on 4 hours of sleep no less

Good habits to work on

Here are some habits I think we should all have in mind:

  • Drink enough water.
  • Drink more tea, and less coffee.
  • Walk as much as you can every day.
  • Do yoga or some kind of flexibility workout.
  • Go outside as much as you can. 
  • Study in a park if you can.
  • Take your dog for a walk if you have one.
  • Have plants.
  • Eat more fruits and veggies (4 or 5 servings of each, each day, would be best).
  • Reduce or eliminate dairy products.
  • Eat breakfast, always, period.
  • Take algae-based vitamin D supplements if you don’t get at least 15 mins of exposure to sun every day.
  • Sleep around 8 hours every day.
  • Go to sleep and wake up at similar times every day.
  • Drink a glass of water after waking up.
  • Try meditation before even starting your day.
  • Work on your awareness at any time. Pause, breathe, and concentrate on your surroundings. 
  • Don’t blame yourself for the bad things that happen to you.
  • Believe in yourself.
  • Watch inspirational videos to get you on the right mood to work.
  • Studying is important, but your health is even more. No all-nighters.
  • Keep your room/appartment clean, for a clear mind.
  • So tidy up also!!
  • Use music to cheer you up if needed.
  • Listen to a good podcast while doing boring chores like laundry or dishes.
  • Be nice to the people around you. You know that someone saying something they shouldn’t, doesn’t mean they mean it.
  • Try volunteering for a good cause.
  • Don’t stress too much, you’ll figure it out.
My rules of running (based on my experience)

1) eat at least 2 hours before running. If it’s something light and carby, it can be less but at least 45 minutes

2) stop drinking water 50-60 minutes before running. It causes cramps

3) 3+ liters of water daily

4) sleep is your BEST friend. Sleep is as/more important than the work you’re doing. You will stay where you are or get worse if you don’t sleep enough, it is the body’s opportunity to rebuild what you broke down during running/training

5) always eat *enough (*= however much until you feel full and satisfied. Try to stick to whole foods and fruit&veggies, but the world won’t end when you eat something processed. Treat yourself often, you deserve it girl!). Also note that your fitness is what’s inside of you and not entirely aesthetic

6) don’t spend too much energy on nutrition. The best athletes have a general guideline of what to eat during training, but you should never restrict yourself if you’re training at a high volume. Or even if you’re not. Just eat freely you’ll feel better while running, guaranteed

7) enjoy every single run. There will be times where you can’t pound the pavement due to injury or something else so never take any run for granted

8) trial of miles, miles of trials. There will be a daily grind that isn’t always glamorous but it’ll always be there and there’s comfort in that

9) workouts are the place to get better. In order to get better, you need to push your body into discomfort. Be honest about what that means to you

10) LEAVE YOUR NEGATIVITY AT THE DOOR. Being negative is a choice, no matter what. Don’t choose it!!!!!

11) trust that process. You’re doing everything you do for a reason. Trust that it WILL get you where you want to go.

12) shitting in the woods is okay and even encouraged!!!

Period talk

Everyone with a vagina knows they gotta put up with some bullshit from mother nature every month (usually). If you’re like me, periods can be celabratory because BITCH U AINT PREGNANT! Ima give u some tips to make your period a lil less hellish and hopefully even a lil shorter.


1- Wear pads at night. I know they arent the most comftorable thing but TSS is far more uncomftorable I promise you. I don’t trust sleeping in tampons because of the risk of them staying in for too long. (Always change your tampons every 5-7 hours) 

2- Heat relieves cramps and also helps blood flow. Soak a washcloth in hot water and put it over your abdomen, sit in a hot bath, take a hot shower, sit in a sauna ect 

3- Stick to drinking strictly water and tea (same thing) this will help with breakouts, fatigue, headaches, bloating, ect. Peppermint, ginger, and chamomile tea are great for cramps. 

4- Ive noticed that the less I snack on shitty foods, the shorter my period is. I cant back this up really, but cutting out candy, chips, soda and replacing them with water and fruits has helped end my period quicker.

5- AVOID SODIUM LIKE THE PLAGUE

6- Wear cotton underwear and preferably not too tight pants/shorts just so you can let your cootchie breath. 

