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i actually don't think it would've made sense for martyn to get the boogey task.
it was literally.. a boogey task. you know, the mechanic where greens and yellows were forced to kill against their wills? because it wasn't actually a zombie apocalypse, remember. not to mention it would've completely destroyed the enter gimmick of the typical red life tasks, which are meant to be fun creative new ways of hurting/killing. also, I think red tasks are set up the way they are in part to increase the survivability of red names, which was super important this session seeing as there was only one left.
also, we all saw how low gem got leading that army through several kills. she died eventually, and even if it was scar killing her accidentally, she was so low at that point it was guaranteed she was going to die for that task. if that was martyn, he wouldn't have even been able to go get a new red task and get some hearts back you know?
"martyn didn't get to do anything because of it!" that was also his choice though! he could've said hey, you guys are slaughtering people? awesome let me tag along. instead he made the decision to stay far away from that because he was very concerned about the way that was going. he purposefully excluded himself from that; there was no stipulation in the book saying "red names can't be involved or help you kill people". I'm not sure if martyn thought that was the case, but it certainly wasn't
idk, I think the fact that it was referred to as "the zombie apocalypse" all session made people forget they weren't actually zombies. they were boogeymen. that distinction matters a LOT
#i dont even want to address the “it was so forced” thing#as if that's not this seasons entire gimmick#theres an all powerful being forcing tasks upon them.. this isnt even the first clearly orchestrated task#no one had qualms with the wither + warden from session 6#but that was clearly very manufactured too#“everyone knew what it was!”#except they didn't though#not a single survivor ever spoke the exact wording of the book#almost all of them except joel werent even referring to it as boogeymen#but just “zombie apocalypse”#no one figured out the most recent infected had to participate in the kill for it to spread#idk! i think a cool mechanic from a past series was nodded at much like grians double life themed task#and people sort of took it the wrong way#secret life#trafficblr#ian yammers
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Ppl in 2020: if you like Minecraft YouTubers you should kill yourself NOWWWWW
Those same ppl now: so are you taking the chicken or the beef
#fae.txt#parkour civilization#this isn’t meant to be discoursey really I just think it’s funny lol#all lighthearted#anyway if parkour civilization was the first mcyt movie you’ve watched in a while you should check out slimecicle’s#200 days in a Minecraft zombie apocalypse video#OR#hardest Minecraft difficulty video#idk how similar they are bc I’ve only watched like 5 mins of parkour civilization but slimecicle’s Minecraft videos are sooo good
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mercy, mèrci
#c!tntduo#c!wilbur#c!quackity#dsmp#mcyt#dsmp fanart#tntduo halloween bingo#zombie au#cw blood#cw implied gore#in which c!wil gets infected and doesnt say anything. quackity finds out this fun fact when he has a mouthful of a screaming man's flesh#alternately: my babel tongue / my come-undone#tosses this like a grenade and runs away#hymndraws#i usually pride myself as a pedant regarding guns and their details but i had to wing this one#i just thought c!quackity would have a colt .44#character wise it would be an engraved colt peacemaker (single action army whatever from the 19th century) chambered in .45#realistically in a zombie apocalypse he just grabbed a colt anaconda (modern) from someones dead body#i could go on forever about the guns they'd have ngl
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[Day 157]
You're not one of us
#dddaily4sherin#smallishbeans#grian#zombiecleo#goodtimeswithscar#secret life spoilers#secret life#secret life smp#trafficblr#trafficsmp#Sorry I'm just obsessed with the idea that the boogeyman infection is the end infections gem got on her yellow skin don't mind me#Also ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE VIBES GO BRRRRRRRR#my art
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Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.
Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.
Plot Removed.
Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!
Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.
Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.
Just a phone call.
In 5 hours.
…
Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.
Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.
Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.
Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.
It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.
This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-
Assess the situation.
A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.
Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.
Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.
No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.
Dragging claw marks.
Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.
A trail of dirt.
Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.
Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.
He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.
As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.
In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-
No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.
Hope only brings heartbreak.
What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.
Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.
Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.
Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.
“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.
Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.
“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.
“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”
Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-
“Robin!”
Robin jerks to a stop.
Tim reached out his hand.
“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”
Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?
Hope only brings heartbreak.
His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.
His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.
“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”
A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.
“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”
Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.
