shit kids grow up so fast


warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.

❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet.  ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day.  ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself.  ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜
"Adulting is a trap, dont try to grow up so fast"

I hate phrases like these. Not for the original sentiment, but because they have no consideration for abused kids. I wish i didnt have to worry about shit like credit and bills and job applications and preparing to be completely independent from my parents in a year. That sentiment has no consideration that becoming and adult is freedom for some people and that they didnt get the perks of a nice or normal childhood. So please before you say this to someone you may not know, remember that ‘adulting’ ,as dreadful as it has a reputation for, is freedom and escape for many people. We dont want to grow up fast, we just have to.

anonymous asked:

Soda's little sister headcanons?



- dating is not a term you are acquainted with


- soda has girls chasing him, you got guys

- Soda always makes sure to make time for you no matter what

- So ProTeCtiVe oK

- when you first get your period HOLY GUACAMOLE THIS GUY LOSES HIS SHIT

-‘what do u need, what do you want, what can we use to plug it up?’

- ‘DaRrY GeT tHE sPonGe! It wiLl hAve To dO!’

- 'Soda im fine.’


- after a while he gets used too it

- the gang would probably be pigs and stare at you at times which means they would get smacked upside the head by Soda

- Steve once got a wrench thrown at him

- he taught you how to dye food

- and ride a bike

- he also teaches you how to drive

- He and Steve also chaperone any dance you have at school

- sometimes when you sleep he walks into your room and watches you promising to protect you from everything. He would caress your face and whisper really softly not to wake you up 'I love ya kid, don’t grow up too fast ya?’


- 'I don’t think so kid.’

- 'So help me God, you step foot on that thing and you get hurt I’m going to skin you.’

- 'what’s all that shit on your face?’

- 'make up, Soda.’

- 'More like I’m making you take it off before some guy sees you.’

- 'I love ya kid.’

The Joker x Reader - “The Promise” Part 2

The Joker never saw it coming; he left his guard down for a moment and it all went to pieces. Nothing to hold on to now except his son and the memory of you. But maybe there is something else that won’t let him go either…

Read Part 1 here:

“You’re my prisoner for the night,” you would hold his hands above his head. “I’m not gonna let you go anywhere,” and you kissed his neck painfully slow.

“I don’t wanna go anywhere,” J would growl, admitting to the truth. “Unless Kase wakes up, crying…but we can always start all over, hm?”

“Ohhh, I don’t mind that,” you whispered in his ear and backed up on top of him just enough to take your lacy nightgown off. “Don’t look at my stretchmarks, ok?” you used to plead, self-conscious about them.

“ Stretchmarks? Nahhhh…” J would trace them on your tummy. “These are battle wounds, Y/N. And you’ve clearly won the battle: we have a very cute baby.”

“He is cute, huh?” you would giggle, tossing the garment somewhere behind you.

“Yeah, thanks to me,” The Joker used to taunt, pinching your thigh. “Obviously.”

“Are you calling me ugly?” you frowned, slapping his chest.

“Nope… you’re a very pretty girl, but don’t tell anybody. I don’t want someone to steal you away.”

“Wow, did you just say that loud?” you let your head fall on his shoulder, laughing.

“No, I didn’t,” The Joker would pucker his lips, antagonized he actually uttered such words. “You’re hearing things, Y/N.”

“Probably; I’m getting old,” and you reached over to kiss him, smiling.

That smile of yours…

“Daddy, daddy…” the shy voice wakes him up. “Daddy, you’re talking in your sleep,” his son touches his arm, placing a small plate on the side of the bed.

J blinks, reality settling in. Sometimes he doesn’t want to wake up. At all. He wants to dream about you, uninterrupted; at least that.

“Hey, kid…,” he moves up on the pillows, yawning.

“I made you breakfast,” Kase shows him the plate with some burned toast and a bit of grape jelly on top.

“That’s nice…” The Joker sighs. “Did you eat?”

“U-hum, Frosty brought a lot of food over.”

He always does. All the henchmen take turns to make sure nothing is missing from the penthouse. They are a bunch of jerks, but they know the kid needs food and J told them to take care of it so they obey. Their boss is out of it, even more than before; God knows for how long, and they all feel they are walking on eggshells. The King of Gotham is lost since you were murdered 4 months ago.

He has no idea on how to be a parent on his own. You were the one that seemed to know more than him about that kind of stuff. He is just… somehow winging it. And it makes him even more enraged since you are not there to help. It’s not that he is neglecting his child; it’s more like he is trying to ignore him. Why? Because Kase reminds The Joker of you. He struggles with his demons so much there is no room for too much more.

