The Walls Would Sing To Me.

When I was young, the walls of my bedroom would sing to me at night. I found the mysterious phenomenon soothing, and looked forward to it every night.

At eight years old, I mentioned it to my parents, and they brought me to a doctor, who concluded I had a wild imagination. This reassured my parents, and prompted me to keep quiet about it in the future.

A few years later, my father had a heart attack in his sleep while my mom was away on a business trip. That night, I woke up suddenly and quickly noticed the absence of the walls’ singing. The silence felt weird, wrong.

It was broken by a lone, strangely familiar voice.

“Young giant, your father is in trouble,” the voice was whispered. It was breathy, like silk against silk, the voice of one of the singers.

Something tickled the skin right below my ear, then dropped down to my arm. When it reached my index finger, I brought my hand to my face so I could see my mysterious companion.

A small, black spider sat on the pad of my finger. Before I could make a move to shake it off, it spoke again.

“You father is very ill. He needs a healer,” the spider insisted in the same delicate whisper before launching itself off my finger into the darkness of my bedroom.

Sure enough, when I went to check on my dad, I was unable to wake him. Later, the doctor told me that my dad would have died if I hadn’t woken up when I did.

The next day, I whispered thanks to the spider that sang in my walls. They hummed in response, and I grinned, happy with my new friends.

My father died from another heart attack when I was seventeen, prompting my mother to spiral into mental decline until her hospitalization a year later. After that, I sunk into a deep depression and ended up in an abusive relationship.

I eventually told the spiders all about my suffering, and they murmured with sympathy from their perches in the walls. A large, brown spider dropped down from the ceiling onto the pillow beside my bruised face and asked me if I would bring my boyfriend over that evening.

“We will take care of you, young giant,” it promised.

So that’s what I did. He came over and settled himself before the TV. I stood at the stove in the kitchen, barely paying attention to my cooking as I waited eagerly to see what the spiders had in store.

He started screaming as the pasta finished. He had stopped by the time I had drained it and added the sauce. I ate my meal happily as I waiting for the police to arrive.

They said he died of a brain aneurism. Tragic, they said. Yes, I agreed, very tragic.

That night, I slept soundly, lulled by the gentle music as my friends sang from their homes in the walls.

Last night I started a rewatch of Doctor Who to take my dad through the show from the beginning. He’s watched several episodes, but never really in any order. 

A rewatch of course means plot bunnies or meta posts from me, because every time I watch this show, I catch things I missed before. 

For instance! Has anyone ever noticed the look on Rose’s face at the very end, when she tells the Doctor no and he doesn’t argue? She expected him to persuade her. 

My entire meta/headcanon surrounding this has changed. I used to think she said no because he was offering her so much more than she’d ever thought was possible. I still think that’s part of her thinking–”I’m just a shopgirl; why does he want to travel with me?” And Mickey is right there, reminding her of how much she isn’t. 

But now… I think I get it now. She was uncertain if she really had the right to accept such an offer, so she said no hoping he would give her reasons that she was the perfect companion for his life. The initial refusal is also there to appease Mickey, at least a little. “Well, I didn’t just run off the first chance I got… he had to talk me into it.” 

It’s all there in her body language. Even when she says no, she’s still hopeful and poised to run. When he slumps in disappointment and only says okay, she is surprised. That’s not how she expected him to react. (@rudennotgingr pointed out that she’s not used to people accepting her choices without arguing over her.) 

And then she stands there in that alley for a few seconds after the TARDIS disappears, staring at the spot where it had been in disbelief. He wasn’t supposed to leave without her!

I’m really not sure how I missed this before. 

Okay, so I just finished watching Doctor Who with my dad (our Saturday tradition). I paused during this scene

And my dad is all like, “Woah, what’s that!?”

Turns out it’s Aurek-Besh from Star Wars. So my dad, being the nerd that he is, decided to translate it.

Here’s what it says


A fucking Back to the Future reference inside a Star Wars reference inside a Doctor Who episode!

This is seriously the nerdiest thing I’ve seen in my life!!!

The Tenth Doctor was my dad and I remember landing the TARDIS in a hole in some girl’s mudroom. She was apparently my pen pal and I had to put a letter in her shoe cubby before she came downstairs. She did, and I barely made it back to the TARDIS before she saw me.

