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Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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#transformationtuesday 2015 vs 2017 ➡️ I’ve always known shame, my unwitting sidekick, since childhood- long before I knew its name. Looking back, in a ironic way it was shame that was one of the main catalysts that drove me to try to be successful. To try to be liked. To try to be accepted. To try to fit in. To try to become more. To prove something to the world. But at the same time, it was that same shame that was the weight around my neck, the stones in my shoes, the constant naysayer and saboteur. I remember a time before shame when I was fearless as a child and did everything with freedom. It wasn’t until I started to express a desire to wear girlier stuff around 7-8, and got beaten up by my dad for it a number of times that I started to question what I did and started to feel ashamed and wrong. Once I learned how poorly I fit in with other boys and was tortured by them, the shame snowballed exponentially. But as I grew up, I made the most of the momentum that my shame and anger created. I made a career out of tapping into it musically. I manufactured and refined this “tough persona” on the outside to try to be what I thought I should be and to protect my vulnerability. I had ups and I had downs, but through everything, shame was there- influencing. Even though coming out as transgender has felt impossibly tough at times, its not 1/1000th as hard as quietly living ashamed of yourself and your feelings every single day. I didn’t realize that I had this wet blanket over my whole life at all times for the last 20 years until it was gone. Accepting myself, being honest with the people I love and choosing not to run from this anymore has allowed me a self-pride and freedom I forgot existed and allowed me to appreciate happiness in my life. Thanks to things like Instagram and Tumblr, I’m also constantly reminded I’m not alone anymore now. When I leave my house, people can think whatever they want about me but I’m finally feeling truly proud of myself and who I am. Feeling whole. And erasing the shame.

Dating Wade Wilson Would Include

AN: This is going to be a bit more perverse than the other Would Includes because, hey, it’s Wade.


  • Being very confused when he starts talking to no-one and looking elsewhere tells the audience about how awesome and badass he is
    • You will get used to it, you have no other choice really
    • Sometimes you will also jokingly throw in something you want him to narrate (like how amazing you think he is or something that makes you seem wonderful)
      • This will always, without fail, result in Wade turning back to no-one the audience so he can gush about how wonderful you are

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Family Reunion-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by martabuzz

Summary: You and Stiles attend a family reunion, but with a twist. Stiles is your fake ‘boyfriend’.

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Eventual Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1561


I pull up into a car park down the street from my grans lake house and shoot Stiles a look of gratitude. If it weren’t for Stiles, my best friend and savior, I would have to endure another agonizing family reunion full of teasing and hurtful jokes aimed in my direction.

There are yearly family reunions at my grans lake house, and this year I’ve decided to bring along Stiles to end their tormenting. He’d play along as my ‘boyfriend’ and I’d be left alone once and for all.

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Journals

Description: Simon and Baz keep journals. 

Words: 1246

For @bloodredblossoms611 who prompted me to write this. (Thank you, it was so much fun to write).

Pining, and some angst. But a very happy ending. I hope everyone likes it! 

September 1st, 2008

T. Basilton Grimm Pitch

I’m only keeping this journal so I can tell my step mum I’m doing it, she thinks that it’ll help me work through my issues. Ha, issues, is that what we’re calling it now?

My roommate is an insufferable drag, the bloody chosen one. He doesn’t look like a chosen one, he doesn’t look like anyone would choose him. My father insists that it’s a good thing, that I have to keep an eye on the Mage’s heir, I don’t know how I’m going to survive.

September 1st, 2008

Simon

The mage thinks I should keep a journal, he thinks it’ll help me with my words. I don’t think I can be helped with my words.

I think my roommate is evil, he’s a Grimm-Pitch, and the Mage tells me that both those families are evil, so how can he not be? He stares at me a lot, he’s probably trying to figure out the neatest way to kill me. He’s a bloody clean-freak.

