#bringinsexybackk69

[tokillamockingbird427]

Do you think Elias has a favorite son? And do you think it’s Keegan

I was going to say Riley but if he had to pick a human child.... Ajax. Keegan's too smthn between "creature" and "person" and thus belongs at the top and bottom of his own category simultaneously.

Oh but don't get me started on the secret angst that is both the boys half convinced the other is their fathers favorites for various reasons. That's a fun topic.

[bi-writes]

PLEASSEEE PLEASE OMG PRICES HEADSTRONG CONFIDENTLY BEAUTIFUL RUSSIAN WIFE AND GAZ’s YOUNGEST SISTER WHO JOHNNY IS DATING

YESSSSSSSSS

omg girl you want drama drama. like i'm imagining johnny trying to woo gaz's youngest sister...he's such a slut, fr, gaz would lose his mind. 😂

awwww but johnny is so sweet tho...he's just a man, can't fault him for his past. <3

[octopiys]

How are you my friend?

Hi hon!!! I'm doing okay, I've been wrapped up in a lot of stuff. I'm sorry I haven't been so active recently, as finals are coming up, I've started a new job, and then had to take a momentary break because a close family member of mine passed away, AND on top of that I started a new anti-anxiety/depressant medication that I'm still figuring out. I'm starting to get back into the swing of things, which is good but it's taking a bit longer than I expected it to.

I'm doing a lot better now in this moment, I miss you guys and I hope my momentary hiatus hasn't upset anyone!!

I hope you're doing well Aggy ily thank u for checking in on me <33 /p

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Prayin’ for you and your family, sugar

stay safe, stay clear minded and stay within your means

you got this, ain’t nothing gonna tear you down

I appreciate the kind words darlin <3

[stargirlrchive]

Anything. Keegan girlies ✊UNITE ✊

AHHH ok ok omw 😁

[queermentaldisaster]

Okay, I wanted to try my hand at one of these!

Picrew tag game! Make yourself using this picrew!

Here's mine!

Feel free not to participate to those I've tagged:

@fossilizedpr0tienpowder @forestshadow-wolf @bringinsexybackk69 @axelaxolotl09 @eiraeths @resident-idiot-simp @meowmeowriley @thejacketscloset @the-starry-raven @myriadblvck

(also you can participate even if you're not tagged! Go wild!!!! <3)

[lundenloves]

@bringinsexybackk69: can i please request dad simon with a boy? like yeah he has all his girls and then there's either the youngest or the oldest and it's his only son? i can just picture like the girls are jealous cause he gets new clothes not hand-me-downs, he gets to do his own sports with out his siblings, he gets to go shooting with the 141- just like totally sibling rivalry and fighting over who is dads favorite?!

youngest.

simon is over the fucking moon when he finds out it's a boy - he's one of them dads in american gender reveals who says “i think you're a girl but i need you to be a boy" 💀

instant attention all goes to this kid, because A) he actually knows how to do it now and B that's his boy. that's his fuckin lad.

the kid looks like you. boys look like their mums, girls look like their dads n all that but christ does he have simon's quietness.

a complete observer like his dad. will be in silence while the girls argue, quietly exchanging glances with simon who internally feels like fucking high-fiving himself for creating a kid who finally understands him.

however the clothes are admittedly down to you, you love buying shit. any excuse. and having a son instead of another girl gave you great reason. though you did go too far sometimes. credit card bills rocketed.

he gets his own room too. straight off the bat, fresh into this fucking world and he's got it all. or that's how your daughters seen it.

“how does he get everything."

“give him a fucking chance." mumbling something about how he's only a week old. the dad sigh strikes again.

him and simon fuck off together a lot. they'll be away camping somewhere, simon teaching this (probably half uninterested) kid how to do all the survival stuff since his girls were never interested.

and when he gets older, maybe around seventeen to eighteen he's so game for that stuff. realistically, was probably in the school cadets n all 💀

when he's able enough, he'll maybe tag along on a run with 141 or summat. this is an incredibly humbling experience to say the least, though uncle soap is there to make everything a laugh n slow the run. "boys, boys, give the lad a chance eh?"

gets into his dads routine of the gym in mornings too, simon watching his workout from a distance before giving him pointers - hands on hips before stepping back to see if he's doing it right or not.

although, simon does not let him apply to the army. all fun n games till it wants to happen isn't it padre?

probably applies behind simon's back ngl. resulting in a huge fuck off argument once a letter comes in stamped under british army branding under the kids name instead of his own. yikes.

classic son x father shouting match.

i’m probably going to get asked to write that now aren’t i? happily, gladly, don’t get me wrong. sorry i haven’t been writing much but i do enjoy talking to you lot in the inbox.