Not Just Another Human

Fandom: Doctor Who

Word count: 1195

Characters: Eleventh Doctor x reader

Warnings: argument

Summary: Requested by anon. The Doctor, who has a crush on the reader, meets her new boyfriend. Unknown to him, she feels the same way. 

 “Doctor! Are you coming or not?” you called up the staircase. As you spoke, you fiddled with the buttons on your shirt.

He bounded into the console room, and you felt your heart leap at the sight of his wild grin and stupid bow-tie. It was like this every time you saw him- even though, you remembered, that had never been an option. You were only human, nothing special. Not to him.

“Of course I am!” he replied. “Gotta make sure he’s good enough for you, don’t I? After all, you’re my best friend. ”

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In Sickness But Not In Health

Summary:- Jughead falls sick, but due to a variety of reasons, he tries to go brave his illness out in school. When he fails, he reveals something he didn’t want to…

In his defense, Jughead never got sick. The last time he recalled falling ill was two years ago, when he’d caught Chicken Pox from some guy at school.

Why did whatever virus or bacteria or pathogen have to show up now, of all times? And why did it have to progress so quickly?

He’d first felt symptoms when he arrived at school, when it was too late to go back. A splitting headache, throbbing in his head, annoying him to the core. He tried to drown it out by listening to music, but that only served to make the pain worse.

Ah, he thought. I’ve just been spending too many nights looking at bright screens.

Then, nausea in third period. He’d gone green within a time period of ten minutes, and tried to keep his head straight.

In lunch, Betty ambushed him.

“Go home, Juggie. You’re clearly not well. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not devouring that cheeseburger.” She said, as she watched him pick on his food.

Jughead groaned. “I can’t, no one’s at home.”

Well, there was no one ever at ‘home’, per say, considering the fact that he lived alone in the back of a Drive In. But that wasn’t the point.

“Stop being stubborn, Juggie.” She insisted. “You’ll end up fainting during gym.”

Oh shit. He’d forgotten about gym. And as for the fainting part, he shuddered.

Nope, wrong thing to do, as waves of nausea attacked him.

“It’s okay, Betty, I must’ve eaten something bad.”

Betty let it go, though not without a disapproving pout.

Then in sixth period, biology, they had to dissect a frog, which normally didn’t disgust him, but now-

He closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead. “Why today?” He muttered.

“What was that? Sorry, didn’t catch you.” Archie, his lab partner for that period, said.

“Nothing, just the-” he gesticulated towards the now- open frog in front of them.

Archie frowned. “You okay, Jug? You seem pale.”

“Nothing much. Must’ve inhaled some dust or pollen.”

He forgot that it was winter and blooming flowers were nowhere to be seen.

“Sure you don’t want to go to the nurse and go home?”

“Yep.” Jughead winced and tried to shove his God forsaken nausea down his throat and brave the dissection.

As the hour-long period passed, Jughead’s urge to throw up grew and grew. He tried to pacify himself by thinking about yay, flowery fields, and wow, scenic spreads of the ocean.

When that plan failed, he thought about the novel he was writing. Images of Jason’s body surfaced, and now, he was in trouble.

When the bell rang, he ran to the bathroom down the hall, shoved the stall’s door open and threw up.

It hurt so badly, every inch of him, and he knew that this was some terrible version of the flu that he definitely couldn’t handle at school. After emptying his stomach out, he leaned back and slumped against the wall of the stall.

A worried Archie and Betty were standing at the door, looking at him in sympathy. Archie moved forward to pay Jughead’s back. “Jughead, I’m taking you to the nurse, and please don’t protest.”

Jughead looked and Betty. “Am I in the girl’s toilet?”

Betty laughed. “No. But when you literally flew out of Biology, we had to follow you here. Even if guys are ogling me.” She threw a glare at a freshmen behind her.

Jughead threw his head back, now registering another symptom- a fever. He was wearing, what, four layers, and even with the school’s thermostat, he was shivering.

His brain muddled up, lost in a swarm of germs or viruses (or was it bacteria?), and without thinking, he unveiled the one secret he’d kept from them, one he was most ashamed of.

“If I go to the doctor- nurse- whoever, she’ll call my dad,” he paused to wipe his mouth, “-who’s currently biking with the Gang all the way to New Hampshire,” again, to wince at a pulse of pain in his head, “-probably picking up fights with random hipsters.”