September 1st, 2009

Simon

I’m back at Watford, I can hardly believe it. I’d started to think that I made it up, that I would never have someplace to call home. I cried a lot, Baz came in and made fun of me. He’s such an arse, always acting like he’s the most important person in the room. Maybe the mage will let me switch this year.

September 1st, 2009

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

I came into the room to find Snow crying, he’s such a pathetic excuse for a chosen one. He even invaded my summer, I couldn’t even bloody think of anything else. Simon Snow demands attention, he’s like an elephant stumbling around and destroying everything he touches.

September 1st, 2012

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

I can’t believe I still keep a diary, like a bloody preteen girl. I only do it because Daphne somehow knows when I stop.  

Snow is unbearable, it’s just the first day of term and he hasn’t left me alone. Just stared at me, all day. He is no friend to subtlety, doesn’t even try to hide it, what kind of hero is he?

September 1st, 2012

Simon

Baz is up to something, even more so than usual, I’m going to find out what it is. I figure if I never leave him alone he can never do whatever it is that he does. I’m going to figure out what he’s plotting, the old families probably finally decided it was time to get rid of me. I get it now, why I have to be his roommate, I have to keep an eye one him.

October 12th, 2012

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

Snow never leaves me alone, I can’t even get 15 minutes to shower without him thinking I’m setting up some elaborate trap. I wish I could bite him, turn him and finally make him feel like I do. Like a villain. My life is fucked up enough without Snow stalking me constantly.

October 20th, 2012

Simon

Baz goes into the catacombs constantly, I’m not sure what he’s doing down there but I doubt it’s something that’s good for me or the Mage or non-evil people in general. I found dead rats, but I don’t know what he’s doing with them. I spend all my time following him, Penny’s starting to get irritated.

December 18th, 2012

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

We’re home for Christmas break, and I still feel like I’m going to round a corner and find Snow staring at me. Bloody Snow, I can never be rid of him. He’s probably at the Wellbelove’s, snogging Agatha and pretending to be a happy family. The thought bothers me, it scratches at my stomach. I shouldn’t care, though, Snow is just my stupid roommate. Not my friend, or-

December 19th, 2012

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

It’s unbearably early, something I should not be saying on break when Snow’s not here to wake me up with his stumbling. But I had a dream, about Simon. He kissed me, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to bite him (well, not that way). God, this can’t be happening, Snow is unbearable. I hate Snow, more importantly, Snow hates me.

January 3rd, 2012.

T. Basilton Grimm-Place

As if my life wasn’t shit enough without adding ‘in love with his enemy’ to the mix. The term started today, and it’s much worse seeing him, having him be there. I don’t how to act normal, but I’m trying, Not like it matters, Snow will just assume that I’m plotting another way to make his life miserable.

January 3rd, 2012

Simon

Baz is acting strange, for once in his life he hasn’t taken every possible opportunity to make my life miserable. He’s just quiet, I caught him staring at me. Maybe he figures he can lull me into a false sense of security and then strike.

March 15th, 2012

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

I don’t know what I’m going to do. Snow won’t leave me alone for one second to try to sort out these feelings. Every time I see him (in class, or our room, or trailing me in the catacombs), I just want to kiss him or bite him. That’s when I’m at my worst, when he’s following me and we’re alone and it would just be so easy to end this, one way or another. I don’t think I’m going to survive.

October 28, 2015

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

I feel tired, the Numpties took everything out of me, everything usually reserved for dealing with Snow. I can’t deny that it’s nice, that despite all the pain it causes me it’s nice to see him. He was what I held onto when I felt myself slipping away. He looks at me like I’m about to explode. Even now he keeps glancing up at me over his homework like I’m going to pounce on him (which, maybe I am).

October 28, 2015

Simon

Baz is back, I don’t know how to react. He looks hurt, who could have hurt him? Maybe it was some kind of rite of passage, maybe he’s finally ready to take me out. I should tell him about his mom, or I should look through his stuff to find out where he’s been. I don’t know what I’m going to do.

