zas says

This Episode Was Everything!

From all the love-making, to the mutual slayage and fun married banter, to the heartfelt conversations and hand kisses. Rick even negotiated to keep Michonne’s cat!  They are so in sync and in love it’s easy to forget this is a tv show.

 I’m so shook y'all. How can I be dead and living at the same time?

Originally posted by allreactions

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i just remembered this really weird dream i had last night

kept having to run back into the theater to say za warudo and eventually i gave up trying to find a kfc so i decided to have kids and make them find it for me

the-real-sans-the-skeleton  asked:

I had a really hard day today (got harassed at school and then got yelled at) and I was wondering if you would do a request The request is (this might be long sorry) reader find out they are pregnant with Gabe's kid and then before they can tell Gabe the news he is presumed dead and so the reader goes on with their life and has the child then Gabe comes back as reaper and goes to find the reader and then funds he has a family now sorry if it was too long sorry!

((I’m so so sorry you had a hard day hon, those people that yelled at you suck. I hope that things get better!))

“Estoy em-bara-za-da”, you practiced, saying each syllable carefully before licking your lips and nodding. You were playing a short recording over and over, making sure you were saying it right and not butchering the Spanish phrase. “Estoy embara-zada…Estoy embarazada! There we go, I got it!”

You spun in a circle, smoothing your hands down your ‘bloated’ belly, giggling softly and happily. You were pregnant. If you hadn’t taken five pee tests and one blood test, you wouldn’t be sure if you actually believed that it was true but it was. You and Gabriel had talked in passing about having a family; of running away from Overwatch and Blackwatch, finding a home and starting over from scratch. New identities, plenty of money and enough human comforts that you’d never have to look back. You’d never be the ‘Jones’, with their white picket fences and ‘perfect American dream’, but you could be happy and free from all the bureaucratic bullshit that was intrinsically tied up with Overwatch and Blackwatch.

Especially now since things were looking so bad. Between the sensitive leaked information about Overwatch, deaths of prominent Overwatch agents, the reveal of the existence of Blackwatch and the witch hunt the world was on, it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Jesse had left first with Gabriel’s blessing, but his protege couldn’t convince the Blackwatch leader to leave himself. He had wiped records of your existence and moved you to Aix-les-Bains, France; explained that it was safer to be out of Switzerland for the time being, the hour commute back and forth more than worth it to keep you directly out of harm’s way.  What that harm was, he hadn’t revealed to you.

‘It’s better you don’t know, amorcita. Keeps your hands clean of this bullshit.’

Still, maybe with this news he could finally go through with those fanciful ideas of yours. You jumped as you heard you phone begin to buzz, drawing you out of your inner mind and back into the real world. Pushing a hand through your curls, your brow furrowed as you listened to your phone’s nonstop buzzing from across the room, grunting agitatedly. Crossing the room, you grabbed the device and pressed a button to illuminate the screen. Your blood froze like ice in your veins as you read the emergency notifications that were filling up your screen.

‘Explosion at Overwatch Geneva Headquarters’

‘Gigantic Explosion Rocks Overwatch HQ, Unknown Numbers Dead or Injured’

‘Unknown Numbers Hurt and Injured after Explosion Hits Geneva’

“Oh god…”


It had taken three more months until Gabriel’s status was changed from missing to dead, Reinhardt bringing you the personal effects that been found in the debris. His hat, a tungsten ring you had given him and his dog tags; all burnt but still there. Your fingers traced over the letters of his name, a soft sob leaving your lips as you pulled the objects tight against your chest. He may have left the physical plane, but Gabriel hadn’t left you alone. Your hand smoothed down your round stomach, looking up at Reinhardt with a watery smile.

“Thank you…”


“Isabella”, you warned, the bright eyed two year old looking back at you. She had managed to climb halfway up onto the the kitchen table, you rushing and scooping the adventurous little girl into your arms. She looked so much like her father, you joked that she was his little clone, only picking up traces of your features. Big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes, soft copper skin covered in tiny freckles and a head full of thick, wild black curls that framed her chubby little cheeks. “Princesita, how many times must mama ask you not to climb up on the table, hm? You’re going to end up just like those little monkey and bump your head!”