Betty and Archie looked at each other. Evidently, they were confused.

“What? Juggie- are you home alone, then?” Betty asked, crouching near him. She clasped his hand. “God, Juggie, you’re burning up.”

“I figured,” he said. Biting  back some fuzziness, he continued. “I guess you could say home alone.”

They did the weird eye contact thing again.

“Okay, Juggie, you’re not making much sense.” Betty said. “But we’re taking you to the nurse.”

Archie hefted his arm up, pulling the rest of Jughead along. The dark haired boy’s limbs were jelly, and this curse of a disease that he currently had was only getting worse.

Leaning on both his friends, they walked through the now-empty halls, because everyone was in class.

“We’re missing class.” Jughead whispered, a flash of pain clouding his vision.

Archie shook his head. “We’ll be excused.”

They made their way through three hallways to the nurse’s office.

Once they reached, the bustly nurse firmly took Jughead, plonked him down on the bed, and examined him. She took his temperature.

All Jughead wanted to do was lie down and sleep, but neither the nurse nor Archie and Betty were having any of it.

“You have a temperature of 104 degrees, young man!” She scolded. “You might need to go to the hospital!”

“God, no.” Jughead whispered, wincing. “I’m fine, let me go back to class.”

The nurse ignored him. “I’m gonna go and get some medicine for you, young lad. Stay put.” She walked into an adjoining room. “I’m calling your parents.”

Jughead had no choice. She’d call home, only to find that it was a fake number, and on more thorough examination, she’d find that his mom and sister currently lived in San Francisco, and his dad was on his way to New Hampshire. He was now left with no choice; his addled brain wasn’t willing to come up with an adequate solution.

“I don’t have anywhere to go;” he said, closing his eyes. “That’s a fake number.” He told them the whereabouts of his family, falling back on the bed and curling up. “Now, please let me sleep.”

He drifted into a slow unconsciousness, addled with disturbed memories of the night his mom and Jellybean left; him opting not to go on the road with his father; getting a job at the Drive In and making it his home.

He woke up to the soft whisperings of a man, gently tapping his shoulder.

Jughead’s headache and now, soreness everywhere, persisted, and he had to put in every bit of effort to crank his eyelids open.

“Mr Andrews?”

He stared through his slit-wide eyes with confusion, wondering what Archie’s dad was doing here.

“Hey, bud.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I told the nurse to call him, Jug.” Archie stood behind Jughead. “You were sick, and when we called the number you’d listed, your were right. It was fake.”

“Now, I know you’re feeling like crap, Jughead, and we will deal with all this when you’re feeling better, but for now, we’re going to take you home and let you get some rest.” Fred Andrews said.

Jughead didn’t protest much, making up his mind to do so later, and slowly followed the redhead and his dad.

As they passed the nurse, she piped up. “Young boy, I will be asking questions later, but don’t exert yourself. I would recommend you go to the hospital if your symptoms don’t lessen in intensity by Friday.”

Mr Andrews laughed. “I’ll make sure, Dorothy.”

Jughead wondered if the nurse had blushed or it was just a figment of his imagination.

Archie accompanied them too, not really explaining why he’d been allowed to leave school. After falling asleep, Betty had probably gone back to class.

They reached the Andrews’ house, and Archie helped Jughead to his front porch. Jughead crashed on the couch, savouring the reduction of his symptoms when his eyelids closed.

If he wasn’t mistaken, he might have mumbled an incoherent “thank you”, and received a “don’t worry about it,” in reply.

When (if, his pessimistic and slightly dramatic side thought) he woke up, he’d have explaining to do- lots of it, to lots of people, but now, he could focus on just getting better.

You’re pathetic, he thought. You need to fall violently sick in order to admit that you’re shitty situation is, indeed, very shitty.

He yawned. Eh, he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it. For now, all he could do was sleep.

And sleep he did.

sandystobschinskidreamer  asked:

2D with a S/O who's really afraid of needles and is gonna get an injection soon because of whatever reason (I'm really afraid of needles myself!)

