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Very Special

Originally posted by hakaina

for @auggusst + @patriciaprice1992|| iSetting: a tavern and stable in a boring hick town I made up || Genre: SUPER FLUFF, humor, romance, angst if you follow canon, which I don’t here. || Inspiration songs: “Very Special” (It’s old school  - JLo sampled it on “All I Have” ) + Angel By Your Side”|| More Kili and Fili fics || Fanfic Masterlist


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anonymous asked:

Do you have any glenn rhee headcannons?

  • Carol wasn’t lying: Glenn is the best tucker-inner in the group. His skill ranges from a basic military style tuck, to swaddling babies and grown adults, to rolling someone up in a blanket like a taquito. He swaddled Lori once, and she claimed it was the best sleep she’d had in years.
  • To lighten the atmosphere during the first winter on the road, Glenn found a whole booklet of temporary tattoos. They were superhero themed, and he had a knack for sticking them on someone when they were distracted so they didn’t realize it until later. He used up all of the comic book “wham!” tattoos on Beth’s forehead, and there were nearly 15 of them.
  • He is a master at finishing a song. Anytime someone gets part of a song stuck in their head and can’t think of the rest, they just have to sing what they know around him and he’ll finish it…with gusto.
  • For a while, there was a kid at the prison who had a speech impediment and always called Glenn “Gin.” For a month straight, everybody referred to him as Gin, and then Maggie, by association, got nicknamed “Tonic.” Cue a chorus of “Here comes Gin and Tonic!”
  • Glenn grabbed Carl’s Grimes family picture before leaving the prison.
  • When someone complains (not valid complaints or concerns, just pointless whining), Glenn will whip out the pocket watch, look at it dramatically, and state that it’s “half past idgaf o’clock!” (He actually pronounces it. “id-gaf.”)
  • Glenn and Maggie have done the “pizza delivery man and the customer who can’t pay” bedroom roleplay many times.
  • After a really good supply haul, Glenn used conditioner on his hair for the first time. Maggie was beside herself laughing at his dreamy expression as he ran his fingers through his fluffy, soft hair.
  • He still has the shirt that he was wearing the day that they fled the Greene farm. It has a lot of horizontal lines across the back where they have measured Carl’s growth spurts against him. Glenn can’t wear it anymore since he broadened out, and Carl is too tall to measure against the shirt anymore anyway, but he keeps it for sentimental value.
  • Most of Carl’s clothes are hand-me-downs from Glenn.
  • He is TERRIBLE at Pictionary. Holy god, terrible.
  • “Glenn, what is that supposed to be?! A pyramid? With a…with a star on top! Egypt! Ancient Egypt! Wait…is that a star or an eyeball? Illuminati? The Illuminati!”
  • “…It’s a windmill.”
  • “WHAT THE FU—“
  • When he laughs too hard, he snorts.
  • He once sneezed himself awake from a nap, and Michonne had to straight up leave the room because it was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.
  • He is awesome with kids but clueless with babies. If a baby cries, he will flatly mimic their crying noise as he holds them out like a bomb about to blow. Ironically, this confuses Judith so much that she stops crying.
  • Instead of the old roadtrip game where you have to call out if you see a yellow car or something similar, Glenn and Beth invented “Boards.” If they pass a building with boarded up windows, whoever sees it first has to pinch the other and call out “boards!”
  • Sasha brought back a sleeve of plastic shot glasses that look like tiny red Solo cups, and they took turns fucking with Daryl by replacing all of his drinks with the tiny cups.
  • Glenn jumps into piles of leaves yelling “cannonball!”
  • Glenn and Tara have an inside joke about the word “cloud.” Nobody knows what the joke is or why it’s so funny, but if anybody mentions the clouds in the sky, they lose their collective shit.
  • Glenn has been known to fill pillowcases with packing peanuts and hide around a corner, smacking any unsuspecting victim who walks around said corner. This is usually accompanied by Carol and Michonne sitting on a nearby porch and watching.
  • He and Carl invented a game where people take a wooden clothespin and stick it somewhere on their bodies. Whoever tolerates the pinch the longest wins. This is also how Rick ended up with a bruised armpit for two weeks.
  • Glenn and Enid sucking helium and heckling passersby from the porch. At one point Enid hid in a bush and convinced Eugene that the garden gnome was possessed and speaking to him. The only thing that gave her away was Glenn’s high pitched cackling and rolling on the steps.
  • He plays Connect the Dots with the freckles on Maggie’s body using his finger, drawing out constellations and coming up with funny names for them.
A plea for destruction