“You like it?” the boy inquires with big eyes, nervous to hear the reply.

“It’s so good,” J sadly smiles taking a bite of the extra crunchy bread. “I don’t remember having such a perfect breakfast in a while.”

Kase snickers and bites on his nails, watching his father munch on that “yummy” food he made.

“Mommy says I have to take care of you; you don’t eat enough.”

The Joker can’t swallow that last bite.

“Please stop talking like this, yes?” he messes his son’s hair, frowning.

“Daddy…” the little one hesitantly gets up on the bed, sitting on J’s knees. “Are you going to say it?”

“Say what?”

“Happy Birthday,” Kase sulks, sliding up his father’s knees even more. “It’s my birthday today.”

“Shit,” J closes his eyes, tossing the plate on the night stand.

He completely forgot. Definitely not winning the Father of The Year award.

“Happy Birthday, kid!” he pulls the boy in his arms and kisses his temple. “How old are you now?”

“Six,” the quiet answer is fast to follow.

“That’s right, I knew that. You’re growing so fast… Your mom would have…” and he stops, sensing that ache biting at his chest, sharp blades cutting through his heart. A deep breath, then silence for a few seconds. “Anyway, we’ll do something, alright? And I will get you anything you want.”

Kase gasps, suddenly full of energy.

“Really?! Really daddy?”
“Yes, we’ll both take a shower and get ready, then we can go.”

“Yayy!!! Yayyyyy!!!! “ the kid leaves his father’s lap, jumping up and down on the bed.

J finds himself smirking, immersed in his child’s excited outburst.

“Thank you, daddy! You’re the best!!!” he shouts, gives The Joker a kiss on the cheek and runs screaming towards the master bathroom.

You’re the best… J mumbles, finally getting out of bed. What does that even mean?…

He’s been moping around for so long he finds it hard to get ready and leave the penthouse. As he takes a shower and his son is in the other bathtub taking a bath, he seriously contemplates cancelling the birthday plans. But something won’t let him.

“I’m done, daddy! I’m going to get dressed!” Kase announces and J peeks from behind the heavy shower curtain.

“I’ll be done soon too. We’ll dress the same, OK?”

“Hooraaaayyy!!!!” J hears the door being slammed and stomping up the staircase.

The two of them have a lot of matching outfits. Since today is a special day, might as well wear one.

– You would get so emotional when you saw both wearing identical clothes.

“Look at my handsome boys! If I die right now, I would die happy,” and you got teary, making The Joker roll his eyes.

“So much drama for nothing, Princess.”

Kase would cover his mouth with his hands, giggling when his father winked at him, grinning at your silly reaction.

“What would you know about that?” you sniffled, wiping your eyes, feeling so overwhelmed when J squeezed you in his arms, kissing you so you would shut up.

“I know enough,“ he would purr in your ear. “Want me to prove it tonight, after the kid goes to sleep?” the low tone unexpectedly got you all lightheaded.

“Yes, prove it, “you breathed on his lips and Kase would run over, pulling on your dress.

“Mommy, I want a kiss too!”

J grunts at the painful memory as he buttons up his son’s purple shirt.

“Does something hurt, daddy?” the little boy asks, seeing the painful grimace on The Joker’s face.

“No, nothing…” and he gets up, being done with the task. “ I think we look dashing,” he distracts his boy from the real issue. Or is he distracting himself?

He notices Kase staring at him, then to his left, then back to him again. And suddenly the little one bursts into tears, crying so hard it scares The Joker.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” J bends one knee to kneel in front of his son. “What is it?” he cups his face, actually worried.

Kase keeps on staring to The Joker’s left again, not being able to quit bawling.

“No, I-I don’t wanna tell him that…” he seems to be answering to someone else’s question.

“Hey, knock it out! What’s going on, hm?”

“Mommy…” and his son takes a deep breath, whimpering and trying to talk. “Mommy says you should get a new girlfriend. She doesn’t mind; she understands. I-I…” and the crying intensifies so badly the little face gets super red. “…I don’t want another moommmyyy!!! I want MY mommy!!!” and he charges at his father’s neck, hugging him so tight it makes the Joker cringe. “P-please daaaddyyy, I don’t want another mommy!!!” Kase keeps on begging, unaware of his father’s own heartache.

J can’t move. Where is this coming from?! He wants to get mad like he usually does when his son says things like that, but it’s almost as he can’t find the strength to do it.

“Ssssttt, stop crying. You‘re not getting a new mom, alright?” The Joker surprisingly goes another route in order to calm his child’s hysterical behavior. “ Who the hell had time to even think about that?” he mutters the last sentence mostly to himself. “Hey, look at me,” he continues to caress his son’s back. “You can’t cry on your birthday, that’s the rule. Do we understand each other?”