A/N: i used to be spooked by needles when i was a youngin and i remember just giving the doctors and my dad hell every single time like i had to be restrained lol

  • “Is it going to hurt?” you ask for what seems to be the millionth time. As tolerant as 2D was, he was beginning to think his constant reassuring was for nothing as you nervously waited in the waiting room, bouncing your leg up and down.
  • “It’s only going to hurt if you think it will,” he says casually. He honestly didn’t understand the fear behind it, having dealt with physical pain far worse, it was just a small pinch, nothing more or less. 
  • “Y/N?”
  • You both turn to look at the nurse who’s peeked his head out from behind the door. He catches your gaze and mentions you inside. Your shaking hands grab one of 2D’s as you follow him cautiously out of the waiting room.
  • Once you sit down in the patient’s chair, 2D attempts to free his hand but you have it in a vice lock. The nurse examines your file as he washes his hands, pulling gloves over clean fingers before he assembles the injection. He holds the syringe in one hand and turns to face you, asking you to roll up your sleeve and you hesitantly do so. He sanitizes the site and as the needle slowly approaches your forearm, you stop him, “Wait, hold on.”
  • 2D is momentarily confused when you get up and sit him down on the chair instead, opening his mouth to protest that he can’t receive the shot for you, but he stops when you sit on his thighs, pulling his arms around your waist as you grip his wrists tightly, “Okay, I’m ready now.”
  • You shut your eyes tightly as you await the unbearable pain that is to come but it never does. You open your eyes to see the nurse discarding his used gloves in the bin before washing his hands in the sink. You look at your arm to see a small band aid upon your skin, “Wait, that’s it?” you ask.
  • “Yep,” the nurse and 2D say simultaneously. 2D snorts, “All that for nothing.”
  • You roll your eyes and the two of you head out, 2D secretly snatching a lollipop as you make your way out. When you’re outside the office he surprises you with the sweet, telling you that you did so well and he was very proud of you.
  • From then on, every time you go to the doctor, you ask him to go with you and he happily obliges 
spn: the next generation episode 4

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Katie, Sam x daughter!Reader, Katie x cousin!Reader, Sam x niece!Katie, Dean x niece!Reader

read more: pilot, part 2, part 3


A/N 1 :a new part! i took a little longer than expect because i was on vacation. finally it’s here. sorry that it took so long until the next part but it’s here. we working hard on it. we hoop that you like it.

A/N 2 : Thank you for your patience ! We hope you enjoy it despite the wait, and sorry for that !

(we love to get feedback! you can send it to @evyiione or to me!)


The nurses rushed to your father and getting you on a stretcher and leading you to the OR.

Dean handled the administrative aspects and after this the nurses leaded your family to the waiting room, where they waited for hours. Every Time Sam saw a doctor passing through the door he rushed to him asking for some update about your state, but they always answered “Calm down Mr. Winchester, we are taking care of her, she’s in good hands”

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anonymous asked:

Thistle is there a reason you're scared of hospitals? Because let's be honest you totally are based on that reaction (which is perfectly ok!!)

*Sigh* I just really don’t trust doctors and hospitals… My dad worked at one when I was real young. He’d bring me along with’em cause id get into trouble if I was home all by myself.. Monsters who went into those hospitals never came back out. I don’t wanna end up like them.”

Louise/Logan - Sleepover

Wow guys, I’ve always wanted to write this fic and I finally was able to. The new Bob’s Burgers episodes got me in the writing spirit again. I really need to get ready for school now so I’m just gonna leave this here and edit it later if there are any grammatical errors. Here you go lovelies, a Louigan fic <3

EDIT - Fixed all the errors (I hope). Feel free to read and enjoy now~

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Reason # 4838392 my dad is the best

I walked in from work and he’s in the living room alone watching the new Duck Tales on Disney. We used to watch the original together religiously when I was a little kid. He’s a 75 year old man. He does not give a fuck. And he said “I really like the guy voicing Scrooge.” Guys that’s David Tennant. I was like oh, I just met him in June. And he’s all “Oh? Is he on Supernatural or Doctor Who?” Like. My dad knows me. He pays attention to who I’ve met 😂So I said “Doctor Who” and he’s all “show me the picture I never saw it!”

But he was totally watching Duck Tales. By himself. He also turns on shit like the Rugrats and Alvin and the Chipmunks and stuff. By himself. He da best.