You began to tickle the little girl, spinning her in your arms and smiling at her screaming laugh, peppering warnings and kisses to her head and forehead. You had tried to keep her father’s memory alive; teaching Isabella Spanish and using the affectionate terms you could imagine Gabriel using, showing her vids and pictures of her father and his friends to prove that he was a hero that had laid down his life to protect them. Isabella knew his face, would call him daddy and talk to his framed picture in those short toddler sentences. It was hard, admittedly, to raise her all on your own but you loved your daughter and you know that Gabriel would be happy to know how you both were living.  

“Mama”, Isabella said through giggles, her own chubby little fingers stilling at trying to tickle you. She tilted her body backwards as she looked at the door frame that led to the front door, making you grunt as you took a half step forward to catch her. You shifted your daughter to your hip, the little girl grabbing onto your shirt to steady herself before pointing. “The doorbell mama!”

“Good ears mi amorcita”, you complimented, gently ruffling the child’s hair and bouncing her on your hip with each step. You were expecting a few packages for Isabella’s owl-themed birthday; a colorful owl plush, a dress, umbrella and rainboot set with the same type of owl and a new book featuring the same, sweet cartoon-y creature. The doorbell rang once more making you scoff in annoyance, Isabella yelling again to notify you that the doorbell was in fact being rang. “Thank you little one. I am coming!”

You tried to keep your voice singsong-y, a small tick of annoyance pulling at your neutral smile. Rude ass postman rushing you when they knew damn well you had a child and they didn’t have that many houses to go to in that area. Shifting Isabella on your hip, you put a sweet yet annoyed smile on your lips, undoing the locks before throwing the door open.

“Sorry for ma–”

You jumped startled, arms wrapping tightly around your daughter as you caught sight of the person on the other side of your screen door. It was a tall man that was dressed in all black; black cargo pants, a black hoodie and black boots. Something tickled in the back of your head, there was something…familiar about that silhouette.

“Mama?”

Your eyes jumped back to your daughter, the child less scared than you were but more curious as to why you were squeezing her so tightly. Shooting a sweet smile down at her, you took a small half step back, prepared to hit the lockdown button near the door.

“I don’t know who you are but you should go”, you said, voice steely and serious, eyes darting between your daughter, the button and the stranger. “Now.”

The stranger chuckled softly, the sound low and gritty and solemn but familiar, your stomach flipping nervously. Your hands hovered over the button but you still couldn’t find it in yourself to press it just yet as the stranger began to turn, pushing the hood they had up off of their head.

“Cautious as ever mi reina”, the man said before locking eyes with you, a melancholic smile playing on those ever familiar lips. Gabriel Reyes stood in front of you, scarred and pale but alive and you froze. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you stared your dead lover in the face, your heart thundering in your chest.

“Gabby”, you breathed out weakly, tears immediately rolling down your cheeks. Your mind couldn’t process this. Gabriel shouldn’t be here, they hadn’t found a body but there is no way that he could be here…and alive. You hiccuped, adjusting Isabella on your hip again before wiping hardly at your face. “H-how?”

“Let me come in cariño”, Gabriel said, his hand lightly pressing against the glass of the screen. Now that he was closer, your eyes studied what you could of his facial features. His large brown eyes were now the color of fresh blood. His warm undertone was now gray, making his brown skin appear duller. There scars you had never seen before on your face, but you knew somewhere in your heart of hearts that this was the love of your life. His eyes kept darting between you and Isabella, his expression communicating unbelievable longing.  “I will explain everything, just please let me in.”

“Papa! Mama that’s papa? Mama look! That’s papa?”

“Yes baby”, you said softly, voice cracking as you tried to keep it together for your little girl. “That is your daddy…should we let him in?”

“Ya!”

Your hands shook as you unlocked the door, your senses suddenly filled by the scent of his cologne and pomade, his arms wrapping tight around you as he pushed through the door. You unconsciously squeezed your arm tight around him, the feeling of completeness filling your body. He broke away from the hug, a real smile on his lips as he looked between you and Isabella once more before bending slightly so that he could be eye to eye with the two year old. The little girl smiled wide at him, her hand reaching out to actually touch his face, bursting into a fit of giggles when Gabriel kissed her palms.

“Hi there ángel”, he said, his voice unbelievably soft as he stood up to full height.

“That’s not my name”, the toddler corrected, brow furrowing at the ‘name’ her father had imposed on her. “My name is Isa-bella Ale-jan-dra Reyes!”

She slowed down on her own syllables to make sure she said each of them correctly before grinning wide at the man, her father. Gabe’s eyes lifted to look at you, shocked that you had given her his last name before looking back to the little girl, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“Hey there Isabella…”

Roommates pt2

pt2 of Roommates. Wow. btw working on pt3. Enjoy!

