obviously i had to start with them

A guide to being a vocal citizen

For people wondering how to take action post-election of a racist demagogue (pulled from Twitter and cleaned up):

Make a spreadsheet or a file for your representatives with names, addresses to their offices, phone numbers, and contact forms. Put everyone there. Make a note in your calendar app to check in on issues once a month.

Pay attention to news. If you get angry, upset, or worried, seek support from friends but ALSO shoot these reps an email, too. Be courteous but firm and blunt. It’s a numbers game. Often we remain invisible because we don’t go to events and rallies and can’t be physically present. But we can attach our names to emails, we can write letters, we can be vocal. We don’t have to be invisible.

You can do this with your national reps, state reps, and local reps. If someone reps you anywhere, note them. Open a line and revisit it. It’s hard work and slow. One email at a time. One letter at a time. One call at a time. Emails are easy these days, so splurge every few months on a stamp and send a letter if you can. Put your humanity in front of these people. Flout it. Some won’t care, but others will. Change ONE mind and results can cascade.

Rural areas are bubbles full of bigotry and now it’s newly revealed. But we white people who live here have the clout and power! We can speak up when our reps say terrible things, and do terrible things, and vote terrible ways. We can go “I am disappointed in you.” It’s work, but as we’ve seen the last six months, it’s time for us to do that work. If someone goes “who are your reps” you gotta know. If you don’t know and you’re mad about this election, it’s time to create that file and keep it with you and use it.

The time for social media rants only is over. Or, do those, but maybe pull those threads out into a paragraph and send them to your reps. And don’t ONLY email or contact when things go badly. Also reach out when things go right. Even if they voted AGAINST something. Treat them like you would want to be treated if you were wrong or mistaken. But we’ve gotta reach out and let them know we’re here.

Anyway, I know this is hard work. If you need help collecting your reps, give me a ping via DM and I’ll help you get started.

It’s 9:55pm on a Tuesday night

A group of 10 teenage girls come into the restaurant.

“What time do you guys close?”

I say, “We close at 10:00pm”

She replies, “table for ten please”

A little frustrated (because I’m not a fucking hostess/server) I seat them and inform them that a server will be with them shortly.
I have to go to the back and retrieve a server who just got her tips from the day and is packing up to go home.

“_____, we have a table of ten for you..”

She started to cry because she had been there since we OPENED that morning and hadn’t seen her babies that day.

Obviously she’s angry too, and it shows.
But she’s still attentive to the young ladies.

They don’t get up from the table until almost 11:00 and come to the front to pay.

“Our server was a bitch”
“Our server was mean”
“Our server didn’t like us”

“Your server just wanted to go home an hour ago,” I say.

“It’s her job, she’s getting paid, so what?”

I let them know that she’s worked hard today and wanted to be able to see her kids before her husband tucks them in bed.

They pay, leave no tip for her, and leave the building.

The moral of the story is that it’s not “cute” or “cool” to go to restaurants late at night right before they close.
Workers want to go home.
Workers want to see their families.
Workers want to get sleep so they can do it all over again tomorrow.

It doesn’t matter if you’re rude or polite.

When we say that we close at 10:00pm, we would really like to ACTUALLY close at 10:00pm. And even if you leave RIGHT AT closing, that server still has to clean up after you.
Make sure the table is clean, make sure the floor is clean, make sure the dishes are clean and put away, make sure they have their tips, and get a manager to walk them to their car.

We don’t care about your $3 tip.
We want to go home.

Hickeys (Smut)

Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773


I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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forever bitter b/c the moment motherfucking drama queen sirius black chose to find his Chill™ was that precise second when his desperate, distraught, despondent godson asked him to explain thoroughly and in detail how exactly it was that his mother and father got together because his mother OBVIOUSLY hated his father. 

Alternative ‘nah, she didn’t’ canon-plausible Sirius reactions:

  • grabbing Floo Harry by the shoulders and saying, “harry,  your mum loved your dad as much as i loved my motorbike.”
  • listing places he caught them snogging
  • giving an overly detailed three hour oral history of their romance
  • or a three minute oral history in musical form
  • harry, has anyone had the talk with you? do you know what sexual tension is? (remus: sit down, sirius.)
  • reciting from memory the half written sonnet james had started for lily for seventh year valentine’s day, which he made the fatal mistake of chucking in the bin for sirius to find instead of burning it to erase all evidence
  • forcing remus to be lily and doing a dramatic reenactment of james proposing 
RFA ( Requested ) Headcanon ♡

A/N: Oh God, Anon, I’m so sorry I got to this so late! School’s been so stressful to deal with lately and I never had time to get to this until now :( Sadly, next week I have exams so I might not be as active until Christmas break which is obviously starting the weekend of that week. So I’m really sorry for not being as active! I’ll get to as many requests as I can whenever I can to make up for it!

Extra: In some of the headcanons, you have a sibling and in one of them, I used “Y/S/N,” which means “Your sister’s name.”