7- Lmao y’all are gunna hate me for this but honestly working out on your period works wonders. It gets the blood flow going, gets rid of cramps, andddd (my fav thing about periods) your metabolism is fastest during your period so eating healthy and excercise can actually help you lose a few pounds. When I was trying to lose weight i hit a platue and my period helped me get past it.

8- Carry 5 tampons with you, an extra pair of panties, tylenol, and a water bottle wherever you go. Also mark your calender or get Period Tracker app so you can be as prepared as you can for when your period decides to ruin your day. When you are on your period, wear dark clothing and bring a jacket/long sweater so you can either tie your jacket around your waist to cover your ass if you bleed through. This is also great if you’re like me who need to wear pads and tampons and want to cover the underwear lines.

9- MY FAV TIP. Masturbating atleast twice a day (but no ones stopping you from going on more) helps with cramps and speeds up blood flow to end your period quicker. Amazing. Sex is also good for this but I personally hate having sex on my period, that dick be high fiving my period cramps like they a team or some shit.


This is all I could come up with so hopefully it helps you. Stay smart, fresh, and beautiful my lovely hoes.

Much Needed Sleep (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: passing out, swearing.

ANGST

Request:Could you do one where the reader has insomnia and barely sleeps. She lies to the rest of them (the avengers) so they don’t worry. She has about 4 hours sleep a night, sometimes less. When she’s doing a mission, she collapses from exhaustion. Angst. Thanks Hun!


Originally posted by heyitsalebaexx

Insomnia. Fucking. Sucks. You spend most nights exhausted to where you can barely keep your eyes open but when your eyes are closed, nothing. You want to sleep, but you just can’t. It doesn’t help that you’re an Avenger.

You were getting ready for a mission, and Steve noticed the bags under your eyes. “Y/N, ya’ll alright?” He asked. You looked up and looked at him for a second before smiling.

“Fine, why?” You asked.

“You look exhausted… why don’t you stay behind?” He asked. You shook your head.

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✨🌹goals for 2017🌹✨

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1. Drink more water because I want to respect and treat the beautiful vessel that is my body better.
2. Keep my room clean because a tidy room helps me focus better and strips some of my anxiety away.
3. Write things down so I don’t forget them because I am the worst at remembering assignments and chores I need to get done.
4. Go to sleep at a decent hour because getting 8 hours of sleep will rejuvenate my vessel and I’ll spend less money on under eye concealer.
5. Manage my time wisely so I can go to sleep stress free and feel like I’ve completed the tasks I set out for that day.
6. Do my schoolwork when it’s assigned because doing it right before it’s due gives me knots in my back.
7. Eat healthier because I want to feed my body nutritious things so I can flourish into the beautiful, healthy rose I am meant to be.
8. Work out more to help relieve stress and look and feel healthy and at my best.
9. Take time to drink my morning coffee because whenever I miss it I suffer the rest of the day and when I drink it every little sip is heavenly.
10. Eat three times a day because I don’t want to deprive my beautiful vessel of what she needs in order to be its happiest and healthiest.
11. Moisturize every day because I love looking like a glowing goddess.
12. Don’t let myself feel uncomfortable just so others can feel comfortable because I fall in too deep and hit a breaking point where I go insane and shut everything out and I DESERVE BETTER.
13. Don’t allow boys to disrespect me or my body because I deserve respect and affection.
14. Focus on myself because at the end of the day I have to live with myself and my decisions and I’m my own responsibility and nobody is mine.
15. Dress like I care about how I look because when I look good I feel good, when I feel good I do good.
16. Go hiking more because I’m surrounded by mountains so why not explore them?
17. Volunteer more because the world needs more positivity so spread that shit like room temperature butter on toast baby!
18. Say “yes” more because I wanna tell my kids and grandkids about my amazing life.
19. Create art more because I always want to but I allow other things that don’t make me as happy get in the way of that. I also wanna have more art to hang up and add to my portfolio.
20. Speak up for the things I care about because I have a beautiful voice that cannot and should not be silenced!
21. Give people 2nd chances sometimes because I fuck up sometimes and would want a second chance.
22. Go to more concerts because they make me happiest.
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Tagged by @wolfecalmplusplus Thanks!
Name: Presley
Nicknames: Feffey, Pressles, Maxime
Zodiac sign: Leo
Height: 5'2.5
Ethnicity: I’m from America but 50% Irish, 25% Scottish, 10% French, 5% Welsh, 5% Czech
Favorite fruit: Coconut
Favorite book: The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara
Favorite flowers: Daffodils, Daisies
Favorite scent: The ocean.
Average sleep hours: five or less.
Cat or dog: Cats.
Favorite fictional character: Aaron Hotchner from Criminal Minds, Stan Marsh from South Park, James Wilson from House M.D., Jack Shepard from Lost.
Dream Trip: I would love to go to France or Australia.
Number of Followers: 4,100 something
Tag: @abbaeadams @sunshineapollo @dandy–darling @gettallmadge (if you would like me to tag you, I shall.

