with her southern twang and everything


Favourite comic book ladies: Rogue/Anna Marie
↳ When ah went to the X-Men, ah was desperate. They had every reason to turn me away. But they didn’t. Ah figured if they believed in me, ah owed it to them to believe in myself. To try. To get better. Ah found out ah could. So much more than ah ever imagined possible. Ah’m still learnin’ that. Biggest lesson was that there were people who cared enough to help…but at the end of the day, it was up to me. Ah ain’t gonna lie. It was hard. Still is. And ah live knowin’ it could all unravel if ah make one wrong move. But it all started with someone believing in me. And me takin’ that first step. Ah believe in you. Now it's your move.

Title: Sleeping WIth The Enemy
Rating: Mature Audiences
Relationships: Rick/Michonne
Characters: Michonne, Rick Grimes, Brief mentions: Carl, Lori, Daryl, Andrea, Glenn
Word Count: 3,070
Summary: Michonne is a notorious White Collar Criminal that actively pursues a night with Rick Grimes who happens to be a renowned agent with the FBI. An agent completely oblivious about just who it is he has invited into his bed. What was meant to be a simple night of pleasure and blissful irony turns into something Michonne wasn’t prepared for in the slightest. And as feelings for Rick begin to surface, and the realization of his feelings for her become more prominent, her life becomes a steadily complicated balancing act.
Parts: Prologue

To be honest she probably frequented King Cole Bar too often, even by her own standards. On any given night she could let her eyes roam over the length of the swanky joint and easily pick out fellow regular patrons and they, in turn, took to greeting her upon her arrival. Which, despite how it might’ve sounded, was anything but pleasant.

No, it was teetering dangerously close to sad. There was nothing particularly enthusing about the idea of being on a first name basis with these people regardless of their rather high-end and respectable statuses. It just went to show that they all, collectively, spent far too much time at the establishment. And if that wasn’t a clear cut sign that she had gradually become a little too reliable and constant than the fact that the bartender would have her drink waiting for her before she had the chance to get good and settled onto her stool was proof enough. 

Which was why tonight she’d decided to stray away from her habitual, drab routine and give another bar a chance. Andrea had suggested she try going to Death & Co, and Michonne had to give it to her she usually knew what she was talking about when it came to bars and eateries, but the name had shot off several red flags in her mind.

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That Boy's Got a Sweet Tooth: October 7, 2017

This is a collection of post-Sugar and pre-Teacakes drabbles that are mostly in Harry’s POV! Enjoy! And let me know what you think <3

Also, thank you, Julian for the gif!

Sugar on the Asphalt & Tennessee Teacakes

Inspired by this prompt


Something about October meant that coffee was flavored with pumpkin spice whether I asked for it or not. It tasted the way a candle should smell, but I chugged it down thinking that the caffeine would counteract the nerves. It didn’t. I was jittery before, but now I was shaking. After ten months of having the ring, I thought I’d be less nauseous by now, but I was still popping antacids like candy.  

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