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Reveling in Richonne

#90: The “Few More Days” (7x12)

Y’all we’ve arrived at the final Richonne moment of 7x12! 🎉And it is an adorably perfect moment if I do say so myself. 😊

So the Trash Lady clearly folds and gets in formation once Rick lays out the deal of their negotiation. You can tell that Rick is still super annoyed and frustrated that these Garbage Patch Kids are so difficult and I love that Michonne sees that he’s upset and she makes her way over to him.

Like this is a wife that is so in tune with her man and knows exactly how to comfort him and reach him for whatever occasion.

And so they stand in front of each other, all up close and personal as usual. Like for real they are standing super close in this public place and I love it cuz it just further proves that these two are 100% magnets. 👌🏽

And, looking all glowy and peaceful, Michonne tells him “You get a few more days, before what happens next.” I’ve mentioned it before, but I have to say it again; I really do adore the tone of the way these two talk to each other. 😍

Like she’s just so uplifting and gentle with him in this moment and again she’s saying his words back to him with the whole “what happens next” and “few more days” cuz she knows that’s what he’s been wanting. 

It’s also cute that she tells him you get a few more days cuz you know she means “a few more days out there with me” lol. And Rick also knows this and he proceeds to have the cutest dang reaction. 😋

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Like he really hears her out and then legitimately visibly perks up upon realizing this means they get more time together.

It’s adorable the way he curiously and happily says, “Few more days?” Like y'all this man was super annoyed just seconds ago and now his entire demeanor has changed and he’s practically cheery. 😊

And Homeboy low key looks entranced too lol. Cuz they were already standing super close and then he steps even closer to her. Like all of a sudden no one else was even there anymore, it was just the two of them.

Hearing that he gets a few more days to just be with her is music to his ears. And it’s clear this woman holds the keys to his heart, y'all.

Plus, it’s cute that the writers do this cuz, throughout the whole episode, Rick consistently wanted a few more days and so it’s nice that they end with him getting what he wanted from the beginning. Like it feels full circle. And we actually get a rare TWD happy ending. 🙌🏾

And I love that Michonne one; knew how to lift Rick’s spirits in this moment two; put a positive spin on this frustrating gun situation by reminding Rick this means a few more days to just live and three; when Michonne then replies, “That’s right. We’ll find more, figure it out. Soon. In a few more days.” It shows how she’s evolved too.

That talk with Rick in the van has opened her own eyes to know that time is limited and so you can see that she too is excited for and plans to cherish these few more days they get. 

Originally, she was so ready to just get this fight started and over with but now she’s okay with the fight being put off for a little bit. This lets us know she’s come to terms with how short life can be and so she’s ready to make the most of their time as well. They’re fully on the same page once again. 👌🏽

And it’s sweet how positive her words are too. Like she really is Rick’s cheerleader and she’s confident that they’ll figure things out so long as they figure it out together.

I just love that, despite the gun situation being unnecessarily prolonged, they’re both low key happy that it means more time together. Like basically, this implies that R&M got a “Say Yes 2″. 😋

They spent a whole trip together and yet here they are excited for even more time. That’s how you know it’s the real love. 💯

Again this was such an amazing husband and wife moment and what made it even better is that after that proposal it feels like they too know that they’re husband and wife.

Like they look at each other like they’re married and they know it. And I love how visibly happy you can tell they make each other. Just the idea of a few more days is enough to make them leave that junkyard feeling like they won. 😊

And then they walk off holding hands cuz TWD has no chill. 😂 I love it! Them holding hands here just lets you know that they really do know they’re married and that those magnets are alive and well within them.

I adore that this is so natural for them and that, not only are they unafraid of PDA, but they do it so often and wherever they go. Here. For. It. 🙌🏾

And as they hold hands and walk off, looking like royalty, we all watched them from above, in our newfound place in Heaven. 😇 It was great.

This was legit my mood as R&M concluded what was basically a beautiful Richonne bottle…

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Like you just had to turn up for all the gold that we witnessed in this episode. Richonne completely delivered in 7x12 and it was tens across the board. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

I know the episode technically ended with Rosita and her foolish plan but, for me, that handhold was the end.

