who gives a truck

anonymous asked:

I love the look Jane gives Kurt when he's arguing about who is going to take the truck. She is totally about to take him down and drive off. You can see the way she moves into position right after he tells Patterson that this is between him and Jane. No way would she have let him drive away. The anger he displays at Patterson when she tells them they both have to go, you know that some of that was because she encouraged Jane to leave. Nobody comes between him and Jane. Not even Patterson.

Originally posted by coandaana

Originally posted by moonysdog

how many baby dolls were given to girls who didn’t want to be mothers. who have to look their families in the eyes and refuse. how many pink blankets, baby-be-mine, mothering practice did we give to girls who just wanted a truck, a toolbox, a science textbook. how many times did we forget that both can exist in the same person. how many arguments were never had because ladies don’t raise their voice; how many women think they are too weak to leave because they’re nothing without a home. how many girls look at their lives as finishing at 25, no longer young and pretty. see the finish line as being married. how many women have children not out of want of them: but only because it seems like something that should happen.

how many screwdrivers were given to boys who didn’t want to fix other people’s mistakes. who have to tell their parents that they’re not into violence. how many helmets, tiny cars, live-fast-die-hard examples did we give to little boys who wanted to be gentle, to read, to play with dollies. how many times did we refuse to let him be soft at all. how many boys feel comfortable with the idea of fatherhood, trapped between the fear that they will hate being married and the realization they have no idea how to handle child rearing. have words they cannot say bubbling up inside of them. how many marriages have been ruined over a lack of communication. how many men sit in silence in their own homes, strangely isolated; being unable to be homemakers without peer taunting, being unable to be absent without feeling nothing.

how many people have we broken. how many times have we ruined the futures of our children. was it so important to us that they only wear blue. was it so important to us that they never played trucks in school. what did we do.


random character appreciation: Tracy Flick

You might think it upset me that Paul Metzler had decided to run against me, but nothing could be further from the truth. He was no competition for me. It was like apples and oranges. I had to work a little harder, that’s all. You see, I believe in the voters. They understand that elections aren’t just popularity contests. They know this country was built by people just like me who work very hard and don’t have everything handed to them on a silver spoon. Not like some rich kids who everybody likes because their fathers own Metzler Cement and give them trucks on their 16th birthday and throw them big parties all the time. No. They don’t ever have to work for anything. They think they can just, all of a sudden, one day out of the blue waltz right in with no qualifications whatsoever and try to take away what other people have worked for very, very hard their entire lives! No! Didn’t bother me at all!”

24 Days of Christmas: Are You Okay? *Negan*

Originally posted by negangifs

Day Eighteen 

Summary: Cuddling by the fireplace.

Negan visits Alexandria in the winter to collect and you tag along, you find Judith Grimes and wonder if you’ll have that normality back.

Day Seventeen

“It’s Christmas Day, Rick and I expect a lot of presents!” Negan grinned as Rick opened the gate, he gave a little bow and stepped aside allowing his trucks to come in before him, “Man oh man, you look like shit.”

Rick blinked blankly at Negan before him, the stubbly jaw that seems to be well kept and Michonne beside him, glaring at both Negan and you. “At least smile a little, Daddy is home for Christmas!” He chuckled and walked around Rick inside Alexandria.

The boy Negan told you about, Carl came round the corner. Glaring at Negan with one eye, the other patched over, sheriff hat sitting on top of his head. “Okay, little serial killer, take my girl here to your medicine and she knows how much to take.” He pointed at you with Lucille; you gave a small smile to Carl, who didn’t return it.

You followed him silently through Alexandria, this wasn’t your first time coming here, and you were surprised Negan even allowed it the second time but Dwight was busy with Daryl and he needed another skilled paired of hands. Carl opened the door and pointed to a cabinet, you nodded and walked over, there wasn’t much but enough to take to make Negan happy.

“Is this all of it?” You asked turning around filling up the bag, Carl didn’t answer, “I don’t have any weapons on me, I’m not gonna kill you for talking, ya’know?” And swung the bag effortlessly over one shoulder.

Carl looked at you, glaring as best he could. “That’s all of it.” You nodded once with a small smile, nodding to the door, “why are you so nice? Nicer than them, I mean.”

You shrugged, “It’s just who I am, that’s all.” You walked through the door, “And before you ask, I’m with Negan because of none of your business, that’s why!”

You throw the bag in the back of a truck, giving a look to Negan who was standing with Billy, another Savior counting out the food rations they’d take. He nodded to a house in front of you, you nodded back and headed inside, it was silent as you looked around for anything they are trying to hide.