anonymous asked:

HAIKYUU TSUKKI AND YAMS WITH THE LINE "thanks to cows and my imagination" BECAUSE BRO

Bro anon strikes again. You and your mystic messenger quotes

It was early, and a tired Tsukishima was a creative Tsukishima. If he had less than 4 hours of sleep, his filter was nonexistent. No one was safe. Yamaguchi had only seen this side of Tsukki a handful of times, and it was honestly one of his favorite things. Most of the time it happened between just them, but, unfortunately (for everyone else), there was a victim this time. 

“It was all like WHOOSH and I was like Gwahhhh!” Hinata yelled as they loaded the bus. Yamaguchi chuckled silently, it was amusing how energetic the fellow first year could be at 4am. 

“How are you so awake right now?” Tanaka asked, stifling a yawn. 

“I had a few cups of coffee!” he answered, bouncing around. Out of the corner of his eye, Yamaguchi saw a smirk appear on Tsukki’s face.

“Hinata,” he said, his voice and face serious. Yamaguchi suppressed a snicker, this was going to be good.

“What?” Hinata asked, spinning around to face him.

“You better go sit down somewhere, it could happen any minute,” he replied, no doubt being vague on purpose. 

“Sit down? What could happen any minute?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re going to pass out, you have POADCS,” Tsukki responded, his voice still serious. 

“POA what?” Hinata asked. Yamaguchi brought his hand to his mouth, covering the grin that had appeared.

“POADCS, it stands for Pass Out After Drinking Caffeine Syndrome. It’s very well-known, I’m surprised you’ve never heard of it,” Tsukishima clarified, somehow not breaking character. 

“You expect me to believe that?” Hinata asked, raising one eyebrow.

“What reason do I have to make it up?” Tsukki shot back. Yamaguchi’s grin widened, tired Tsukki really was funny.

“Wait, so it’s real?” Hinata asked, his voice worried.

“Yeah, you could pass out at any moment,” Tsukki informed him.

“Well, what do I do?!! I can’t just pass out!” Hinata complained, grabbing onto Tsukki’s arm. 

“Drink chocolate milk, as much as you can. Also, you need a humidifier. That’t the only way,” Tsukki told him.

“Come on Kageyama, we have to go get chocolate milk!” Hinata rushed, dragging Kageyama behind him as he ran to a vending machine.

“Hurry back!” Suga called after them, a slight chuckle in his voice.

“How did you come up with that?” Noya asked, a huge smile on his face.

“It’s all thanks to cows and my imagination,” Tsukki shrugged, grabbing his bag and boarding the bus.

“This happens a lot when he’s tired,” Yamaguchi grinned, looking at the rest of his team.

“What other nonsense has he come up with?” Daichi asked, looking back to make sure the other first years were still gone.

“In primary school he convinced a group of kids that there was an island off the coast of Spain inhabited only by long cats,” Yamaguchi chuckled at the memory.

“What even goes on in his brain?” Tanaka grinned, shaking his head.

“Okay, we’ve got the milk, but where are we going to get a humidifier?” Hinata announced as he rejoined the group. Kageyama staggered behind him, his arms full of milk.

“I think you’ll be okay with just the milk,” Suga informed him, pressing his lips together to prevent the impending laughter.

“You think so? Come on Kageyama, I need to sit down and drink this,” Hinata said, dragging Kageyama onto the bus. The rest of the team shared an amused look before joining them on the bus.

Yamaguchi boarded and sat down next to an already sleeping Tsukki. He smiled at his friends, he really was fun to be around, even if other people didn’t realize it.

“Your mind really works in mysterious ways,” he commented, drifting off to sleep.