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[snootlestheangel]

We should do more gift giving

Like in general as a society

Especially with how fucking expensive things are these days, it's such a statement of how much you value/care about the other person.

Like today, my coworker got me a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine cause she knows our manager recently screwed me over, and she wanted to show she appreciates me. It was such a simple gesture but it meant so much to me.

But also I think everyone should always have a list of things they'd love to be gifted but would probably never be. Things they may be embarrassed to ask for (things they're told they shouldn't like for a variety of reasons), things that seem to serve no purpose, seemingly silly things that serve no purpose other than making the recipient giggle every time they see it.

Anyways, I'm in kind of a weird mood and I'm curious what everyone's weird gift wish list would be. No pressure tagging some folks

@stuffireadandenjoy @eiraeths @deeptrashwitch @bringinsexybackk69

[plague-of-rats]

this will be my only post for a while, and then I shall cease to exist again. (Sorry @bringinsexybackk69 )

aaaaanyway, I drew Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3!! As a Tarot Card!! Specifically The Star!!

Enjoy :)

This took around ~ 6 hours and 30 minutes xx

[the-starry-raven]

@bringinsexybackk69

Ma

Ma

Ma

I'm good boi :D

I could've sent this in an ask but I didn't wanna-

@forestshadow-wolf said I'm Alex, do you agree? 🎤

[bi-writes]

Lol please don’t judge me but what is baby trapping mean??

🫣

lol no judging. essentially it means manipulation that results in having a baby. so, someone tampering with their partner's birth control. poking holes in condoms. convincing during the act to let them finish inside. the trap is the baby since they are now forever tied together whether they want to be or not because of the baby they will now share.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hey I just wanted to come and check on you, sweet pea Hope everything is right as rain now

Not right as rain yet, but we’ll get there eventually <3

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Him and I

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Daryl and his wife get separated at the fall of the prison but both manage to escape with another member of their crowd. After the reader and Glenn find Abraham and their group, almost after accepting they'll never find the rest of their families, they stumble in to Terminus. Will they be reunited or will the current state of the world impede them once more?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, violence, swearing, mentions of loss, feeling of anxiety/dread.

A/n: This fic is directly based on a request (that tumblr ate) by @bringinsexybackk69! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get back to this, it's honestly just been so hard for me to write things that aren't blurbs and with the lack of TWD content, it's been dry over here. Thank you for your patience, I adore you! This is not entirely canon since my memory is faulty and I can't currently watch TWD so I'm going off of vibes and vague memory.

When we got to the prison, we thought it was going to be the end all, the place we could stay for as long as we chose to live, where we would raise children, form new bonds and relationships, just overall be safe and enjoy life.

But we thought the same thing about the farm and we all know what happened to that dream.

When the prison fell, I assumed that I would never see any of my family again, my closest friends, my husband. I woke up, alone, on the floor of the prison after Daryl shoved me in a cell and told me to stay put. It took nearly an hour for me to fight my way through walkers to get out into the air and that's when I saw the tanks and Hershel.

My heart broke.

When I found Glenn, I had a little bit of hope that we'd find people the longer we looked around the prison but the longer we looked, the less we found and the more dangerous it got. We were trapped and we couldn't wait around for people to show up. So we left.

"Glenn, where would Maggie go? If something happened, where would she go?" I ask Glenn frantically as we walk side by side, gun by gun, down the rural gravel path, my feet kicking frustratedly at stones with every step we take.

"I don't know, Y/n. We never thought we'd ever be away from each other ever again." Glenn is more frustrated than I am, jaw tense and fists clenched at his side. Without us, I'm convinced he wouldn't last, he's so emotional and gets so easily frustrated whereas I am the opposite.