“Do you remember yesterday?” 

You began to think about those words carefully, your hangover still evident, making your senses slow down a bit. You do remember drinking a lot with Sarah and the others but with serious tone Justin was using right now, it made you think something bigger happen. 

“No.. why?” 

Justin pauses eating for a moment. 

“You were very touchy.” 

Your eyes bulge at this single comment. You were known to be very flirty and touchy, even Andrew would complain about this. 

“Did I-we do anything?” 

“You offered to give me head.” You face automatically burns in embarrassment at this comment. You did not believe his words. Justin, Jazmyn’s little brother, you. This is not how you wanted Justin to view you. You were not this type of person. Justin was like a little brother to you. This was not happening. You began to think you were going to faint soon. 

“Oh my, Justin i’m so sorry. I was not thinking straight.” 

Your eyes began to water, wanting to cry out right now. 

“I can’t believe I would do that to you. You know I only see you like a brother, nothing more, definitely not that way. Please don’t-” Justin jumps up and holds you still by the shoulder. You didn’t even know you were shaking so much. 

“It’s ok Y/N.” 

You hug him as a desperate move to apologise. You wanted nothing but to go on your knees and beg for your stupid mistake. Justin wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you in a tight warm embrace. Your body suddenly dying down from shakiness, you began to feel calmer. 

“I’m sorry Justin.”


“Justin! Are you nearly ready?”

You call his name at the top of your lungs, despite him only being next door to your room, that was how lazy were you. You and Justin decided to go out tonight and visit the new club that was opening today. You were already dressed. You check yourself in your full length mirror. Your dress was strapless, black and figure hugging. It was a little short you thought but you’ve been dying to wear it once so you couldn’t help yourself to give up the opportunity. Your hair was done nicely, makeup done to perfection, you couldn’t wait to have some fun, hoping maybe to meet a guys even. 

You looked down at your feet. They were so sore and aching you didn’t really want to wear heels but what else could you do. Justin was taking his time in the shower, you thought. He just came back from the gym, that kid never skips the gym. You make your way to kitchen. You check the time on your phone, 10:31pm. The event started at 11pm. 

You settle you phone on the counter and open the fridge to take out your favourite orange juice. You take a big gulp. You sigh. This shit was so refreshing. You clumsily settle down the carton, not even thinking and it causes your phone to bumped off and fall in the gap between the gap and the fridge. You now feel like slapping yourself for being so stupid. The drop was so loud, you prayed that your phone wasn’t damaged. 

Justin, being busy in the shower, could even hear the loud sudden noise. He gets startled a bit. 

“Y/N! Are you ok there?” 

He receives no reply. He starts to panic a little. He quickly wraps a towel around his waist and rushes out. He walks out, surprised to see you bent over the counter. Your dress was risen, showing a good portion of your back thighs and out peaked your lace panties. He suddenly wishes he didn’t come out, he freezes at the sight. 

“UGHH.” 

You groan out in frustration, your arm was too short to reach it, you were so close. You raise up one leg, attempting to hopefully climb up the counter top and reach for the damn phone. This action causes your legs to even spread more, allowing Justin to see it, leaving very little imagination to his hungry eyes. He stood there, unable to take his eyes from the sight in front of him. The groans that left your went straight to his manhood. Dirty images of what he could do to you right now flashed through his head. 

You reach down a little further, allowing your fingertips to grasp the phone. 

“A-ha!” 

You jump from you position. Finally you thought! You check close to examine your phone. You were lucky, you thought. The phone was good as new. You spin your body around, only to spot Justin standing there. He quickly turn his body around, attempting to hide whatever was going on behind his towel. 

“Justin, are you ready yet?!” 

You yell/whine out at him for being lazy and slow. He doesn’t reply, instead walks a bit faster to his room. You didn’t think this was strange instead you just wished he wouldn’t make you guys late. 

“You better not make us late!” 

You yell out, warning him seriously.


You jump out the car quickly. You were so excited. You walk quickly beside Justin, linking your arms together. 

“Are you gonna drink tonight?” 

Well, Justin was only 20 you thought, so he shouldn’t even be drinking. 

“Yeah.” You hear him mumble. 

You playfully smack his bare lower arm, “you better not.” 

“whatever.” 

He glances down at you. You smile at him and giggle at his funny monotone. 

“Yeah thats right! I’m gonna kill you if I see you drinking boi!” 

