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Josh hadn’t meant to walk in on what Carly was doing. If he was being honest, that was the last thing he had have wanted to see Carly do, unless he was looking down at himself. But nope, there she was, on her knees and everything. And it was for some guy he didn’t even know.

He had just been coming to show Carly an awesome new video game that he had got. It was one where they could dance together and everything; Just Dance 2015. He was so excited about it, too, and he had thought Carly would’ve been as well. But instead of being greeted with smiles and a nice greeting, he was met with Carly sucking a dick - NOT HIS - and her raising her voice at him.

So, he did all that he could think of; apologize.

                            “ C-Carly !! Shit, I’m sorry.                   I didn’t- I thought you- I’m just gonna go. “

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corralgrimes replied to your post “[[MOR] everyone else gets to have five hundred thousand excuses for...”

!!!!!! i see this from other mentally ill ppl and as someone who also has mental illness i do not understand it?? like i mean ig it comes from a place of not wanting to be represented by a character like josh, but sometimes i do things that i (con)

corralgrimes replied to your post:[[MOR] everyone else gets to have five hundred...

 would NOT do if i was NOT mentally ill, and that’s how i feel about josh tbh. like mental illness can lead you to do things you would not do if you did not have it, end of story. if he was being treated properly then ya might not have an excuse then

I feel like it’s a mixture of things. Like. It’s the same rhetoric that’s thrown around for characters like Loki or something, who do HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE things and people use his sad past and potential mental illness as an excuse. But like... Not only is Josh mentally ill IN CANON (not just kind of retroactively made that way by fandom to make him more sympathetic or whatever), he just did stuff that showed extremely poor judgement within a culture of somewhat mean-spirited pranks that he and his friends constantly pulled on each other. Some of it was super dangerous and COULD’VE got someone hurt, and that shouldn’t be ignored, but... That the Wendigo stuff happened is completely unrelated, but he gets the blame for that too somehow? How the fuck could have have foreseen that???

Also I feel like part of it is, y’know, something that I can sympathize with having dealt with a lot of mental health stuff myself. That it’s super uncomfortable to think that I could have a bad turn in my life and get in that deep. It’s easier to say Josh somehow deserved it, and that is accountable for all of it. But like... that line of reasoning is really awful and I don’t see how it’s helpful at all.

and ugh i just wish this aspect of fandom would go away so i could stop being so upset in a fandom i otherwise really enjoy

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corralgrimes replied to your post “Hc tho that daryl has burnmarks scattered on his pelvis and thighs...”

i had to lay down for a minute after reading this i love u i love daryl ouch

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what if shane never shaved his head and it was just a beautiful dream and he actually just rubbed his hair right off

STRONG POSSIBILITY

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003: Carl & Daryl Series. corralgrimes

                                  → Carl did cook for them some dehydrated noodles he found with a few spices. Sitting next to Daryl at the table as they ate in silence. His feet kicking back and forth a bit, his mood having improved since his and Daryl’s cuddling fest. Daryl eating in silence but not quietly, slurping and shoving the food into his mouth which made Carl raise his brow. “-- that’s disgusting.” He tells him, motioning with his fork. The older man looked to him and purposely slurped louder, “-- gross.” Carl said and leaned back in his chair face crunched up. Though he was smiling, shaking his head before going back to eating. 

                                 Though blue hues didn’t say way from the other for long, no they darted to look at Daryl when he wasn’t looking at him. He was pretty sure he never really looked at Daryl before. But he was looking now, even though Daryl’s hair was growing out long now. The dark strands covering up most of his face which didn’t seem right to Carl for some reason. Without thinking he sat up in his seat and leaned over to tuck the hair behind his ear, Daryl’s hand coming to curl around Carl wrist however, dark blue looking to him with a frown. Though Carl just smiled, “-- much better.” He says softly. “-- stop.” Daryl says but his voice held to malice or actual want for the boy to stop. “-- whatever.” Carl hummed and pulled his wrist through Daryl’s hold and sat back. Both of then quietly finished eating. 