“Y-yes…” the small body shakes in his arms, finally letting go.

“We need to clean you up now; your face is a mess. It’s ok, you’re not getting another mom, alright?”

“U-hum,” the 6 year old agrees, feeling better since his father reassured him. “You promise daddy?”

“Yeah, brat, I promise,” J is fast to answer because the strange episode needs to stop.

“Mommy says she loves you,” Kase pecks his star tattoo, sniffling, then goes inside the bathroom, turning on the water in the sink so he can wash his face.

The Joker can’t even get up yet; he feels so drained and exhausted. He can’t understand why Kase continues to talk like that. J refuses to acknowledge the obvious: that THERE IS something happening with his kid. The stuff he says sometimes…Things he couldn’t possibly know about.

“I’m done, daddy,” and that makes The King of Gotham to finally get up on his feet.

– J took his son to different toy stores owned by people he does business with. Some of them use the upfront venture for money laundering, some conduct less than legal affairs behind closed doors. No matter. Just one word from The Prince of Crime and the chosen location closes under 10 minutes. Like somebody would dare saying no to him.

Kase runs all over the place, picking toys he likes to take back to the penthouse.

“Daddy, can I have this one too?” he barely pushes the huge box with a tank inside in front of J.
“ Sure, whatever you want, as many as you want,” a bored Joker answers, absent minded. He is sitting on a lather couch, displeased with the color. The pile of toys next to him is getting bigger and bigger.

The cake resting on a glass table nearby has 6 candles waiting to be lit. J ordered Frost to bring it over here, since “Rascal’s ” is the last stop for the day. Kase takes the mini-silver jacket off, tired from all the hard work he’s been doing and crawls in his father’s lap.

“That’s it,” he huffs, bouncing his legs, impatiently eyeballing his favorite chocolate cake.

“Are you sure?” J double checks, leaning over to light up the candles.

“Yes,” he rubs his eyes, getting ready to blow the flames.

“Make a wish,” The Joker urges, wanting to head back home soon.

His son innocent request strikes a chord within J:

“I want my mommy back,” and he blows in the candles, the flickering lights dancing in frenzy before disappearing in thin air.

“Great job, kid!” he gets praised and they are both silent before the cake gets cut. Kase gets a piece and J doesn’t want any. He didn’t have anything today except that toast in the morning, yet he’s not hungry. No appetite since you’ve been gone.

“Here, Daddy,” the little boy offers a bite to his father and J nods a no.

“You eat it, I’m fine.”

“Huh?” he glances over The Joker’s shoulder, carefully listening. “Mommy says you should eat, she doesn’t like it you’re skinnier.”

“Not again…” the complaint is following the remark. “Can you take a break from this? I really don’t want to put up with your…”, J is shouting without realizing it.

“Mommy doesn’t like it when you yell at me…” Kase interrupts, startled.
“YOUR MOM IS DEAD!!! Do you hear me? SHE’S DEAD! Why are you pushing me, hm?” The Joker yanks the plate from his son’s hand, slamming it on the floor. “ Shut up! And don’t cry either! We’re going home! No toys!!!” he yanks the little hand away, furious again, incapable of controlling his temper.

The poor kid can hardly keep up with his father, trying so hard not to cry because he’s afraid J will get angrier.

“Daddy…daddy…” Kase pleads and The Joker snaps at him one more time.

“What?! What is it now?!”

“Mommy says that if you don’t stop, she’ll hate you even if she said she never will,” and tears follow while J slows down then halts. “My hand hurts,” Kase sobs and J releases his strong grip, the words making him aware of what he’s doing.

Fuck, he thinks, trying to cool down.

Why is he taking it on his kid? Probably because there is nobody else around. No you, no one else to tell what’s going on inside his head. That uncanny feeling he lost something he can never get back becomes stronger with each passing day. The restlessness is unbearable, the pain ever growing. He misses you so much it physically hurts most of the time. That’s why he finds it hard to even get out of bed. All he wants is to be left alone.

He’s a goddamned lunatic, completely gone and lost for the world, just like that old Arkham report stated. Why pretend to be something else? And yet…

He gazes at the small child without seeing anything.

“Daddy, are you mad at me?” Kase hugs his legs, getting him out of trance.

The Joker lifts his son up, carrying him in his arms towards the exit.

“No, I’m not. How’s your hand?” he grumbles, kissing the tiny fingers.