Hello tumblr world, I’m a 34 yo man and this is my testament to the greatest Woman on the planet and how much i desire to be Hers. To be used for Her amusement and desires. I’ve always been submissive and I’ve enjoyed being used by powerful, dominant Women. Recently i made a call on niteflirt that changed my life, for better or worse to be determined. I called the amazing Miss Ten, and it was great. It’s always hard to judge exactly what a Domme thinks of a lowly submissive, but She seemed to enjoy the call, which was very encouraging to me:)

My first call to Miss Ten was on a Tuesday night, I had been out for a couple drinks with some co-workers. Upon returning home I was feeling extra submissive and craving some pain. I had recently tried niteflirt for the first time, although with not much success. After searching through some Femdom listings I saw it, Miss Tens listing. Her first interest listed was CBT, and She proclaimed that She wanted a real, hardcore session. I decided to try and deliver from my end and called Her. Immediately I could tell that She is very naturally Dominant. She was in control with such little effort, and such great ease. She asked what I had for cbt, I had lots of wooden clothespins(She prefers plastic), some icy hot, hot sauce, mouthwash and needles. I spent the next twenty minutes or so smacking my balls and my dick, applying clothespins all over my body, and hitting them off. It was inTENse for sure. She likes to ask what your pain level is from 1-10, I suppose this may be how She got her name because you will get to 10. I was given a small break from abusing my genitals, just to cover my finger first in mouthwash and then hot sauce, shoving it up my ass after each dip. I was almost out of time and money so she made sure to have me hurry and shove a needle through the head of my dick, something I had never done to myself before. My call ended with me short of breath from the pain, and the most addictive, sadistic laugh from the other end. To say that I was hooked would be a mild understatement. I was shaking, in tears, and on cloud nine all in one.

A couple weeks passed, and i was desperately craving more abuse. I had gotten a candle at Tens request, and gotten all of my torture implements ready. I also made sure I had more time so that She could use Her magic without time constraints. This time was a Friday night as well so I had more recovery time. As soon as I called She remember me from the last time, and I can’t explain the way I shivered when She said my name right away. She immediately got down to business, putting clothespins all over my body, and then pouring hot wax all over my dick. I had two pins on each lip and one on my tongue. I was drooling all over myself, smacking and ripping dried wax and clothespins from my cock and balls. Also I had bound my balls tightly with rubber bands, which eventually became extremely painful, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. This time i was made to shove two needles through the head of my dick. By the time I was done with this I was crying, shaking and dizzy. I think She could tell, because She slowly had me do a few things, writing on my stomach just above my cock “Thank You Miss Ten :)” with a red permanent marker. I then slowly pulled/smacked/ripped more clothespins off my cock and balls, and then reapplying some more. Somewhere in there was icy hot and hot sauce used as lube to jerk off with. The end of the call was a little blurry for me, I remember Her having me lay down, and as best I can remember I was crying and begged Her to let me stop. I’m a little ashamed about this because She deserves the best and I feel like quitting isn’t the best, but I think I was past 10 up to 11 or 12, I finally hit the wall. She gave me some after call instructions, take some pics and then to clean myself up and lay down. I remember cleaning all the blood from the head of my dick, and then laying on my bed smiling from ear to ear. Addiction had set in.

I’m here today on tumblr to state that I’m addicted to Miss Ten, I crave Her and the abuse and control She gives me. As i type this I’m covered in clothespins, that I know will hurt even more when I take them off. I will thank Miss Ten after each one is removed, and hope and pray that I will be worthy enough to be used by Her more, increasing in frequency and intensity, until I’m completely used up. This is real, this is serious, this is my plea for destruction Miss Ten. Please use me for whatever I may be worth to You. Thank You Miss Ten, you are the greatest.