you really can't see will sigh

shoutout to all my closeted LGBT+ friends who are feeling shitty about pride. you aren’t less lgbt for keeping yourself safe. i know it’s heartbreaking but u know what? one day you will walk (or wheel, or w/e your method of transportation is) in a parade next to the friends you’ve made. one day you will be able to deck yourself in so many flags you can’t even stand. one day you will be called whatever pronouns you choose. one day you will not be in the closet. there will be so many more pride months. im here for you, and i feel you, and i know it’s scary right now but it won’t always be. you will have another chance. don’t give up.

The Children Are Fighting
  • Me: heads over to Youtube, bout to watch me some pancake scene for the 90th time (today) and-
  • Lift Kiss™: but you haven't watched me in a bit
  • Ice Wall Snuggles™: do you even remember what I look like
  • One Time Thing™: I know you watched me a lot last week, but I still crave ur love and affection
  • Pirate vs. Toddler™: Mirror mirror on the wall I'm still the cutest of them all
  • Storytime™: you used to watch me on the reg. What hath I done to forsake you
  • It's You™: I was literally The Most Important in your life for so long. I don't blame you for what you've done, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt :(
  • Proposal 1.0™: HEY BITCH. REMEMBER ME.
  • Proposal 2.0™: stfu, 1.0™. First is the worst, second is the best.
  • Proposal 1.0™: Me stfu? I don't see your viewcount rising too quick anymore either, buddy.
  • Proposal 2.0™: .....</3
  • Maybe Just This Once™: c'mon, I deserve a watch. It's been a while, and I'm so good at making you cry.
  • You Traded Your Ship for Me™: I have to side with The Elevator™ here. #1 Saddest Scene™ goes to The Elevator™. #1 Happiest Scene™ on the other hand goes to yours trul-
  • 25 Cheek Kisses™: Noooooooo no no no no no. It is I who provoketh the must numerous tears of joy. My viewcount proves this. Don't even try to fight. That award belongs to me.
  • Everyone: Omg, so true. So true. Deadass Truth. 25 Cheek Kisses™, you are truly the best. Or you were, at least, until Pancakes™ came along.
  • Shellphone™: guys, GUYS. Focus here. This isn't memory lane. We're trying to get her to watch us, remember?
  • You're Impossible™: I miss being watched :(
  • Boat Safety™: I'm seriously so cute, how could you forget about me already? :(
  • Red Leather Jacket Kink Reveal™: I used to be so loved :(
  • I'm Not Proposing™: Guys I'm not even relevant anymore :(
  • Wanna Come in and Have Coffee™: I thought you loved all your children equally?
  • Know More About Your Beginnings™: We just want a *tiny* bit of attention. Like just for an hour? Spend an hour with us?
  • I Can't Lose You Too™: Your old friends?
  • Mouth to Mouth Resuscitation™: to quote myself, COME BACK TO ME!
  • Melty Popcorn™: I feel like I was never even truly appreciated for who I am
  • I Would've Done The Exact Same Thing™: Ditto, Melty Pop.
  • Middlemist Horsey Ride™: Guys, we've lost her.
  • Music to This Pirate's Ears™: We haven't just lost her. We've lost them all, the whole fandom :(
  • Sexy Barwench™: They're never coming back to see us :(
  • Move in With Me™: I guess our viewcounts have reached their max :(
  • Pancakes™: ....guys :(
  • Pancakes™: I'm really sorry like I'm actually so sorry :(
  • Pancakes™: I didn't mean for this to happen to you guys :(
  • Pancakes™: and for what it's worth, I wouldn't be where I am today without each and every one of you. Especially you, Move in With Me™.
  • Move in With Me™: Fuck you, Pancakes™.
  • Everyone: Yeah, fuck you.
  • One Time Thing™: Shove your rising viewcount up your (undeniably adorable) asshole.
  • 25 Cheek Kisses™: and YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US.
  • Me: *sighs* Please don't fight, children...
  • also Me: *unpauses the pancake scene*

anyway can we just appreciate the fact that bellamy got to spend six whole years away from the racist & abusive white girls in his life. six whole years. like no matter what happens from here on out at least he got That. what a gift. what a blessing. i hope he’s happy and healing and healthy