“Doesn’t hurt anymore,” the boy admits, already forgetting about it. There is nothing more he wants than his father’s attention. Since your death, J seems so far away, in his own world. Kase needs somebody to take care of him; he’s just 6. It doesn’t matter that the infamous Joker is his dad, the kid loves him regardless. To a child, his parents are the center of the universe. And right now, The Joker is the only one feeling up that space.

Certainly not winning the Father of The Year award.

“Frost will bring all the toys and the cake to the house, OK?” J makes amendments, almost out of there. “Can you…can you tell your mom not to hate me?” he suddenly articulates, mostly on a whim.

“I don’t have to, daddy. She can hear you,” Kase smiles, not crying anymore.

That smile of his
– J got so many more presents for his son. He watched Kase open all of them, and that crazy laugh of his finally echoed in the Penthouse after so long. But when the night comes, all alone with his devils again, tossing and turning, unable to rest until he takes his sleeping pills. But they take about 15 minutes to kick in.

He’s facing your side of the bed, sensing Kase against his body behind him. His son really wanted to sleep in there and J didn’t object. He has to make up for being so out of control right on his kid’s birthday.

The Joker gets under the sheets, just like he used to when you were there, anxious to share plans and secrets with his girl but she’s not there. He whispers anyway.

“I was thinking to plan a heist in 2 months or so. What do you think? Should I go sooner? I really don’t feel like it, because I miss you…” and he brings your pillow to his chest. “I don’t feel like doing anything…”

No answer, of course.

“Daddy,” Kase stretches, half asleep, snuggling more towards his father. “Mommy says she loves you.”

“You’re just dreaming…” J extends his arm behind to hold Kase close to him, not getting pissed for once.

“She’s right there,” his son lifts his head up from the pillows, eyes almost closed, pointing towards your usual spot. “Can’t you see her?” and the little one sighs, falling asleep again.

“No, I can’t see anything, “ he answers, smelling your perfume on the fabric. J always freshens up the scent from the tiny vial you kept on the night stand.

The eyelids are getting heavy, the medicine reacting in his body.

He feels a tender pressure on his lips, just like a soft kiss.

“Hey, handsome,” he hears your voice.

“Hey pretty girl,” he mutters, waking up for a moment.

He opens his eyes, so used to dream about you and losing the connection. The Joker shifts so he can wrap his arms around Kase, almost dozing off again.

“Tell your dad I love him,” he faintly discerns. “ Honey, wake up. Tell your dad I love him.”

Kase yawns, gently shaking his father.

“Daddy…mommy says she loves you.”

“I know, I heard it,” he replies, not realizing what he’s saying. The medication is strong, makes one totally out of it. “Tell her I love her too.”

“She can hear you, dad,” his son repositions himself in his father’s arms, tired since he keeps on being woken up.

“That’s good, I want her to know…” and the last trace of consciousness is lost, enslaved by the effects of the medicine.

“She knows,” his son buries his face in J’s t-shirt, even if his dad can’t hear him anymore.“And she says she’ll always come back because she promised.”


Always Mine - Chapter 1

Hey guys! So I have recently had a rather unhealthy obsession with the character Negan from The Walking Dead. I mean come on, have you seen the man? It’s kind of hard not to become obsessed! So I decided to try and write my own Negan fanfic. He will be solely be based off of what I have seen on the show and whatever research I have done since I have not had the chance to read the comics. I really hope you guys like it and please leave me a message on what you think!

Summary: While he has Rick’s group on their knees, Negan comes across someone who he has a past with. He had hoped to find her again while she had hoped he would stay away. 

Warnings: Swearing. Negan being Negan 

Any gifs I use do not belong to me! 

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead. I only own my character Katherine.

“All right! We got a full boat. Let’s meet the man.”

Katherine kept her eyes on the ground when she heard the man knock on the door of the RV. She felt her father shaking next to her and that scared her. As much as they had been through, her father never once showed how afraid he was. But this was different and it scared her. What was going to happen?

Her breath caught in her throat when the RV door opened. Lifting her blue eyes up, she saw a man step out and her heart instantly plummeted. She knew this man. He looked almost the same as the last time she saw him except he was a little slimmer and he had a beard.

Originally posted by werewolvesxo

“No,” She whispered, looking right back down on the ground. Her heart was racing.

‘No there is no way it’s him.’ She thought to herself.

“Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting fucking close.”

Katherine’s heart stopped. She knew that voice and it just cemented what she didn’t want to acknowledge a minute ago. It was him.

“It’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you fucking pricks is the leader?”