Cool as a cucumber.

Just like Daryl taught me.

Daryl and I met at the farm.

I stumbled, quite literally, upon them with my arm bit and my whole body sore from carrying my own weight at least a mile or two. I'd say that our first impressions were kind and that we fell in love at first sight but it wasn't and we didn't. He, with the assistance of Hershel,  chopped my arm off to prevent the infection from spreading and inevitably saved my life.

We were all shocked to see that it worked.

Daryl would take care of me, bring me things from the forest like little flowers that he claimed to remind him so much of me even though he'd joke that I'm nothing like a flower. He'd bring me food while I was resting in bed, he'd offer to take me on walks- overall, he was an angel and it was hard not to fall in love with him.

He'd tell you that he fell in love with me when I nearly fell in the well three weeks after my amputation.

Don't ask.

We were inseparable from then on in. He was my right hand man (pun so much intended) and he taught me everything I needed to know. I learned how to hunt with one hand, cook, skin animals, fend for myself because he always wanted me to feel and be capable if anything were to ever happen to him.

He's the most selfless, kind hearted, protective man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

When the farm was overtaken by walkers and we had to run, it was the first thing to really test mine and Daryl's relationship but also to test my lack of two arms. It was difficult for me to keep up and it was even more frustrating for Daryl to take care of me while saving the asses of everyone else.

"Are you good?" Daryl asks me, spinning around on his bike to look back at me with a worried expression, brows tugged firmly together in fear. He checks me out once, doing a once over to make sure I'm a-okay and when I nod, he loosens up a bit.

"I'm okay. Just a little spooked." I'm trembling like a leaf against him and he finally steps off his bike and moves to wrap his arms around me without another word.

He holds me tightly to his chest, cradling my head as softly as he can as tears flow freely from my eyes, my arm aching in a phantom pain from all the stress of wishing I was more capable, wishing Daryl didn't need to take care of and comfort me all the time.

"I got you, okay? I'm here."

When we found the rest of the group and found the prison, it was like we were drawn to it. We had to clear it out, we had to make it our own, make it safe. We had a baby on the way, Lori was nearly due and with the loss of a few of our people, we needed to regroup and have a place where we could just be.

But it fell, it went to hell, like everywhere else had since the world fell.

When we Glenn and I escaped, it wasn't exactly a match made in Heaven. We weren't the most compatible to work together, always bickering and fighting over the stupidest shit and ruining plans, just like siblings.

But after days and days of walking and arguing, we found Abraham and it was as if everything just got better. It was no longer the two of us and, after all those years of not seeing him, it was strangely nice to be reunited with him on the road.

"Abe?" The ginger's head snaps around at my voice, turning away from his two friends with wide eyes, gaze locking on mine as I grin ridiculously, my feet carrying me towards him without another word.

"Well holy shit, where did you come from?" He chuckles heartily and I feel tears springing behind the lids of my eyes. "I missed you, kid."

Abraham and I were stationed together in the Middle East for too long, learning the ins and outs of each other and becoming true best friends. When we went home, we kept in touch but when the world fell, we became a background thought in each other's minds.

So the fact that we found each other, a state away from where we grew up, it's still remarkable to this day.

Glenn and I felt better once we were with a group of people, especially since we were genuinely going to kill each other had we been stuck, just the two of us, for any longer. It was nice to meet Rosita and get to know her interesting relationship with my old friend, their oddly sexual relationship keeping the rest of us up in the middle of the night.

It made me miss Daryl, meeting all these new people- I had no one to judge people with. Glenn was no fun and always played devil's advocate and Abraham was who I wanted to judge. Daryl would've gladly sat with me and made me laugh while pointing out Rosita and Abraham's obnoxious issues with PDA or making fun of Eugene's mannerisms and nerves around Rosita.

It was alienating, how much I missed him.

My other half.

"Glenn, I don't know why you think Maggie would go to some random, probably overran 'survivalist' camp. But I think we have a better bet just wandering around looking for them." Abraham looks at me with a funny look, reaching out to shove at my shoulder as an attempt to get me to lay off Glenn but I just shake my head. I lean over Glenn's shoulder, looking at the ominous note that 'Maggie' left him and I can see the hope written on Glenn's face.