#Hello Mr. Batwayne forgive me for waking you but I brought your Jaybin home#Tim: I’m not jumping to conclusions!#also Tim: Holy fuck it’s the zombie apocalypse we’re all going to die#I know it seems like Tim might have some bat detective training but really he just watches a lot of cop shows and asks ‘wwbd?’ all the time.#writing this is the first thing I did as soon as I turned 27.#this was my birthday present to myself ig#not a ship pls n thx#batfam fanfic#batman#dc robin#dcu#batman and robin#jason todd#tim drake#red hood#ficlet#batfam#jason todd and tim drake#robin#red robin#shut up grandpa#fanfiction#‘’JASON! JASON STOP! LOOK AT ME! look at me. please. this isn’t you’’ ass dialogue 🙄
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shuichi posting
#my art#fanart#strawberridraws#danganronpa#drv3#shuichi saihara#character design#don't ask me what possessed me to make this#(its the game grumps play through. the demons have officially returned)#all my aus and head canons bouncing around at maximum velocity rn..#technically this is part of my “the tragedy was real” au / towa kids au#but shuichi (in that au) was kinda just like#what he is on the tin#aka a nice dude taken under his uncles wing post parent death (tragedy) (they were on vacation and got caught up in one of the worst areas)#in my au its like. imagine a weather map with hotspots; that's how the tragedy worked#so shuichi lived in a less effected area but with the rise of infected people (like zombie apocalypse style) (and animorphs brain worm styl#as you cannot tell who is effected by despair and to what extent unless they choose to reveal themselves)#there was a hugeee uptick in crime and shit so he started working with his uncle early on#eventually his uncle went missing (I think its not super hammered out) and he went to investigate#which is when he runs into his like Gang of pregame ppl#(Kaito maki Kaede)#and later some others (towa kid gang [kokichi gang but with drv3 kids] island gang [angie kork n amami])#ANYWAYS its a thing...#ik its been like 3 years since I first posted about it but u can't control the brain worms ig#and I just wanted to do a redesign lmao
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Say You Won’t Let Go
No good deed goes unpunished
Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 2.1k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Zombie apocalypse (I like how I lied to both myself and y’all that there was ever gonna be a chance of it being another type of apocalypse), both John and Love are a little crazy which is to be expected re: zombie!au, more nausea, more pregnancy related discourse, zombie world building and the ramifications/implications of being pregnant in the apocalypse, the author is currently having A Thing about pepperoncinis, strong hints to the events that lead to Love being abandoned, etc etc etc
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Captain John Price of the SAS, it seems, has decided to keep you.
As a child your neighbors had an Australian Cattle Dog.
He reminds you of that dog. Keyed in on your every move, herding you about as he sees fit throughout the day.
Gets irritated just like that dog used to, if he finds you somewhere he thinks you shouldn’t be.
Being alone with a man you do not know goes against everything you were taught growing up. You, however, are not exactly spoiled for choice where company is concerned and are in no position to bite the hand willing to feed you. Especially when the hand in question hasn’t done anything untoward.
John provides security and stability, even if he fusses at you incessantly.
“Need to be eating more than that.”
Objectively you know he’s correct, but there’s fuck all to be done about it.
“I can’t. I’ll throw up.”
You learn the nausea card will stay his hand, not that you’re even overplaying it. The child you’re carrying likes to alternate between sitting on your bladder and your stomach between bouts of playing soccer with your ribcage. Not exactly making it easy on you to get (or keep down) the food you need to grow a liver or a pair of lungs, or whatever it is that you’re cooking in the final stretch of your pregnancy.
For the most part he leaves you be about the food if he sees you picking at something over the duration of the day.
You circle each other cautiously; circumstance and loneliness making you unwilling to avoid him, but also still having the good sense to be aware you’re dealing with a stranger for less than a full day.
He’s brash, obviously used to getting his way. You don’t know a ton about the military and can only assume that it comes with the territory. He’s used to barking orders and commanding a space. You’re not exactly in a position to buck against his hand- and it’s not like you really want to, anyway.
He gives you first pick of the food, your cravings deciding your meal for you.
Cravings in an apocalypse blow, by the way. It’s not like you can get the tandoori chicken from your favorite Indian place at 2 am just because the mood strikes.
“I would kill for a jar of pepperoncinis,” you mumble, mostly to yourself one night as you pick at your dinner. God you could fuck a jar of them up with how your mouth is watering just at the thought of them.
In fact, had the world not gone to hell in a handbasket you’d probably be doing something cruel and inhumane to a pile of them. Like dipping them into nutella. Wasn’t one of the joys of pregnancy appeasing your cravings with absolutely abominable food combinations?
You’re not exactly in fight or flight at this exact moment, but you are in survival mode. No luxury of door dashing random items.
“How much longer do you think you’ve got?” The captain asks one night over dinner.
“I’m not sure. I think any day now at this point.”
You feel like you’re all belly, something that’s compounded by his follow up question of “Only got the one in there?” which is honestly fair.