Rules: Answer questions & tag 20 amazing people you would like to get to know

Tagged by: @ximajs

Name: It starts with an M
Nickname: muku, kk, keyladeda, lots of variations of my name
Zodiac sign: Taurus
Height: 5'7"
Orientation: I’d like a husband someday but I’ve been accused multiple times of being asexual so whatever
Ethnicity: I’m a white American but my dad’s side of the family is pretty German
Fave season: fall
Fave books: Harry Potter series, Leviathan
Fave scent: lemon pound cake
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: I hate all of these. I just drink water and sometimes juice.
Average sleep hours: 6-5 or less
Cats or dogs: cats but I think I’m mildly allergic to both
Number of blankets: 4
Number of followers: 4,663

I tag: no one, I’m feeling too shy so just assume I tag everyone :-)

In Another World

In another world, Gran Torino isn’t content.

(Here, he is. He is old, he is tired, but he’s lived a full life. He’s lost a dear friend, but many do, and he has watched her student, and that student’s student, grow.)

Instead, he’s tired, weary, and grieving. There is no other escape, and his choices are to either feel sorry for himself because he has lost too many people he cares about, or to feel sorry for the fact that his career was cut short.

He spends his days wasting away in his dilapidated apartment. That boy, man -  the friend of Toshinori’s - visits occasionally. He usually brings food and the like with him, and an air of equal pity and sadness that he doesn’t bother to hide.

Or maybe he does, but it’s too obvious still.

Gran Torino doesn’t really mind him unless necessary. He comes, attempts to make small talk, and leaves when it fails or when he has to go back to his police work. The fridge is always restocked following his visits, and the rooms cleared of the clutter he couldn’t bother to clean up himself.

The rest of the time he spends in the living room, eyes half-lidded and unseeing of the TV screen that’s left on more out of habit than anything else.

On days that seem to be more than cracked walls and unhappy thoughts, Gran Torino pushes himself to the front door, struggles outside, and simply waits on the steps. He can’t get much further than that without resulting in unwanted complications, but it’s enough, and those are days he looks forward to. He watches the thin streets crowd and disperse, listens to the sound of the city, feels the seasonal breeze against his skin.

He pretends he isn’t just a hero’s ghost, and remembers better days.

But these moments are few and far between, and with each passing day the emotional weight only seems to grow.

(In another world, Gran Torino is not happy.)

One day, his routine is disrupted by something else. He sits in the living room with TV noise filling his ears, eyes glued to the stained floor, when the doorbell rings.

Naomasa has a key already, he knows, so this is something else.

He unlocks his wheelchair with a grunt, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots up his back through the action. It helps clear the weary haze that’s made permanent residence in his mind, if nothing else.

The doorbell chimes once, twice more, in the time it takes for him to reach the door.

(In another world, Gran Torino is old, tired, and sad.)

He opens the door, and is met with a boy who looks to be about ten, clutching his fists to his chest and staring at Gran Torino with wide, startled eyes.

They are eye-level.

(In another world, Gran Torino was there to see his friend die, and had his legs crushed as penance. He was there when his student, her successor, fought the man that had put a permanent end to his career and Nana’s life. He was there in the hospital room when Toshinori breathed his last, saying, “at least I accomplished what I had set out to do.”)

Gran Torino takes the crumpled slip of paper held out to him from trembling hands. The boy is without a doubt the successor Toshinori had chosen.

He makes a measuring look aimed at the boy as he smooths out the scrap. No, Toshinori, he thinks, tearing his gaze away to read familiar writing.

‘His name is Midoriya Izuku. Please take care of him.’

Toshinori’s last words echo in his head, a distant hum. He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes.

You really, really didn’t.

(In this world, Gran Torino is tired of being the last one alive. He is tired of friends leaving tasks for him to accomplish, and feeling an unjust twist of failure when he is the one left alive.

He is left with the care of Midoriya Izuku, a boy who lost both mentor and mother in the same year.)

