promise.” And with that, he left you in your room, answerless and unsure of what was to come. 

Originally posted by dezzi1026

I wake up every morning and I tell myself the same lie. “Just get through the day, tomorrow will be better.” But somehow, I wake up the next day feeling worse than the last. And I can’t quite seem to get out of this pattern. This back and forth between heightened self worth, believing fully that I don’t need you. That I’m better without you. That you don’t deserve everything I was giving you. And the strongest of regret. That feeling that pushes me back to you and says “just message him”, “you’re in love with him”, “he’s trying, don’t disregard it”. I feel like the Newton’s cradle of emotions, and the only thing I’m sure of is that I am in love with you.
—  fna
I met BTS personally again, but this time I felt hurt.

Okay. I honestly had to take a few days off after KCON Abu Dhabi and think about what happened behind this over again and again just so I can write it out without being fully clouded with emotions. I wanted to somehow bury it, but each time I see BTS on my feeds and each activity I see from them it stays in the back of my mind and I simply need to get this off my chest. Comparing what happened here from my last personal interaction I had with them, this is the exact opposite. Also, to those who are willing to read, please do not let this define BTS entirely as it is under my views, and also is under a specific circumstance/instance.

(Warning: LONG PERSONAL POST AHEAD, please do not ask me follow-up questions about this matter as I have written all that I sincerely felt before, during, and after. It is really long, and I have a way of writing things, so I also do not encourage reacting/reblogging mid-way while you still haven’t finished reading the text entirely. I would also like to sincerely request for this to be only kept within Tumblr, and not reposted anywhere else outside this site.)

On another note: BTS is very special and important to me in ways I can’t even make people understand. If you’re here to just stomp or trash or take these sincere feelings as a joke, please do NOT even bother reading.

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The Pisces

You couldn’t have picked a more complex person. They have this sixth sense and they know how to read people like a book. These are the kind of people that can and will understand you. They pick up on everything around them. Watch what you do I front of them. But they’re indecisive. And if somehow, someway you kept them in a relationship KUDOS TO YOU. The fish is quick to get into a relationship and quick to get out of one. Though that doesn’t mean they don’t care, they just don’t know what they want. They tend to keep their emotions to themselves but out of all the zodiacs they FEEL the most, and sometimes they need a hand to hold. Don’t leave them behind, the smallest can be the strongest.

It's going to be hard for a long time

I’m really not liking it at all. I’m pushing a lot of people away and feeling differently about some. At the same time I can’t hugely figure out anything because it’s all just overwhelming. I’ve thought I don’t want someone before but I don’t know. Getting confused by the prospect of others, getting too emotional over those people who don’t matter and trying to impress them. Yet they somehow matter to me. It’s .. too much. I’m not sure if this a reaction to being so alone, but I want and need it to end. I don’t know.

Attached (Part 2) - Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 1

request: You’re probably really busy but I just couldn’t think of anyone else but you to write an imagine of Carl X reader where he’s so in love with Enid and like Carl he just somehow doesn’t see that reader is in love with him and always there for him. But when Enid leaves he gets so emotional and furious and lashes out at reader and gets a little physical, BC he thinks its readers fault.. reader sees the hate in his eyes and he doesn’t love reader… Something super angst BC I need a good cry lmao

a/n: this ending is shitty as hell bc i’m trash but i hope you like this anyways ???!?!?!

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

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The warm water ran from the shower head, hitting your back and rolling down your body. The heat calmed you, and your fingers traced circles on your scalp, soothing your headache. 

Enid didn’t deserve Carl. She toyed with him, leading him on only to vanish the next day. It wasn’t fair for him to fall for someone who didn’t give a damn about him. You were one to talk, though. 

The bathroom door opened and closed quietly. 

“(Y/N)?” Carl asked, his voice echoing through the steam-filled room. 

“Yeah, I’m in here,” you replied. You and Carl had known each other for so long, that nothing really fazed him. 

He took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry I went off on you.” He went on when you didn’t respond. “You didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t your fault, and I was just angry, and I took it out on you. I’m really sorry.”

You were thankful for the running water, which hid the tears rolling down your cheeks and the redness of your face. 