(Side note tho: Rick was looking real refreshed when he was talking to Tara at the end of the episode lol. Like that was def a man who has had a nice honeymoon vacation 😂)

I remember when it ended I was like TWD should make it mandatory to have a Richonne bottle each season cuz the amount of A1 Richonne goodness in this episode was everything. 💯😊

It was so great to see Rick and Michonne just get to be Rick and Michonne, and revel in Richonne, as well as be so human and multidimensional and playful and heartfelt. Like I got my life and was buried all at the same time. 🙉😊

This episode truly was such a meaningful love letter to Richonne and a reminder of why Rick and Michonne are truly the GOAT.  👌🏽😋

I started these 7x12 posts with this and I’ll say it one last time just for good measure; In “Say Yes” we were blessed. Amen. 🙌🏾🎉😊

Ava in Wonderland (based on Disney’s Alice in Wonderland)

“I’m not crazy. My reality is just different from yours.”

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Subban on his teammates giving him a solo lap of the ice before warmups started: “I wasn’t expecting that, but right before we went out, the guys had their sticks up like creating a gauntlet down the hallway - then they got the PK chant going and I had to fly right out! I think the last time I did that was either my first game as rookie or something like that. I got to be honest with you, I’ve got a great bunch of teammates … the way they handled everything the past couple of days … it’s a good group of men in there.”

Meditation for the Wild-Minded Witch

do you have ADHD? are you easily distracted? do you daydream constantly abt everything and anything? when you hear the words “you might fall asleep” in a post abt meditation, do you sigh and roll your eyes?

if you answered “yes” to any of the above, then this is the post for you!!

as someone who has type one ADHD and a crazy imaginative mind, I haven’t seen a single Intro To Meditation post that pertains to me. they’re always abt tips for visualization, or tips for not falling asleep within 5 minutes. I have insomnia you guys, I ain’t gonna be asleep in any less than 2 hours smh

without further rambling, here’s some tips and tricks for people who just can’t fucking meditate

1) listen to some goddamn music. preferably stuff you’ve listened to many times before, songs you have basically memorized so you don’t get distracted by how unique this new sound is, or how cool that voice was right there. listen to your favorites!! listen to songs in foreign languages, so you aren’t focused on the words but more the feeling they give. blast that shit through your most comfortable earbuds, tune everything else out

2) don’t sit outside. trust me. too many extra sensory bits and shit that you just don’t need rn. miss me with that wind and bugs and prickly grass.

3) tired of the “visualize a door” method? visualize yourself dancing! find one good dance song that you’ll only use when trying to meditate, and choreograph your own little routine! imagine urself dancing outside on a chilly autumn day- the air smells crisp and the leaves crack and almost hurt beneath your feet and every once in a while your arms hit a twig or branch. imagine it’s spring and there’s cold dew on the soft new grass and the sun is making your bare arms tingly, a warm breeze tugs at your hair and clothes. get creative! the hardest part is imagining yourself *in* your body, looking out, instead of watching urself dance like it’s a movie.

4) sit in the car!! oh my god!! do this!! the passenger seat of the car opens a world of possibilities, and you probably won’t even have to close your eyes because damn, look at you, you’re already off daydreaming abt god knows what and completely ignoring everything around you!! if cars are good for anything, it’s daydreaming. now all you gotta do is figure out how to switch your daydreaming off and turn meditating on.

5) school age witch? meditate in the morning on the bus. if you trust the other kids riding with you enough, do it on the way home too (warning: may suddenly find urself interrupted by flying paper balls or gross laughing. this is why we meditate in the mornings when everyone’s half asleep still)

6) it’s okay if a stray thought drifts in every once in a while, so don’t get upset over it.