Preference: You Can't Sleep

Ashton: Hearing footsteps softly coming towards the kitchen, you sigh. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, really. A very sleepy looking Ashton leans against the kitchen doorframe, frowning when he sees you. “Can’t sleep again?” He asks, yawning a little. “Go back to bed, I’ll be okay.” He shakes his head. “Baby, you need to see a doctor or something. This is like, the fourth night you’ve had trouble sleeping.” He pauses, then his eyes widen. “Is it… is it me?” He asks. “What? No, Ash, it’s not you. I just can’t fall asleep.” You assure him, walking over. He pulls you into a light hug, resting his forehead against your own. “Then what? Tell me, so I can help.” You sigh. “There’s honestly nothing wrong.” You say. Ashton walks over and starts to make coffee. “What are you doing?” You ask. “If you can’t sleep, I’ll stay awake with you until you can.” You smile a little. “Ashton, go back to bed. You’re tired.” Ashton frowns again. “Yeah, but I can’t sleep if you’re not there. The bed gets cold.” He says. You walk over and wrap your arms around him. “How about we just go cuddle?” He thinks about this for a moment, then shakes his head. “How about we go watch movies and cuddle until you fall asleep?” You sigh, feeling blessed to have such a man in your life. “I’m sorry, I know this is getting annoying.” Ashton takes his face in your hands. “Baby, no! It’s not annoying. It’s just more time I get to spend with you.” He murmurs, kissing your nose. “Yeah, but less time you get to sleep.” Ashton shrugs, pulling you into the living room while asking, “who needs sleep, anyway?”

Calum: You roll over for what seems like the millionth time. Calum sighs, sitting up. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks. You sit up and turn on the bedside lamp. “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” He frowns, moving some hair away from your face. “Want me to sing to you?” He asks. You nod, curling into his side as he sings a soft tune. “Anything?” He asks when the song is over. You groan and shake your head. “You should go back to sleep. You need it.” You tell him, biting your lip. “I’m not going to sleep when my girl isn’t.” He says stubbornly, but a yawn slips out. You smirk and he chuckles. “Okay, I’m tired. So what?” You roll your eyes. “So, I’m not going to be like Michael and force you to stay awake. Sleep, babe.” You say, reaching over to turn out the light. “Is there anything that’s bothering you? Maybe you just need to talk about it.” Calum says, pulling you into a spooning position. “No, not that I can think of. You’re home, the boys are home. Everything is perfect.” Calum runs his fingertips over your stomach lightly, making you shiver. “What about the hate? Have you been reading it lately?” You shake your head. “Not since the last time you told me not to.” Calum frowns, not being able to figure out what’s wrong with the love of his life. Then it hits him. “Babe?” He asks. “Yes, Cal?” You reply. “When is the last time we… you know?” He asks, chuckling. You roll over onto your back. “It’s been awhile, I guess. Why?” You ask, watching as he gets up and walks to the end of the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls you until your cute plaid pajama shorts meet his eyes up close. “Calum, what are you doing? The boys are downstairs sleeping. They could hear us.” You protest, but he yanks off your shorts and underwear. “I don’t give a fuck who hears. I’m taking the edge off so my baby girl can sleep. I’m going to fuck you so good until you’re too tired to fuck anymore.”

Luke: Staying in multiple hotel rooms had its benefits, but it also had its problems. Problem number one being that eventually, they all just began to feel like home. So when you and Luke actually did come home from tour, sleeping in your own bed was very difficult for you. Even with Luke by your side every night, the bed just didn’t feel like home anymore. And this night was no different. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, hoping you won’t wake Luke up. You splash water on your face, and when you look up, Luke is standing behind you. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” You mumble, turning to face him. “You know, splashing water on your face is just going to make falling asleep harder.” Luke tells you. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This bed used to be my everything, second to you. And now I can’t even sleep on it.” You complain, crossing the short distance between the two of you and hugging him. “Princess, nothing’s wrong with you. You’ve just been staying in so many hotels that you forgot what your own bed feels like. C'mon, I’ll help you.” Luke pulls you back into bed and pulls you into his side, holding you close. “You know what I really want right now?” You ask. “What’s that, princess?” You look up at him. “That bed on that hotel room we stayed at in Italy. The one that had the purple pillows? Oh, I loved that bed.” You say softly. “That bed had some pretty nice things happen on it.” Luke mutters, smirking as he remembers the night involving whipped cream and strawberries. You giggle. He rubs your back lightly until you fall asleep, but that doesn’t happen for another few hours. The next day, when you come back from visiting friends, the bed from the hotel room in Italy is in your bedroom.