Justin smiles and shakes his head at your childness. 


The loud music blares in your ears. Wow this club was packed and you could see why. The places was so large yet looked small due to the amount of people in it. You spot Sarah and your other workmates. They see you too and wave out to you, signalling you to join them. 

“Justin!” You yell above the loud dance music, “I’m gonna join my friends!” 

“Yeah, me too!” 

He spots his a few of his college friends drinking and laughing together. You guys separate your ways. 

“Justin! BRO!” 

Khail, Justin’s bestfriend, spots his arrival and welcomes him, hyping his out his name. The others see Justin as well, shuffling over to let him sit beside Khail. Khail being drunk already, sloppy hands him shots of vodka. 

“Drink up, we have a long day ahead!” 

Justin attempts to push it out of his grasp. Khail simply laughs at Justin’s action but doesn’t question him. As time passes by, you start to hype up due to a couple of drink. You stumble your way to the dance floor, along with sarah. You sway your hips to the beat, you hands touching up your body. You danced like no one was watching you. Little did you know, Justin had his eyes on you the whole time. You were hard not to miss. Many eyes were on you, including hungry eyes from the guys and evil glances from the girls. Justin sees this and tries to ignore the fact he wasn’t alone. 

“Woah.” Khail exclaims as he spots you, “She’s good aye?” 

Justin narrows his eyes at khail, now noticing the whole crew was eyeing you out. Za, being a stupid drunk as he was decided to live up to pass everyone’s expectation. He walks up towards you and quickly grabs you by the waist. You see you have company. Your mind was fuzzed and dazed, you weren’t even sure if you were still standing or if you eyes were opened. You definitely didn’t care that Za slipped his hand a lit lower. 

“Baby girl, what’s your name?” 

“Y/N” you slur out. 

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling closer, using him for support. He wraps his arms around your waist, before slipping a hand underneath your dress. You pull away from the sudden unwanted action and try to swat his hand away. 

“Stop.” 

“What’s the matter? Don’t you wanna get it on?” 

Za says this to prove a point to his friends. Justin sees what was happening. He breaks free from Khail and the surrounding girls around him as he sees you walking to the bathroom. 

“Y/N?” 

Justin spots your hunched over the toilet, letting out whatever you drank tonight. He pulls your hair away gently. You raise you to your feet, wiping off your saliva with your backhand. 

“I think we should get home now.” Justin carefully walks you to his car, watching you lazily slump dead in the back seat. He mentally sighs. You were a big mess. During the car ride, Justin checks a few times in the mirror, making sure you ok. 

“Y/N. We’re home. Get up.” 

Justin didnt want to put with you anymore, too many emotions taking over him at one. Even though he was angry with how you turned out, he couldn’t help but soften and take care of you. Justin carefully picks you up with ease and swings open the door with the other hand. He drops you down on you bed. 

“Change out of your clothes and take a shower.” 

You don’t reply, to lazy to even move an inch, you were acting like a kid. 

“Y/N. I know you’re awake. Stop being stupid.” 

You pout out at his words. You sit up and whine at his comment. 

“Take it off for me then!” 

You childishly whine until he finally gives up and unzips your dress. You stand up to shuffle out of your dress, leaving you in your bra and panties. Justin turns his head away from you quickly. 

“Take a shower ok?” he instructs, still facing his face away. 

“Do it for me!” You whine out again. 

He grips your back and pushes you, indicating he was fed up with our actions. 

“I hate you.” You march your way to the bathroom. 

You fall flat against your bed, face flat on your pillow. You groan as you feel the stress fading off and you fall asleep instantly.


Not being able to get a wink of sleep, justin jumps out of bed. He walks out of bed and into the kitchen, grabs a water bottle before heading off the 24 hour gym at 6am. Hours later, you wake up. Dead or alive you realise you needed to get up as it was already 3 in the afternoon. 

First thing you realise is your pounding head. Not this again. You walk into your bathroom and point a deathly finger into the mirror and make a stupid promise to never drink again, even though you know you would. You scrub your face harshly, removing you excess makeup and  continue to scrub your face clean, almost wanting to washing off yesterday’s events. You didn’t remember what happened yesterday but you just prayed you didn’t do anything silly, like blow Justin or anyone for that matter. 

Pulling you hair in a bun, you walk into the kitchen, you stomach empty and rumbling like a awaking storm. Speaking of storms, the weather today was pretty bad. It was cold and outside seemed like it was going lightening was approaching very soon. You realise Justin wasn’t home, you were about to call him but he suddenly comes through the front door. 