So I’ve been recommending to my dad to watch Sherlock for months now and today we finally had some free time to watch it so we sat down and began to binge. At the end of S1 E1 when john and Sherlock are walking off into the night and they look at each other and smile my dad says and I shit you not; “yeah they’re gay. Super gay.” And I couldn’t stop laughing. Later on, on S4 E2 when mrs Hudson exited her car my dad yells; “YAAAASS QUEEN!” And I can’t B R E A T H . May I point out that this is the same man who just learned what dabbing was two days ago.

Follow Your Heart

Title: Follow Your Heart
Fandom: Once Upon A Time (TV Series)
Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina Mills | Evil Queen
Rating: G… I have not written a G fict in so long. Whoa.
Links: AO3 & FF.Net  (Coming Soon)
Warnings: None. It’s super fluffy.
Summary: Regina is taking little Robyn for a follow up.
Notes if I continue this: I’m thinking that it’s going to be flangsty. See, in my head, though its not revealed here, Regina is an ex cardio surgeon, which an accident caused her to lose her ability to perform her job. So that will be a factor.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or whatever the hell else. They belong to Disney, ABC etc, etc, I claim no rights to copyrighted material, and this story is purely for entertainment purposes.
Masterpost: Here  (Coming Soon)

Originally posted by swanemma

“Aunt ‘Gina?” the little ginger haired girl piped up from the backseat, kicking her feet absentmindedly as she looked at her aunt in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, my sweet pea?” the girl’s aunt replied. She was dark haired woman with a light olive skin tone and dark chocolate color eyes. She smiled at the little girl that she was her whole world. And until she returned her little sweet pea to her mother, the girl was.

“Why do you always do that?” the little girl asked.

“Do what?”

“Put on the ‘fume. Mummy says it’s only for special times,” the girl explained. “And we’re just going to the doctors.”

The little girl heard a woman bark laughter through the speaker of her aunt’s phone. And she knew immediately that she was talking with her mom.

“Yes, Aunt Regina,” her mother said. “Robyn has a point. Why are you putting on perfume, Sis?”

“Zelena…” Regina warned.

“Oh!” Little Robyn piped up. “Is it cos you like Dr. Emma? Mummy says…”

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I just watched the Doctor Who season finale with my dad and his wife, and god damn they’re homophobic as fuck. Spoiler warning.

So the water girl saved Bill, and they kissed, and both Dad and the step-mom said “Ew” at about the same time. Then after the episode ended we had a talk about Jodie Whittaker being the new Doctor, and they were against it. They’re concerned the show will suffer because of “forced political correctness”.

I fucking hate that about this side of the family, and I hate that nothing I can say to them will change their minds. I hate that they’re raising children, my sister and my stepbrother, in this environment.

History Repeats Itself

Writer - @dammnwalkingdead

Requested - yes

Prompt:  Can you please do one where the reader is a girl Carl’s age who lost her parents and is living on Hershel’s farm and when Carl gets shot (the first time) she helps Carl and they end up becoming best friends? Thank you!! 


Warning - sadness at times, fluffiness at times, blood/gore, and mention of depression (Only a sentence or 2) 

A/N: I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE DEPRESSION OR ANY MENTAL/PHYSICALLY DISABILITY If you need help, I am always here and will understand. You Are Loved. 

Disclaimer - I do not own any of AMC’s The Walking Dead’s characters, plots, or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of TWD.

Summary - Reader lost her parents at beginning of the apocalypse and moved in with her great Uncle Hershel and his family on the farm when some unexpected but accepted guest arrive 

Setting - Hershel’s farm (season 2) with flash-forward to Alexandria (season 6 time period) 

A/N - I really didn’t know how to make reader arrive onto the farm so I just made Hershel her great uncle and I made them (CarlXReader) just best friends alone with slight flirting and added a little flash-forward to Carl getting shot again in season 6 to show growth with them - let me know if you want me to change this at all and I will :)

Request are open :)

Originally posted by walkingdeadcarl

Originally posted by h-emogl0bin

It had seem centuries since the Dead began rising and eating everyone they could get their grubby hands and teeth on but in reality it was close to half a year. 

At the beginning of the outbreak my parents, due to my mom being a doctor and my dad being a police officer, left to help. They told me to pack a few outfits and some things to keep me busy and they gave me food, water, first aid kits and a large knife with a holder.