October 29th, 2015

Simon

I did it, went through his stuff I mean. And I found something, a diary. I read something, and I’m just not sure how to react. I don’t know what’s happening, I just don’t know how to feel about this.

October 29th, 2015

T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch

Snow is acting weird, even more than usual. I think he’s avoiding me, not looking me in the eye. And then he even smiled at me, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. But I sure a hell am not letting him suck me into whatever weird drama is going on in his life. I won’t let him do that to me, not now.

October 30th, 2015

Baz

Simon kissed me, he kissed me until my lips were numb, he kissed me all night. I kissed him, I kissed Simon Snow. Simon Snow kissed me, I feel like I’m dreaming, and maybe I am. He kissed me and I can’t even find it in myself to be angry that he went through my stuff.

Wow Baz, you really like to write about me.

Shut up, Snow, and stop reading my journal.

Diary*

I swear to God Snow.

  • my brain: you are making up this problem for attention
  • me: i literally haven't told a single person about this problem? i am the only one that knows about this problem
  • my brain: yeah whatever
  • my brain: you are making up this problem for attention
Don’t be afraid to love

Anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine with Theo. (Your Scott’s younger sister) We’re you like him and you know he likes you but he won’t admit it. And one day he gets into a fight and he shows up to your house and you clean his face cause there’s blood and he’s being really distant and mean. And you grab his face asking what wrong. And why he’s being like this and he finally tells you how he feels about you and how he’s scared he might hurt you one day or something like that. Thanks


Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word count: 827


Originally posted by likelylahey

“You shouldn’t spend so much time with him.”

“I’m old enough to make my own choices!” I replied, crossing my arms.

“He’s dangerous… ”

“Scott! I know how to take care of myself. Besides, I never bother you with your girlfriends’ choices! You’ve dated a hunter…”

“Allison was …”

I interrupted him.

“And a thunder kitsune, which, I remind you, went to these desert weird women!”

“The skinwalkers,” my brother corrected me.

“Whatever.”

Scott put his hand through my hair to ruffle them friendly.

“Be careful, little sister.”

“Always,” I said smiling as he left the house for a pack meeting, leaving me alone for the evening. Once I was certain his super powerful werewolf ears were too far away to hear me, I lowered my head murmured for myself:

“Anyway, it’s not like Theo is going to confess his feelings to me tonight.”

Theo Raeken, the boy I felt in love with. Scott had made a whole scene when I had confessed to him that I had deep feelings for the chimera. He had spent hours explaining his past, and why I shouldn’t love him. Everything he said was approved by all the pack members. I already knew all that, but that didn’t matter to me.

And I was very stubborn.

Especially since I knew that my feelings were the same for Theo. It’s obvious when I’m with him. His body is stiffening and he does everything to avoid my sight. But as soon as I have my back turned, I can feel his supernatural pupils burning my neck. I already tried to confront him, but I never managed to get him any real answers.

I was about to get myself comfortable in front of the television, sitting with a bowl full of delicious popcorn when I heard a knock at the door. The sound was strong, pressing, and constant and I thought for a moment that it had to be very important to disturb my peaceful evening like that. I got up abruptly, knocking over my bowl of popcorn and went to open the door.

I didn’t expect to find Theo, face covered in blood and wounds, an inappropriate smile stuck on the face, in front of me.

“Can I come in?”

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly understood what had happened. He had fought again. I let him in and shut the door behind us before quickly going to get a first aid kit in the bathroom. When I returned, Theo was sitting on the couch and was staring at the floor. I sat beside him and began to clean the dried blood of his wounds which were already healing.

Ah, werewolves power.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

I heard him mutter, and when I looked up from the wound I was cleaning on his forehead to cross his gaze, he turned his head away, groaning.

“Theo, look at me,” I said, my hand still in the air waiting to clean the rest of the blood.

“Leave me alone,” he snapped at me. Just a few seconds ago he smiled arrogantly at the entrance of my house, and now he was acting all coldly?