(In this world, Gran Torino is not content.)

~~~

Me: *wakes up at 5am barely coherent and writes this unwarranted shit* “what the fuck”

chicken-sak11  asked:

Do you ever sleep? Your always re-blogging things and active. Like so I've been asking myself if you sleep or not. Do you sleep??

Haha yes I do sleep! My work schedule is a little wonky, I work 3:30pm to midnight and I get home around 1am, so I’m usually up till 4 or 5. Then I sleep till 11am and then I do it all over again. This is going to change soon, I’m switching to much normal hours at the end of April so there will be less late night blogging from me. 💕😂

mino man i haven’t been tagged in a meme in so long

thank u @yee-llow

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Kiichi

Nicknames: Kii

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Orientation: Asexual

Ethnicity: Malaysian Chinese

Favorite fruit: DUria N

Favorite season: u H There’s literally only hot and hotter in my place so I choose the one that is less hotter.

Favorite flower: Sunflowers

Favorite scent: Roses and Coffee(even though I don’t drink coffee… I like the smell a lot.) and also the smell of dough.

Favorite animal: Bunnies, Cats and Bats

Coffee, Tea, or Hot chocolate: Milk tea!

Average hours of sleep: 2-4 hours

Cat or Dog Person: Nya

Ideal Trip: Japan maybe I kinda want to go America as well

Blog Created: aa I don’t remember :’D

Tagged by @yee-llow and @jeanryde

Rules: Tag 9 ppl you wanna get to know better

Relationship status: Lonely

Favourite colour: Red/Purple

Pets: Meow

Wake up to: Back aches and morning shift

Cats or dogs: Nya

Coke or Pepsi: I don’t like frizzy drinks except for root beer float

Day or night: Night

Text or call: Depends on who it is??

Chapstick or lipstick: both is fine but I hardly use them(I forgot)

City or country: City

Last book I read: aa I don’t remember)))) Since y’all answer with manga then I shall say the fairy tail manga lmao

Last song I listened to: this

Five facts about me:

  1. I have asthma and spinal problem
  2. I can’t stand the heat despite living in a tropical country all my life
  3. My voice is really deep and I’m often mistaken for a guy, especially at work cause my uniform hides all my hair lmfao
  4. I love plants especially cactus
  5. I write drabbles and stories when I’m ‘free’ but never really had the time to brush up any plot bunnies;;; Fantasy especially!

I tagggg some people I rarely talked to or haven’t talked to recently—

@captainjellyroll @katie-hime @hetaliaandother @spades-king @8-bit-git @o-ohoh @alpha-alfred @cynicallyneutral @stormy-kiddo @parfaitperi @cynicallyneutral @akikofumi @aph-purple and @everyone in that one usuk chat blue keeps kicking con out

Guess who’s lactose intolerant ass let themself have ice cream for breakfast?

I got less than 4 hours of sleep and I’m gonna be working for the next ~13 hours~ straight so I’m treating myself to Mcdonalds on the way to work since I get paid today anyways. This is gonna be the first day in a few I’m not working w Cassy but I don’t think the water polo team will be there so I probably don’t have anything to worry about. I might not be working w my fave guards but st least I won’t be bored to hell bc I’ll finally get to reading on @queenkubdel’s Prince Kim fic (instead of trying to stay up all night reading it when I have an early shift…). All in all it should be OK but pray for me yall.

Good Girl Chapter 7

Warnings: Rape triggers, violence, swearing

Word Count: 2703

Notes: For this chapter I decided to show a more vulnerable side of “you”, and add some personal traits of mine. One being anxiety, a mental illness I’ve been diagnosed with. I decided to hint at “you” having anxiety as well, with the panic attack that occurs during the argument. Also, anxiety does not mean you can’t be a fucking badass which I hope to show with this character!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Originally posted by noisysunday

The next morning you awoke to Negan’s heavy steps creaking over the wooden floor. You had gone back to sleep multiple times, attempting to get some sort of rest after the hard night before. Your thoughts had kept you up for most of the night, wandering around your new environment and circumstances you were in. Being in the sanctuary for less than 24 hours had made you realize some things, you were not a ‘people person’, people were extremely uptight over muffins, your patience ran thin, and you were coming to like the evil man that most feared. Your eyes fluttered open for the last time and roamed to the half open door that led to Negan’s room. You could see him freshening up, he stared at himself in his mirror as he shrugged his leather jacket over his broad shoulders. He caught your gaze when he stepped out of the room and grabbed Lucille, who was leaning against the outside of the door frame. He made his way towards you and pointed Lucille in front of you.

“Get ready sweetheart, you don’t want to be late for your first fucking day.” He lightly tapped the edge of Lucille, which kind of grossed you out. Especially when you thought about the amount of heads that had been bashed with it. Sliding your feet to hang off the couch, you pushed yourself off and rubbed your eyes.