Michael: While Michael has been known to have some insomnia, you did not. You could sleep all day, every day. Or at least, you used to be able to sleep all day, every day. For some reason, that all changed one night. You just couldn’t fall asleep. You tried sleeping in bed and on the living room couch, but nothing helped. And unfortunately, Michael had cured his insomnia when the band went on a break. Well, that’s not unfortunate. That’s a great thing. But for you, it was unfortunate because that meant while he was asleep, you were wide awake. The roles had been reversed. You look over at your sleeping boyfriend, hearing his light snores fill the silence of your bedroom. You bite your lip and tap his cheek lightly. “Mike, wake up.” After repeating this a few times, the bleached blonde’s eyes flutter open. “What? What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks urgently. “Nothing. I just… I can’t fall asleep.” He props himself up with his hand. “Wanna talk about anything that bothered you today?” He asks. “See, that’s the thing. It isn’t just tonight. I haven’t been sleeping for weeks.” You confess. “Kitten, why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches over and strokes your cheek gently. “You were sleeping great. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Michael frowns. “You wouldn’t have ruined it. But you should have told me, I could’ve helped sooner.” He says. You nod. He sings to you softly for a few hours until your asleep. The next morning, Michael goes to the store and buys everything that’s related to helping a person sleep better just for you.

Response to That "Decepticons Helping Humans in Rescue Bots" AU thing
  • Nurse Darby: Starscream... what do you have in your hands?
  • [Starscream shows what's behind his back]
  • Human: WAUAUUGHH!!!
  • Nurse Darby: Starscream! Where did you-- put him down! Down!!!
  • [Starscream starts to open his claws so the human drops to the floor]
  • Nurse Darby: Gently...!
  • Starscream: But he's squirming..!
  • Nurse Darby: You heard me!
  • Human: HUAAUUUGH!
  • Starscream: [cringe] I can hear HIM too.
  • [Starscream gently places human on ground, who scrambles away behind June]
  • Human: That... that HUGE freaky robot TRASHED my lawnmower!
  • Starscream: Yehk. Is that what you call it? Looked more like an abomination to me. Doesn't matter, it's scrap now.
  • Nurse Darby: Starscream! Why on Earth did you abduct this man and destroy his lawnmower?
  • Starscream: While I was making my rounds, I saw this human and his machine on a patch of grass. But upon my second pass, he was driving down the road! He couldn't have been going more than 5 miles per hour, however LOCAL speed signs that were CLEARLY posted indicated 25 miles per hour. He was obstructing the flow of traffic, and placing himself and OTHER humans in a potentially hazardous situation! It was so incredibly foolish I just KNEW I had to intervene.
  • Nurse Darby: ... Were you really driving a lawnmower on the road?
  • Human: W-well my next job was only like a mile away!
  • Nurse Darby: That's still a decent amount of time to clog up the road, sir. Normally, if a cop saw you, they would probably give you a ticket. Though I really wouldn't know. Here, let me see that scratch...
  • [Knock Out comes in]
  • Knock Out: Oh. It's YOU. The human in that slow-moving contraption.
  • Nurse Darby: So is this a typical thing for you, or what? I swear. Don't you have a truck you can put that thing in?
  • Human: Well its not like I'd need to any more, cuz HE totalled my mower!
  • Knock Out: Did you really?
  • [Starscream shows what's in his OTHER hand]
  • Knock Out: [whistles] Yeah, I can't fix that.
  • Nurse Darby: [sighs] Starscream, did you REALLY have to destroy it?
  • Starscream: [scoff] When HE didn't heed my warnings to get off the road, I knew I would have to use force--
  • Human: --I always wear ear protection when I mow!
  • Starscream: -- but then, THIS hunk of scrap exploded! Disgusting, green, organic mush rained down upon me, staining my paint, streaking my windows, squishing between even the tiniest of gears...
  • Knock Out: [scandalized gasp]
  • Starscream: It even smeared all over my landing gear... Oh, it'll take a WEEK to get the stuff out of my vents!
  • Knock Out: He's right you know. I'll pencil you in right before tomorrow's 2nd shift.
  • Human: What about my mower?!
  • Nurse Darby: I don't get paid enough for this...

anonymous asked:

Did you see the posts about h/dekan/e shippers sending death threats to ishida? I can't believe so many people would do that.


I did, Anon. And I really wish that everyone posting about it/reblogging it would actually take the time to read and assess the information in the now infamous receipt images and posts addressing the matter.

In the images provided with the “receipts”, not a single post/tweet screencapped and pasted over the image of Touka is a death threat. Not. A. One. It’s all just reactions/salt, from people’s personal accounts after chapter 125.