“Theo, what’s your problem?!” I said, raising my voice. I was tired of being ignored.

Still no answer.

I broke for good, dropped the blood-soaked tissue to take his face in my hands to force him to look at me. He didn’t seem to like it, resisted a little, but ended up letting himself be carried away.

“You’re gonna tell me why you’re acting like this? Why are you distant and mean? Why do you spend your time ignoring me?” I exclaimed.

His face seemed to be twisted with a dull pain as he was thinking for an answer. Then, Theo grabbed my hands that were still on his cheeks before looking up at me.

“Because I love you, Y / N! I love you so much, but at the same time I am terrified, horribly terrified of hurting you … you are the last person I want to hurt, and that’s why I decided to repress my feelings. ”

I wanted to facepalm so bad. How could he think that? But the gravity of the situation replaced my thoughts in order.

“Theo …”

His eyes were soaked with water as he closed them again, looking away. I understood his fears, but I didn’t share his opinion. And I showed him by approaching my face and putting my lips against his, surprising him more than I expected. When our mouths parted, I hastened to speak before he could say anything.

“My brother is a werewolf, an alpha, even. One of my friends is a banshee and the other a werecoyote. I think I can deal a chimera,” I said, a smile stretching my lips.

“But I… ”

I put a finger on his lips to silence him.

“Shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”


A/N: Thanks again for requesting me, hope you like it! Requests are still opeeeeeen!

Lannister!reader x Jaime...

((Just for the purpose of this one shot, Jaime was released from the Kingsguard after Robert’s Rebellion and retook his place as Tywin’s heir. I did my best to stick to your exact request. I hope you like it!))

Word Count: 2,162

Warning: Some Smut. Definitely. I suppose cousin incest.

You were born to Ser Kevan Lannister and Lady Dorna Swyft and were raised in the halls of Casterly Rock right alongside your cousins, Jaime and Cersei. You were beautiful, as all Lannisters are, and you had a bit of wit and spunk as well. Growing up, you had the typical look of a Lannister and was often compared to Cersei.

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MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT

He tends to clam up if he’s in an uncomfortable environment. Between that and the squinting he accidentally obtained a reputation as stoic and intense to the rebels that rescued him. At this point it is too awkward to tell them the truth so he’s just kinda rolling with it.

He walks with a limp after being injured by Shiro.

When he was younger he went through a phase where he really liked bugs. Pidge has never liked bugs. This sometimes led to young Matt entirely non-maliciously chasing Pidge around the yard yelling “You’ve got to come look at it first! It’s really cool!”

He warms up to Lance, mostly because Lance’s utter willingness to just roll with situations helps him feel like… something is actually normal about his life, for the first time in what has been a very long and upsetting year.

He can play guitar and for a long time after he learned Pidge would not stop interrupting his practice with “and now, here is my brother, with Wonderwall.”

“Pidge. that meme was dead before we were born. can you at least mock me with a new meme.”

Matt Holt accidentally fits perfectly whatever traits are stereotypical hipster traits in VLD’s Earth. Just sitting there like “just leave me and my dumb coffee alone I just want to enjoy being alive I’m in a space exploration program”

He likes wearing scarves. Every late spring/early summer there is a battle of how long he can keep wearing scarves until he is dying in the weather. 

Another one of those lists of things that tend to end me

- a knowing smirk O.O

- conversely, when I feel a few telltale fingers dragging on my skin but when I look over the ler seems completely unaware !!

- movie night, aka how many times can the ler pull an excuse to tickle me from the movie plot. real rude tbh

- under the table knee tickles while out for dinner with a lot of friends. i prefer to keep just a lil of my composure and it’s hard to do with the squeezing and grazing that’s happening!

