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good morning, it’s me: Bad Cat

That’s my girl...

 They don’t know what to do with you darling, that’s the problem,                  They can’t sit you down and shut you up, put you in a box,                              Or play you at your own game,                                                              Because how can you be so calm when you’re a hurricane of a woman,        All power and strength and independence?                                                You’re not pretty, soft, quiet,                                                                        You’re beautiful, strong, powerful, determined,                                                    Sexy as hell,                                                                                                    But they don’t know what to make of you,                                                      You are a once in a lifetime kind of woman,                                                    That little boys may pass up for the safety of everyday girls,                                But you know your worth,                                                                                You could bring them to their knees if you so choose,                                      So don’t you dare forget,                                                                              Wear your purpose like an armor and one day you’ll find the man that doesn’t  try to puzzle you out by stripping you of your strength,

He’ll simply stand back and say “that’s my girl”.

Oswald Cobblepot felt safe with Edward Nygma, but sometimes – he didn’t want to. –Only In Dreams, @okimi79

Imagine Negan separating you from your boyfriend

Part One

Originally posted by midqueenally

As your screams died down, Carl feared the worst… Either Negan was done, and he would let you back out to the group, you were dead, or best case, you killed him. However as the time kept slipping by the last option seemed less and less likely, and then he came out, and you were no where to be seen.

“Damn, you got a good woman right there. Just took me threatin’ the little one here to make her shut the fuck up. Now I am going go, got more shit to collect, however I will be seeing ya at the end of the week, and I expect my shit, less you wanna hear me do that to another one of your women.” He smiled as he turned back towards the RV.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” Carl screamed after him, causing him to stop and turn towards him, a smile on his face as he did.

“Oh didn’t I make it clear ‘fore I fucked her, she is now mine.” He emphasized the mine as he leaned forward slightly and then bounced back up, “Plus that one is mine too, so get ‘im in the van.” He snapped pointing Lucille at Daryl as the men manhandled him into the van, while everyone watched, “And if you don’t get me my shit, or you try to save ‘em, I promise you this,” He gestured at the bodies on the ground, “will happen again to one of them.” He smiled as Carl glared at him, “and I promise ya boy, it ain’t gonna be the one in the van.” 

He turned on his heels and walked into the RV, slamming the door before he drove away, leaving the group to stand there to care for their dead and watch both you and Daryl drive away.



When they finally got back to Alexandria they were all silent, each going to their own corners of the town, Carl found himself walking into the house, and walking up to the bedroom he once shared with you. upon opening the door he was greeted with a dark emptiness, his feet guiding him straight to the dresser you both shared. His hands ringed around the soft cotton fabric of one of your shirts, as he lifted it to his nose, inhaling the smell he had grown so accustom too. It reminded him of a spring day. As he inhaled he thought of Negan smelling the same thing Carl was, and it made him sick to his stomach. As he opened his eyes, his hand found its way to the small charm hidden under his shirt.

“Hey Carl.” You smiled as you jogged up to him, he couldn’t help but smile as he watched your hair wave and bounce with your movements. 

“Hey.” He breathed out as you stopped in front of him

“Look what I found on today’s run.” You announced to him as you held up a necklace, it was a simple metal disk on a chain, the first letter of your name craved into it.

“Cool.” He replied as you smiled

“I also got you this.” You replied putting something cold into his hand, when he looked down he saw a similar necklace in his hand, “I know it is kinda girly but I thought you might like it.”

“It’s cool.” He replied as you smiled again, and started walking beside him, talking.

The next time he saw that necklace, was the night he planned on asking you out, you both sat on the guard tower watching the town grow dark, the stars sparkled above you as you did.

“[Y/N].” He whispered as your head turned towards him, your eyes sparkling, and your hair falling to the side as you answered, “Carl.”

“So I was wondering…. ummmmm do you have a thing for Ron?” He mentally started hitting himself as your eyebrow arched, “Ummmmm like as a friend or…”

“Ummmmm.”

“I don’t trust him, I will act nice to him, just to keep the peace, by I would never put a gun in his hand, less someone in this group wanted to lose an eye, or a foot.” 

“So do you gotta crush on anyone?”

“Someone however I am pretty sure they are dating another girl in this camp.” You answered as he thought of who that could mean, and then she asked sadly, “So you have a thing with Enid?”

“No, I mean she is nice but I don’t think I could ever see myself with her, when I like someone so much better then her.” 

“Hmmmm.” She hummed in reply as Carl dug in his pocket and found the necklace, “So [Y/N] I know you got me this, but I was hoping you would take it.” He swallowed as he placed the necklace on her lap.

“What too girly?” you smiled, causing his heart pace to quicken

“No I was hoping you would wear it, you know as a sign that you and me…”

“Wait, are you asking me out?” You asked as he blushed

“Ummm, well I’m trying.” 