“Hey where have you been?” 

“Gym. I took a shower there. Want to go out for lunch?” 

You were hungry so why not. 

“Are you paying?” 

He walks past you to go change into something weather appropriate. 

“Are you?!” You yell out at him. 

“Get changed Y/N!” He yells back at you. 

You laugh at him, he was just too cute sometimes. You loved messing around with him. You quickly whip on some jeans, thinking sweatpants were attractive at all. You didn’t want Justin to think you were a slob or anything. You start to panic as you can’t find anything else to wear. You sigh as your head started to get dizzy. 

“Hurry up. I’m driving.” 

He was already leaving. You give up and walk out wearing a black v neck t shirt, you just hoped it wasn’t going to rain anytime soon. You run out the door, grabbing your phone in one hand and your low white converse shoes in the other. You run to the door, attempting to open the passenger door. This idiot locked the door! 

“Open up you idiot!” You frown. You see him poking his tongue out at you. He finally clicks open the door. You huff as you throw your shoes in the car, before sitting down, keeping your face away from you. He chuckles at your actions. 

“Stop acting so down Y/N. You always play tricks on me.” 

“Was the payback?” 

“Yup!” He says with his eyes on the road, popping the ‘p’. So this was a game? You knew how to play. You would definitely win.


After the short trip, you finally realise your destination. 

“Seriously, The cheesecake factory?” 

“What’s wrong with it?” 

“I don’t need to gain anymore weight, idiot.” 

You were quite, ‘chubby’ as Andrew would say, especially your stomach and thigh area. 

“Weight, where?” 

“Quit joking around Justin.” 

Your voice flattered, showing justin you were dead serious. 

“I’m not joking.” 

He flicks his eyes to your face for a second. You had a frown upon your face. Justin wanted to tell you in a serious matter you were beautiful, that you were perfect, sexy and amazing and that you were definitely not ‘fat.’You were so blind, Justin was caught by your breathless beauty as soon as he laid eyes on you.  

BEEP BEEP! A loud honk knocks Justin back to reality. 

“Shit.” he mutters, driving quickly to turn left. It was a green light. 

“Idiot! What time did you even wake up, still asleep I see.” 

Justin shakes his head back to reality and drives to find a carpark.


“Just wear it. Stop being picky.”

 Justin chucks his hoodie that as left in the back seat at you. It was now starting to rain, spitting now, the weather didn’t look like it’ll die down anytime soon. 

“Its too big.” 

You continue to make excuses. A sudden blow of cool air washes past both of you. You shake out, goosebumps rising along your bare arms. 

“See? Its fucking cold. Dont complain, I tried helping.” 

You sigh out loud, not really having an option. You pull on his hoodie and sneak your head out. Wow the smell was quite nice you thought but now you realise your hair was now ruined out of its bun. 

“Seriously! My hair!” You whine. 

Justin rolls his eyes at you. He pulls the hair tie out, letting your curls out, effortlessly framing your face. 

“Let’s go.” Justin starts walking. 

“Wait for me.” 

You run up to catch up to him, not caring about your hair anymore.

“What are you having?” 

You rack your eyes across the menu, not really knowing what to eat. You seriously were bad. You didn’t want to eat what you always eat, you wanted something ‘different.’ 

“What are you having?” You ask him back. 

He flicks the menu, pointing to what he wanted. 

“Yeah, i’ll just get that too. Minus the dessert.” 

Justin shuffles his eyes up at you with a ‘are you serious’ look. 

“What?!” you huff.

Before Justin you scold you again for being stupid, he spots Andrew with his friends. 

“What are you looking at?” 

Justin finally adverts his eyes back to you with a low cough, trying to not make it obvious. 

“We’ll just order now.”


“Is the food good?” 

“This is so cheesy, very yummy!” You say through a full mouth, your cheeks being hollowed out. 

Justin simply chuckles at you. 

“Good. you better finish it up.” 

“Why did you order two desserts. I hate you.” You glare at him. 

“Just eat it.” 

Justin was glad everything was going so smoothly, he would sometimes glance at Andrew and his crew. He was surprised Andrew hasn’t spotted them. From this distance, Andrew looked ‘happy.’ he didn’t even look like he was missing you at all. He was laughing, smiling and enjoying life. You on the other hand was crying yourself to sleep, drinking and a mess. The first few days were the worst. Now, after a month and a half, it was fine. But this did not mean you didn’t think or miss him. 