                                Carl then stood and grabbed their bowls putting them in the sink, “-- we should see if we can find more food and water in the other houses.” He then says turning back to look at Daryl who had pushed the other half of his hair behind his ears. Letting out a small breath he looked at the older man for a moment, leaning back against the counter. “--huh.” He says which would have been followed by more words but Daryl was standing up and cutting him off. “-- we also need ta’ secure the doors and windows better if we’re gonna’ stay here a bit longer.” Nodding Carl pushed off the counter and moved to pull his gun from his holster to see how many bullets he had. 

                             “-- fine then I’ll go look for food and you stay here and you secure the doors.” Carl says pulling the mag out counting six rounds. “-- or we can do it together.” With a huff Carl looked up to Daryl as he shoved them back into the gun and heard it click. “-- we’ll get more done if we split up.” He offers in a slightly irritated tone. Daryl pressed his lips together, “-- besides you’ve seen it out there, it a ghost town.” “-- ‘cept the ones hiding in the shed outside.” “-- then I won’t go near any sheds, I’ll be fine.” 

                                Silence passes between them, “-- ya’ don’ go no further then three houses down, then ya’ head right back or I’ll come lookin’.” Carl smiles knowing he won and tucks his gun back into his holster. “-- thank you.” Daryl shakes his head and sighs, as Carl walks over to him and takes his hand. His feeling so small in Daryl’s, fingers curling so he could give it a squeeze before he was letting him go ad heading back upstairs to get his hat. And grab a backpack from the kids room, dumping out old school books.

                            Daryl rubs his temples before grabbing his crossbow and heading to the front door so he could  look outside, it seemed quite out there and he certainly fucking hoped it was. He didn’t think he would survive the guilt of letting Carl go of on his own and he got hurt. He then turns to look around for tools that might be in the house, maybe he could add extra locks to the doors and maybe get up a small fence. He finds a small tool box but figured the bigger shit might be out in the shed where he killed the walkers. Heading out onto the porch he looks around again, sighing and moving to sit. 

                        Carl practically jumps down the stairs and heads out the open door to see Daryl outside. “-- I’m going.” He says and starts to make his way down the steps, “-- remember not anymore then three houses down Carl.” Carl give a  thumbs up but doesn’t turn back, “-- yeah, yeah or you will come kick my ass. I’ll be careful.” Daryl watches him leave with a frown, having to fight himself from following after. He wouldn’t be gone long, just three houses down he tries to reassure himself. 

                         Carl was at the second house and still it was quite, the door was lock so he shimmied his way into through an open window. His bag was half way full and if he was lucky he wouldn’t have to go to the third house. It was liberating to be out on his own, helping, doing what needed to be done. But another part of him wished Daryl was there, not that he would ever admit that out loud. Making  his way to the kitchen he checked the cabinets, finding a few thing that seemed good and not to far past the expression date along with a few bottles of water. He filled up his bag and sighed rubbing forehead, which was sweaty from the heat. 

                            A shuffle came from behind him and he thought it was Daryl, “-- c’mon I wasn’t even gone th-”Upon turning around Carl came face to face with a walker. It snapped his jaws and reached out or him. “-- s-shit.” He tried to grab for his gun but it got stuck and fell out of his hands. Before he could reach for it the walker was on him, hands grabbing at his arm which caused his shirt to tare. Pushing it away he turned to run around the kitchen to try and put some space between them, so he could think. It snarled and snapped it’s jaws at him once more. He looked around but couldn’t find anything that he could use to kill it.

                          Turning his back he saw the back door in the kitchen and tried to get out that way. It was locked and there wasn’t enough time to get it unlocked, panic and started to fill him to the point there where hot tears falling down his cheeks. The snapping get’s closer to him so he makes a b-line for the next door which only lead into a walk-in pantry room. He turns, tripping with his hand on he doorknob trying to get it shut. Though the dead thing wedged itself between it, make Carl try to kick it away but all it did was grab for his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath and choked out a small, “-- Daryl.” Before his foot found perch on the wall he he held the doorknob with both hands.  Tugging as hard as he could, seeing the flesh fall from it as he tugged harder. Trying to crush it between the door and the door frame. 