7) your leg bouncing? scalp itch? eye twitching? keep bouncing it! scratch your head! rub your eyes!! trying to ignore these things will take more effort than it will to just take care of them. make sure youre comfortable

8) extending on that point, if you find your overall position uncomfortable, just move dude. it’s okay, just cause you aren’t laying with ur arms at ur sides and legs perfectly straight doesn’t mean you won’t get some meaningful meditation in

I was hoping to get 10 points but I’m suddenly lacking motivation and getting bored with typing this. guess that’s the proof for you that I have ADHD? I hope these help! feel free to add on your own tips for meditation! and like always, don’t beat urself up if nothing seems to be helping. I’ve been trying for three years and I still struggle very much to meditate, and be confident that what I’m seeing isn’t just my Wild Wild imagination, and is instead the astral or whatever else I’m looking for. take your time, and good luck! ✨🌊🥀

look i’m always imagining how lance and keith’s first kiss might happen because it could go a MiLLiON different ways? 

  • they’re sitting on the couch having a staring contest and it’s already been a minute but keith doesn’t even look close to blinking, and lance is just like “fuck it” because he looks gorgeous and amazing and stupid with his wide eyes and eyebrows practically in his hair trying to not blink
    • keith has his hands pressed lightly to lance’s chest to keep him from getting too close and blowing in his face because he’s not about to let him cheat 
    • but lance just surges forward and crushes keith’s hands between their chests and kisses him 
    • at first keith is like “woah” but it only takes him a second to start kissing him back
    • but then he starts to giggle because lance’s lips tickle a little and he’s just like “lance, stop” 
    • lance is like “hm? why?” in between two kisses that are nearing keith’s neck because he has no chill
    • “because,” keith says, but there’s laughter in his voice. “i was trying to look at you.” 
    • (he was pretty much using the staring contest as an excuse to stare at lance without worrying about getting caught) 
    • lance pulls back and registers this. and then he kisses him harder
  • or like, after a sparring session, they’re both really worn out but lance is just looking at keith, who’s pretty sweaty and gross like he is, and can’t help himself 
    • except he misses and gets keith’s chin instead 
    • he’s too tired to feel embarrassed tbh, but he pulls back and frowns a little and is like “oh, sorry. i was aiming for your mouth” 
    • keith just smiles a little and wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him right on the mouth
    • “like that?” he asks. 
    • lance, dazed and in love: “um, yeah. that’s good.” 
    • keith nods sagely and leans back in for another kiss
    • later they lay around in keith’s bed staring at each other because they’re extra and in love  
    • keith, about lance’s horrible first aim: “i thought you were the team’s sharpshooter"
    • lance, smirking: “maybe i just need a little more practice” 
  • this is going to get long if i keep going but basically their first kiss could go any way and i love it i love them 
  • thank youUU
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I saw someone call bendy a demonic croissant and I couldn’t let it go, that’s such a great name. here’s a silly comic.

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the spy au that @philosophium ordered !!


Andrew slips through a slit in the crowd, brushing through the sleek trains of expensive gowns, rich wool suits jackets catching on his own. He’s on his second flute of champagne, and the tartness keeps him focused. His attention is on the flavour and the rim of the glass and the warp of faces through it. His earpiece crackles and whispers.

He can see his mark on the opposite side of the room, surrounded by servers and liars and pretty things. One of them is all three, Andrew can tell: a waiter’s vest, a seam of over-applied foundation, and bright blue eyes.

He’s distracting, flighty, a rubber band pulled all the way back. He looks like the memory of a case file, and a name occurs to Andrew one second before Kevin hisses it into his ear.

“It’s fuckin’ Charlie Pilot. Don’t engage, Minyard, we’re not here for him.”

Andrew doesn’t make any effort to reply, just takes another pull of champagne. He’s not really watching the troupes of entertainers or the clockwork security or the velvet and silk blooming under bowing chandeliers. He’s not even watching the man he’s either going to rob or kill, who’s laughing and weedy, red in the face from the alcohol. He’s stuck on Pilot –  next to his target, holding a heavily stocked tray of appetizers, his expression pleasant and empty.

He’ll be an irritant to what should be a straightforward plan, if he keeps hovering. Andrew takes a loaded step forward and the voice in his ear complains.