At the time I didn’t understand why they would give me, a 12 year old girl, a knife. I now understand fully. 

My parents dropped me off at my Great Uncle Hershel’s farmhouse told me they love me and then left. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever see them again.

Almost 6 months later and it still hurts, I stood in the kitchen with Beth and Maggie making small talk when suddenly we all heard non-coherent yelling from outside and we all ran outside to see what was happening.

Once outside I saw Otis running behind a sheriff and a boy who was unconscious in his arms…blood was everywhere.

“(Y/N). Go upstairs. You’re too young to see this.” Uncle Hershel said mono-toned.

I turned on my heel and ran upstairs and sat in the corner of the room I share with Beth and read a book trying to block out the noises.


Days have passed and I learned the name of the sheriff was Rick Grimes and the kid who was in his arms was his son, Carl. Otis had accidentally shot him. Rick’s group came to the farm and step a few meters from the house. 

Rick and his wife, Lori had been busy with their group and left Carl in the spare bedroom knowing he was okay, during these times and also at night, I would sneak into the room and sit in the chair next to Carl and read. I didn’t want him to wake up without anyone there to comfort him. Little did I know Uncle Hershel and Rick knew I did this, watched me and laughed about it.

Then the day finally came when my best friend to be woke up, 

“Dad? Mom?” I heard the quiet but harsh voice called out

“We’re right here Carl. Everything is okay.” Lori said as Maggie walked into the room with a glass of water.

3 days later and Carl was sitting up in bed, eating, and walking around by himself; I wanted to introduce myself but didn’t know how. Until one day Beth had me change his bandages.

“Hey Carl.” I said as I walked into the room as his head whipped towards me

“Who are you?” He asked gently 

“I’m (Y/N),” I smiled, “I’m Hershel’s great niece and I’m just going to change your bandages.”

“How old are you?” He asked me as he raised his arm, an indication for me to begin changing the bandages. 

“I’m 12.” I said shortly focusing on my work.

“So am I,” He smiled at me, “How do you know how to do all of this stuff?” he asked 

“I’ve always wanted to be a vet or doctor and so Uncle Hershel just started teaching me the basics.” I replied back, finishing up my work.

“Well, I’ll let you be now I guess.” I stood from my sitting position on the bed and began to walk out.

“Wait. Will you hang out with me here for a little bit? It’s been awhile since I had someone my age to talk to.” He said

“Yeah sure.” I replied as I sat back down.


Three and a half years has passed since that day and I know stood in the kitchen of the house I share with the Grimes family, Daryl and Morgan in Alexandria. 

I was facing a cupboard attempting to reach the knife sharpener that sat itself on the top shelf. I stood on my tip toes and still could not reach my desired item when all of sudden I felt a warmth behind me, a hand on my left hip, and an arm reach up and grab the sharpener with ease and passed it down to my open and waiting hand.

“There you go, bug.” He used the nickname he gave me 3 years from when he discovered my irrational fear of all bugs.

“Thanks.” I tilted my head up and smiled at him as I grabbed the hunting knife I had found on a run and began sharpen it.

“You’re doing okay right?” He asked, a frequent question he’s asked me since I witness my Uncle Hershel’s death and slipped into a depression which worsened when I saw Daryl carrying Beth’s lifeless body out of the hospital.

“I’m doing fine, stop worrying.” I put my hand on his chest reassuringly.

“Hey. You know I am alwyas going to wor-” Carl was cut off from his sentence when we heard a loud crashing noise. 

Carl and I looked at each other and began to run out of our house, grabbing my knife as I ran out behind him.

As we approached the scene before us we saw that one of the watch towers had fallen, taking down a wall with it as Rick, the man that had basically adopted me was yelling out to everyone,

“Get into your houses! barricade the doors!” 

Carl and I ran into the Jessie’s house as she yelled for us and we were followed by Michonne, Jessie and her two kids, Deanna and Rick. 

We soon discovered Deanna had been bit and was willing to stay but wanted us to leave and go somewhere safer. 

Rick came up with the plan to cover ourselves with walker blood to walk through the herd that had form outside in the once safe and sound town of Alexandria. 

We held hands and began to walk towards the armory , I stood between Carl and Rick, 2 knives sat on my right hip while a machete sat on my left. 