“Yes. The midwife said he just has an Olympic sized swimming pool to float around in.”
“Midwife would be handy to have given your state.”
The question is buried between the lines. Why are you here and not with her?
“She’s dead.”
That’s what started this whole mess, isn’t it? It’s not your fault she’s dead but her absence was the catalyst of your group abandoning you.
He pauses his own meal, looking at you momentarily. “Sorry to hear that.”
You don’t know what to say in reply.
It feels disingenuous to pretend her death impacted you more than it actually did. While you two had spent more time together as your pregnancy progressed, the conversations had stayed staunchly about the baby and changes to your body.
You weren’t friends. But she was kind and compassionate and seemed knowledgeable about what was happening to you.
It does make you nervous, though. Women have had babies unassisted for millenium, but women have also died in childbirth since the dawn of time. Certain cultures regarded a successful birth in the same vein as warriors returning home from battle.
Since he asked- in a roundabout way- about your group, you feel bold enough to ask about his.
“How’d you get separated from your group?”
“Got caught with our trousers down by a herd wandering through this area. We were overwhelmed and I ended up going through a window. Did a number on my leg, that seems to finally be healing.”
Herds is such a funny way to describe a roaming group of the undead.
Herds usually contain deer, or horses, or sheep. Something soft and doe eyed that you can pet. Something that has teeth, yes, but typically not interested in hurting you.
Packs would be the better descriptor in your opinion- but then no one had asked you, had they?
“Do you think they’re still in the area?”
“Not if they’ve got any fucking sense,” he grouses. “There’s a group of survivors up north we’ve been taking care of. Safe zone so to speak- about as safe as anything can be, at least. Came down for supplies as the area looked clear, but the truck broke down. Herd came through and mucked everything up.”
The prospect of another community- a safe zone- enraptures you.
You’re not stupid, even if a lapse of judgment and a too long dry spell breaking has landed you in your current predicament. You understand that you’re a bit of a ticking time bomb.
You live in a world where safety is no longer a guarantee. That too much noise, and too much attention drawn can be a death sentence.
So having a baby is a far riskier move these days than it was in the past. There’s so much that can go wrong. You can’t tell a baby to be quiet because a herd is passing through and if any of them hear, then you’ve signed everyone’s death warrant.
And that’s if you and your child don’t die in labor.
So you were understandably devastated but yielded to the group consensus to leave you behind.
But a safe zone?
You’ve been floating around in limbo since parting from your group. Understanding that your death is written on the walls, but unwilling to lay down and die without trying.
You feel something akin to hope fluttering in your belly- that maybe you and your child will survive. That there’s not a blade waiting to descend on you when your water breaks.
“Can you take me there? Are you trying to go back?”
John regards you for a moment, and you try to not squirm in apprehension.
“Would be a whole lot easier if I had a working vehicle,” he states. “Between my leg and your,” he pauses, spearing a bite of his food and making a vague gesture at you as he chews, “current condition, walking that far isn’t a good idea.”
Right. Because you’re a ticking time bomb who might pop in the next hour, next week, or next day and there’s absolutely no way to know until it happens. Hence why you were trolling through a neighborhood looking for somewhere safe to bed down until you have your baby.
Talk about caught with your pants down if your water breaks trying to traverse a substantial distance. But then traveling with a newborn puts another target on your back, doesn’t it? How long until you’re comfortable with how fussy your baby is and you become confident you can read his cues? That’s a hell of a dice to roll.
“If I can find a working radio I can call my team. Or something I can drive.”
“I’m good with tech,” you volunteer. “Even if the radio doesn’t work- maybe I can make it work.”
You’ve always been someone who takes pride in your work, but working in tech in a post-collapse society has rendered your knowledge useless when traveling with a nomadic group just trying to make things work day by day.
So you’ve been feeling like a bit of a lame duck lately, even though you know logically that’s not being particularly fair to your circumstances. You’ve been forced to learn more pragmatic skills (at least, for the zombie apocalypse) but having to learn them on the fly with threats constantly looming over you doesn’t exactly provide a safe place to fail while you get over a learning curve.
Obviously close combat isn’t ideal in your situation. Guns draw too much attention with the noise. Maybe you can find a bow and practice with it.
So you jump at the opportunity to show that you might be able to pull your own weight. That you’re more than a fragile time bomb waiting for the counter to hit zero.
“I’ll keep that in mind if I find a broken one, then,” he appeases, although you can’t get enough of a read on him to know if he’s just placating you.
It’s a bit after dinner and the sun setting that John decides it’s time to herd you up to bed. “Right then, time to get you back upstairs.”