- god forbid the ler hints or acknowledges that i like it

- “c’mon i know you love it” no i do n o t leave me alone and ignore any blushing

- laughing along with me i mean how fun ~

- sassing back my ridiculous statements. “I have this jacket on and therefore won’t feel anything.” “Oh yeah? let’s see”

- speaking of sass, mine usually comes in the form of snark or sarcasm and yes please Call Me Out (and tickle-wreck me) every time

- light tickles during a picture, esp. a group one. it’s our little secret and I’ll definitely be smiling if I’m not hitting your hands away

- distracting me while i’m playing video games or while we’re out bowling or golfing or whatever. I’m not particularly talented in any of those areas but oh boy you can make me put on a show with a few wriggling fingers


this has been an uncomprehensive list and please ignore every letter

I had a dream that a deleted scene from Season 3 was released between Bellarke and it was where they were talking about Clarke leaving at the end of Season 2 and how hurt Bellamy was and she was just like “you could have come with me, I wanted you to come with me” and Bellamy did the eye flutter/jaw clench thing and it was really emotional and other stuff happened but I’m forgetting all the details but I know, I KNOW it was lit, so basically I died AND LISTEN GUYS I KNOW THAT ITS NOT CANON AND CLARKE WANTED TO BE ALONE AND WHATEVER BUT SOMETIMES MY BRAIN COMES UP WITH … THINGS AND I CAN’T CONTROL IT AND THEN I GET A LOT OF FEELS

Stubborn Keith Burrito

Anon: Keith being an angry bean burrito and Lance trying to fuss over him but he’s being stubborn.

A/N: Keith cannot resist the burrito.


“Keith.”

“No.”

“Keith.”

“No.”

Lance frowned. His boyfriend always did this. No matter how many times Lance proved to him that being cared for felt nice, Keith was always adamant about being independent. Even when he could barely stand due to the shivers his fever was giving him, the Red Paladin insisted that he could do it on his own.

This left Lance more frustrated that not. He stood there holding a large blanket, trying not to get angry. “Last time you really liked it.”

Keith shook his head, expression bordering on a scowl, “Last time I was a lot worse off. I wasn’t in my right mind. I’m only 102 now, you said it yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter what state you were in. It helped you feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

Lance felt like he was going to blow a gasket. He loved Keith, he really did, but god damn it if he hadn’t fallen in love with the most stubborn person in the known universe.

With a deep breath, he sat down next to Keith.

“If you let me do this, and you don’t like it, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll leave you alone to do whatever you think is best, okay?”

Keith considered this for a moment. He knew Lance was only doing his best to be considerate and helpful, but Keith was the type of sick person who wanted to be alone and sleep the entire thing off. Had this been a more extreme illness, he’d be more compliant to Lance caring for him. But this was only a slight fever. He could handle it.

“Fine.”

Lance grinned. In one fell swoop, he wrapped Keith in a hug from behind, bundling in him in the large blanket. He pressed a kiss against his cheek and tucked his arms into the blanket. With a few gentle nudges and adjustments, the Red Paladin was encased in the puffy blanket, only his head and legs sticking out.

To put the cherry on top, Lance sat behind the Keith bundle and gave him the biggest hug he could manage with his slender arms. But the breaking point for Keith were the kisses on the back of his feverish neck.

“What’s the verdict, patient?” Lance asked.

Keith sighed and closed his eyes. This isn’t how he expected it to go. He gave the answer as quietly as possible.

“…it’s really nice…”

“Told you.”

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whatever you do, do not think about how mango probably does’t have his dimensional scissors. do not think about how star said she was leaving earth forever. do not think about how he’s going to feel for not being able to say goodbye. 



i hate myself :’))))))))))))))))))))

so yeah, lots of people are talking abou the scissors theory, but i think that marco gave his scissors to star and now he’s left alone. I WANT THE ANGST