You walk up the stairs of the house and hear a quiet murmur, frowning and walking in the direction, you see a nursery. A little baby girl, probably the age of one is laying, asleep on the cot. You walk over and peek over the edge of the cot; it had been a while since you made contact with such a young human. The innocence of a child was something you missed, something you had once before all of this.

“What’re you doing?” You jump to see Rick watching you intently and eyes darting towards what must be his daughter.

You smile slightly, “Sorry, I was looking around and came across her. I didn’t mean harm, it’s just been a while since I last saw a baby, and she’s beautiful.” He nodded as you walked around Rick and went back down the stairs, waiting to leave so you could be alone with your thoughts.

You get back to the compound in which you’re residing and head straight to your room. You hadn’t really given much thought to your past life, when you joined Negan you repressed what your life was like before the outbreak, the memories being too depressing and daunting to look back on.

Seeing that little girl, it opened those floodgates. Intense emotions came flooding back; you felt joy, resentment and pain! You knew you’d never get that life back, the fact the people in Alexandria are able to hold onto something so innocent and precious made you envious of them. They had the one thing you wanted, you had it and lost it, but you still wanted it.

“Are you okay down there?” His deep, soft voice pulling you back to Earth somehow. You turned and looked up at the empty fireplace, his leather jacket unzipped and Lucille no longer occupying either hand, his frown creased into one of concern and worry over you.

You exhaled softly and looked away not wanting to show Negan how upset you are, especially over something as trivial as this may seem. “It’s nothing to worry over, I promise.” You mutter to him.

He scoffs and toes his boots off, walking over and sitting beside you, shrugging his jacket off and throwing it onto the couch behind you both. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him, you’re almost sat on his lap as he hugs you tightly, trying to help bring you back to comfort and safety.

“Today in Alexandria I was just reminded of my life before all this, I miss my family, Negan.” You mumble into his chest and he doesn’t say anything, mainly because he isn’t one for being able to comfort someone but because nothing he says will help with the pain of losing those close to you.

He sits cuddling you in front of a non-working fireplace, on what could be Christmas Day, trying to help you through an emotional time. That’s all you could ask for from him, that’s all you needed from him right now. You looked up at him, smiling as he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear gently.

“How do you know it’s Christmas?” You asked playfully, he chuckled and shrugged.

“Because I fuckin’ say it is, that a’right with you?” He grunted back, you laughed and leant up, kissing him softly and he responded eagerly to this kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand playing with the hairs on his neck, as he deepened the kiss.  

You pulled back, grinning. “Definitely.” 

(Didn’t really have an idea for this, I just wanted to write Negan, plus having him call himself Daddy was like a goal of mine. - Rosalee)

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A Very Scientific Comparison of Calgary and Mars
  • MARS: cold as fuck
  • CALGARY: cold as fuck
  • MARS: snowy yet so dry you need to bathe in hand cream
  • CALGARY: snowy yet so dry you need to bathe in hand cream
  • MARS: you weigh 30 kg
  • CALGARY: you weigh 90 kg
  • MARS: cheerful orange, like a pumpkin spice latte or Lucille Ball's fabulous beehive
  • CALGARY: gray-brown, like week-old roadside snow and my spirits
  • MARS: cute robots who are models of cautious driving
  • CALGARY: assholes in pickup trucks who will run you over without giving a shit
  • MARS: zero risk of bear attack
  • CALGARY: moderate risk of bear attack
  • MARS: no Tim Horton's - yet
  • CALGARY: Tim Horton's everywhere
Flare 12

Not much happens in this part. But on the other hand, some things happen. It’s a breather, in a way. But not really, because there’s progress, of a sort… Myka’s pretty tough, you know? But she’s got some soft spots. And the same is true of Helena. Anyway. Earlier, we had things happening, or not, in amatterofcomplication’s masterpost, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, and part 11.

Flare 12

Helena sees that Wolly and Claudia are giving Myka speculative looks—they have the back of the ambulance open and seem poised to slide out a gurney. Or possibly poised to jump to catch Myka if she collapses, though Helena is briefly offended that Wolly, in particular, thinks that she herself could not deal with a falling, or even fallen, Myka.

But while Myka is shocked, Helena is fairly certain that she is not in shock. Wolly, clearly in some disagreement with this idea, comes close to Helena and says softly, “Do you think… I mean, should we require her… medically, that is… to stand down?”

Helena says, as strongly as she can, “I think she needs to do her job. She needs to make sure the fire is out and will not threaten the other houses. Don’t you, Myka?”

And Myka seems to snap back to life. She doesn’t look at Helena, but she nods. She says to Amanda, “Come on.”

How long it will last, Helena doesn’t know, but it’s something.

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