The two girls along with the two guys setted with Andrew all looked like scums. The brunette girl would glance back at Justin a couple of times. 

“So how college going?” 

You break Justin out of his own world. He shakes his attention back to you. 

“Good.” 

“Are you studying?” 

“What else would I be doing in my room.” 

He says as he chews harshly on his food, trying to ignore a ‘happy’ Andrew. 

“Is the business thing, actually working out?” 

“Yup,” He popps the ‘p.’ 

He suddenly meet eyes with Andrew. Andrew’s eye widen, recognizing Justin. Justin tries not to freak out as he sees Andrew and the brunette coming to them. He quickly reaches and harshly pull the hood on your head. 

“What the f-” 

“Justin was it?” You recognize the voice immediately. 

Andrew still hasn’t noticed Y/N, only seeing the back of her, besides your frame was fully covered by Justin’s large clothes. 

“Stop checking her out dude. Brianna thinks you’re a fucking creep.”

 Justin chuckles and cough, “girlfriend?” 

“No-” “Yes.” 

Both Andrew and Brianna cuts each other off. 

“Does fuck buddies consider a girlfriend?” Andrew huffs out at Brianna. 

Wow, Justin thinks to himself, he did feel bad for Brianna, she was a pretty girl, he was just glad Y/N was away from him. 

“What are you laughing at kid.” 

Andrew returns his attention to Justin. 

“Is this your fucking girlfriend? Aye? Nosy fucker.” 

Justin ignores the name calling. The neighbouring tables notice Andrew’s loud words, they all eye him out. Andrew gets a big angry at this now. Andrew sees Justin’s smirk and wants nothing but to punch him right now. 

“You fucking wank. You fucking took Y/N. Why does she even fuck with a small kid like you.” 

Y/N hears this. She stands up and faces Andrew. 

“Stop being so full of yourself, for once in your life. Why do you think everyone else is the problem, when you are the problem.” 

Andrew’s eyes fires up at the very situation, knowing this all too familiar. He knew how to win, you guys had been together for over one year. 

“What are you doing here. Are you seriously with that kid?” 

“So what if I am. Hes hundred times better than you.” 

Before you got so fired up, you walk out past to get some air, you didn’t want to start yelling and cause a scene. You could hear Andrew’s firing back at you with nasty words. You start to feel the tears approaching as the cool air blows across you. You miss him, you really do. You wanted nothing but to go back with him but seeing that he has moved on you couldn’t. Brianna was pretty, prettier than you, skinnier than you. You saw her fucking stomach in the crop top, flat as a pan. He was always into model like figures. He would always persuade you to wear little clothes, then he would always scold you for looking like a ‘pig’ in them. 

“Hey.” 

Justin’s quiet voice makes you turn around to face him. Justin sees the tears running down your face, the red nose and bloodshot eyes. 

“Aw, baby. Come here Y/N.” 

He hugs you, squeezing you, a hand at the back of your head, stuffing you on his shoulder, almost making you lose your breathe. 

“Uhhh-h, stop. Justin. can’t .breathe.”

“Good. Stop, crying like a baby then.” 

You start to push away, pushing your hands at his hard chest, he didn’t move at all. You begin to give up, eyes not in the mood in crying but in the mood of killing Justin! He moves away and holds your face tightly, squishing your cheeks together. 

“Are you finished crying little baby?” Justin titles his head, teasing you. 

You start to smack him repeatedly.

“You’re dead!”

Gilly and Uncle Mystogan.
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(She totally love and is loved by king Jellal hahaha)

*PLEASE THIS IS NOT MYST//WALKER/ OR JER//ZA CHILD.

(Just saying cause some people though Gilly was Erza in my last drawing and lol)

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Now with that… have the super cute child of Edo! Minerza and her uncle having a good story time about Earthland and Fairy tail! Mysto looks so proud hahaha also Gilly has an apple cause… yeah hahaha.

This will probably be a wip and then I’ll color it hahaha.

@sassyhazelowl i showed it to u but… look, they are wonderful hahaha

@h2jo who was sad to not seeing my art pwahaha

Some more Donnie sketches at last because every day is Donatello Day!

I think I finally figured it out.  The first one is all a fever dream Leo is having.  He wakes up in this world where everyone’s in gaudy clothing and Donnie’s the king.  Leo wakes up and interrogates the confused Donnie on where his coat went to.