“Carl, if you want to get Enid, go get Enid,” you said bluntly, turning off the water and squeezing the water out of your hair. “Can you hand me my towel?”

He handed you the towel, and you wrapped it around yourself before stepping out of the shower. Carl followed you into your room, where he politely sat on your bed facing away from you. You had all grown close, and your definition of privacy had become much different than it ever was before. As you began to change into your clothes, Carl spoke up again. 

“I don’t want to get Enid. I’m sick of chasing her around when all she does is leave me here. I find myself being upset because of her more than I find myself happy because of her,” he explained. 

“Look,” you chuckled, jumping into your jeans, “I know exactly how you feel.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew Carl was frowning. “I know you never meant to make me feel that way, but that shit happens when you catch feelings.”

Once you were completely dressed, you sat next to Carl on your bed, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like this,” he whispered. His voice was jagged, like he was holding back tears. “I swear I didn’t know you felt that way. If I had known…” His voice trailed off and he placed his hand on top of yours. “Maybe things would have been different.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked up at him. He was searching your face for a sign what to do. To be honest, you weren’t sure either. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice smooth and quiet. 

Your chest was pounding, and your nerves were skyrocketing. Your breathing quickened as his hand trailed up your arm and was placed on the back of your neck. 

“I don’t want you to kiss me out of pity,” you interrupted. Carl didn’t stop leaning in towards you, though. 

“I would never,” he mumbled before his lips collided with yours. It took you a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling, but he pulled away before either of you got carried away. “I’m sorry.” 

You frowned, unsure of what he was apologizing for. 

“I’m sorry for not realizing how you felt. I’m obviously not too good at picking up on that stuff,” he sighed, smiling down at his lap. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you and leaving you earlier. I was confused, and I handled it like a dick.”

“Truth be told,” you agreed with him jokingly. 

He smiled, glad to see you weren’t upset with him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. Your arms hung around his shoulders, and you gently squeezed him, holding him closer to you. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I was acting stupid, too.” Carl’s eyebrow quirked inquisitively. “I let my jealousy get the best of me, and I couldn’t even sit through a damn game of cards without getting all upset at you.”

“No! Hell, I’m glad. I can’t stand the kids here,” he assured you. “I’d much rather spend time with you. You actually know things. You’ve seen the world for what it is. All these kids are just living in their perfect world surrounded by bullshit. They have no idea what’s gonna hit them when they grow up and have to learn for themselves.”

You nodded, agreeing with him whole-heartedly. 

“Mmh,” he sighed, “Thank God I have you.”

Originally posted by deathbytwd

Look, I don’t need Carol and Daryl to kiss. I don’t need them to rip their clothes off and fuck each other’s brains out. I don’t need them to say “I love you”. I don’t even need them to have any “normal” sort of relationship.

What I do need is for them to somehow acknowledge to each other that they are more than just friends. I literally don’t care how they do it, as long as they properly acknowledge it to each other.

And for god’s sake I need Daryl to comfort Carol while she gets her feelings out.

It’s early in the morning, season 6 is starting soon, and I’m over emotional. I am super Caryl trash and I’m starting to get impatient :(

It has been 5 years of these feelings and they’re only building on it more each season. Come on.

If you think that Bernie and Serena’s relationship is in some way unrealistic or bad representation, let me tell you a story, friends.

My last relationship was with a girl who, before we were together, had only dated men and thought she was straight. I knew that I was bisexual and had had a few relationships that were either negative or somehow didn’t work out. I became friends with this girl, and we supported each other closely in the similar negative situations we were going through. I fell in love with her without any expectation that she would ever love me back. But she did, and being with her was the best time of my life.

I’m absolutely fine if you don’t ship Bernie and Serena. Because people ship what they want, and I’d never expect you to ship it just because it’s popular. Believe me, I’ve been there. But when I hear people say that their relationship is unrealistic because Serena would never fall in love with a woman, you are invalidating my relationship and it is absolutely crushing. I’ve longed for years to see representation of my sexuality on television, and for such a beautiful character as Bernie to be the first time I hear the word bisexual on TV makes me ridiculously happy. The possibility of a relationship with Serena excites me just as much.