“Can I use your shower?” Your voice was raspy since it was the first time you had spoke since awaking.

“Fuck no, no special treatment around here darlin’. Head over to the public showers, but hurry up, you’ve got about 5 minutes before your shift starts”. Pointing over to the clock on the wall behind you, he was amused at your pain. It was too fucking early to already be this annoyed, but what else did you expect? He woke you up 5 minutes before the shift you did not even know began at this time. You groaned in annoyance and threw on the boyfriend jeans you had been wearing the day before, to go with Negan’s shirt that you slept in. Practically dragging yourself around you put on your beaten up converse. Negan held the door open for you and you walked underneath his arm and into the hallway.

“While I walk you over to the garden I am going to tell you your duties so listen the fuck up.” He lifted Lucille over his shoulder and began walking at an extremely fast pace, especially since you were half asleep.

“I hope you know how to fucking grow shit because that’s what you’ll be doing. First, check the shed for the seeds and garden them by vegetable or herb, make sure to fucking keep up with previous plants and water them. Weed the ones that look like shit, and keep an eye on the sunlight. Plant as much shit as you can fit and when you think you’re done for the day, have a savior check it.” You tried your best to give him your full attention but you couldn’t help dozing off throughout his long lecture. What you got out of it was to be the best fucking gardener on the planet. You knew a good amount of gardening skills. Your Grandmother had a garden, which you could always be found in. She had taught you everything she knew and before you knew it you were gardening more than she was. Especially when she got sick, you would take care of her garden for her to see from her bedroom window. So the thought of gardening again made you feel overwhelming happiness. Unsure of how Negan knew you would be perfect for the job, even after you insisted you weren’t to avoid nostalgia, you were ready to impress him.

He left you alone to tend the garden and went off to do whatever it is that Negan does during the day. To your surprise, no one else was working at the garden. You hoped it would stay that way, so you could drift away in your own imagination without interruptions. Inside of the shed was a range of vegetable seeds which made you fill with delight. Searching for the equipment, you found some beaten up gardening tools, but you would make great use out of this garbage Negan left you with. It had been a while since you had gardened, so being on your hands and knees in dirt was a surprising stress reliever. It had brought you back to your favorite times, sitting outside with your family as your little brothers played, your grandmother and mom made lemonade while your father would entertain your siblings. You had organized about ¾’s of the garden as you got lost in your thoughts. You had been doing that alot lately. Children’s laughter abruptly occurred behind you, you quickly turned towards the source. Two boys who looked about 7 were running towards the garden, along with a little girl who seemed to be 5. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of children running through your plants, the last child you had seen was Judith. The children gazed in awe as they loomed over the garden.

“So pretty!” The little girl squealed. You signaled for the kids to come over to you, and asked them if they wanted to help. The three of them lit up with excitement and kneeled beside you. You gave them simple tasks, such as watering the plant, or patting down the soil after burying the seeds. Even still, they seemed to be having a lot of fun, and so were you. The little girl quickly ran behind your leg as you stood up to brush off the dirt on your jeans. You were confused as to why she looked at something with fear. As you followed her gaze, you met with a man’s lean figure striding towards you. The little boys also inched their way towards you as he suspiciously approached your little group.

“And what the fuck is happening over here?” The man smiled at the little girl as she shoved her face into your leg, avoiding eye contact. You noticed it was the same douche bag who had a problem with you yesterday with the whole muffin incident.

“Just gardening with the kids.” You answered dryly. He grinned and came closer.

“With the kids huh? I don’t fucking think Negan would appreciate you slacking off.”

“Try and watch your language around the kids, thanks. And why do you care? Don’t you belong in the kitchen?” You retorted bitterly.

He laughed at your tone and mocked your stance with the girl.

“Maybe I should take her off your hands, I’d hate to have a sexy bitch like you get in trouble over a little shit.” Before you knew it you lunged forward and smacked him across the face.

“Don’t you have any respect? In front of a little girl? Get the eff out before I do more than just smack you in the face.”