In the Pokemon AU I talked about on my main/RP blog, Donnie starts with a Popplio.  This is right after she evolves into a Primarina after clearing Leo’s trial (defeating the Totem Oricorio).  Primarina shows her appreciation with some nose nuzzles.

Then we have the AU where Donnie gets the Aeon Crystal instead of April, and he’s completely overtaken by Za-Naron.  I’d say he’s a little more diabolical than April was, and he uses his heightened knowledge to steal some of Rockwell’s and April’s DNA to acquire his own psychic powers.  More to come as the AU develops.

Finally, my take on human!Donnie.  I kind of thought of him as Japanese/Caucasian mix, and Splinter’s adopted child.  I also imagined him with long hair because it seems to fit him.  This is part of a Reverse AU, where the Turtles are humans and their human allies are mutants (April is a turtle, Karai’s a snake, Chey’s a grey fox, and Renet’s a rabbit, etc.).  

I’ll have another one-shot up before long, and possibly post my Dark April fic here, too.

OK while I’m on the topic of ZADR I wanna know how y'all pronounce it? Because since the day I started shipping it, I’ve always said “Za-Dar” ( even tho theres no freaking ‘A’ in there but whatever ) but some people I’ve learned have said 'Zay-Der’ or just 'Z-A-D-R’ or instead of the acronym they go 'Zim and Dib Relationship’

How do you pronounce it? I wanna know bc after 7 years I just figured out that not everyone says “Za-Dar”

I liked how bascially everyone is saying Richonne is married and they said their vows in 7x12. I want to point out a parallel or how sweet things they say in ZA-world, but morbid in the real world. They’re both ~Richonne episodes~ too.

Michonne: You could’ve killed her. Carl: No, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Michonne: Were you playing some sort of game out there? Did you think that– Carl: No! Michonne: Then why? Carl: Because it should be someone who loved her, someone who’s family, and I– I’d do it for you. I would.
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Rick: We’re gonna fight them. That’s what happens next. And we’re gonna lose people, maybe a lot of them, maybe even each other. Even then, it’ll be worth it. When I thought that I can’t lose you. You asked me what kind of life we had just surrendering. It wasn’t – It wasn’t a life. What we did back there, what we’re doing now, making a future for Judith and for Glenn and Maggie’s baby, fighting the fight, that’s living.You showed me that.You can lose me.
Michonne: No.
Rick: Yes, you can. I can lose you. We can lose our friends, people we love.
It’s not about us anymore. It’s about a future. And if it’s me who doesn’t make it, you’re gonna have to lead the others forward because you’re the one who can.
Michonne: But how do you know? 

Rick: Because you led me here.

anonymous asked:

OCEAN MAN HAHAHAHA I'M CRYING!! 😂 best name ever. Calm my thirst please, can I have Jotaro's turn on hc's? 🎵

Ocean man~ take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand…

It’s me again~ there’s something I have to say before I answer: This is a Jotaro appreciation tmblr. AAAAND, as ZA RULES say, I write ONLY AND EXCLUSIVELY about this beautiful and marvelous man named Jotaro Kujo (and his wonderful stand). 

Ciaran, what does it mean?

It means this tmblr is for Jotaro thirst only (3taro, 4taro, 6taro, Star Platinum, etc.) No Jotaro x RandomJJBA!Character, no Joseph, no Jonathan, no Josuke, no Gappy, no Johnny, no Giorno, no Jolyne (well, this one maybe but only if someone asks for Dadtaro headcanons). 

Is that clear? I write this bc I got some no-Jotaro-related requests and… why? lmao. 

Anyway, lets go ahead!


☆ First of all I wanna say I find Jotaro to be demisexual… that being said lets continue. 

☆ This man can sometimes be like a rock, seriously. If he’s super busy there’s no possible way s/o is getting attention, no matter what they do. That’s something s/o needs to know, bc we all know Jotaro can always sometimes be an ass and he’ll definitely get pissed off if someone dares to bother him when he’s busy. He’s a prodigious marine biologist and he wants to keep it that way.  

☆ When he’s not that busy or not busy at all it will be easier for s/o to get his attention. He’s not a rock anymore and he finds needy s/o super cute and kinda hot. He likes to feel desired by them (even though he might say it’s annoying). 

☆ Jotaro’s turn on by excellence is when s/o licks or bites his earrings. It drives him crazy.

☆ He thinks it’s a bit strange, but at the same time he likes it, when s/o calls him Doctor Kujo.