ID #93212

Name: Amelia
Age: 18
Country: Canada

Hi! I don’t want to give to much away here, but I am currently finishing my first year at university doing a double major in sociology and philosophy! I am extremely passionate about social issues, I am always interested in learning perspectives other than my own, and love to hear what other people are passionate about! I am into all forms of art, writing, photography, journaling, poetry, singing (I play ukulele!). I am a talented Netflix addict and I have successfully binged many TV series that I love including: HIMYM, Friends, Parks and Rec, Greys Anatomy, and House (but theres so many more)! I would like to find a pen pal to open up to and to talk with about culture and life experiences, to share things like pictures or random snippets of art or just whatever comes to mind that day! I would love to exchange hand written letters, nice to take a break from the computer screen. I speak english and french but my french is quite rusty from being left untouched for too long. I would also love to pick up snippets of a new language so feel free to reach out if you’re learning english or improving on it!

Preferences: Would love to talk to someone from outside of Canada to get a taste for something new! No preference for age or gender, just be open minded and leave me alone if you’re homophobic, racist etc etc.

LINE | (One-sided MiSawa)x2

Fandom: Diamond no Ace
Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Mima Soichiro, Sawamura Eijun
Pairings: one-sided MiyukixSawamura, one-sided MimaxSawamura, SawamuraxBaseball
Note: I’m delusional. I thought we already established that?
Warning: Spoiler for Act 2, chapter 75. Meant for comedic purposes. Do not take seriously.


“… Eh? LINE?”

Mima’s glare seems to all but intensify. Ahhhh, what a troublesome guy. Kazuya hates dealing with guys like these the most.

The catcher rubs the back of his neck. “Well… I use a flip phone. I don’t have a LINE account.”

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Back to Basics

Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2,333

Genre: Smutty Smut


“You’re being so quiet tonight, baby”, my boyfriend whispered against my ear, “is something wrong?” I shook my head and smiled at him as he sat normally again, a pout on his adorable lips. I pat his cheek gently and leaned up, kissing him just as sweetly, “I’m okay. I’m just a little tired”. He nodded slightly, but he clearly didn’t believe it. A few minutes go by and I find myself playing with my food again instead of eating. Ah I just want to sleep. I closed my eyes for not even a second before they shot open and met Taehyung’s hand on my leg. I stared at it then slowly looked up at Namjoon who was sitting across from me, thankful he wasn’t paying attention at all. His hand slowly crept up my leg so I was quick to push it down, glaring at him. “Taehyung, not here”, I sighed as his hand slid back up again, pushing my dress up further on my thigh, “someone could see”. He shrugged and drew an infinity sign over and over dangerously close to where I didn’t want him right now. We got through dessert and he still hadn’t made a move to touch me—sexually. I don’t understand why, but whatever. Everyone started getting up to leave so I did the same, feeling Tae’s hand slide down to my knee then drop as he stood. “Are you two coming back with us? We’re going to have a movie night”, Jimin smiled, taking his girlfriend’s hand, “unless you need some alone time”. Taehyung shook his head, pulling me into his side, “we’ll meet you there”. We said bye to everyone then went outside, requesting an Uber. “Are you really tired?”, Tae asked softly, rubbing a pattern on my lower back. I curled into his side and nodded, wrapping my arms around his torso, “I could sleep for days”. He was quiet after that and then the Uber pulled up and he opened the door, letting me get in first. I slid all the way to the window on the far side and he got in after me, thanking the woman for picking us up.