“Well Carl Grimes I would love to wear it, if you wear mine.” You reached behind your neck and undid the clasp on the necklace you wore, and handed it to Carl before replacing the one you once wore with the C one. 

He had found his way to the bed, flopping down on the covers, the shirt still in hand, as the other fumbled with the charm. And as he shut his eye his thoughts were flooded with your screams, and the knowing that he couldn’t help you.

This has probably been said in some post before, but Elle and Connie’s rivalry is extremely similar to Zoe and Connie’s back in time. In the end, both Zoe and Elle ended up resigning their jobs and giving them back to Connie, accepting a smaller role. 

Full marks for uncreativity, Casualty. I’m just glad that Connie’s going after Stephanie Sims now, at least this will actually be interesting to watch. Connie will probably end up murdering Steph or doing something else, and in that case, I’m excited to see what will happen.

Things aren't very good right now, so here's some good things to think about:

-Puppies and kittens are being born as we speak

-“Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” comes out a little over a month from now

-Sherlock. Back. 1st. of. January.

-Baby Groot and his jacket

-In the space of a season Jon Snow went from dead to resurrected to Targaryen lineage to King of The North

-giggling babies

-US Thanksgiving is coming so lotsa food time

-Leo DiCaprio has an Oscar

-“Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”, coz whales

-The Cloak of Levatation from “Doctor Strange”

-Donald Glover playing Young Lando

-There will still be a Doctor Who Christmas Special

-Spidey movie, Logan movie, Wonder Woman movie, Lego Batman movie, Thor 3 movie, Justice League movie…ALL next year

-Quokkas (seriously, google them)

Let it be my disclaimer or anything. Whenever I am naked or not, I have absolutely no intention to find a sex partner or a sponsor or any other kind of adventure. I am fat, I am busty and I am a model who does her job. Over and above, I am a right-minded woman, a good wife and a dutiful daughter. No matter how many porn accounts will post my pictures - it does not turn me into something else.

A picture snapped of me while at the World of Faeries festival this weekend. You know, growing up I had always wanted to look different, wishing to have the cute ‘white girl’ features and just to be “pretty” in general. Then I find this picture that was just taken of me and realize that this is /exactly/ how I want to look…. And it’s of me causally having a conversation while selling my crystal pendants with a falcon on my arm, Goddess hair a'flowing.

I am to be feared. 🌙

We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “that’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you were afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly. “But,” I continued, “as a young woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.
—  Homophobia: the fear that another man will treat you like you treat women.
Andrew Sullivan

Magical binding runes: (top row, left to right) long lasting; good luck; love rune, man for woman; love rune, woman for man; (middle row) I am; Alu (power); success in legal action; mind power; (bottom row) bind-rune from Doest, Germany, c. 625 CE.

From The Secret Lore of Runes and Other Ancient Alphabets by Nigel Pennick

Impulsive Kiss
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It’s me. Did you eat yet?
I hope you don’t skip your meals just because I’m not there.

You are a guest at my house.

…I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable this morning… No, I’ll say that again. To be honest, I wanted to do it the first moment I saw you but I was waiting for the right time.

That woman did nothing good, but I’m thankful that she provided the best excuse.

I miss you already… perhaps because I’ve touched you.
… I still can’t forget the shape and feeling of your lips. And for your information, I never forget something I closely observed.

How about you…?

MC: I… was a bit flustered too but I liked it.

… I knew it. Some times you don’t have to say how you feel for others to know.

That electric feeling I had when our lips first touched… I think I felt it because we are connected. I never believed that before, but after experiencing it myself, I know it’s true.
I actually wanted our first kiss… to be more gentle and slow, but that didn’t cross my mind then.

It was quite impulsive… unlike me.
I was quite nervous about how I did it without asking for your permission…
Next time, I will do it after I received your full permission. I will ask you with words… or with my body…

Oh, I hope you do not imagine what I just said.

That excitement might dissipate when you are expecting it. I am very intrigued in processing ideas during predictable circumstances.

I like going step by step. And I tend to take each step slow and master it for good, so keep that in mind.
I would feel satisfied if you response to my plans.

… I should stop talking. I thought I’d feel better after talking about it, but I can’t focus at all now.

I will go home as soon as I take care of the work here, so see you there.

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Once Upon A Time Hiatus MemeFamilial Ships — Regina x Snow
“When I was younger the horse I was riding ran away with me. I was about to be thrown. I would have been killed. This woman, she had no idea who I was. She came charging after me. She saved me. She risked her own life. It changed me. My mother always told me to keep goodness in my heart and this woman proved that she was right. You okay?” “I’m good, I’m listening. It changed you?” “Yes. It taught me that there can be this genuine selfless connection between people, even strangers. There, I’m done.” “What happened to her? This stranger.” “She’s gone. Oh, but I hope she comes back someday.