                            It would have worked to if the doorknob hadn’t broken off. “-- no, no, no.” Carl choked out as it fell on him, hands wildly reaching out to try and grab for something, anything. But found nothing, soon he needed to bring his hands back so he could try and push it’s head up so he could keep its mouth away from him. This couldn’t be it, he didn’t survive everything to just die in a pantry, with Daryl waiting for him to come back. He used his foot that still planted on the wall to kick off it so he could roll them over, sitting on top of it. He punched it in the head, over and over, thinking about all he lost to them. He was angry and still crying as he punched, thinking about his dad and his sister. He didn’t stop hitting until its head caved in and his hand was covered with blood, his face and shirt and pants covered and smeared it it as well. 

                             He huffed a breath and moved back away from it, letting out a ragged breath he curled up and cried. “-- I win.” He huffed out sniffing and letting out another breath. Looking to one more before he moved to stand up. his backpack was still on him, and he felt pain in his back from where it dug into his skin. He reached for his hat and placed it back on his head before sighing . He stepped over the walker and slid slightly in it’s blood. Grabbing his gun off the floor before heading towards the front door and leaving. Dried tears on his cheeks and tiny smile on his lips. 

                                                                     He won. 

                        Making his way back up the block he was quite and still holding his gun in hand. The sun was starting to set as he walked up the front steps, sad not to see Daryl outside. A bloody hand comes up to knock on the door, “-- Daryl.” His voice was small and horse. Licking at his lip as he waited, though he didn’t have to wait long. There he was, opening the door and looking at Carl with shock on his features. Which Carl could actually make out as Daryl hand pulled his hair back into a pony tail. It was that for him? Because he said something. The thought made a small sob rock his throat. 

                                                                                “-- Daryl.” 

                      Daryl tugged the smaller male inside as Carl dropped the book bag on the floor along with his gun. Turning around and didn’t have time to say anything as Daryl was now tugging him off the ground and hugging him desperately. Sniffing Carl curled into him, arms wrapped around his neck as a sense of safety washed over him. It made his chest clench and his limbs tingle.“-- we do things together from now on.” Carl says and closes his eyes burying his face into the older mans neck. Feet dangling as Daryl nodded, still holding him up. 

                                 “-- together.” 

Continued in 004 ♥

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seems to be the common factor between my friendly neighbourhood anons tbh ._. like I know it seems like it but I don't just rp for ships, like, I don't mind when people don't write with me bc real life is a thing and I am a nerd on the Internet, but seriously, don't hurt my buddies because if I ship with someone I am 100% comfortable with them in and out of character.

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corralgrimes replied to your post:corralgrimes replied to your post:[[MO happy...

I ACCEPT THIS POSITION WITH H O N O R

AND SO IT SHALL BE DEEMED FROM JULY 10, 2015 @ 11.57 PM YOU ARE NOW PRECIOUS PUNKIN SEED AND I AM ATTRACTIVE LITTLE FLAX SEED.

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[text]: i had a lot of fun the other night. maybe we could do it again except this time i’ll order us pizza and maybe we can end the night with a kiss

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corralgrimes replied to your post “Yknow that post ‘why is sex seen as the ultimate way of showing...”

pls

imagine him coming to carl just

do u think ur daddy would like this one -holds out rock-

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1. I HAVE GREAT HAIR.2. I’m a good judge of character??3. I'M FUNNY AS SHIT4. I'M A GREAT FRIEND5.  I'M A GREAT WRITER (debatable tbh) 

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Tonight on Negan’s Burn Book: Carl Grimes

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carllie - ( you deserve better; ) - corralgrimes

Who would throw the other in the pool:

Both - Depending on who is more alert, or who is in the more playful mood, or simply who is closest to the water’s edge, it could be either of the boys, though it is more likely to be Carl because he is a little shit.

Who is the better carer when the other is sick:

Carl - Ollie can be so grumpy when he’s ill, he becomes exhausted, cranky and snappy, and yet Carl seems to be able to see past that and care about Oliver as much as any other time. 

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them:

Neither - Seriously? Do you honestly think that either of them do regular sport? They are even less likely to do any form of extreme sport.

Who would cook the better romantic dinner:

Ollie - Carl is used to cooking for when his father comes home from work, so whenever Ollie is at home before Carl he will do his best to take the duty of cooking off his hands for one night at least. 

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room:

Carl - In Oliver’s house, blankets stay on the beds and the living room is a ‘family place’, so any blanket fort activity will be going on at the Grimes Residence. And due to Ollie’s overbearing father, Carl sees it as a relief to build a fort and invite Oliver over.