There may have been death threats sent to Ishida, and there’s no doubt in my mind that some numbskulls did send some, but the posts circulating do not actually provide any substantial proof to this claim. I honestly wish that people would stop spreading the posts, who’s images allegedly originated on Reddit to cause a stir, so that no one on those lists gets harassed for just being vocal about their salt, especially since they were all posts made to personal accounts.

As for the any mentions of actual articles describing the threats, the first ones that used the images to back their claims were most likely clickbait, unless I am really misunderstanding something. I am absolutely 100% against sending Ishida threats of any sort, so no, I am not just trying to excuse the actions of certain Tokyo Ghoul fans. I would never do that. Spreading incorrect information, though, helps no one.

tl;dr Ishida may have received death threats, but the posts going around do not provide proof of such threats, as they consist of screenshots of salt, not threats. Please check sources and look into extremely serious things like this before spreading what could be false information, dangerously presented as solid fact.

  • *At the Christmas Party at the Potters*
  • Albus: How come your Dad is such a skilled wizard, I mean, he was always second after my aunt, he mastered Occlumency and he has no problem with non-verbal spells at all, so how come he can't cast a Patronus?
  • Scorpius: (surprised) Who said he can't?
  • Hermoine: (joining the conversation) So he can? What's his Patronus?
  • Scorpius: Ah, actually it's quite astonishing. When I was younger, he let me ride it sometimes. It's ...
  • (Draco rushes over and places his palm over Scorpius' mouth)
  • Draco: Scorpius! I explicitly told you not to tell anyone! Remember the fuss your mother used to make, whenever she saw it?
  • (Hermione whispers in Scorpius' ear, who nods, his father's hand still on his mouth, Draco sighs and releases him)
  • Hermione: No way! I want to see it!
  • Ginny: What is it? (Hermione whispers in Ginny's ear) Really?? I have to see it! Please Draco, please!
  • Draco: (to Scorpius) See son, the damage is already done!
  • Ron: Oh come on Malfoy! Don't be a git, show us your bloody Patronus.
  • Harry: I doubt anyone will be scared by your dragon or whatsoever.
  • (Draco swings his wand lightly and out of its tip bursts an almost blinding, dazzling silver unicorn)
  • Hermione, Ginny, Rose, and Lily: (synchronously) It's so beautiful!
You're Pretty - Yugyeom

I check the roster to see our reserved guests for the day. As I cross out those who have already arrived, my eyes trail to the next one on the list.

“Got7,” I mumble to myself, remembering my manager had told me not to be surprised if a crowd huddles at the entrance and lobby.

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anonymous asked:

I seriously don't get how the actor won bin is considered to be one of the most handsome men in korea. Like he is just so weird looking to me... I really have tried so hard to look at him from different angles or in a movie or something and I just can't see anything handsome about him. Same with lee soo hyuk. Netizens called him one of the best looking men in korea. HOW???? I'll take jhope over them any day.

Oh, my sweet Anon!  You have no idea, because I’ve never shared this, but I LOVE LEE SOO HYUK!

He is the most beautiful bird faced man I have ever seen!  

Originally posted by mayfifolle

He’s unusual looking, I’ll grant you that, BUT LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

I respect that everyone has different tastes, but 


Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78


I like you too, Soo Hyuk.  I like you too.

Decided to give you guys a peek at the first part of the lyric comic (without lyrics cuz still wanna keep it a secret). The first half is giving me a hard time to decide what scenes to put down so it, I guess, flows naturally but I think I might have an idea. This is a big project and I’m hoping to have it done sometime in the Summer. 

Don’t tell me that I only care about myself.
Because you have no idea how little I really do.
You don’t understand how hard I’m trying
to be as perfect as you want me to be.
You don’t see how painful it is to feel like everything I do is disappointing you.
—  r.j

“I still can’t believe I’m on the same team as Thor’s little sister.” Skye said as she threw herself on your bed. 

“I’ve told you, I’m not Thor’s little sister, I’ve never even met the guy.” You said closing your laptop and laying back so that the two of you were lying side by side. 

“How’s Jemma taking it?” You asked. 

“She’s still looking over your file, and I think Fitz wants to see if you can use your abilities to power one of his inventions.” She said making you roll your eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked 

“Ehh, Coulson and May already knew, I mean I am on the gifted list, and I’ve never really cared much for what Ward thinks.” You said with a small shrug. 