He held his face and smiled at the word eff. “Eff? I’m sure Negan won’t approve of physically harming another one of the saviors, especially since he sent me over here to check on how you were doing. The garden looks like shit.” He turned away from you and walked back into the sanctuary, most likely to retrieve Negan. His shitty remarks replayed in your head. The way he claimed to know what Negan liked and didn’t like annoyed you.

This fucker seemed to practically deepthroat Negan by the looks of it. Still, why were the kids immediately afraid of the creep? I sure as fuck hope he’s not a pedophile because I swear to God I’ll happily get kicked out on my ass to brutally murder him.

You kneeled down to the little girl and brush her hair as you soothingly spoke, “What’s a matter sweetie? Did that man do something bad to you?” You held empathy within your eyes to show her it was okay to confide in you.

“He tries to touch me in the shower when Noah and Mason aren’t there.” She let out a sob and began to cry into your shoulder. The amount of rage building up inside of you was indescribable. One thing you did not tolerate was any time of harm towards a child, never mind sexual harm. You squeezed her to comfort her cries and you stared at the boys who were now known as Noah and Mason. You longed to know their story and help them the best you could. From what you could see, they were on their own, and sweetly took care of the girl. “What’s your name love?” You lightly spoke into her hair. She sniffed and brought her head back to face you.

“Ellie.” She wiped her nose with her sleeve as tears continued to run down her face. Still wanting to know their story, you attempted to speak, but stopped. Your eyes shifted upward when the factory doors slammed and you saw Negan striding towards you with the shit bag behind him. Standing up, you lightly moved Ellie to group up with Mason and Noah, preparing to tear someone a new asshole. When Negan came within arms length, he tightly gripped onto your arm and dragged you towards the back of the garden and against the fence. The kids were no longer within hearing distance but you could seem them on the other side of the large garden.

“What the fuck am I going to do with you? You’ve barely been here for 24 hours and I have had to leave my fucking duties to discipline you twice already.” Negan was annoyed at you, but you were far more angry than he was. Especially since you could see that asshole smiling behind him.

“Yeah well maybe instead of focusing on your irrelevant duties, you should pay attention to the fuckers who work for you.” Your voice elevated as you focused on the man behind him.

“Irrelevant duties? What the fuck do you know about my duties?” He closed in on you, nearly pressing his forehead against yours. One thing you had, had a problem with is not knowing how to keep your mouth shut. You often ‘put your foot in your mouth’ and got in deep shit because of it more often than not. You had a feeling this was about to be one of those moments. However, you have never been as angry as you were right now in your entire life. The lives of kids meant a lot to you, especially since you know first hand that no child deserves this kind of trauma.

“Listen, I know as a leader you may have a lot of responsibilities. However, maybe instead of prancing around with your head up your ass, you could see the shit show you are actually running.” You pressed into him to show you were more angry than afraid. He stepped back and immediately you knew you had crossed the line. He smirked and looked at you with confusion and anger growing.

“Head up my ass? Shit show?” He repeated the words aloud, almost to see if you had really lost your mind and decided to actually say them. Negan nodded his head and confirmed you had gone insane.

“Eric, why don’t you go take those kids inside. I doubt they’ll want to see this.” Negan spoke as he gripped onto your shirt and lightly pressed your back against the fence. Your eyes shifted to the kids, who were huddled together, watching over the scene.

No way in hell, am I going to let that guy touch those kids ever again.

You pushed Negan away and slipped away from his tall body. You stormed towards Eric, who was making his way to the kids.

“Don’t you fucking dare, go near those kids, you hear me? Other people may not know the fucked up shit you’ve done, but I do and you will not get away with it.”

He turned to you and you punched him in the face. He returned the favor by punching you back. This would have turned into a full on fist fight if Negan hadn’t been there to stop it….again.

“Woah, woah woah. You mean to tell me Eric has done something to those children?” He roughly moved you towards him as he made his way to Eric.

“Why would I do something like that?” Eric’s eyes filled with fear.