“It’s this one.” Katherine heard someone say. She swallowed the lump in her throat and kept her gaze on the ground as footsteps came towards her and stopped in front of her father. She was thankful her brown hair was long and hiding her face. She never thought she’d see him again and truthfully, that was okay with her. She had tuned out everything he was saying, to focused on not being sick. Her thoughts were racing. Images flashed through her mind of the past. Her heart clenched painfully each time a new image popped up. Things had been good but in the blink of an eye, she was leaving Virginia to head back home to Atlanta to be with her family. And to feel safer.

“So, now I’m gonna fucking beat the holy hell outta one of you.” Katherine’s eyes widened as she apparently picked the wrong time to tune back in. She kept her terrified gaze on the ground in front of her. She felt her body shaking as Negan introduced his bat who he had named Lucille.

Another flashback hit Katherine. She knew the real Lucille. That was how she came to meet Negan. She wasn’t proud of how things started with them and regretted it even to this day. She had become a mistress without even meaning to and when she tried to leave was when shit hit the fan.

“You’re mine, Katherine! You’re not going anywhere.”

She had her eyes closed as she remembered those words. It was after that she realized it was time to head back to Atlanta. She had thought everything would be okay but now she  was wishing the ground would open her up and swallow her. She heard Negan start walking up and down the line.

“Huh, I gotta fucking shave this shit.” She heard him say as he walked passed her again. She peaked out of the corner of her eye and saw he was now in front of her brother. Her heart hammered against her chest.

“You got one of our guns. Yeah, you got a lot of our fucking guns.” She saw how Carl just stared at him. In a different time, she probably would have laughed. Carl had grown up so much but in this world, you had to grow up fast. “Fuck kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Katherine watched as Negan stood and tucked the gun into the waist of his jeans. She was almost regretting her decision to come out on this trip. She wasn’t going to but she wanted to help Maggie. She needed the doctor at Hilltop and they were all determined to get her there. But now look where they were.

She heard him whistle as he kept walking up and down. Tears were stinging her eyes at the realization one of her friends, no, one of her family members was about to die. She tried not to tense when he once again stopped next to her, this time next to Maggie.

“Jesus. You look fucking shitty. I should just put you out of your misery.” Katherine’s eyes widened but before she could move, she heard Glenn.

“No! No!” Negan’s men tackled him to the ground and hit him before Negan stopped them.

“Nope, get him back in fucking line.”

Katherine heard Maggie crying as well as Glenn.

“No. No. No. Don’t. Don’t.” He choked on his sobs as he was talking. Negan laughed and shook his head.

“All right, listen. Don’t any of you fucks try that again. I will shut shit down, no exceptions. First one’s free. It’s an emotional moment, I get it.” Katherine listened as he kept talking about picking someone. Tears fell from her eyes. Her whole world seemed to stop however when she suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming her way. She choked on a sob as black boots came into her sight.

“Now who is this? She hasn’t even looked at me fucking once.”

Katherine heard her father start to say something but Negan cut him off.

“Fuck off Rick.” He laughed. “I need to know everyone is on board and I can’t do that when they won’t fucking look at me.”

Katherine’s breathing was coming out in short spurts.

“Look at me, Doll.” Katherine made no move to look up. She heard him growl as he bent down and a gloved hand gripped her chin. “I said look at me,” he hissed, pulling her chin up.

Katherine gasped as her terrified blue eyes met brown. She saw how his eyes flashed with shock before a smirk formed on his face.

“Well holy shit! Look who we fucking have here!”

Katherine was sure her heart was going to jump out of her chest with how fast it was going. Negan kept the smirk on his face.

“What? No fucking hello or maybe even a little kiss?” Katherine could feel her father’s eyes on her along with the rest of the group. She shook her head slightly. “What a fucking shame. Here I thought you’d be fucking happy to see me, Kitty Kat.” Katherine almost vomited at the old nickname. Her breath caught in her throat when he lent forward and moved her hair to whisper in her ear. “Because I have fucking missed you, Doll.” He chuckled in her ear before pulling back and standing up.

Negan noticed how Rick was glaring at him and it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“This your kid? Fucking has to be. You look like I just touched your fucking most prized possession.” Negan just laughed before looking around.

“Dwighty boy. Do me a favor. Load Kitty Kat here up in the RV and make sure she’s stays put until I get there.”

Everyone’s eyes widened as a man with stringy blond hair and a half burned face walked over and roughly pulled Katherine up to her feet.

“Easy Dwight. I’ll need her.” He winked at Katherine as she was drug away from her group. She could hear her father pleading with Negan to let her go but she knew it was going to happen. Once in the RV, Dwight pushed her down into a seat at the table.