‣ Luceil Choi/Saeyoung/Seven

  • For the most part, he was pretty calm and confident in himself!
  • Until he saw the look on your dad’s face when he had answered the door
  • 707.exe has stopped working
  • Is he alright?”
  • “He’s fine. Just give him a second.”
  • Your little sister pestered him with questions when he had entered the house
  • “Is your hair naturally that color? Do you really need to wear glasses? Or do you wear them just ‘cause?”
  • Seven allowed her to continue asking questions as he sat with your dad in the living room when you and your mom set the table and got dinner ready
  • Your sister LOVES his 707: Defender of Justice bit!
  • Your dad thought it was a bit odd, but that’s not important
  • Nonetheless, your dad liked him to some degree
  • During dinner, he cracked a couple jokes here and there to lighten up the mood (which your mom loved)
  • ((( poor thing almost said some very inappropriate jokes )))
  • “He’s good with little kids, Y/N. And he has a great sense of humor! I think he’s a keeper!”
  • “M-Mom!”

‣ Jumin Han

  • You know how calm and composed he usually is?
  • Not this time
  • Almost fainted when seeing your parents at the door
  • Stuttered a lot
  • Did I mention he was nervous?
  • You had to pull him into the bathroom so he could calm down and get a small pep talk from you
  • “Jumin, you don’t need to be so nervous, okay? I’m 100% positive they’ll like you!”
  • The pep talked worked
  • He was his usual self and was very open about himself to your parents (surprisingly enough)
  • ((( though he still had his awkward moments )))
  • “Daddy, can you pass the salt?” *both Jumin and Dad reach for it*

‣ Jaehee Kang

  • Calm and confident on the outside
  • Screaming internally
  • Luckily, you were able to book a reservation to a nice restaurant on a day where Jaehee wasn’t working so she wouldn’t be too stressed
  • but poor little baehee was still nervous
  • “They’re… okay with… us, right?”
  • Though, she composed herself nicely and was very formal with your parents (like she usually is)
  • Your parents were so supportive of you two (which made jaehee beyond thrilled)
  • They even put in some money to help with the bakery!!
  • Your parents absolutely adore her and Jaehee loved them!
  • “Y/N, is it alright if we get together with them again? I really like them.”
  • “Anything for you, Jaehee~”

‣ Yoosung Kim

  • Boys usually don’t have to worry too much about what they wear, right?
  • *cue donald trump voice* wrong
  • “Honey, just wear something casual! We’re not going to a five star restaurant.”
  • “U-Um… Is an LOLOL shirt okay?”
  • “Maybe not that causal…”
  • “He cleans up well, huh, Y/N?” (mother speaking)
  • Nearly fainted when your brother came in and glared daggers at him
  • Long story short, your brother is very protective of you
  • Literally scared the shit out of Yoosung
  • However, your parents came to the rescue and lightened the mood a bit by separating the two
  • Yoosung ended up going with your mother in the kitchen and she got to know him as they cooked together
  • Your brother overheard their talking and nearly flipped when he heard Yoosung say he played LOLOL
  • Because he plays too!!
  • Yoosung probably exchanged numbers with your mother and brother so they could talk more

‣ Hyun Ryu/Zen

  • Joked around to hide the fact that he was nervous
  • “Shouldn’t they be the ones being nervous? They’re meeting THE Zen!”
  • Zen was right
  • Your mom and older sister were really excited, yet very nervous, to meet him
  • Your dad could care less about his popularity tbh
  • Upon entering, your sister played it off like it was a surprise to see him
  • “O-Oh wow! I thought Y/N was joking when she said she was dating you!”
  • “Y/S/N, I told you loads of times about him. I even showed you pictures!”
  • Your dad wasn’t too fond of him riding a motorcycle because he sees it as a way for you to get hurt
  • But he liked Zen, for the most part
  • And, of course, your mom loved him since she was a huge fan of him
  • ((( this lead to some jaehee level fangirling here )))
calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”


“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 


“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”


“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.


“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.

So awhile ago, I received a message from someone who I had seen often in my notes, asking if they could send me some stuff just as a thank you for everything I do for this blog.

I was…shocked, to say the least. It was so incredibly sweet!! I was honestly speechless, as I never EVER foresaw things like this happening to me when I made my first post here and started this thing. Well today I received a package and I have to admit it brought a tear to my eye. I wish I had the words to describe my feelings! Thank you @etherealbatwing for making my entire day, my entire month! I’m 1000000% in love with these prints, the key chain, and OF COURSE THE HBC~!

I love this fandom, and I’ve met and talked to so many delightful people thanks to Cheritz and MM. Etherealbatwing, you are obviously one of them. I’m so happy to have you as a friend now, you are so kind and funny and a great friend to fangirl with over these damn characters we love too much lolol! Although I in no way, shape or form expect this shit ever, damn do I appreciate the hell out of it. Anyway, back to staring at this stuff hahaha I have to pick up some more frames now! 😘😍

This is more funny than angry. (also, DoubleTree girl again, hi)

So, I was being trained as a bartender and one of the things we always had at the ready was maraschino cherries, which I LOVE. So my trainer (I’ll call her Leslie again) Told me I could have a few, so I did… And I got a little addicted…
I started sneaking them every chance I got and at one point, obviously, I got caught literally red handed. Leslie told me to follow her and she showed me a full fridge in the kitchen that was nothing but jars of maraschino cherries. She just turns to me and with a laugh says “You don’t have to sneak them. We have plenty.”