“Don’t fucking lie, Ellie told me you like to touch her in the shower? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what kind of trauma that does to a girl? To the boys who have to watch knowing they can’t do a damn thing about it?” You weren’t the type to show emotion, especially to people you barely knew. However, it was a habit to cry when arguing about things you cared about. This situation brought up images you wanted to hide forever, it brought so much pain to even think about it. Tears rolled down your face and you let out a slight sob. Negan squeezed your wrist, you think that was his way of comforting you.

“Is that fucking so?” Negan closed in on Eric. “You touched that little girl?” He spoke quietly, but the anger was not suppressed. Eric shook his head quickly, avoiding eye contact from Negan. Negan let out a sigh and looked up at the sky. He tightly gripped onto his face and brought it to look at him.

“Do. Not. Fucking lie to me.” He spoke through gritted teeth. Eric was on the verge of tears.

Pussy.

“Yes..” Eric spoke low.

“What was that? Did you just say ‘yes’?”

Eric nodded his head at Negan’s question.

“Speak when you’re fucking spoken to!” His voice bellowed through the garden.

“Yes! Yes I did! I’m sorry!” Eric was crying now.

Negan shook his head slowly in disappointment, again he sighed.

“It’s a damn shame, you were doing this shit right under my nose. You know I do not fucking tolerate sexual assault. But on a child? A little fucking girl?! You are one sick fuck, and that’s coming from me.” Negan was pissed. He held onto Lucille and circled around Eric. Breaking his concentration on him, Negan looked up at you. Tears were still streaming down your face, once again stuck in your thoughts. The horrid scene from the past just continued to replay in your head as you stood there frozen.

“Don’t you fucking move.” Negan hissed at Eric. He walked over to you slowly, examining your body language to see whether or not you were going to flip shit on him.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” He spoke low enough for only the two of you to hear him. You shook your head and let out another muffled sob. Raising your hand to your mouth to cover the noises, you refused to move your gaze from the ground.

“I’m sorry. For yelling at you. My anger wasn’t towards you. You aren’t running a shit show. I’m sorry.”  Normally, you weren’t the type to apologize. Your pride always held you away from it, you would hold a grudge until realizing you were at fault. However, right now you were extremely vulnerable with thoughts of the past. Especially with the new location and people overwhelming you, your monthly mental breakdown was bound to happen sooner or later. Negan looked at you with sympathy, and his anger towards Eric increased at the sight of you crying.

“Take the kids inside and wait in my room for me. We’ll talk about it later.” He rested his hand on top of your head before slowly bringing it down to your face and wiping the tears away. You dragged yourself to the kids and led them inside. There was no point in attempting to comfort them right now, you were in no shape to do so. You made a mental note to see them tomorrow and attempt then. Before the sound of the factory doors slammed behind you, you jumped at the familiar sound of something being smashed.

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Thanks for tagging us @snorlax-and-co , the distraction was needed >-<

Name
| Lian
Nicknames | Chiakuri-chan (it means hiccup in japanese and my bf calls me like this since I once had a hiccup for about 5 hours two days in a row lol)
Zodiac sign | Gemini!
Height | 1.73
Orientation | I´m asexual but uh I can love everyone lol
Nationality | German sadly lol
Favorite fruit | I frickin love bananas and mango!
Favorite season | Winter x3
Favorite book | Earthsea! (Ged is such an awesome character..)
Favorite flower | Camomille
Favorite scent | fruity stuff I guess…maybe strawberry lol
Favorite color | mh persian blue or cyan!
Favorite animal | I love all animals but we have a special bond to rabbits!
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa | tea or hot cocoa lol I HATE coffee X3
Average sleep hours | uuh…3-4 sometimes less lol How am I still alive XD
Cat or dog person | cats definetely dogs scare the living shit out of me
Favorite fictional character | Haha no dont get me started on this XD
Blog created | GOSH uh I think its been three years now…
Number of followers | 332 lol  Im so glad about everyone >-<

When did your blog reach its peak: growing with every day lol

What made you decide to get a tumblr: The original set up the account so uuh I dont really know…

Why did you pick your url: I think its pretty fitting because well were traumatized and “no face” is the OC you can see plastered all over my art blog and whos also our icon!^^

Last movie you watched: Koe no katachi <3

Last song you listened to: Boku wo Sonna Me de Minai de (Dont look at me in this way) by the wonderful Kikuo <3

Last book you read: Franz Kafkas “Der Proceß” agin for my finals bleh

Last thing you ate: cereal lol (The answer will be always the same btw)

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?: dead? idk XD

What time would you travel to: maybe 1999 to rescue baby me from our family lol

Anyone feel free to do it but I´ll tag @shardsofawhole-remade, @pastelsolar-system and @howlingwolvesofthenight !

-Lian