I heard Sam saying “mom” over and over and knew we were in trouble, I squeezed Carl’s hand for reassurance and he returned it.

It all happened so suddenly yet seem to be in slow motion, Carl stopped, I turned to look and saw that Sam had stopped dead in this tracks and was staring at a walker in the distance. We all begged him to keep moving when he got engulfed in walkers being eaten alive. Rick and Carl quickly dropped my hands and I then grabbed out my knife from my right hip as Jessie stood in shock as her soon was ripped apart in front of her yet she soon suffered the same fate. 

Carl could not break free of the now on the brink of death Jessie’s grip so Rick chopped off her arm to save Carl, once he was done and Carl stood up we heard the clicking of a gun and we all looked in its direction and saw Ron standing there, pointing it at Rick.

I switched my hand position on my knife and quickly threw it at Ron, a trick I had acquired from Daryl, just as Michonne’s sword pierced through his boyd my knife lodged itself into his neck and the gunshot went off.

“Dad? (Y/N)?” Carl said turning his head towards us to revel to us that the rouge bullet had lodge itself into Carl’s eye. He fell to the ground and I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming as Rick ran and picked him up in his arms running towards where Denise was.

I snapped out of my short trance and began to help Michonne clear a path for Rick, it seemed as if it took a forever to get to the infirmary. I was the last to run in and I closed the door behind me. 

It was chaos inside the infirmary, but Denise managed to get Carl stable, I sat on the bed next to Carl holding his hand and brushing his hair out of his face, talking to him gently,

“Carl. Please don’t leave me. I don’t know where I’d be without you. You’re my best friend. The only one I truly have left by myself. Please don’t do this to me. We’ve got so much more to see, your dad says he’s going to rebuild the community and that he’s hopeful. We can see a new world.” I begged the unconscious form in front of me. 

The hand I held softly but surly returned my grip and I felt tears form in my eyes realizing how close I was to losing my best friend, I quickly and without thinking leaned down and hugged him tightly as he returned it lightly and weakly saying,

“I’m not going to ever leave you bug. I won’t be able to make sure you’re okay.” and we both slightly pulled away from each other and I placed my forehead lightly against his and laughed at his statement.

“You gotta stop doing this to me. It scares me.” I whispered, laughing lightly

“You know what they say bug, History repeats itself.” 


A/N - I’m not sure how I feel about this one. Message me Anon if you want it to be different! :)

Alright, folks, here is my plan to obtain my degrees:

Online classes through CCD from Spring-Fall 2018 and, hopefully, transfer up to CSU. Hello, moving to FoCo! From there I will obtain my bachelors in Sociology with a concentration in Environmental Sociology and a minor in Political Science. From there I will go to CU Boulder. Hello, moving to Boulder! Then I will obtain my PhD in Sociology with a concentration in Environmental Sociology. What do I want to do with this, you ask? I either want to work with environmental nonprofits, government agencies, or work with politicians during their campaigns to help advise environmental policies.

I’ve applied and got accepted to CCD (obviously) and I’ve filled out and submitted FAFSA so I’m just waiting to hear back from my school about how much I will receive (pray for me). I want to take 12 credits while I work full-time because I hate myself but I truly think I can do it. Goodbye social life, hello Dr. Ray.

10 facts about me!

Tagged by @vrael-mcl Thank you so much <3

1. I’m allergic to apples

2. My favorite otome is “Nameles: the one thing you must recall”

3. I studied 3 years of french and I learned shit

4. I want to be a writer and publish my novels someday

5. Aries, True Neutral, INTP, Slytherin

6. I’m asexual 

7. My favorite anime is Saint Seiya and my favorite videogames are Final Fantasy VII and Shadow of the Colossus

8. I wanted to be a doctor just like my dad but at the end I decided to study clinical psychology 

9. I suck at drawing and i’m terrified of trying thanks to a teacher that always made fun of me

10. The name “Shion” comes from my favorite characters
-Shion from Sainy Seiya
-Shion Sonozaki from Higurashi no naku koro ni
-Xion (sounds like Shion) from Kingdom Hearts
Lots of Shions in my life :’D

I tag: @mcl-outsa @lysandals @indigopurpure @foresthuntermajrach @katherinegmz95 @redrose04 

Only if you want to :3