So I didn’t hold back the rest of the day. I must have gone through two jars. I learned the hard way that maraschino cherries are not good for you. They’re more chemical than cherry. I got SUPER sick… Which Leslie found hilarious.


Show of hands, how many people did ‘Mindful Education’ hit way too close to home for?

It seemed throughout the series thus far Steven has managed to maintain his innocence, and that itself hasn’t changed. But it also seemed like nothing bothered him- at least not too much. But we’ve been building up to this, and its been a long time coming. 

I think Bismuth was the first time Steven really started to realize that he (and the Crystal Gems) had done some things that were truly morally gray. ‘Us Vs. Them’ was nothing new to him, but it’s different when you’re facing someone that’s one of your own. That didn’t mean the fight wasn’t necessary, but it also doesn’t mean it was any easier to face. 

Jasper was obviously different- she’s been presented as nothing but a villain through the series. But Steven? Given the opportunity he still wants to help, because that’s just who he is. Thing is, you can’t give advise to someone who isn’t ready to listen. It’s not your fault that they aren’t taking the helping hand you’re trying to give, but it still hurts when they don’t. 

Eyeball was a combination of Steven’s most pressing issues (and possibly why she was imagined as the biggest of Stevonnie’s visions). He tried to take the tactic of saying he WAS his mother- not that Eyeball believed him at first. Then she cracks her gem, and lets him help her despite herself. This of course ultimately becomes his undoing. Because Steven managed to heal her gem, she finally believes that he is Rose Quartz and wants him dead. For someone who believes in helping anyone no matter what, and always believes the best in people, this is probably a pretty big blow for him. At the time he was obviously focused on staying alive, which happened to result in sending her spiraling out into endless space. It was necessary, but it was a blow on two fronts: He finally used his mother’s legendary abilities to do what she would have done (heal someone), but ends up doing something that might effectively kill them when things went wrong- which when it comes to light, is also something that she probably would have done.

And it doesn’t sit easy with him. 

Up until this point all Steven ever wanted to do was to be able to fill his mother’s shoes. We already had this:

I’m not Rose Quartz.

But what happens when you discover that the person you’ve been trying so hard to become did things  you would never, not even in your wildest dreams, do? Worse yet: What happens when you do those exact same things?

When you spend too much time trying to be someone else, you start to lose yourself.  Steven feels not only that he has to be Rose Quartz, but that everyone else expects him to be Rose Quartz too. Above all, he just wants to make everyone happy, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness in return. So if that means suppressing everything he’s feeling about what’s happened, that’s what he’s going to try to do. 

And that’s when Rose goes from this:

To this:

You can’t hold all that inside and function long term, you just can’t. 

It’s scary to face the parts of yourself that you don’t like, and even harder to face the things you’ve done that you’re not proud of. But your inner demons are part of you too, and if you don’t face them they will devour you. 

Worse yet they can hurt the people around you and destroy the relationships that keep you whole. If you try to constantly push down the things that are haunting you for the sake of everyone around you, you will only isolate and destroy yourself. 

Garnet Said it best:

To find balance you must understand your feelings. To understand your feelings, you must see them clearly without running from them.

And that is a lesson we could all do to learn.

A life without them ***SPOILERS***

Carl Grimes Imagine!
A/N: This is based off of S7E1 and i just had this idea in my head for a while. I wrote it like two days ago but Tumblr decided to delete everything so i had to start over >:[ p.s: contains spoilers, so obviously don’t read if you havent seen the episode.
Triggers: blood. gore?? death

This is what i get for wanting to tag along. I was currently sitting in the line-up, between Rick and Sasha. Negan smiles as he walks by. My eyes wander to the bat covered in barbed wire resting on his shoulder. He holds it up for all of us to see. “This… this is Lucille. And she is awesome.” he chuckles. I glare at him. He then turns his head to look at me. “All this, all this just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.” He points the bat each of us. I look over at my boyfriend, Carl, fear evident in my eyes. He looks at me with a somewhat reassuring smile. Though i know he’s scared. Maybe more than me. “What are you two lookin’ at?” We turn our heads to see Negan staring at us. He stalks over in front of Carl. He studies him for a moment before turning to Rick. “This is your kid, right?” He roars with laughter. “This is definitely your kid” Carl risks a glance at me. Unfortunately, that was the wrong move.

Negan looks over at me. A smile creeps it’s way onto his face. Rick takes my hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “And i’m assuming this is his little princess?” He laughs. “JUST STOP THIS!” Rick yells next to me. “HEY” Negan says pointing the bat at Rick. “Do not make me kill the little future serial killer” He says pointing the bat just centimeters away from my face. “or her lover.” He points the bat towards Carl. “Don’t make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody. Everybody’s at the table waiting for me to order.” Negan says then looks back at me. He smirks. “I got an idea.”