"I just have a feeling, you have to go with me on this." Glenn spins around on his heels, holding the note up in his hands with a stern, hopeful smile. "She left me a damn note, Y/n." I look back at Abraham, Rosita and Eugene and they all give me a simple shrug which forces a complaint sigh out of me.

"What you say goes."

Terminus obviously was not what we thought it was, tossed into train cars like animals and expected to turn over our weapons. Abraham called bullshit first, not daring to turn in his weapon before asking a few more questions but it was those few more questions that got us thrown into our makeshift jail in the first place.

I had accepted at that point that I would never see him ever again, that Daryl and I would never be reunited and never spend the rest of our lives together like we so desperately wanted to. 

But when he stumbled into the train car two days later to my surprise, eyes falling on me and arms immediately tossing around me, it was shocking. I didn’t even think that he was real, the way his arms felt around me, after days of not having him near me- it was an out of body experience. 

“Are you really here?” I ask, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto the back of his shirt as if he’ll vanish from my grasp if I let him go even the slightest bit. He clings to me the same, hoisting me up into the air as I spot Abraham watching us with a proud smile on his lips that makes my stomach flutter with happy butterflies.

“I’m really here.” He whispers, rubbing my back soothingly as he sets me back down onto the floor, looking down at me with kind, protective eyes. “Fuck, I missed you.” His hands reach up, cupping my cheeks in his hands, ignoring the looks that everyone else in the car is giving us. “Where have you been?” He asks, finally taking a look around at the people around us with a relieved breath.

“With Glenn.” I huff, seeing Glenn, who has his arm around a relieved Maggie, sends me the finger from across the trai car.

“I’m so sorry.” Daryl mutters with a laugh, wrapping his arms around me again, tugging me to his chest with the plan of never letting me go.

“Never leave me alone again.” 

"What're you thinkin' about?" Daryl’s voice snaps me out of my memories, my head turning to look at him as he sets a hand on my shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. "I can see the smoke comin' out of your ears." He teases with a wink, sitting down beside me on the log that I’ve plopped on and I lean into him, letting him wrap an arm around my shoulders. 

"Thinking about when the prison fell. When we were apart."

"Why the hell're you thinking about that?" He asks, brows furrowing and a look of worry passes across his expression as he tugs me back into him, clinging to me once more just like the day that he found me. "Worst days of my life."

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[stargirlrchive]

are you in heathcare too???

yes and i love it but it also drives me crazy LMAO

[queermentaldisaster]

Vamp!Soap who refuses to feed on people, so he's supplied with blood bags. (Price and Laswell are the only two who know)

Vamp!Soap, who, after a rough mission, found himself stuck in a safehouse in the middle of the woods with Ghost. This safehouse is the one that hasn't had blood bags brought in yet, and comms aren't working.

Vamp!Soap who keeps trying to hunt animals to drink from (even though their blood tastes yucky, he doesn't like it) but keeps failing.

Human!Ghost who has no clue that Soap is a vampire.

Human!Ghost who has no idea why Soap's constantly getting paler and weaker despite constantly leaving the safehouse.

Human!Ghost who is running himself into the ground trying to get comms working so he can get Soap treatment.

Vamp!Soap who almost loses control so he has to tell Ghost and he's worried that Ghost will hate him or shun him.

Human!Ghost who realises how everything connects now and damn near tears Soap's head off for not telling him sooner, and gives him permission to feed on him.

Tags: @bringinsexybackk69 @forestshadow-wolf @resident-idiot-simp

[negativecharm]

thanks to the lovely @friendly-neighborhood-lich-queen for the tag~

i got Pearl:

abalone, perfume bottles, chandelier, tulle, balljoint dolls, satin, paint pallets, your essence is pearl. You strive for improvement and see yourself as the grandest project of all. You cultivate a home in what you do, your signature is unmistakeable, perfeclty you. You know what's best for others before they're even aware. You are the designer, you are the perfectionist. You find kin-ship in like minded individuals of wine, amaranth, ivory and rose, who also act with purpose.

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This was so fun<3

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