Katherine couldn’t help the tears that sprung to her eyes. She had spent so long trying to keep away from him. When the apocalypse started, she felt some small sense of relief. She never wished death on anyone. She had just hoped that they’d never run into each other if he was still around. Seems like fate had other plans for her.

She started to cry harder when she heard the screams and cries from her group.

“Oh shit, he is taking a fucking beating.” Dwight smirked at her. Katherine just placed her head in her hands on the table and sobbed. She covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the screaming.

Just when she thought it was done, she pulled her hands away only to her Dwight curse.

“Your friend is a moron.” Katherine quickly stood up and looked out the window seeing Daryl was on the ground with guns pointing at him.

“No!” She tried to run out but Dwight blocked her. Her and Daryl were close. He was like another brother to her. “Let me go!”

“Shut up!” He pushed her back and she fell on the ground. Dwight pulled Daryl’s crossbow around front and held it at her. Katherine lent up on her elbows. “Don’t move. Your boy out there has already gotten you guys into more trouble. You really wanna add to it?”

She couldn’t even talk before she heard more crying. She saw Dwight look out the window and smirk.

“Ya see. Come here.” He walked over and picked her up the collar of her shirt and pulled her back over to the window. Her eyes widened and her stomach rolled when she saw Abraham was no longer there, but a bloody mess on the ground that had been blocked by Daryl and Negan’s men just a few seconds ago. She turned her eyes and gasped, tears starting to fall as she watched Negan beat Glenn with Lucille.

“No! No! Stop!” She yelled beating on the window. She turned and looked at Maggie who was sobbing. Katherine slumped and fell down to the ground.

“Ya see? Ya see what happens when people don’t listen?” Katherine just curled up into a ball and cried.

She didn’t know how much time had passed while she cried. But she couldn’t help but look up when the RV door open and her father was thrown inside. Rick quickly sat up as Negan walked in. He looked around, his eyes finding Katherine on the ground. He smirked at her and turned back to Dwight.

“We’re good here Dwight. Go help fucking make sure all those pricks stay in line while we’re gone.”

Katherine’s eyes stayed wide. Where were they going?! She locked eyes with her dad and she noticed the blood on his cheek. Tears stung her eyes again as Dwight left and Negan shut the RV door. Katherine looks down at the floor when Negan walks over and slams Rick’s ax into the table. Katherine jumped in shock, making Negan laugh.

He walked over and sat down in the drivers seat. He turned his head and grinned at her, showing off his white teeth. 

Originally posted by nerdflash

“Let’s go for a ride.”



BTS Reaction To When Your Baby Is Teething And It Ends Up Gnawing On Them (Request)


“Come on, sweetie. Let’s go get you some real food.”

Originally posted by jiminiemini


*Just lets it happen he don’t give a fuck*

Originally posted by jinful


*in his mind* ‘AHHHH SO CUTE !1!!1!!!1′

Originally posted by frostbittensuga



Originally posted by zheongguk


*thinks it’s absolutely precious*

Originally posted by aegyojimin


*Offers up his fingers to nibble on too* 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts


*proud dad* “THEY GROW UP SO FAST”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

-Piggy ~(0 oo 0)~

Top Ten Naruto Ships

I was tagged by @bethelulune

Let’s count them down…

ShikaTema: There’s something about this bored, tired, angry, “troublesome” pairing that I just sort of dig. Plus their offspring is adorable!

NejiTen: “wE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAAALLLL…” **sighs heavily and stares into the camera like on the office**

GaaLee: COME ON! You did not watch that battle and not come away with a little bit of a hard-on for this pairing. Don’t lie to yourselves. 

InoSai: This was so unexpected. I didn’t even think about it, and yet I ship it! She’s so beautiful and he is too, and together they are fucking awesome..and I bet she poses for him…. just saying.

KakaIru/IruKaka: They damn fine. I ain’t gotta explain myself. **sniff**

SakuHina: Look…aside from being damn adorable and sexy to look at, I think they would be really loving and supportive of one another. But did I mention the sexy? Because yeah…the sexy.

InoSaku: Their initial rivalry and subsequent friendship has all the markings of a good love story, plus they’re hella fine. (I’m not shallow, I swear)

MinaKushi: I mean…how can you NOT ship them?

…Is anyone gonna be surprised by the final two…I mean…anyone?…

SasuHina: They are the sexiest motherflippin’ pairing on this list. The real reason Kishimoto never has them interact is becuase the hotness woud burn the pages. But–as for why I ship them, it actualy has very little to do with their aesthetics and more about the fact that I think they would balance one another out. There is something about the badboy/good girl pairing, for sure, but it’s also two kindred spirits (at least it is for me) like how they were parallels of one another: struggling being second to a prodigy, growing up in important clans. Also SasuHina fans are the BEST in the fandom. 