He grabs me by the arm and pulls me to my feet. Rick’s hand is yanked from mine. Negan drags me to the center. He whistles, and suddenly, the group, my family, all have guns to the back of their heads. “You, pretty little lady, are gonna choose who gets to meet my girl Lucille.” He smirks. Negan grips my arm so hard i’ll surely have a bruise. But i’m not to concerned about that right now.

Panic. Panic. Panic.
I can’t do it.
“Now i’m gonna give you 10 seconds, or i’ll have my boys blow every single one of their heads off.” Negan smiles like he just said the funniest thing ever.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m shaking now.
I can’t.
Negan’s voice gets louder and louder.
I can’t.
He’s yelling now.
I can’t let any of them die.
I can’t.
“Times up sweetheart.”
I won’t.
I hear the guns click.
And everything goes silent.

A smile slowly grows on Negan’s face. “Brave princess.” He chuckles. I look at Daryl. The man who i’ve looked up to as a brother. He looks at me with so much fear and sadness in his eyes. I look at Rick, he was like a father to me. He meets my eyes and i know he’s breaking. He can’t watch his people die. I look at Carl. My love. My everything. He looks back at me with sonething i cant quite make out. Anger? Like he’s mad i could even think of making this choice. Sadness? Like maybe he’s about to lose it all. Understanding? Like he knows i couldn’t live with anyone dying for me. One by one, i look at everyone in the group.

I look at Glenn. He’s crying. So are Maggie and Rosita. I glance at Abraham, who looks like hes about to explode. I finally turn back to Negan and give him a small nod. At first, i don’t think he notices, but then he chuckles again. “Time to go, princess.” He smiles and raises that bat over his head. I don’t close my eyes. I don’t flinch. I just wait. I wait for the skull crushing pain. But it never comes. “STOP. Take me instead” i hear a voice say. I really hope it’s not who i think it is. It’s not. I look over at Abraham, who’s eyes are full of rebellion. Negan roars with laughter. “Looking out for the princess, huh?”

Abraham clenches his jaw. “Well if you insist” Negan says and i instantly step up. “No please, don’t kill him.” I beg. Negan just laughs at me. “NO! No please, please don’t kill him. Kill me instead please.” Negan chuckles. “No, im gonna bash his skull in, and you’re gonna watch.” One if Negan’s men grab me by the arms and drag me to wear Abraham was. “You gotta get used to the real world, princess. So, you close your eyes, you look away, ill bring this bat down on another one if y'all’s head so fast you wont know what happened til they’re dead.” Negan says. I look at Abraham, who gives me a small nod. My lip trembles and i look at Daryl who has literal murder in his eyes. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.”
Negan says and before i can react, brings the bat down in Abraham’s head. Hard. I flinch, but i don’t look away. The bat comes away bloody. Abraham looks back up at Negan with defiance.
“Ho! Ho! Look at that! Taking it like a champ!” Negan laughs. Abraham glares at him. “Suck. My. Nuts.” He says. That’s when i knew it was all over. “Damn” Negan says and brings the bat down on Abraham’s head again. Over and over and over again. All i can do is stare.

When he’s done, Negan gets right up in my face. “Get the picture, sweetheart?” He says to me. That’s when Daryl loses it and shoves me out of the way, then punches Negan in the face. At least 4 men including the one that was holding me tackle Daryl. Negan just laughs. He then uses the end of the bat to hit Daryl in the stomach a few times. “Take him to the truck. We got ourselves a fighter.” He says. “Listen, i don’t tolerate any of that, and i need you all to know me.” He says before turning and smashing his bat onto Glenn’s head.“ Someone screamed. It’s takes me a few seconds to realize it was me. The bat comes away with blood and flesh hanging off of it.

The rest goes by in a blur. Negan taking Rick. Almost forcing him to cut Carl’s arm off. I knew i couldn’t freak out. So i sat there. Numb.
By the time Negan’s crew left itwas morning. No one says anything. No one moves. Thats when i lose it. I start bawling, not being able to breathe. Carl crawls over to me and cradles me in his arms. “Shh baby its ok. We’ll be ok” He says gently. I don’t have to look up to know everyone is watching. But i really don’t care. “It’s all my fault.” I mumble. “No, no i promise it’s not.” Carl says after a second. “Yes it is! If Negan would’ve just killed me this could’ve been over! Abraham wouldn’t have died! Maybe even Glenn would still be alive! This is all my fault!” I scream. “No, no Abraham made his choice for you, and you has nothing to do with Glenn.” Carl says reassuringly. I bury my head in his chest and sob uncontrollably for the next 10 minutes. I don’t look up, but i know they moved the bodies.

Maybe i could’ve saved them. This is all my fault. I should’ve died, not them. I cry, until i slowly feel myself fade into unconsciousness with only one thought on my mind.

These people are my family. Death doesn’t scare me. A life without them does.

Mik Thinks

I’ve always been someone that procrastinated my work and assignments. I would just rather keep scrolling on my phone, watching the next episode of a show, basically anything rather than having to deal with the work load that I must complete.