☆ He kinda likes when s/o kisses or licks his birthmark.

☆ If s/o is shorter, he’d love it when they wear his sweater/coat or some of his clothes bc he secretly thinks they look extremely cute due the height difference.

☆ He’s not really into BDSM but the idea of immobilizing s/o while pounding them turns him on like +1000000% (and he’d definitely use Star Platinum instead of ropes for it). 

My brain is dry for now :( 

Stand Name:
「ZA ROOM」

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[PerplexedCam]

It took me like 3 weeks to finish this drawing of my stand. It used to be called 「Clockwork Orange」but my friend @racrox  ruined it by calling it ZA ROOM because to him I was being a pretentious Film Student. But that is beside the point.  It stuck and now it is THE ULTIMATE STAND. If you want to know more about its stupid attacks, go below.

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#16- Mile High Club (Purpose Tour)

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“I can’t believe we’re actually going to France!” I squeal at Justin as we walk through the airport, hand in hand.

“I told you I’d take you anywhere you want to go.” Justin says, kissing my hand before grinning at me.

“Yeah but I didn’t think you were serious!” I exclaim, Justin chuckling.

“Perks of having a rich boyfriend huh.” Kendall says, walking past us and I roll my eyes.

“Kendall go find a dick and sit on it, maybe you won’t be so uptight then.” I smile sarcastically, and she flips me the finger making me laugh.

“I can’t wait to explore.” I say as we reach the back of the airport and out the back doors where Justin’s private plane was waiting.

“I can’t wait to explore with you.” Justin says, kissing me gently on the lips and I smile up at him. He was so cute.

“Okay, I don’t mean to mess up this love thing y'all got going on but it’s time to board the plane.” Za says, Atifa shoving him in the shoulder.

I laugh at him, before sharing a knowing look with Atifa as we walked past them, boarding the plane.It was pretty late at night, so everyone was set on going to sleep.

“Man I’m dead tired.” Khalil says as he got comfortable in one of the single seats, his eyes already closing.

“Me too.” Kenny agrees, getting comfortable in another seat.

“Wanna go to the master bedroom?” Justin asks, and I shake my head.

“Let Za and Atifa get it, there’s no windows in there and I wanna see the views.” I grab his hand, leading him to the couch bed on the side of the plane near the back.

After getting myself comfortable, everyone besides Justin and I were asleep, and as tired as I was I couldn’t seem to sleep knowing that in hours id be in France.

“Babe.” Justin pulls me out of my thoughts, kissing my head and pulling me closer to him.

“Go to sleep.” He adds, and I smile.

“I caaaaant.” I say excitedly, turning around in his embrace.

“Fine, then let’s waste some time.” Justin smirks at me, before cupping my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine.

I kiss him back harder, a wave of desire sweeping over me as I feel his boner against my thigh.I bite my lip as Justin presses kisses on my neck, lips roaming until finding my sweet spot, making me moan and pull away.

“Justin!” I swat his arm, looking around nervously. It felt ten times hotter than it did a few minutes ago.

“What?” He tries to kiss my again but I pull back, giving him a look.

“Our friends are literally feet away from us! We can’t.” I state, even though I could feel how wet I had already become.

“Come on baby.” Justin pleads, scooting closer to me in the bed until his body is almost pressed against mine.

“We’ll be quiet. Plus, I know how badly you want this.” He smirks before slipping his hand in my shorts, a gasp falling from my lips as he rubs me through my panties.

“Shh, you have to be quiet Y/N.” Justin teases and if I wasn’t feeling so much pleasure I’d roll my eyes.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in France.“ He whispers in my ear and I whimper, all rational thoughts leaving my brain as I turn around in his embrace and kiss him again.

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Anyone could get into a fight, a street brawl in the middle of a lively night, uninvolved with the trade; what police would like to get organizations like his for, against the silence bought as a roof over it. That he adds liability to his clan, with his outings, is a lie, though it’s still a thorn in some peoples’ sides. 

Not that he is unknown, that the past has let him know that posted bail is at most a night away       in his case       even if the interrogation began fast, in the backseat of the police car. An hour, half of it the ride, and the bruises show; fist prints of the man who he punched back, and floored on concrete       though, he can’t have been too badly off, bundled into another patrol car.
It’s the foreign face across from him, that tears into the atmosphere created by the lamplight too bright for that late hour, the lull in the conversation. Inguramu…,  Shimada reads, slowly against the sheen on the badge, out loud