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Sense8 Season 2 Starters

  • ❝ well, I believe the rich should pay more taxes, which means believing in something doesn’t make it so ❞
  • ❝ one thing you should know about me, ___, I keep my promises ❞
  • ❝ safe? that word seems to mean something different all the time ❞
  • ❝ faces change, you know? but not the heart ❞
  • ❝ I used to be able to see so much beauty in the world ❞
  • ❝ why is it when I feel scared I end up with you? ❞
  • ❝ if I were to explain it to you, you would think I’m actually crazier than I sound ❞
  • ❝ my body is mine, it is not a field to be purchased and plowed ❞
  • ❝ god, woman, you’re a force of nature ❞
  • ❝ I never thought I’d say this, but I think the king is dead ❞
  • ❝ you get paid to live lies ❞
  • ❝ you didn’t just out-hamlet hamlet, you might have pitched the city into a war ❞
  • ❝ I’ve been so blinded that I couldn’t see the most obvious thing: that how I felt about you was not the same way you felt about me ❞
  • ❝ are you sure you want to do this? because we don’t have to do this ❞
  • ❝ you have something good and beautiful hidden inside of you, just like I have something dark and wicked inside of me ❞
  • ❝ in a world such as this, the most precious thing a man can find is loyalty ❞
  • ❝ it takes courage to see such terrible things happen and still get up every day and see what is still beautiful ❞
  • ❝ there’s nothing quite like an attempt on one’s life to make one examine one’s priorities ❞
  • ❝ what the hell am I doing? why am I becoming something I never wanted to be in the first place? ❞
  • ❝ you think you’re hunting us? we’re coming for you
  • ❝ he’s kind of got this, like, sad lonely dog look ❞
  • ❝ we forget so much more than we remember ❞
  • ❝ why is it that I can’t talk to the only person I ever felt I could say anything to? ❞
  • ❝ I have met strong women before, but none of them were like you ❞
  • ❝ surely the desire for justice lives in all of us ❞
  • ❝ we expect leaders to take us where we want to go. the problem, it seems to me, begins when they don’t  ❞
  • ❝ why is there a security man with a machine gun following me? ❞ 
  • ❝ there are people you meet in your life and for no logical reason, you feel immediately connected to ❞
  • ❝ the only thing I hate more than rhetorical questions are stupid rhetorical questions ❞
  • ❝ I don’t need your tears, I need your fucking courage ❞
  • ❝ sometimes all my good fortune makes me wonder whether I’m actually appreciating it enough ❞
  • ❝ I just have to get used to the fact that no matter what happens, I’m never going to be a person who can ever just feel happy ❞
  • ❝ please, turn yourself in before anyone else gets hurt ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know you and I’m sorry if you have a problem with me ❞
  • ❝ I have no plan, I have an enemy, and I won’t stop until he’s dead or I am ❞
  • ❝ there will always be unfortunate necessities during the construction of a monument such as this ❞
  • ❝ I’m trapped here not because of what I did, but because of who I am ❞
  • ❝ you might not want to admit it, but we need each other ❞
  • ❝ hope is undiscovered disappointment ❞
  • ❝ this is some stomach-turning domesticity ❞
  • ❝ I know you want to tell her to fuck off but we need information ❞
  • ❝ if you’re trying to find a difference between us, you’re wasting your time ❞
  • ❝ I’m slowly dying of survival ❞
  • ❝ look, most of us either have our heads stuck in the sand or stuck up our own ass ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know what they taught you in med school, but the word “helping” does not mean handcuff people and chop up their brains ❞
  • ❝ trying to change the world only leads to suffering, all we can change is ourselves ❞
  • ❝ I used to sit here and think so much about the future trying to picture what my life would be like, I never imagined anything like this ❞
  • ❝ politics turn people into fools and fools into thugs ❞
  • ❝ maybe I’ve been looking around and seeing things that are wrong and wondering if there is anything I can do to help fix them ❞
  • ❝ every time I begin to feel like I belong somewhere I have to leave ❞
  • ❝ when I watch you and I see your fierce determination I know that your life will not be like mine and that makes me very, very happy ❞
  • ❝ whatever you decide to do just know that you won’t have to do it alone ❞
  • ❝ I’m asking you to trust me and I swear I will protect you ❞
  • ❝ fighting is not something you do with your head, it’s something you do with your heart ❞
  • ❝ if you want my professional police opinion, I’d say there’s no way in hell I’d go down there ❞
  • ❝ hashtag: disposable assassins ❞
  • ❝ one of these days that shit-for-brains is going to realize that dropping you was the sorriest, stupidest mistake he’s ever made ❞
  • ❝ you will come to regret not dying tonight ❞
  • ❝ when you say “not good” usually means stuff’s going to start blowing up and people will start dying ❞
  • ❝ I read people talk to themselves when they know no one cares what they have to say ❞
  • ❝ I’m afraid I will always be alone because I don’t know how else to be ❞
  • ❝ there’s nothing more frightening than having a dream come true ❞
  • ❝ love is a bridge, not a wall ❞
  • ❝ nothing good ever happens when people care more about our differences than the things we share in common ❞
  • ❝ choice is less about what happens and more about how we deal with it ❞
  • ❝ there are only two sides in this world: with me or against me ❞
  • ❝ you want a war? we’ll give you a war ❞
Look Around, Look Around