“Don’t even think about moving in until Pilot leaves. He’s probably doing reconnaissance for Matt. I bet he doesn’t even know about the file.”

Andrew watches Pilot’s face tick, the way he blinks like he’s on a timer, the way he’s worrying the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

“I bet he does,” Andrew murmurs, and he drains the last of the champagne. He plucks his tie pin away from the fabric and drops it in the empty glass, leaving it on a passing tray.

“What— what the fuck Minyard, we’ve lost visuals. Do you hear me? Andrew? Andrew?”

Andrew weaves through the rest of the golden crowd, ignoring the buzz of Kevin’s reprimands in his ear. He finds a new spot on the outskirts of the crowd where Pilot has installed himself.

“Do you know how fucking expensive those cameras are? You’re such a piece of shit operative,” Kevin says. “When you inevitably come back without the intelligence and without our equipment, it’s costing us to keep you around, do you realize that?”

Andrew’s more focused on the way Pilot’s shoulders are turning to face him, the slim line of his tailored pants, that eyelash-thick smudge of un-blended make up.

“Shrimp?” Pilot offers, swaying the tray in his direction.

“No,” Andrew says, but he stays uncomfortably near, feeling along the edges of his boundaries without finding any seams. Pilot’s composure is still and reserved as a frost-ravaged garden.

“Have a good evening then,” Pilot says graciously, turning back towards the host that Andrew should be sizing up but hasn’t even looked at. He glances at him for a sliver of a moment, finds himself uninterested, and looks back at Pilot.

Andrew catches him suddenly by the arm, but relaxes his grip just as quickly, caught off guard by his own impulsivity. His own disguise is just an invitation and sun bleached hair; he isn’t playing a character like Pilot is. He’s neutral for a living, but Pilot is a new weight on his scale, unbalancing him so that he can’t quite settle at zero.

When their eyes meet, the polite, curious waiter snips out of existence. Charlie Pilot stares at Andrew, with eyes like the bluest part of a fire.

“There’s a conflict of interest,” he tells Andrew calmly. “And your interest will lose.”

“I’m not interested in anything,” Andrew says broadly.

“Hm,” Pilot says, unconvinced. “You’re lying.”

“I don’t lie,” Andrew says. He’s always saying it; it’s a novelty that employers enjoy and enemies challenge, amused.

Pilot raises his jaw, mouth twitching. “No, you wouldn’t, would you.” His eyes flicker to the side of Andrew’s face, where Kevin is breathing furiously through his earpiece, then down to the grip he still has on his forearm. He lowers his tray down until the rough edge is pressed to the root of Andrew’s hand threateningly. “You’ll want to let me go, Andrew, or you’re going to end up needing a longer armband.”

Andrew feels genuine surprise squeeze his fingers around Pilot’s wrist. He hadn’t noticed the black fabric extending a whiff beyond his crisp white sleeve. He lets go, and Pilot tucks his shoulders back, satisfied. His hair is too dark to match his freckles, Andrew notes quietly. It is, perhaps, what the make up was meant to cover up.

“You are not going to win, Charlie,” Andrew says. “We’re the more capable team.”

Pilot smiles indulgently. “‘Charlie’,” he repeats, mouth curling around the name. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been Charlie Pilot.” He jostles his tray from one hand to another, and loosens his collar with his freed hand. “And I don’t think you understand how much farther ahead we are than you. If you’re looking for information, we already have it. If you’re trying to find the connections this place has to the Yakuza, we’re the ones undoing them.”

“Who’s we? I don’t remember seeing anything about loyalty in your case file. You’re just a runner.”

Pilot looks briefly bothered by this, and he juts his chin again. “I’m loyal to whoever’s doing the work that needs to be done.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

He looks down, at Andrew’s empty hands, at the hip where he’s hiding his gun. His expression is warped and sad when he looks up, like the real filling in his strange costume is finally oozing out.

“You can call me Neil,” he says, and drops the whole tray of food so that it clatters and rolls into the host’s feet. There are gasps and yelps, partygoers dodging and stooping to catch the runaway platter. Andrew looks impulsively down to track its progress, and when he looks sharply back up into the knot of activity, Neil is gone. Of course he is.