“Well, I don’t think you’re going to hear any complaints from Ward, you did use your abilities to save him after all, besides you’re still my best friend, it’s just a shame you can't introduce me to Thor.” Skye said with a sigh making you laugh. 

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anonymous asked:

"Who are you? I don't remember ever seeing you" Said to Zen. I can't tell if MC says this because they got in a fight or lost their memories (or both) but holy shit I like it. They/Them pronouns please!

Nothing really lasts forever, does it?

Not even stars sparkle for all eternity. They grow more dim and lose their shine eventually.

Sadly, this seems to apply for a particular star as well. A star once so bright and blinding to their dreamy eyes. A star that isn’t far out of reach – or used to be near and close, at least.

“I really don’t see your problem, babe,” Zen sighs, rolling his eyes, throwing his hands up in defense, clearly annoyed and frustrated. Hearing the sarcastic tone he puts to their pet name, has them frown.

What made their heart jump and what made them fluster formerly, what made them chuckle and feel loved, vanishes into thin air right there. His voice is no longer comforting to them, the lips that used to lovingly caress theirs, no longer speak words of affection. Instead, they cut sharp like a knife, matching the daggers his glare throws at them.

He used to be warm and gentle at all times. Used to be open arms and listening ears. Patient and considerate.

When has he lost his spark?

“Well, ‘babe’s’ problem is your attitude,” they respond, voice dry like cotton on their tongue. “I didn’t know you could be such a jerk.”

“Whatever,” he huffs roughly and averts his gaze. “I don’t need to listen to this bullshit.”

“If you care, you should!” Their chest stings and it feels like there’s a noose around their neck. Placed by no other than Zen himself, actually. It tightens around their skin as he just turns around to grab his keys and heads for the door. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out, isn’t that obvious?” he spits back, not even facing them. “I’m going for a ride.”

There’s a million thoughts that rush through their head. Fine, don’t come back though. If you leave now, don’t think I’ll want to see you again. It vividly and clearly lingers in their throat, ready to be shouted at him, but they swallow thickly, burying it.

“What happened, Zen?” they murmur instead and their hand grab his wrist to pretend him from running away and avoiding them. His skin, once feeling nothing but warm and gentle to them, leaving their own tingly whenever he touched them, feels like a sharp and rough edge now. “It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. What made you change?”

His eyes, stare blank and no longer full of passion and love, look right into their filled with tears ones, but his gaze doesn’t soften. “I’ve always been like this, you just failed to ever properly know me.”

“That’s not true,” they reply without even allowing him to finish his sentence properly. “The Zen I know wouldn’t say something like that and he wouldn’t just run away!”

He doesn’t answer, he just frees himself from their grip and reaches for his leather jacket. He doesn’t even say a goodbye, simply just raises his hand for a second to wave and goes through the door.

With each step he takes, each step walking further from them, he grows more distant. More distant than any star in the night sky and losing more and more of his shine and light.

Colour [-Admin Kuro]

Description: Sleepy ash had always known a black and white world, he was immortal, there was no way there was someone really out there for him. That’s what he had thought, until his name became Kuro, and his whole world was lit with colour. Kuro could never say anything, his eve was his soulmate, he never would have guessed it…. Or maybe if he took a closer look at Mahiru’s sunshine like smile or the way he says Kuro’s name he might have known. KuroMahi Soulmate!AU

Word count: 1387

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: KuroMahi/MahiKuro

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Really Piper? You had to do this now??

You probably gave the guy nightmares.

Great job.

My Problem with this argument...
  • *LGBT Suicide Hotline*
  • Operator: Hello, suicide hotline.
  • Asexual: Hello. I'm Ace and
  • Operator: I'm sorry, this is a suicide hotline for REAL LGBT people facing discrimination.
  • Asexual: I have been facing discrimination. My church kicked me out, my parents are forcing me to go to doctors and therapy, kids at school are beating me up, all for being ace.
  • Operator: Okay, that's discrimination, but it's not oppression. Oppression is systematic.
  • Ace: But I was pushed out of my religious community and I'm being forced to go through medical treatments and therapy meant to "cure" me. That's got to count.
  • Operator: Well, I guess it could...but that really just sounds like misplaced homophobia to me.
  • Ace: Fine! It's homophobia. But the other suicide hotlines are all also homophobic. This is the ONLY one that I know can deal with homophobia.
  • Operator: You're taking resources away from REAL lgbt people.
  • Operator: Well, why can't you make your own hotline?
  • Ace: *sigh* look, I swear to God that I WILL make an ace hotline after this. But seeing as I don't have one right now, you admit that I'm facing homophobia, and I'm LITERALLY having major suicidal thoughts, would you PLEASE connect me with someone who can help me? since you clearly won't.
  • Operator: I'm sorry little cishet. You're not invading this space. *hangs up*
II. Roast Mutton
Don’t look for someone who just wants to see you past your clothes; look for someone who wants to learn about the person you are underneath your skin, into your soul, right to the very center of your being.
—  I crave you in the most innocent of ways
Sing Pt. 3

