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A/N this is my second time writing for Carl and first platonic friendship imagine and I think I’m pretty happy with it. An imagine with the prompts 134 and 107 from this prompt list. As always, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Carl’s best friend tried to cheer him up after he loses his eye

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Carl Grimes

Carl was upset, that was obvious.

His eye was shot out, you couldn’t blame him. He nearly died.

So, you decided to do one of the only things you could think of; force him to get out of bed and watch a movie with you to try and cheer him.

You knocked on his door, a quiet voice calling out,“Come in.” And you did, with a big smile on your face and an old bottle of dr. Pepper and a bag of popcorn in your hands,“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

He stared at you with a slightly dull expression,“I don’t know, y/n. I’m kind of tired.” You groaned, setting your things down and falling onto his bed,“You’ve been in this bed for, like, two weeks. You need to get up, even if it’s just to watch a movie. Laying around isn’t going to help you feel better, but maybe hanging out with your favorite person in the world will.”

Carl stared at you, considering your words. “Your favorite person is me, if you didn’t catch on.” You stated with a cheeky grin, wiggling your eyebrows up in down to try and get him to laugh, which worked. He chuckled, moving his blankets off of him so he could get out of his bed,“Fine, fine. What movie are we watching?”

You shrugged as he pulled on a pair of jeans, not fazed by his boxers as the two of you were strictly friends,“I dunno, some movie called Jaws.”

His eyebrows furrowed,“Hm, never heard of it.”

“Oh, my god!” You shouted, shielding your eyes with your hand to prevent yourself from witnessing the scene in front of you.

Are you scared?” Carl laughed, looking over at you. You shook your head, hand still covering your eyes. “Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Because I have something in my eyes, duh.” You spoke as if it were obvious, slowly removing your hand and looking at him, cringing when a girl screamed on the screen. He snorted,“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, y/n.”

“Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill you.” You joked, sending him a fake glare. He held his hands up mockingly,“Oh, no! I’m so scared.” You shoved him playfully, causing the two of you to forget about the movie, erupting a wrestling war between the two of you.

You didn’t mind, as all you wanted to do was cheer him up, which is exactly what you did.

I think I just shat over everyone’s favorite character again and I’m sorry, I try to keep it as real as possible with them.
Anyways, I hope you somewhat enjoy these.

Joker (Leto) headcannons:

-I’m going to be brutally honest, he’s toxic.

-Extremely controlling.

-Like the controlling type to tell you that you can’t live without him, that you need him to survive.

-He’s manipulative.

-He knows how to twist words to get things from you.

-Imagine: you don’t want sex, but he really really wants it, he’ll do anything in his ability to make you think you need it too.

-“come on baby, I need it just as badly as you do.”
-“I know you want it, so let it happen.”

-Knows where to hit it where it hurts. Like imagine you finally get the gist that this relationship is super toxic, he’ll tell you really fucked up shit to make you stay.

-“If you leave me I’ll kill your mom/dad/friend”
-“You leave me and you’ll regret every decision.”

-If you look at the comics, he’s extremely abusive to Harley. What do you think he’s going to do to you.

-He’ll probably brainwash you into becoming one of his little slaves.

-Has zero tolerance for your opinions, but sometimes considers it if it’ll help out for his own good.

-One to shut you up if he feels like you’re talking too much.

-Tbh he might love you, somewhere deep,deep down in his shriveled heart, he loves you.

-Calls you princess, doll and sugar.

-His kisses are mesmerizing because he rarely gives them, unless it’s for show.

-Most of the time “sex” with him, is just him needing to get off.

-If you’re not there he’s probably cheated on you a few times to cure his cravings.

-He’s told you and given you that “you’re the only one for me” charm, and tbh you’re probably too brainwashed at this point that you just go along with it.

-You’re obviously pissed about his flings and kill every single one of them, to please him.

-He probably wants a kid or two from you to support his family business when he can’t anymore.

-Hell, if you ever have kids, they’ll probably be treated 10x better than you.

-If you get out of line with him, I’m pretty sure he’d hit you.

-The joker IS NOT a healthy relationship, he’s toxic and abusive.

