leaves house

Coco Chanel said, “Before leaving the house, a lady should look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” Going even one step too far can ruin your whole look. This analogy can also be applied to a PR push that went at least one step too far and fucked up the intended appearance. But instead of taking off one accessory, they should have removed a scarf, sixteen pieces of flare, the brooch someone’s grandma smuggled out of occupied Belgium, one of those chains that attaches from an earring to a nose ring, all of the bracelets Johnny Depp owns and a floppy hat the size of the Lido Deck. Because they did the absolute most and it backfired. 

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i cant believe billy’s favourite movie is the sound of music

im listening to the sound of music soundtrack just so i can think about billy kaplan dramatically singing to it all

let me propose this:

-toddler billy being entranced by so long, farewell but he cant really handle all the words yet all so he settles with singing goodbYEEEEE to anyone leaving the house for the next three months

-child billy fully going for the hills are alive, standing up on the sofa to belt it despite his family’s protests

-teenage billy driving teddy crazy by knowing all of the words to how do you solve a problem like maria. it would be so cute except hes been singing it for four days straight now please billy stop

-billy kaplan the night before his seventeenth birthday singing I AM SIXTEEN GOING ON SEVENTEEN to anyone who will listen

-billy singing my favourite things and doesn’t bother to stop his magic from responding. wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings go soaring past the window. snowflakes start to fall from the ceiling and they stay on his nose and eyelashes. teddy is suddenly wearing a white dress with a blue satin sash.

-kate and billy trying to sing all the parts of do re mi between them

-billy tentatively proposing that their first dance at their wedding be to edelweiss. teddy considering it because that’s his favourite song from the soundtrack, and it makes him think of his mum

-adult billy singing i have confidence to his child while taking her with him about the house, making her giggle as he does his chores by magic and makes faces at his baby girl

-teddy offering to make the family tea. do you want it with jam and bread? opportunity glints in billys eyes. TEA, TEA WITH JAM, JAM AND BREAD he sings, and their 7 year old comes through to the kitchen to join in, and teddy can only laugh exasperatedly

Whenever a Muslim man spills vitriol about how Muslim women shouldn’t leave the house “unnecessarily”, I want to talk about Muslim women who fought in battle, women entrepreneurs and business owners, women who have made great leaps in science and medicine, jobs that need to be filled by women to provide for other women (doctors, nurses), women who have started charitable organisation, community projects, support groups, political uprisings, entire revolutions.

These women should be celebrated and honoured but the questions still hangs; why do we need to invoke their names? Muslim men are never required to cite the accomplishments of male Muslim scientists and businessmen to justify their autonomy to Muslim women. 

The burden of proving excellence in order to justify a basic human right is one that is always placed on the marginalised. And as such the labour falls to Muslim women to cite hadiths and analyse Quranic verses in the historical and social context of 7th century Arabia in order to rationalise said right.

We have the right to live. We have the right to leave our houses. Whether it’s to discover the gravitational waves in the fabric of space and time or to go to the shop for a pint of milk, we have the right. 

you go out to ur local tescos today for milk and coco pops. suddenly, an internet sheikh barges in on ur self checkout and slam dunks poor susan with the parking vouchers to the ground. he tells u that ur a tv music video kafira for leaving the house unnecessarily. 5p bags are strewn everywhere. in the distance, sirens.

Please do a pit check before you leave the house if you can. We’ve all forgotten before like I get that these things happen but it’s self-care. It really is

Handle Myself.

Request: Hi hi hi I was wondering if you could write some Carl grimes smut for me? Something a little less lovey dovey, maybe the reader did something really bad ass and he kinda just has raging hormones and idk the world needs more Carl grimes smut.

a/N: I agree the world does need more Carl Grimes smut. So here’s some now. Also I’m sorry if this sucks!!! xo

Warnings: SMUT, language lol

Summary: When you leave Alexandria you find out that Carl followed you. You, thinking he followed you to chaperone you, told him your could handle yourself. Carl  finds out that you can handle yourself. And he thinks it’s hot.

Don’t be afraid to request anything!!! xo


You grab your bag from the sofa and leave the house as fast as you possibly can. You wanted to go on a run today by yourself. There wasn’t really a particular reason why but you liked the idea of being alone when looking for things. You walk to the gates to see that Spencer is on watch and you smile to yourself, knowing how easy it’ll be to leave Alexandria.

“Everything alright?” He asks and you simply nod at him.