This is why I need a ler in my life.

Obviously when it comes to lees, their form of punishment would be tickling. They want their ler to tickle them until they start their homework.

Now this would not work for me, because if my ler tickled me to start my homework, I would never end up starting it because I would just want tickles the whole time.

THATS why I need a ler that REFUSES to tickle me until I have finished my homework. They would not touch me, tickle me, tease me, or barely even pay attention to me until I had finished all the work I needed.

That would very quickly motivate me, especially if they sat near me, maybe wiggling their fingers or winking and raising their eyebrows whenever I glanced up at them.

And the second they notice my pencil going down, they have me pinned or in a hold, cooing in my ear and dragging their fingers over my body.

“That’s my good girl. Was it really so hard? Now you get a special reward from me. Tickle tickle tickle…”

Reaction - Gruvia Oneshot

AN: Hi, this is my first attempt at writing in English, sooo I’m sorry if it sucks!




 Gray was acting weird lately. Not around his friends, of course. He still had those long e happy conversations with Lucy; played comfortably with Wendy; shared a few drinks with Cana and - obviously - his fights with Natsu never appeared to end (and for that, Erza would aways reprehend them). Everything looked exactly the same, except for his relationship with a certain water mage.

It started when Juvia showep up at the guild in a regular morning. She quickly went to compliment her beloved, whom was already with his group of friends at one of the tables, and then went to seat with Gajeel, Levy and Lily. So far so good. But a few minutes later, Gray walked until them and seated next to the bluennette… a little too close. There was a lot of space, but he seemed comfortable with his shoulders and knees touching hers, and that didn’t pass unnoticed by Levy and the black exceed. But after some pondering about how their proximity was completely normal - and even predictable - after almost a year living together, they decided to let it go.


The following morning, Gray and Juvia were side by side in front of the quest board. Both seemed very focused reading the descriptions of each mision. When Juvia accidentaly dropped one of the pamphlets and lowered herself to pick it, some strands of hair covered her face. The ice mage promptly put it behind her ear, almost causing the bluennet to faint - wich could happen anytime from the look of her very red face and the steam coming out of her head -, and then turned his attention back to the board as if nothing happened.

Cana, who watched the whole scene, was open-mouthed and nearly dropped her beloved barrel on the floor.

- I have to stop drinking so early.. - She said in desbelief and seriously doubting her discerniment capacity in a drunkenness state.


The day Team Natsu decided to watch something in Lucy’s new movie lacrima, Juvia just arrived from a mission with Gajeel.

- Can we go already? - Natsu snorted impatient. - Me and Happy want to sleep in Lucy’s bed.

- Aye!

- Who said anything about sleeping in my bed?! - The blonde said exasperated.

- I’ll be right back. - Gray went after Wendy and Juvia. They were headed to the infirmary, where the young dragon slayer was fast using her magic in the water mage’s most serious injuries.

- Juvia is fine, Wendy. You don’t have to bend over backwards because of this. - The bluennet smiled kindly to the child. - Juvia will be brand new in no time, thanks to you.

- No need to be grateful for it, Juvia-san. I’m glad I could help you. - Wendy blushed a little and soon realized they weren’t alone. Gray was in the room, and he seemed really worried. - I’m gonna dispose of this bandages and be right back. If you feel anything, please let me know.

- Tough job? - The dark haired boy asked once they were alone and approached the bed Juvia was seated.

- Oh, not really! Juvia thinks Wendy overdid it a little.. Ouch! - Juvia moaned with pain after trying to get up, and soon she was seated again pressing her hands firmly against her ribs.

- Be careful. - He warned, standing right in front of her with a serious look in his face, and searched for more wounds on her body with his eyes. - Where else does it hurt?

- Nowhere, Dr. Gray-sama. - She smiled playfully, hoping that would tranquilize him. - You will not get rid of Juvia so easily.

- That’s the last thing I want. - Gray showed his most flatterer smile to her and put his hands kindly on her pale face. Juvia felt like her heart was going to scape through her mouth.

- G-Gray-sama… What are you doing?

Before they could do anything, Natsu slammed the door open.

- GRAY, WE NEED TO GO! NOW! - The dragon slayer yelled.

- Natsu! Stop being so annoying and slow! They’re talking! - Lucy came inside the infirmary as well and started pulling the pink haired boy out.  - I’m sorry about this, guys!

Alone, again, the brunet snorted with anger.

- That moron! - He whispered to himself.

- Gray-sama is going out on a mission? - The bluenette asked with curiosity.

- I wish. We’re going to watch a movie, or something like that, in Lucy’s place. - Gray rolled his eyes. - Wanna come?

- Juvia would love to! - Juvia said excited, but the twinge in her ribs turned the enthusiasm into disappointment. - Perhaps Juvia should wait until she’s completely recovered.

- Yeah. - The ice mage sighed. - I have to go now.. Sorry. I’ll come back later to see how you’re doing.

- Thanks for coming and checking up on Juvia. - She offered him a big, brilliant and beautiful smile. Gray felt his cheeks becoming warm. 