Who would have the best holiday ideas:

Ollie - Carl doesn’t like leaving his dad and Judith, especially after the divorce, but Ollie still manages to drag Carl away for at least a weekend or three days at the very most, and he tries to make it interesting while doing so. 

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own:

Ollie - After his father’s rage became too much, Ollie moved out, due to the insistence of Carl and Rick, and moved in with the Grimes temporarily, and Carl has a lot of stuff, and clearing out a single drawer was difficult enough, and a lot of Oliver’s clothes remain on hangers and in bags scattered around Carl’s bedroom.

spollie - ( home to me; ) - aranexlus​

Who would throw the other in the pool:

Peter - Really? Ollie could not lift Peter, never mind actually throw him. 

Who is the better carer when the other is sick:

Ollie - Peter doesn’t accept that Superheroes are allowed to have sick days, but Ollie will under no circumstance permit him to leave the house, killing him with kindness and running his fingers through the older boy’s hair until he is too sleepy to move.

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them:

Peter - Ollie is the least intimidating and capable person that Peter knows, and he thinks that if Ollie were to partake in some form of extreme sport, he would at least have the opportunity to run away or put up some form of resistance.  

Who would cook the better romantic dinner:

Peter - Disappearing almost every night and cutting Ollie off at the last minute for most of their plans is a perfect excuse for the younger to guilt trip Peter. 

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room:

Both - Come on these dorks live in a blanket fort, and Ollie refuses to take it down because life doesn’t get much better than cuddling with Peter and watching Netflix and he thinks that the only way that is going to continue is if the fort remains intact.

Who would have the best holiday ideas:

Ollie - With Peter determined to be in superhero mode at every opportunity, finding the time to go on holiday is certainly difficult to say the least, but Ollie tries at least once a year, perhaps when the drug dealers are quiet or robberies are at a low.

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own:

Neither - Both are pretty equal in terms of personal items, neither having more or less than the other, and there was no need for rearranging or cleaning-out.

dollie - ( smoke and mirrors; ) - smoketxstic

Who would throw the other in the pool:

Delsin - Not only is Delsin stronger and more powerful than Ollie, he is also a piece of shit that thinks people who would rather lay in the sun with a book are boring. Although, once they are in the pool, Ollie spends most of his time trying to dunk Delsin’s head under, constantly splashing him and making him regret throwing the smaller into the water.

Who is the better carer when the other is sick:

Ollie - Even though he pretends not to care at first, Ollie can’t say no to Delsin when he truly is sick. He spends hours sat by his side, running his hands through Delsin’s hair and watching whatever dumb movie the Akomish conduit wanted to submit Oliver to. Red nose and droopy eyed Delsin is Ollie’s weakness, while whenever Ollie is ill, Delsin prefers to just let the younger sleep.

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them:

Delsin - Parkour is an extreme sport right? And when Delsin was putting Ollie through his conduit training, parkour came under the need-to-know along with basic stamina and agility training. And even since passing beyond their teacher-protégé relationship, Delsin still drags Ollie up to Seattle’s rooftops, even if it is just to fuel the older conduit’s ego. 

Who would cook the better romantic dinner:

Ollie - Let’s face it, romance isn’t Delsin’s strong suit. Morning-After breakfasts, they are more of the Akomish man’s speciality, however Oliver can do romantic, if nothing else. Ollie can’t trust Delsin with candles, let alone a dinner.

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room:

Both - These boys are the farthest thing from adulthood as humanly possible, so it isn’t out of the ordinary for them to pull the sheets from their bed and drape them around the living-room, creating a den of sorts with the inclusion of the TV and fluffy blankets, topped off with fairy lights. The pair could spend days sleeping downstairs, only leaving their fortress for the necessities and fresh air.

Who would have the best holiday ideas:

Delsin - Ollie is still frightened to leave the couple’s hotel room, never mind the country, or even the state. Although, Delsin manages with little-to-no difficulty to get the younger excited about a weekend away in New York or a fortnights stay in Hawaii. 

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own:

Ollie - Since Ollie is the escaped convict and Delsin is the one with the Hotel room, Ollie has to move in with Delsin, rather than the other way around, althought neither of the boys have enough stuff to move around, although nevertheless, Ollie still moved whatever he had into the spare drawers in Delsin’s wardrobe.