“Yeah, I’m just off out to get a few things.” You continue to walk but Spencer stops you.

“Is it important stuff, because you can’t go out if it’s unnecessary.” He shakes his head and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You think I don’t know that. Of course it’s necessary.” You mutter before looking over your shoulder to see if anyone had figured out that you were leaving Alexandria. You look back at Spencer and he shrugs his shoulders but when you can tell he’s going against his better judgement by the look on his face. He slides the gate open and you almost run out but you walk normally so that Spencer doesn’t get suspicious.

“Thanks Spencer.” You smile at him and he nods at you before closing the gates. You breath in and let out a big sigh as you begin to walk.

You find a small sort of town and begin to look in shops and you find essential stuff like toothpaste, toilet roll all the stuff you know you need but you also come across silly stuff like stuffed animals and the one thing that catches your eye is a necklace. It had a heart on the end of it and although you knew you’d never wear it, you kept it anyway. You continue to look through every shelf when you hear something coming from the isle next to yours.

You take your knife out and hold it in front of you as you begin to walk towards the sound. You take a deep breath as you try to be as quiet as you can. You turn the corner to see who or what was in the isle but instead your head comes in contact with a chest. You move back quickly, raising your knife to see Carl with his hands raised and smiling.

“Please don’t kill me, I beg.” He says in a monotone. You give him a sarcastic smile and turn back around to look for more things.

“So you’re following me now?” You utter and Carl gives you a wry chuckle. He catches up with you and walks with you, side by side.

“No and yes. I followed you because you left Alexandria without telling anyone and-” You cut him off before he can say anything and stop him from walking so that he listens to you.

“Actually I told Spencer and besides I don’t need a chaperone when I go on a run.” You growl and he smirks.

“I’m not chaperoning you, I decided to go on a run too and we just sort of bumped into each other.” He whispers and you roll your eyes. Cocky bastard.

You leave the shop, with Carl trailing behind you of course, and enter another. You search each isle for things you could take back but find nothing. You move to the last isle and as you turn the corner your eyes widen. Several walkers begin to walk your way.

“Carl!” You shout but then you realise he’s by the entrance of the shop which means it would take him a while to get to you. You take out your knife and plunge it into one of their heads. You do the same to 3 others before taking out your gun and shooting the rest of them. One by one they all drop to the floor and when you turn around you see Carl stood there, staring at you.

“What?” You ask and he raises his brows smiles.

“That was kind of hot, holy shit.” He says in disbelief as he continues to stare at you.

“Me killing walkers is hot? Keep it in your pants alright.” You scoff as you stride past him. He follows behind you and just before you leave the store you feel his hand on your arm. He tugs and you’re back is against a wall as Carl’s face is dangerously close to yours.

“It’s not the killing the walkers that’s hot. You can definitely handle yourself. That was hot.” He whispers. You gulp and realise that your breathing is very fast paced and so you take a deep breath to try to control it. You look him in the eye.

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment.” You whisper and he tilts his head to the side and nods slowly.

“A compliment.” He says as he moves to the door. You stand still for a second and take a deep breath. “You coming?” He asks, his hand still on the door. You nod your head and follow him out the door.

“Let’s find another store.” He sighs and you continue to follow him but your mind is somewhere else. You were aroused and confused. Carl had made you aroused and confused and you frown. You weren’t going to lie, it turned you on. You walk through the door of a new shop and Carl sets off to find stuff for Alexandria but you feel as though you can’t move. You’d never felt this turned on before. And you’d never felt this turned on by Carl before.

Sure, Carl sometime’s made you all hot and bothered and sometimes you wanted to kiss him. Actually you wanted to kiss him all the time but he never really showed a sign of interest.

“Earth to (Y/n). Are you okay?” Carl waves his hand in your face and you are brought back to reality. “Come on I found something.” He says as he takes your hand and leads you to an isle and he shows you a bunch of ammo. “This could be very useful for my dad, me. Maybe even you if you’re gonna shoot some walkers again.” He whispers to you and before you know it your back is against some shelves and Carl’s lips move to your ear.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how hot you looked.” He mumbles and he lowers his head to your neck and places a soft but wet kiss there. You tilt you neck so he has better access and then he bites and sucks at you neck, making sure to leave a mark. Your breath hitches in your throat as his tongue licks over the spot he just left a hickey.

You raise your hands to his face and pull him to your lips. You kiss each other hard and rough and his hand roams over your body.