It’s only been two days now but it doesn’t take a genius to realize he’s got a thing about you and the stairs.
Someone like him is likely used to preparing for the worst case scenario in every situation. Lord knows what sort of horrors he’s thought up of you losing your balance going up or down, but he’d chewed on you pretty good earlier in the day when you’d tried to go up them without him to get something out of your bag.
Lesson learned- no traversing the stairs unattended.
Given that you are perpetually exhausted at this point, you can’t see the value in arguing that you don’t need your sleep schedule dictated to you. Left to your own devices you likely would have begun nodding off on the couch.
Even with your group, while there’d be assigned watch times, there wasn’t an enforced bedtime. Everyone’s adults- you were expected to handle your shit and be ready to move when it’s time to go.
So you nod along and let him guide you up.
John is magnanimous about the resources in the house, letting you be uncontested for the bathroom upstairs. You don’t understand how plumbing works but you can’t even bring yourself to complain about the cold water as you clean yourself.
There is a chair in “your” room, and the first night you placed it under the doorknob so that should John get any suspicious ideas, at least you’d be awake for your grizzy demise.
The doorknob never so much as turned, and you’ve been at his mercy long enough you decide if he was going to do anything unhinged, he’d have done it by now.
You are snuggled into your bed- which might as well be a luxurious thing with a 600 thread count for all you can care right now, even though it’s most assuredly not- and hear the sound of John’s door closing across the hall, and are out like a light before you can even process the noise and assume that he’s down for the count for tonight just like you are.
Come morning- after you’re finished in the bathroom and are greeted in the hall by John waiting for you- you realize that John was not squirreled away in his own room last night. He leads you down the stairs- insists on being between you and the bottom of the stairwell.
There’s a jar of pepperoncini peppers, a container of prenatal vitamins, and a pack of preggie pops which claims to be a pregnancy safe anti nausea candy.
The logical side of your brain should be floored that this veritable stranger has paid more attention to your needs (and yes you’re going to go ahead and count the pepperoncinis down as a need) in a day and a half than certain exes had during the entire run of your relationships with them.
A thank you would be appropriate given the situation.
Unfortunately, however, your hormone addled “I've been fending for myself after being abandoned, and I'm still emotionally fried” brain has been the one calling the shots lately, so instead what comes out is “You left me last night.”
#john price x reader#price x you#pregnant!reader#john x love#zombie au#post apocalypse#lmfao I can just imagine john being all puffed up and oh so proud of himself and then Love is just like ‘you motherfucker D:’ and he’s all#my writing
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I would like to preface this post by saying I am fully aware of how incredibly stupid this is
First post
#just because it’s stupid doesn’t mean I don’t care for it#cradles this au in my arms like a child#give chili a rifle!! who’s with me!! who’s with me#bluey#tlou#bluey cartoon#bluey heeler#bandit heeler#chili heeler#chilli heeler#bingo heeler#bluey art#tlou au#art#artwork#zombie apocalypse#zombie apocolypse au#Quotidianish
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Metamorphosis of Enigma AU (or simply Infection AU)
Scarab and Prismo is office workers who don't get along. But now, they must learn to trust each other if they want to survive. The infected are simply called TEETH
#i know mlp fandom got that infection au going on#and my zombie apocalypse/survival loving brain just went into a hyper mode#my art#scarab the god auditor#prismo x scarab#scarab fionna and cake#scarab adventure time#the scarab#prismo the wishmaster#prismo fionna and cake#prismo adventure time#prohibitedwish#human prismo#human scarab#sort of#Metamorphosis of Enigma AU
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If I had to guess, I think Callum will immediately fly for Katolis in season 7, but if he is there for Runaan's fuller debrief...
Rayla: So... when I said Ethari was waiting for you, what I meant was, he thinks you're dead and has for the past two years.
Runaan: *pulling on literally the first shirt he can find and scrambling east toward the Silvergrove*
Rayla: ...And I'm Ghosted, and if you try to go home you may be too.
Runaan: *stares at her in horror*
Rayla: But we're not alone! We have Callum! He saved you! He's a ~mage~
(Runaan has not gotten the memo on humans and magic. Callum is also dressed exactly like Viren, and, to Runaan's eyes, looks just like the man who tortured and imprisoned him. Runaan is one wrong move away from snapping)
Callum: Hi, we've met. ...When you broke into our castle... to kill my family...
Runaan:
Callum: Also I pawned your husband's wedding ring and accidentally killed your dog. Is this a bad time to tell you I'm dating your daughter?