* please if you’re actually in a relationship somewhat like this, I know it’s not easy, I’ve been through the same kind, but try to get out of it. It’s extremely unhealthy. It hurts you so much and makes you feel worthless. So please, please, please get some help.

Meeting Pride

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Title: Meeting Pride

Pairing: Dwayne Pride x Reader

Word Count: 886

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: I know it’s late, and I NEVER post this late, but I was encouraged by @cm-ncis-writings / @scribe-of-winchester to try my hand at writing Pride from NCIS: New Orleans (NOLA). I love Pride because he’s just so adorable. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. I hope I just didn’t butcher this wonderful man omg. I hope you all enjoy this <3 <3

You strolled into the bullpen, tilting your head to the side.  There was someone unfamiliar standing next to your boss.  Every one of Gibbs’ friends was always a pleasure to meet, but this one was different.  This man was handsome; this man had caught your eye.  He had been watching you since you stepped out of the elevator.  

The strange man pardoned himself from Gibbs, making his way to your desk.  Your cheeks quickly flushed pink.  What should you do?  What should you say?  Why were you so nervous meeting this man?  In the few seconds you had, you pulled yourself together, flashing him a warm smile.

The tall man extended his hand out to you, “hello there miss.  You must be [Y/N] [Y/L/N].  Gibbs told me you apart of his team, but he didn’t tell me how beautiful you are.”  He chuckled at your obvious nervousness, “name’s Dwayne Pride, but most people call me King.”  His smile was contagious; you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

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“Extraordinary Machine”

I certainly haven’t been shopping for any new shoes
I certainly haven’t been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot, it’s a slow climb,
But I’m good at being uncomfortable, so
I can’t stop changing all the time

I notice that my opponent is always on the go
Won’t go slow, so’s not to focus, and I notice
He’ll hitch a ride with any guide, as long as
They go fast from whence he came
- But he’s no good at being uncomfortable, so
He can’t stop staying exactly the same

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me, or treat me mean
I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day
You deem me due to clean my view and be at peace and lay
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way, and say,
I’ve been getting along for long before you came into the play

I am the baby of the family, it happens, so
- Everybody cares and wears the sheeps’ clothes
While they chaperone
Curious, you looking down your nose at me, while you appease
- Courteous, to try and help - but let me set your
Mind at ease


-Do I so worry you, you need to hurry to my side?
-It’s very kind
But it’s to no avail; I don’t want the bail
I promise you, everything will be just fine

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me, or treat me mean
I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.
-Fiona Apple

The lyrics are just so pertinent.
https://youtu.be/kjfTDDAstig to listen.

Just a quick one for this - and you should also be aware of the fact that we are going for the comic universe Hawkeye who is deaf. When I couldn’t think of a plot (again), @sherlock-yer suggested this so I hope that I’ve done it justice. Enjoy, my darlings!

“Language Barriers”

Clint loved mornings; he was very much an early bird. He couldn’t quite discern what exactly about mornings it was that made them so wonderful – it could easily be the way the auburn sun peered in through the window, or the way your arms felt wrapped around his torso from behind. Your fingers against his flesh, shifting slightly as you stirred in your sleep, felt simply excellent. There was no other way to describe it.

Every morning, when he woke, Clint had gotten into the habit of putting on his hearing aids but when he reached out to the bedside chest, he remembered why he hadn’t done it sooner. The battle in yesterday’s mission had been violent but aside from the destruction of his hearing aids, everyone returned almost unscathed. Tony had taken in the devices to fix them but as of yet, hadn’t finished.

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Imagine – Sam helping you through a depression episode

Word Count – 1,766

Pairing – Sam x Reader

Triggers – Depression, mentions of not eating

A/N – Going through this so wanted to write this to cheer me up, hopefully it can cheer you up too.


These past few days have been shitty as hell. You’ve tried to fought through this for years but it was getting worse. Hunting was getting tiring, people dying cause of you every single day. Not sleeping cause your mind wouldn’t let you and you needed to do research anyways. Your bags under your eyes were so dark, makeup couldn’t even hide it and the boys took notice to it very quickly.