“Bet you’d look even hotter without clothes on.” He mumbles, his lips still connected to your slightly. He steps back a bit and you are breathing quickly and harshly as he lifts your top over your head and quickly get’s rid of your bra. He attaches his lips to your neck and begins to travel south of your collar bone and then down to your right breast. He attaches his mouth to your nipple and sucks hard. You moan out as you arch into his mouth and he looks up at you and winks.

“Tell me what you want.” He says when he moves from your breast to your face as his thumb runs along your bottom lip. You roll your eyes.

“I want you.” You whisper and Carl stands back and shakes his head.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” He says while his fingers start to toy at the button on your jeans.

“I want you fuck me Carl.” You whisper seductively and his eye’s widen. He smirks at you as he undoes the button on your jeans.

“Your wish is my command, but first I have to have a taste.” He says and it a second he is on his knees and tugging down your trouser and your underwear along with it. You look down at him and he looks up at you before diving in. He licks up your slit and then starts to kitten lick at your clit. You scramble for something to hold on to and so you find the shelf behind you and Car’ls hair.

He moans when you tug and you moan at the vibrations he sends through your pussy as you breath heavily.

“I’m gonna come soon Carl, oh my god.” You whimper from above him and he stops his actions. You look at him as he raises himself. “What are you doing?”

“I’m granting your wish.” He says with a smug smile and he tugs down his jeans and grabs a hold of himself but, to Carl’s surprise, you drop down to your knees and return the favour. “What the hell- oh shit.” He says but as soon as he feels your lips around his cock he moans. 

You bob your head and his hands move to wrap your hair in his hand. You continue to bob until you take him out of your mouth and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and then your place your lips around the tip and suck and look up at him while you do it.

He winks down at you and you smile before removing your lips from his cock. He pulls your face up to his and kisses you roughly.

“Will you grant my wish now?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he chuckles. He moves his hand to align his cock with your entrance and he looks at you and nods as if to ask for approval. You bite your lip and he throws his head back as he thrust up into you hard. You both moan out loudly and he thrust into you again and again, each thrust followed by a moan.

“God I’ve been wanting to do this all day, you feel fucking amazing around my cock.” He whispers against your neck. You both buckle from the pleasure and end up on the floor of the shop. You are underneath him while he continues to thrust into you and your back is arching from the floor.

“Fuck me, oh my God Carl.” You moan out loudly and he moves his hand down to your clit and rubs fast circles.

“I thought I was.” He sarcastically comments and you smile as your eyes widen.

“I’m gonna come.” You shout and he starts to thrust into faster and harder as he pants. It’s not long before your back is arching and your lips have formed the perfect ‘o’ shape. You start to spasm around him and that’s when Carl pulls out of you and comes over the floor, careful not to get any on you. You both lay there panting and staring up at the ceiling.

“Holy fuck.” He says before he stands. “Come on. They’re probably wondering where we are.” He says and you stand as you both get dressed. You buckle up your belt and Carl notices something pink. He walks over and picks it up before showing it to you. “For Judith?” You nod and he puts it in his bag. “Aren’t you glad?” He asks and your furrow your brow.

“Glad about what?” You ask as you both leave the store.

“Aren’t you glad I followed you now?” He says and smirks. You laugh and punch him in the arm.

“No, I can still handle myself.” You laugh as you both head back to Alexandria. Carl doesn’t need to know, but you really are glad that he came. He can follow you every time you leave Alexandria for all you care.

i think the one thing that i have yet to become desensitized to is the rate @ which black trans girls are being murdered. it settles in more as i move forward w/ my transition, like how my existence and presentation decrease my level of safety and also my worth to the world and ppl around me. my gender and race are constant reminders of the fact that i am actually in a good amount of danger and that’s gonna be a constant reminder especially when i leave my house dressed in feminine clothing for the first time

Ok so before I go to bed,

I have spent almost a decade frequently Googling every variation of the question “how do I beat my depression,” and on none of the lists was there a suggestion to get a crockpot. But it has turned a lot of shit around for me that I had accepted could never be changed. I’m getting up earlier to prepare the meals, being more active while I wait, doing chores (even ones that don’t need to be done!), leaving the house more often to get ingredients or waste time while the food is cooking, and eating MUCH healthier than the TV dinners and ramen I used to thrive on.

A crockpot essentially forces you to do things depression holds you back from, and then rewards you with delicious, home-cooked, large-portion meals. And I’m so glad I finally found something that helps. Better late than never, right?