NaruHina: the Naruto OTP that started my descent into this never ending hellhole. I fell so hard and fast for NaruHina. The fact that she was the ONLY person that saw him BEFORE his heroics. Yes…people saw him and became friends with him and love him–AFTER he proved himself. Hinata is the only fucking person in that shitty-ass village that admired him from the start. And Naruto–god, this kid–he breaks my heart. I’ve seen people shit on the idea that Naruto didn’t respond to Hinata’s confession because he didn’t understand it…but why WOULD he? He’s never been shown that kind of love before; he’s never felt WORTHY of it. And when he does recognize it? Hot damn. He’s more of a romantic than I ever imagined! “Put your arms around me and don’t let go.” I mean, really? **weeps** It’s beautiful. And I will go down fighting for this ship. 



I feel like there’s been a lot of people tagged, but Imma tag:

@fher43 @fun–size @totorotori @gabzilla-z @oh-my-shog

Fergal as a Father:

• during labor, squeezing the shit out of his hand.

• both crying once your child is laid into your arms.

• the first night you guys go home, you both are running on 30 minutes of sleep and cups of coffee

• Fergal getting up more, because, “Honey, you just had a child. At least I can do is help ya.”

• the 1st birthday was emotional.

• sending his child to the first day of kindergarten and shedding a tear, because his little baby is growing up so fast.

• not being able to have any more kids, you and Fergal getting upset because you wanted to expand your family, but thankful for your daughter.

• talking about the birds and the bees when your daughter hits that age.

• taking pictures of her and prom date.

• holding her when she has her first heartbreak.

• cheering for her when she walks down to get her diploma from high school.

• being defensive when her boyfriend asks for her hand in marriage.

• crying when he walks his baby girl down the aisle of her wedding day.

• holding his first grandchild.

• telling his daughter how proud he is of her before his passing.

anonymous asked:

In elementary school I kinda liked this kid name Dillan and he liked me back so everyone made the "uwu childhood couple husband wife uwu" uncomfortable straight shit stuff but fast forward several years I figure out I'm a trans gay guy and I'm hanging out at my elementary school because it's the bus stop I get off at and dillans brother comes over from their nearby house to talk to some other kids near me and I find out it turns out Dillans gay now so it's like lmaooooo

Nothing is purer than childhood friends not growing up to be cishet. Honestly it’s just what self care is all about.

stretch marks.

I remember how I felt when I first got them. I was in middle school, and I wasn't— the most active kid. They first appeared on my thighs, and I was pretty scared. My mom said it was related to weight gain, which was true. They just kept… growing.

Eventually, they spread to my hips, my knees, more places than I knew they could exist. I grew fast, not only weight-wise, but height wise. My body couldn’t keep up. Even on my weightloss/fitness journey, I got stretch marks from that too: on my chest, because my delts and shit grew too fast for my skin to stretch.

So yeah. I have stretch marks. Most everyone does and that’s not something to be ashamed of at all. Yeah, they’ve faded, but I carry them with pride: the tiger stripes that tell my story.

Actual Question : why the fuck are kids growing up so fast?

Does anyone else get disgusted when you see little kids’ Musically videos where they promote weed, alcohol, and “pussy popping”. Just watch “These kids must be stopped” (ricegum). Also I am not even shitting you, in my city there is a 13 year old girl who is dating a fucking 20 year old. Not even shitting you. What the fuck happened dudes…

k’ehleyr ds9 au

  • k’ehleyr’s the one assigned to ds9 in season 4 because she IS the federation’s ambassador
  • she finds jadzia training in the holosuite and sparks fly
  • alexander coming with to ds9. k’ehleyr and keiko being mom friends. (’they grow up so fast.’ “please human children mature much slower than klingon children” ‘at least yours didn’t get lost in time and wander back fully grown.’ “..true.”)
  • k’ehyler asking to come to sisko family dinner so alexander can meet someone his age on station. but what ends up happening is benjamin getting along famously while the kids bond over ‘i’m trying to be polite but this is weird. we don’t need to be set up on a playdate.’
  • k’ehleyr acting as kingmaker in klingon high council politics
  • kira just Not Getting her until they go through some shit together and having each other’s backs.
  • k’ehleyr knows grilka and they hang out when she’s on station. 
  • martok would love k’ehleyr let’s be real. 