Dean was always one of those people who hid things deep down inside and would cover it up with anger, but sadly you weren’t like that. He’d tell you “it’ll get better” and that’ll be it. Cas would just ask if you were okay every few times, not taking anything to it. But there was someone who was different than them when it came to this, a lot different.

Sam Winchester.

Sam Winchester, the man who saved the world once but could barely save himself. The man who can’t save himself, but he’ll try his damn hardest to save you and his broken older brother. The man who’s been to hell and back, and he’s still the most kind hearted person on this planet. Nothing could bring him down, he was stronger than he gave himself credit for.

“Hey y/n, it’s time for dinner.” He said, slowly opening up your door to your dark room

You grumbled and faced your back to him, making his heart sink to his stomach. He placed the plate of food on your dresser, turned on your bed room light that burned your eyes and sat next to you, laying his hand softly on your leg over the blanket.

“You’re depressed again, why? Talk to your moose.” He chuckled, trying to make you laugh but just as he expected, nothing.

“I won’t leave you. I’ll bring my food up here, and we can eat together and watch American Dad. How does that sound?” You nodded softly, making him smile.

“That’s my girl, I’ll be right back.”


It’s been 8 days since you’ve had an actual meal, maybe more. You, Sam and Dean lost track. The boys would always try to give you any food you wanted, anything in the world but you wouldn’t take it. The only thing you’ve been “eating” was snacks, which drove Sam crazy.

“Sweetie, we got you mashed potatoes, your favorite!” He yelled happily, sitting next to you on your bed and handing you the plate while you just stared at it.

“Come on y/n, it’s been 8 days without actual food. You gotta be starving.”

“I’m not hungry, thanks anyways.”

Before you could roll back over he held your shoulder and looked at you in the eyes with a broken, sad look. You gave him one back and sighed. You noticed how tired and stressed he looked, as he did at you also.

“It’s okay to not be okay, but it’s not okay to starve yourself. Eat, I’ll help.”

He picked up the spoon and scooped a little of the mashed potatoes on it, just a little for you to get used to it and not take to much to fast. He gave you a sad look again as he fed you the food, smiling as he realized you actually swallowed it and didn’t just throw it away, probably because he was there but good enough.

“Sam, I’m to tired to eat.”

“You’re probably tired from not eating.”

The night went on as he slowly fed you. It fled with small talks and soft laughters, which felt amazing. You two ended the night watching movies in each other’s arms. That was the first night you both fell asleep, peacefully. Without a worry in the world.


You woke up with sweat running down your face along with tears and puffy eyes. It’s been about two weeks since you fell asleep with Sam and ever since then you haven’t been able to sleep, again.

You got up and threw on your robe, walking quietly out of your room and on our way down the hall to Sams, peaking in Dean’s open door and seeing him passed out with a book on his head and beer in his other hand.

You walked in and placed the beer on his nightstand, along with the book folding the corner of the page so he wouldn’t lose his spot. You placed his blanket on top of him and noticed him curl into it with a smile, making you smile for the first time in weeks.

After that you walked to Sam’s room, seeing the door was closed shut. Your heart raced as you nervously turned the knob and walked into his pitch black room, scary as hell after the nightmare you just had.

Once you closed the door you heard Sam jump up in his bed and cock the gun under his pillow, making you terrified.

“It’s just me, Sammy.”

He sighed in relief and placed the gun under his pillow, turning on the lamp on his lampstand next to his bed after. His hair was in random places and he looked tired, making you feel guilty that you woke him up.

“I’m s – sorry I woke you up. I’ll go if you want.”

“What? No, no, no. Cm’ here.”

You walked over and laid slowly on his bed as he moved over, making room for you. After you laid down he wrapped his strong arms around you tightly, laying his chin on top of your head.

“Nightmare?” You nodded

“We don’t have to talk about it if you want to sleep.” He shook his head and chuckled softly.

“I would never just abandon you like that besides, I’d rather spend time with you than sleep, so spill the beans.”

You laid your head more on his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist as he rubbed his finger tips on your back softly, telling you it’s okay.