- Juvia’s really happy.

- I-It was nothing.

- Would Gray-sama like to go on a mission with Juvia, when she’s feeling better? - Juvia asked bashfully; the nervousness evident in her voice.

The crooked smile that only made him look more handsome was back in his face, then.

- Sure.


When Gray left the infirmary, Lucy looked at him with a very malicious smile.

- What?

- I heard you two. - She said, causing him to blush violently. - We can wait until Juvia is feeling better. She could come with us and you guys could be toget-

- S-Shut up! - He said with a scowl.


Walkind down the bustling streets of Magnolia, Erza suddenly stopped walking when she saw, through the big window of a café, two familiar figures. Juvia was trying very hard to eat a dessert - but without much success, ‘cause her face was getting all sugary in the process - while Gray laughed affectionately, having fun with the bluenette’s lack of skill. That scene made a sweet smile appear almost automatically in Erza’s features, especially when the brunet pretended to stretch his arms just to put one of them around Juvia’s shoulders. He was finally being “a little more resolute”.

Since the end of the Alvarez Empire’s war, the ice mage seemed to be genuinely happy. A kind of happiness that he never allowed himself to feel before. And of course - the re-equip mage knew for sure - Juvia was behind this. 


When they stopped if front of the Fairy Hills’ entrance, the water mage embraced her beloved in a tight hug.

- Juvia knows it wasn’t a real date, but this was the best night of her life. Thank you, Gray-sama!

- But it was a real-

- Gray-sama is acting.. Hm.. Different with Juvia. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but-

- Juvia. - Gray called her with amusement. He couldn’t believe his ears…

- Yes? - She looked at him with expectation.

- I promised an answer, right?

- Gray-sama doesn’t have to worry about-

- This is what’s going on.

At first she looked honestly confused but, a few long seconds later, the bluenette finally seemed to understand what Gray was talking about.

- O-Oh… - Juvia said, looking at her own feet. Each second that passed, her face becoming even more red. - Oh! So… Gray-sama… Juvia…?

Before she could say some nonsense or do anything, Gray grabbed her by the waist and touched her lips gently with his. He almost smiled when she stopped breathing in the beginning of the kiss. Then, not much seconds later, they pulled apart - just a few centimeters.

- Did you get it now, right?

- Gray-sama… Are you sure? - She whispered, with her eyes still closed, and Gray kissed her again. This time, really slow and a little deeper, but as tender as the first one. - But Juvia is- One more kiss.

- I’ll keep kissing you until I get a normal Juvia reaction. - He said just about to capture her lips again, but stopped after realizing that her eyes were watery. - J-Juvia! Did I do something wrong?! - The brunet was exasperated.

- Can Juvia hug you… Anytime and anywhere she wants?

- Er.. Yeah. You already do this, actually. - The ice mage was confused.

- And.. Can Juvia kiss you? - The bluenette bit her bottom lip. - Even if she really enjoys doing it? She might get addicted..

That made him laugh loudly.

- I am honestly hoping for that to happen. - And that’s when the “normal Juvia reaction” happened. She jumped euphoric in his arms and kissed her Gray-sama passionately.

Request 30-Tattoo

I took the tea from my best friends hands and rested in the chair that sat opposite the window. As I took small sips I watched small groups of people walk past; some of them already clearly drunk, some just starting their night out. Cassie, Jaime and I still had another 3 hours before we could go out to town.

Tying the lace on my Doc Martins I adored the small tattoos that crawled up the outside of my leg. Each of them delicately hand drawn by Jamie and Cassie. I was mesmerized by the beautiful artwork when an unusual voice echoed through the room. “Hi, uh I booked an appointment for a tattoo. Obviously.” Who the fuck told winnie the pooh to get a tattoo.

I looked up to see a tall, 6"2 maybe 3, man stood at the counter. He was dressed in mostly all black and his hair swept to the side as if he never left his emo phase. A beautiful black leather jacket covered his broad shoulders and a black t-shirt hung off his body. Cassie was already talking him through the process before and after his tattoo. “You must be Dan” I interrupted, offering my hand.  He seemed polite and took hold of my hand shaking it a little. “I’m y/n. I think I’m doing your tattoo today.” I couldn’t be more pleased that this man would be my last tattoo of the day.

After a little small talk we walked over to the tattoo chair where all of my equipment was. “So this is the tattoo you want?” I asked pointing to a small crumpled piece of paper he handed me earlier. He nodded his head and removed the jacket. I couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the definition in his upper arms. He was surprising me with everything he did.

I rolled up the sleeve of my laced dress and pulled the metal trolley closer to me. As I lifted my head I saw how Dans eyes had widened at the sight of my arm. Before snapping him out of his trance I searched his eyes. They were like pools of chocolate, capable of trapping anyone. “Dan” I laughed bringing him from his fascination. He shook his head a little and pointed at my forearm.
“They’re amazing” he said in awe.
“Thanks” I laughed looking down at the words and pictures that coated my skin. A thick rose vine swirled around my arm making its way to my shoulder. Petals and thorns rained off the vine. Some replaced by lyrics that caught my heart, some replaced by skulls that caught my mind.