Runaan (holding it together only through years of honed self-control): *turns stiffly and walks into the trees. Moments later a flock of birds fly out, disturbed by a completely unrelated scream that rings through the woods*
#I know the moon opal necklaces aren't their wedding rings and Callum certainly isn't responsible for the poor moonstrider's death#I just thought it'd be funnier this way 😄#poor runaan#he hasn't even heard about the zombie apocalypse#the dragon prince#tdp#runaan#rayla#callum#moonfam#tdp season 6 spoilers#tdp season 7 speculation
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Ok but I legitimately will never understand this
Like bye
#accurate#relatable#true dat#apocalypse#zombie apocalypse#end of the world#the last of us#cordyceps#the last of us hbo#joel miller#ellie williams#ellie tlou#joel tlou#pedro pascal#bella ramsey#hbo#videogame#tv show#idk#just a thought#the last of us video game#personal#survival#beldro ramscal#zombie#post apocalyptic#apocalypse zombie
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Carl Grimes. The Walking Dead (2010).
#angsty carl? yes#ignore thom yorke#i just think hes so radiohead#haunting the narrative moment#moodboard#aesthetic#moodboard request#carl grimes moodboard#carl grimes#mitski#the walking dead moodboard#the walking dead#twd moodboard#twd#carl grimes x reader#zombie apocalypse#apocalypse moodboard#apocalypse aesthetic#apocalypse
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Rick grimes is a romcom girlie forced into a zombie show
#he just wants a meet cute but instead he’s running for his life with one hand#save him :(#desperate times (a zombie apocalypse) call for desperate measures (writing ff about you and ur wife)#twd towl#towl#richonne#rick grimes#michonne#twd
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another_day_at_the_AAAAAAffice
#happy halloween!#i have no idea what costume to wear for the party this weekend#i'm thinking of 'zombie apocalypse survivor' which is just me in my most holey clothes + knife + fake blood#i'm low on money!
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Reacting Sing: Thriller (spoilers, obviously) Pt. 2
That can't possibly be all that-
Bad. Nevermind then. That's fucking horrifying.
Johnny immediately running to catch up with Meena and Gunter and walk with them is adorable.
Clay knows how to decorate, damn. That is a ton of jack o lanterns.
Ah my favourite totally innocent, not at all horrifying rapidly moving neon slime! I'm so glad it made it to the party. And no Buster, the lack of other guests isn't weird I'm sure, just don't look in any direction but the house.
Also, Ash running to the door to tell Clay they're there really excitedly is so cute I swear. She literally bouncing up and down.
Prankster Clay Canon!!!!
SING WTF WITH THE JUMPSCARE THAT WAS HORRIFYING
Buster won 'Were's the other party guests!" Buster gets: a zombie outbreak!
Gunter, be so fr rn, is a zombie apocalypse anyone's type of party??? Cause if you know someone who says it is, r u n.
ZOMBIE RYNNY!!! CALLED IT!!!
Also Clay just watching over the horde is so cool. Like he's the one controlling them due to the music being played at his house or something.
Okay, Buster has zero survival instincts, Mrs. Crawly had to grab his hand and tell him to run. She would 1000% be the last one standing in an actual horror movie at this point.
Close up of Zombie Ryan!
See this is why I don't go to parties.
BUSTER YOU ARE IN A HORROR SCENARIO. BUSTER NO. BUSTER DONT SAY THAT!!!!
And this is why we don't say that. Damn, karma didn't even wait ten whole seconds.
🎶And it was only just a dreammmm🎶
Damn it, does this mean Zombies are canon now?
#rosita is gonna show back up for work and its just the zombie apocalypse#also rynny as zombies!!!! i called it!!!#ryan looked like he was singing at certain parts too!#prankster clay being canon was the halloween gift we needed#also johnny and meenas convos with their parents after all this#“hey kid how was work and the party you have fun?”#“Yeah it was great! The show went perfect the audiance loved us we got turned into zombies-”#“YOU GOT WHAT”#sing#sing 2#sing johnny#sing buster#sing ryan#sing ash#sing nooshy#sing meena#sing mrs crawly#sing gunter#sing 2016#sing 2021
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Whose idea was the spit string?
How does one simply carry on with their day after this scene wraps?
How'd they get this to look so natural?
So many unknowns, so many questions, but one thing I do know: Michonne is the best Rick has ever had...in every way.
#still stuck here months later#mind altering#mind bending#richonne#michonne grimes#danai gurira#michonne#richonne fandom#rick and michonne#twd michonne#michonne x rick#rick grimes#grimes family#twd rick grimes#twd michonne grimes#theyre insane#thats why she's queen#twd queen#queen of the zombie apocalypse#queen of TWDU#just cant move on from here#i need counseling after this#i have so many questions
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