He doesn’t have time to think about where he might have disappeared to, just steps neatly into the opportunity that’s been afforded to him. He uses the distraction as a doorway directly into the offices behind the coddled host.

Kevin is asking repeatedly for updates, and Andrew fishes the earpiece out and tucks it into his breast pocket. He likes to be alone for this part, when the most important door closes behind him and everything makes as much sense as a ticking clock.

He keeps thinking of Neil’s reaction to ‘runner’, of the vulnerability trussed up in his persona. He finds himself sick to his stomach wanting to know what his real hair colour is.

He tries every door in the polished row of them, finding all of them locked. He picks the lock on the door farthest from the burble of the ballroom behind him, and cracks into what looks like a room built for business arrangements and drinking. There’s a snifter next to a half dozen tumblers on a cart along the wall, and extensive cabinets under the desk.

He feels his way along the underside of the desk, and opens each drawer, idealistically left unlocked and unprotected. He finds useless information and shady information and heaps of anonymous, unlabeled tapes.

He finds the safe in the floor, facing up patiently under a wingback chair and a panel of floorboard. He stoops so that he’s face to face with it, shrugs his jacket off like a dead skin onto the floor, and puts the heart of a stethoscope to the face of the safe.

He’s sweating, spread out surreptitiously on the floor, but the safe is flimsy. It cracks in under an hour, the party wilting two rooms over, pressure taking him by the hair. Andrew flicks the door open impatiently, unwinding the stethoscope from around his neck.

It’s filled top to bottom with paper, and he reaches for the first file, carding his fingers through the spill of sheets.

Got you, it says. Over and over again, in unassuming little typescript. And on the next page, got you.

Andrew’s fingers flex. The next file is the same, and the next. A million taunting, twirling repetitions: got you. Got this. Got here first.

The safe was already cracked. The list of names was already stolen. Neil’s face winks and swarms when he closes his eyes, furious. If you’re looking for information, we already have it.

He roots around for the bud in his pocket and pops it back into his ear. He leans back, splayed away from the spill from the safe, the stacks of failure. He enunciates clearly into the microphone sewn into his collar.

“We have to find Neil.”

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Not so fast Morty,
You heard your mom
we got adventures to go on Morty🖐🏻
Just you and me
and sometimes your sister
and sometimes your mom
but NEVER your dad!
You wanna know why Morty?
Because he CROSSED me 👍🏼

Oh it gets Darker Morty,
Welcome to the darkest year of our adventures,
First thing that’s different
no more dad Morty
he threatened to turn me into the government, so I made him
and the government go away.

I repla*burp*ced them both as the patriarch of your family
and your universe 👉🏻
Your mom wouldn’t have accepted me
if I came home without you or your sister,
So now you know the Real reason why i rescued you
I Just Took Over The Family Morty!
& if you tell your mom or sister i said any of this, I’ll deny it!
& they’ll take my side because I’m a hero Morty!
Now you’re gonna have to do whatever i say Morty! Forever!!
(as if he didnt already)
(that close up of Rick looks sexy btw)
& I-I
*has a mini stroke with his words*
I’ll go out and find some of that, Mulan Szechuan* Teriyaki dipping sauce Morty!
BEcause That’s 🙌🏼
that’s what this is all about Morty!
That’s my one arm man?!
I’m not driven by avenging my dead family Morty!
That was FAKE!
(Morty tries to crawl away and Rick pulls that bitch closer to him)
(Morty looks genuinely terrified LOL)
I’m driven by finding that
McNugget Sauce!!
*Morty in the backround*
“Nugget?!!”
I want That Mulan McNugget Sauce!
Morty!
That’s my series arc Morty!
It takes 9 seasons!
(I’d watch that tbh)
I WANT MY MCNUGGETS! 👉🏻

—  Rick Sanchez
Rick and Morty S3 E1
April 1st, 2017
— off limits | 03 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— slight angst, smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin
words— 10,930

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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