Sing, Sing Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Sing Pt. 4, Sing Pt. 5, Sing Pt. 6


Words: 797

Sorry, I feel like this isn’t even like the request anymore I’ve just sort of killed it in a bad way


The hallways are empty except for a few of his men that don’t make eye contact with Negan. Ever. They’ll shoot you looks, wondering why in the world you’re there.

You reach a room you assume is Negan’s bedroom or some extra room of his maybe. Most likely it’s just his bedroom. Hell, it looks better than your whole house ever did before all of this ever started! So unfair.

“Are all of those women actually your–”

“My wives?” Negan says, cutting Carl off. “Always wanted to screw a whole bunch of different women. I mean, why just settle for one? Why follow the same old rules? Why not make life better? Speaking of…sit.” You both go to sit down, but Negan grabs your arm. Immediately Carl is back up by your side.

“Ah, she gets the seat next to me, okay?” Carl doesn’t sit down and Negan’s grip on your arm tightens, making you grimace. Carl sit down, seeing that if he refuses Negan will only hurt you more.

“Let’s get started.”

“Get started with what?” Carl asks, keeping his eye on you.

“I want to get to know you better, Carl. Well, both of you, of course. See, I’d expect kids your age to be moping around not doing damn thing except crying about missing the prom. But you have a mission. You find me, kill my men, and you’re smart enough to know I’m not gonna let this slide.” Negan starts to laugh, confusing both of you. “I can’t Can't’ do it. It’s like talking to a damn birthday present. Take it off. I want to see what Grandma got me!”


“Four of my men! I’m not making her pay now I’m asking you to step up and keep your lady safe. Punishment. Do you really want to piss me off?” Carl sees he doesn’t have a choice and sighs. He hates letting anybody see him with his patch off. It’s rare if you can convince him to let you change it for him instead of having him do it himself when there isn’t anyone else around to do it.

“Almost there.” Carl drops the bandage and lets his long hair hang in his eyes. Get that hair out of your face. Let me see.” Carl moves his hair back, showing a bloody hole where his other eye had once been. “Christ! That is disgusting. No wonder you cover it up. Have you seen it? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? I can see the socket. Can I touch it? Oh, come o, can I touch it?” Anger rises inside of you. You can tell Carl’s trying not to cry and Negan just goes on and on about it. It takes a lot of control to not get up and go over to him. Or to punch Negan where you know it’ll hurt him.

“Damn. Holy hell, kid. Look…I just– It’s easy to forget that you’re…just a kid. And I didn’t mean to hurt your feeling or anything. I was just screwing around.”

“Forget it.” There’s a knock on the door and Negan sighs.

“Go on over to him, I know you’re fighting the urge to. Just go.” You get up and over to Carl, not paying attention to who’s coming into the room or why their here. You sit on Carl’s leg and wrap your arms around his neck. Carl hugs you back, pulling you closer to him as if trying to hide behind you. Your hatred for Negan seems to grow.

“Seriously? I never do that. I guess kids firing machine guns is a little bit of a distraction.” You look up to see a guy holding Lucille. Leaving Lucille somewhere because of you guys? I guess that could be a compliment of sorts. “All jokes aside, you look rad as hell. I wouldn’t cover that shit up. It may not be a hit with the ladies– Well, you’ve already got yourself one so maybe it is. Either way, nobody is gonna screw with you looking like that. No, sir.”

Negan returns his attention to “Fat Joseph” cracking jokes and making fun of him til it’s so awkward Joseph looks like he’s begging Negan to let him leave, which Negan does let him do once the initial fun is over.

“Now, you see? That’s what I’m talking about. Men breaking each other’s balls. This is the shit your dad’s supposed to be teaching you.” He sighs and hesitates before asking another question.

“What do you like to do for fun? You guys like music?” Negan asks. Neither of you answer. “I want you to sing me a song.” He points to you, but then shakes his head. “No, too easy. How about the future serial killer?”