The small purple marker traced over the simple pattern that I previously coppied. Dan let out a small chuckle as the pen ran over his soft slightly tanned skin.

My hair swung behind my back as I wipped the cold blue cream off the inside of his arm. I couldn’t believe the softness of his skin. “This shouldn’t hurt too much by the way. Just thought I’d reassure you.” I laughed before taking the tattoo iron in my more dominant hand. “Okay?” I checked when his breath hitched. He nodded his head and I began guiding the needles.

Five minutes past and he seemed to adjust to the small pain. “So what’s the reason behind your tattoo?” I questioned as I continued tracing the pokeball. “There’s no deep reason for it” he laughed again, “I’m just a huge nerd basically. I’ve always played pokemon so why not be a huge nerd and go all the way.” He finished his sentence with a giggle realising how dorky he sounded.

“What about yours” he sounded curious about the ink that made a home on my body. I thought about what to explain first; the rose vine that he noticed earlier, the butterflies that flew up my neck, the pocket watch on my chest.

I decided to explain the meaning behind the pocket watch as it was the most absurd tattoo on me. “Well this is uh… basically I’m a huge fan of Alice In Wonderland and somethings that everyone recognises from it are the pocket watch, the hat which is further under my dress, and the eat me cake and drink me potion which you can see parts of out of my dress.” I finished explaining, managing to never take my eyes off Dans tattoo.

Leaning back in my chair I placed the iron back on the metal table. I wipped away the ink that surrounded his now permanent pokeball. I took the time to move the neck of my dress over and show him my collection of tattoos. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he saw they weren’t what someone would expect.

“So uh Dan, you sure you don’t want any colour in this?” He looked down at the outline and I watched as his brain ticked. “I could put some red in, like a pokeball.” I saw confusion form on his face “My best friend, Jamie, is a huge nerd.” I filled in the blanks for him. He nodded along and I began filling the space with a bright red ink.

Time past and I finally finished Dans tattoo. The red on his arm stood out from the black outline. From what he told me, it suited him. I cleared the ink away and applied a small amount of anti-bacterial cream before covering the tattoo with a non stick bandage. I explained the instructions he’d need to follow until the area fully healed.

“If anything happens that you don’t think is normal be right back here okay” I added before he left the parlour. I watched as he made is way down the street. “He’s just gonna come back so he can see you!” Jamie laughed. I rolled my eyes at his comment, secretly hoping he was right.

A/N: Just so people can get an idea of the tattoos I’m drawing them and they’ll be done later in the week so drop me a message if you want to see the ideas.

Couple of smaller theories...

just wanted to add a couple more thoughts that i’ve had to the theory post i made yesterday

1. the two glitches that occurred so far both had jack wearing headphones. however, whenever anti showed up in the past, almost every time he appeared he wasn’t wearing them… (maybe this proves that it’s jack and not anti trapped)

2. Is it just me or is “Jack” starting to wear black a lot more again??

3. It would make a lot of sense that this’ll all culminate on Jack’s birthday; Halloween was all about the spooks and scary stuff, and for us, it was all about anti. However, Jack’s birthday is (obviously) all about Jack. So maybe, similar to how Anti was the most powerful on Halloween, Jack might be able to have enough strength (along with the support of all of the stuff we normally create in celebration of it) to overcome him on Feb 7.

Long story warning.

This was as a customer but still pissed me off. I was eating with my fiance at a meat and milkshake, its always pretty busy at this store cause its near a popular shopping spot in a touridt town. Its also pretty small holding maybe 50 people max. So there is usually a wait but never that bad and from what i have seen they have a decent turnover time.

Anyway we get seated in a corner where i can pretty much see the whole place. I had noticed this one irritated family, i think they were a party of 9 or 10, and out of reflex from being a server was keeping an eye on them in the waiting area. I had a feeling they were going to start something from the sour looks on all there faces and designer shopping bags they left scattered all over the lobby.

They were waiting for probably no more than 15 minutes cause in a restaurant that small and crowded it was obviously going to take some time. The servers were trying to put together one large table and was just waiting on one older couple to leave, which should not have been long seeing as their plates were empty and they were waiting for a ticket.

I saw the hostess go talk to the family several times, probably trying to reassure them it wouldnt be much longer. The last time she did this though i saw one of the sons, college aged and stereotypical white frat boy looking jerk, get in her personal space and point to a row of booths. The poor girl looked panicked cause they were getting clean but there was obviously more people waiting and it didnt make sense to break the party up to take up so many tables.

Yet as entitled people unfortunatly do they got their wish. Instead of waiting the few extra minutes they all filed into not three, which would have held them all, but four booths! Now some people might not see a problem with this, they were going to be seated any way so what does it matter right? Wrong! Very wrong!

They were going to originally be seates at a six top and a four top pushed together, only taking up two tables which probably were in the same section to begin with. But because of their asshole demands they were taking up four four tops which from the looks of it were in different servers sections. So now they had to either break up the tickets or a server has to hop all over the place to try and get that whole order together which is so rude that i am getting angry thinking about it.