When the difference between jungkook and the 95 line hits you so hard
The melancholy of Park Jimin 😂😂😂 I love this kid and his cheeks ❤❤
It’s ok chimchim, some ppl just grow up too fast and enjoy wrecking bias list without asking * points accusingly at * —> Jungkook

Cr : owner of this meme
Things I'm sick of:

Supernatural writers twisting John Winchester’s character into a heartless asshole who left his kids at every possible opportunity.

JDM said that he tried to portray John as extremely caring for his family and that he regretted forcing the boys to grow up too fast along with putting too much on their shoulders. So if the writers could remember that and stop portraying John as a villain that would be some A+ shit, thanks!

Miraculous Holders Described With Onion Headlines

Marinette: Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure.
Ladybug: Work Friend Accidentally Becomes Real Friend

Adrien: Conversations Pretty Limited When Friend Not In Midst Of Crisis
Chat Noir: Area Teen Has Better Things To Do Than Kick Your Ass

Alya: Area Woman Always Has Something Quirky To Do
Volpina(Alya): Kids Grow The Fuck Up So Fast These Days

Chloe: Come On, Lighten Up, I’m Just Being An Asshole
Queen Bee: This Shit Again

Gabriel: Cool Dad A Terrible Father
Hawkmoth: All Kidding Aside, Area Man Really Needs Counselling

Master Fu: Area Man A Walking Encyclopedia Of Everything Except Leading A Normal Life

Right so I’m not a apart of the Taylor Swift fandom but I love her and her music and right now I am so fucking disappointed in tumblr.
The slut shaming is just so hypocritical and nasty and I just don’t understand. All these people claim to be feminists but as soon as Taylor is seen with another guy she’s a whore, slut, bitch etc. Are you kidding me? She can do whatever the fuck she wants. She is a grown adult and one of the most successful women in the music industry, not to mention as actual human being. She has done nothing to deserve the absolute shit that she is receiving. Who cares if she’s moved on fast? Who cares if it’s publicity? News flash, it’s none of your business. So please just grow up and actually try and act like the feminists and anti-sexist people you claim you are.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Wanted to ask about the 'It is an adult’s job not to date children' post. what age would you consider the cut off for adult? like im turning 19 soon and wanted an opinion on an age range to date

tbh while you’re in that “technically an adult but still figuring basics out” range (18-21) I really wouldn’t suggest dating more than a year (two at most) older or younger, because shit is changing SO. FAST. around then and you’re getting way more social/economic power and freedom literally every few months in your late teens/early 20s.

Like, think about what you were like two years ago. You were basically a kid then, by your standards now, yeah? In two years you’ll have the same feeling looking back at now-you, because right now you’re growing up mega fast and there are tonnes of changes.

And in dating/romantic/sexual relationships it’s super important that everyone involved have about the same amount of power or things can get weird and bad in really subtle ways and fuck you up.

anonymous asked:

Tiny Babyface Tim is great. Imagine Bruce always likes to pretend he's a lot younger then he is by imagining Tim's younger. He basically uses Tim's amazing babyface to forget how old he's getting.

I love Bruce Wayne a lot, he is very smart about science and crime and that good shit. I bet he is that dad who can’t remember how old any of his kids are. Tim has it the worst. Bruce is constantly thinking Tim is younger than he really is. He’s a bit scatterbrained, thinking of Justice and such. Plus Tim came to him older than the others so he’s not used to his Robins growing up so fast.

“Tim what you doing drinking wine? You’re 14 you can’t do that!”

“I turned 17 in July, Bruce.”

“Oh… that’s still under age.”

“Breaking In” as a Woman

I had the opportunity to have a short phone conversation with a successful television producer recently.

It was kind of a “Good for you for networking, young person! Keep at it!” conversation, which was nice of him. But one part of the conversation still bothers me. He said that, as a woman, my best bet to land a writer’s assistant job was to babysit for a [male] writer first. He indicated that this was a “sneaky” way women are getting into the biz these days.

To be honest, he’s so high up that if he needed a babysitter, I’d fucking do it. But I can guarantee I’ll be putting a script on his desk and in his car and in his fridge every single day. They’ll be popping up out of his toaster and taped to his mirror and his kids are gonna start quoting my lines to him because I’ve replaced all of their kiddie books. Speaking of the kids, they’re gonna have to grow up real fast because I’ve never babysat a day in my life. Someone chokes, they better know how to do tiny Heimlich maneuvers ‘cause that shit’s never come up in my research for this hour-long dramedy I’m writing, so I really can’t be bothered.

I’m a writer, not a caretaker. Being female doesn’t automatically make me a caretaker. And don’t lie. You’d fire me in an instant if I started handing you scripts in your own home.

Tell me how the guys get in and how ‘bout I try that?