A/N: A little something I wrote after the Barba threat story aired. SVU aren’t going to carry it on, but I decided to. Just re-posting it with a few changes. 


It had been an incredibly long day at work, or it had felt like it. You looked at your phone, it read 8.35pm. It wasn’t as late as you’d expected. There was a text notification from Raf, you tapped on it.

Working late, don’t wait up! Love you.

You smiled as you read the end of the text. Rafael had been much more affectionate of late, but after recent events, you really appreciated his efforts. You stood outside your workplace, your evening had just opened up and you needed a plan. It was too late to ask anyone out for dinner but you weren’t in the mood for yet another take out dinner on the couch. It seemed like the perfect night to appreciate the city; the weather was perfect, clear skies, a gentle breeze blew making the New York City heat bearable and the stars were starting to sparkle, in spite of the bright lights of the city.

You walked through the streets, lost in a haze of your own thoughts, oblivious to you imminent surroundings, in favor of taking in the atmosphere of the city. You sang to yourself quietly. Look around, look around, how lucky we are to be alive right now! History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world! Following your recent tragedies and stresses, you wanted to make the most of what you had, you certainly were very lucky to have it.

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anonymous asked:

idgi why are you so negative towards your fanbase? Like ppl deadass have tattoos of your face and lyrics and your completely opposing that ?!

you’re right, you really don’t get it. lets break it down one last time and hopefully never speak about it again. here’s the main topics that i bring up on tumblr vs the convoluted and self centered way that people like you perceive them.

me: i think flatsound tattoos are cool! i just don’t like being asked to write them in my handwriting sometimes. some songs are fine and i’ll do it happily, others feel too personal.
you: mitch hates everyone that has a flatsound tattoo :(

me: please don’t turn flatsound into a fandom. it’s a very personal project to me and fandom culture makes me feel like i’m not even a real person.
you: we’re not even allowed to like flatsound :(

me: hey don’t say those kinds of things to me, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.
you: mitch is so negative he hates his fans :(

do you see whats happening here? the things that i’m asking for are very NORMAL, they’re so entry level, and i take the time to explain them in such detail! i shouldn’t have to! “that makes me uncomfortable” should be a valid enough reason!

i genuinely mean this next part with all my heart so please pay close attention:

IF you are one of those people that has a hard time understanding and respecting my very simple request to be treated like a normal person, if at this point you truly don’t get that this music project is not the same as whatever band you saw at warped tour last summer, or that i’m not your favorite youtuber, if you don’t understand that i am just a person struggling with mental problems, creating art, and navigating through a world that already feels uncomfortable enough to begin with, then i would much rather you not listen to flatsound at all. i mean that, i really do. your presence in my life is intrusive and anxiety inducing and it isn’t worth whatever extra fame or money that i might gain from it.

if it sounds like i’m being mean it’s because i’m very bluntly asking you to leave me the fuck alone regarding the topic of my humanity and right to feel comfortable in my own skin. it isn’t up for discussion, do you get that? i’m not asking you to debate it with me. what makes me uncomfortable isn’t up for debate. you either respect my request to be treated like an actual person or you go away.

the rest of the people, the beautiful majority, the unbelievably supportive and respectful people that i have the pleasure and privilege of speaking with every day, i am so proud to call you my fans.