“I was in hell, and they kept…just kept making me kill innocent children. It was terrible, Sammy. I can’t … I can’t even imagine.. Then Lucifer, he showed me you and Dean. Like they looked just like you guys, but god what they said …”

“You’re holding us up, y/n. Our work would be a lot easier without you. Not to mention you fuck up all the time.”

“Also, who wants to work with a depressed, suicidal girl? You know? Gotta watch what ya say all the time. Also, gotta pull your lame ass out of it cause you’re to fucking weak to do it yourself. Me and Sam? What are ya gonna do when we’re dead? You’ll be dead too. You can’t live without us, y/n and you know it. We’re you’re lifeline, cause you’re fucking weak.”

“You should’ve died instead of Charlie, it should’ve been you up there not her. That’s on you.”

By now you were in tears, as was Sam. He looked at you with shock, like you were insane. He bit his lip and wiped your tears away, rubbing his thumb on your cheek as he did.

“There was more, but I don’t …” He cut you off

“You don’t have to finish if you don’t want to, okay? I’m proud of you for saying all that as it is.”

You nodded sadly as he hugged you, burying your face in his neck and gripping onto his shirt as you cried. He ran both of his hands up and down your back and kept telling you sweet things to calm you down, but there was one thing that got you the most.

“I’m in love with you, y/n.”

You pulled away and looked at him with shock


“I said I love you, you goofball.”

You laughed happily and hugged him tighter again, this time with tears of joy. You placed your fingers in his brown hair, smiling against his shoulder while he hugged back, just as happy as you were. You leaned back and placed your hands on his blushed cheeks, kissing him softly at first but then harder as time went on.

He ran his big hands in your hair and smiled against your lips as you did the same. You both pulled away, smile never leaving either of your faces. You both were happy, for the first time in a long, long time.

“None of those things that that son of a bitch made you think was true, okay? None. Dean and I love you, very, very much. But he doesn’t love you like I love you.” He winked, making you chuckle.

“We need you just as much as you need us. We’re family. Cas needs you, I need you, and Dean needs you. We all need each other to survive in this insane world, that’s a fact. Also, we don’t mind helping you through your episodes, okay? I know Cas and Dean don’t do to much, but that’s just cause they don’t know how I guess. Hell, I barley know how to cheer people up but I try for you.

Don’t ever, ever! Be scared to ask for help. Asking for help is okay, always okay. It doesn’t mean you’re not strong, or not powerful enough to deal with this alone. We all need help sometimes, and that is a – o – kay. I need your help a lot, you don’t even know how much you help me y/n. You’re there for me, I’m here for you. Cause we love each other, and that’ll never go away. I love you, I love you, I love you. It kills me to see you like this, cause I love you so much. Same for the other two but you know what I mean. So please, don’t ever be scared to come to one of us. We love you, more than you’ll ever know.”

He pushed your hair out of your eyes and wiped the stray tears away, kissing your cheeks after. He laid back with you in his arms and wrapped each other’s legs with one another. It was cold in the room, but it felt warm with you two together.

“Always keep fighting the fight, babe. We got this, together.”

And he was right. Sam Winchester, the man who always made sure the people he loves felt loved as well, and he did a great job at it.


Ella Enchanted | Directed by Tommy O'Haver | Starring Anne Hathaway and Hugh Dancy
↳ “Don’t go breaking my heart. I couldn’t if I tried. Honey if I get restless. Baby you’re not that kind.”


you told me you were gonna go see your mum and your dad, and then you went off to… for all i… for all i know, you could - something could’ve - you could’ve been killed. and because what? because you think i’m useless? [x]

Please be kind to yourself, this is a very important piece of advice. If it’s a bad day take all the time you need to get better. If the world gets too much you don’t have to get out of bed, take a bath or read a book or something instead. Just escape the world. Do not try to harm yourself, that is not the answer.

This is part of a series i started a couple years ago called animated feel goods, I decided to start it again in 2015 posting at least one a day. This is not a promise though. If you need it my ask is always open and I’ll do my best to help. 
So if it’s a bad day and you need a quick pick up check my animated feel goods page, I hope it helps.