Ship what you want, really. I don’t want this to sound like I’m forcing you to ship Berena at all, because that’s not what I’m trying to do. Shipping is a beautiful thing and we should do it for ourselves, without feeling the need to pander to the majority. But please, I am begging you, don’t invalidate my relationship, and many others in similar situations, whilst navigating this strange and wonderful little world we call our fandom.

[filling my gf void with theories]

[A/N:  So, uh, I saw @renmorris‘ really interesting theory on the aftermath of Stan and Bill’s mindscape clash [http://renmorris.tumblr.com/post/139392423103/theoryau-idea] and I felt inspired to write something.  In my defense, I had too many emotions following the finale and need to get it out somehow.

…Getting it posted now so I can hopefully forget about it until tomorrow and work on my actual work, damn it.  Warning for weird shifting tenses.]  

The unearthly shrieks and screams of demons still echoed distantly, but the sky had turned bright Oregon blue and when a gust of warm wind blows past with a faint aroma of pine sap, Stanford knows that the fight is over. 

Cool relief soothed his aching body, every nerve burning from Bill’s torture, but then Ford sees the slumped figure in the middle of the clearing, head still held upwards and arms slack at his sides, and.

At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered but his brother.

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I'mma just say it

Barry is coming off like an asshole since the second half of this season began. 

I want to believe this is just some way to push things along, and his behavior will be addressed as well… but sadly enough, since there’s just a shit ton of sexism in our mainstream culture, I’m thinking somehow this is all going to be placed on Iris as the one who needs to get it together. I had just hoped they wouldn’t go this predictable route. 

Iris may be in denial about her feelings. No doubt about that. She is. Then again there’s a lot at stake there if she gives into her feelings for Barry. Maybe her emotions are on defense mode, and thus her jealousy is seeping out when she can’t keep it in, but is that any reason for Barry to obviously try to hurt her, or play her down, by saying he doesn’t have those feelings for her anymore? To take away his love confession? He could have said “well, I still love you, but I realize we won’t work” or something like that. But to say they just aren’t there anymore? How is Iris supposed to feel? Would anyone else be so quick to dump their serious boyfriend even if they had deep feelings for another guy, if said other guy was so quick to take back his confession weeks later? He’s under no obligation to stay single, but this whole ‘Lookey Lookey, I’m moving on from yo ass’ routine he’s been doing comes off as a bit petty. 

And I can’t help but feel that since Iris isn’t being allowed to have those moments when we see her reflecting, thinking, talking to a damn friend about it (where are Iris’ friends outside of Barry by the way?), that this will just be played like 'Iris, you should have known, now get it together’. As if she was supposed to know his secret feelings from jump, or reciprocated them instantly. 

I love WestAllen, but I’m not feeling how this is being played to make Iris look. Or that Barry’s asshole ways probably won’t be addressed, since neither of them are handling it well right now. 

( Skylar )

He sighed and would look toward the clock – so much for sleep, how barely slept some days as it was because of how things were in his life. He loved sleeping. In fact, things were a lot better when he slept. His dreams contained of less complicated people, less complicated things. People who actually gave a shit about his emotion’s and needs instead of just using him left and right. This was his life though, every turn he made now was his own fault and he couldn’t fix things if he tried. Somehow, Michel was becoming the new attachment and knowing  that he actually somehow cared about him, made him cringe.

[txt] to: Michel

I have to work in two hours, you can call me if you’d like to but I am not getting out of my bed to pick you up. You could of stayed tonight but instead you went home, like you always fucking do.

from: Skylar  

Calling actually sounded better than texting right now. He was
getting to the point that he was starting to have trouble controlling
his fingers and that meant sloppy words. The dog laid on the
floor, laying on his bed. He hadn’t been here too long, but he
seemed to like the place already, which was good. He’d hate for
the dog to not like the place. With a sniff, he’d tap the other’s
phone number in his phone. He had a bit of trouble with it but he
was eventually able to press it. He thanked god there was such a
thing as auto correct on his phone. When the other picked up, he’d
     take a drink from the bottle he had currently.


He was definitely a lot more drunk than he thought he was.