I felt so bad for the clearly mostly teenage staff trying to put up with them, especialoy since they kept blocking traffic by getting up and down to talk to one another (and with all their bags) when it wouldnt have been an issue if they waited just five mintues more. I wish i had been able to see how their meal was handled, mostly to give me a chance to jump to defend the hard working staff which they were no doubt abusing, but we had to leave shortly after. I at least hope they left a decent tip since they obviously had so much money to spare. But seeing as its a rather cheap place to eat and they were jerks i doubt it. I made a point to tell our server/hostess that they were extra great and made a note when the manager came around asking how everything was going. I just wish i could have done more, like spill my drink all over those dumb assholes but the milkshake was too good to waste.

Tl;dr some jerk rich white family takes up a lot of space in a small restaurant, throwing off the seating chart and sections and making it hard for everone to move down the aisle

Let’s be real though Robin and Frederick could’ve been one of the best pairings in the game if their supports had dealt at all with Frederick growing out of his distrust of Robin and them both starting to see each other as allies and people they could trust and that then growing into more

But ya know obviously bear jerky was the better narrative choice and the only thing that could have brought the two together 


Ace Valentine Story

About a year and a half ago, I was on Omegle (Yes, that site where they connect you with random strangers and let you chat) and I met this person who did an RP (roleplay, fandom, obviously) with me. It went pretty well, so we decided to start doing another, and we began doing it long-term, first on twitter dm, and then on tumblr. We started chatting a bit and I felt we had a sort of connection, which led to us becoming close friends.

After a while (not sure whether months or weeks,) they disappeared off tumblr for a few days and I had no idea what happened to them. When they returned a few day later, I found out that they had attempted suicide. I don’t want to say too much because I know they’re sensitive about this, but their life was really rough at that point, and they had depression and other issues and they were very, very alone in it all. Of course, being a human who understands the sanctity of life, I was concerned, and as any decent person would be, I didn’t want someone to take their own life. So, I tried my best to help them, to talk to them and convince them there was something worth living for.

It wasn’t easy. Dealing with a person going through depression and trying to help them when you’re on an entirely different continent isn’t easy. But they slowly opened up to me and I’m very proud of them for letting someone in in their situation. At some point along the way, I just kind of realized that I cared for them very much. Deeper than a friendship, but I had no idea what it was at that time. That was also around the time when I realized I was ace and I found out about my romantic orientation. But I didn’t realize my feelings for them for what they were yet.

It all kinda just came out one day (a fucking leap day, to be exact) when we were doing those ask things  on tumblr where you ask people who their tumblr crush is and stuff like that. Well, we asked each other the same thing, and… it turned out we were each other’s tumblr crushes. And when we talked about it a bit more, it turned out we actually liked each other, not just our blogs and stuff. And it hit me like a brick wall. So I did the logical next step and asked them to be my partner. Don’t ask me what compelled me to do it, I just felt like I wanted to, like it was the perfect time and that it made total sense. I mean, I liked them, they liked me, why the fuck not? So I asked. And they said yes.

We worked out the whole me-being-ace thing and they were really cool with it, and I really appreciate that. I feel very lucky that I could find someone who is accepting of who I am, and they are so much more than I could have ever asked for in a partner.

So… yeah. I fell in love online with someone whose real name I didn’t even know until we were actually in a relationship, whose face I’d hadn’t even seen until a short while before I’d asked them, someone I had met literally by chance.

And that’s the story of my online relationship with my partner @onmywaytofandomhell! Happy Valentine’s to all the aces out there!

I couldn’t write this in the usual “that feeling when” format I normally do, so here’s something different for today. I hope it’s okay.

First of all, I admire every single one of you ADHD fellows who can just post stuff and send messages without obsessively double-checking and triple-checking them a trillion times. I wish I could be more like that.

I have always been described as a “talented writer” and it kind of clashed with the fact that everything I ever wrote was riddled with typos. I knew how those words were supposed to be spelled but I kept spelling them wrong anyway, without noticing it. It obviously didn’t make any sense to me because I knew I was a good writer. I didn’t get diagnosed until last month, so for 19 long years I didn’t know that the typos had nothing to do with my writing skills. So, my natural response to this irritating problem was to start hyperfixating on avoiding spelling errors. Check, double-check, triple-check, check, check, check. Check one more time. Am I sure I paid attention to every single word? Check again. Check, check, check.

It absolutely destroys me if I’ve made a typo and it’s too late to fix it. It’s a nightmare. A worst-case scenario. This intense obsession I’ve built around correct spelling has damaged my self-esteem… a lot. Even now that I know I’m prone to make lots of typos because of my ADHD, I still won’t allow myself to be any less than perfect in that area. Even when writing in English. English is not my native language, so I know that I should cut myself some slack for that at least. But I never do. And I’m so tired of being like this.

P.S. I spent such a long time writing and checking this submission for possible errors that when I finally went to submit it, the page had expired. Oh, the irony.