#meet the grimes

[restesdelune]

****Meet the Grimes****

A second chance & heartbreak

A new life on the road

A united front

A well deserved reunion

What a family ❤️‍🔥

The Last Grimes

Some context before a rant:

I can’t believe some people still exclude Michonne and RJ from the Grimes family. I saw an old post with Judith tagged as #TheLastGrimes, and a recent one claiming Michonne wasn’t Judy’s mother? I beg your pardon? (yes, it was on twitter).

Since the early days on the mothership, TWDU fandom has been so oblivious to racist bias and tropes, to the point of marginalizing Michonne fucking Grimes from her own family, the hero, supermom and wife, who *actually* raised "the last Grimes" mind you!

We really don’t respect Black women, their labour, their love and loyalty, neither irl nor in fiction.

This shows up everyday in very real ways in our lives. Whether for Black girls, gals, wives, girlfriends, single mothers, baby mamas, widows and their children. Whether they gave birth to their children or not, whether they’re mixed or not, Black motherhood is systematically denigrated. I wouldn’t recommend to anyone who doesn’t see how disastrous these optics are to engage with this.

The disrespect of Black women, the erasure of mixed children, claiming ownership of kids one didn’t raise, minimizing the bonds of a new family... See, I don’t fuck with that bs and it will be read as anti-Blackness and misogynoir on my part. People can argue with a wall.

The Grimes all chose each other, went to hell, and only some came back. A lot of us wanted nothing more than to see them reunited and finally at peace, and we did. Such canon is too much for some. Not for me. It was well-earned, by the characters as well as by the audience, and so refreshing in such cynical times. On one hand, I wish I could see more of them, on the other, I’d rather not have anyone mess it up (shout out to our TOWL S2 truthers out there though ^^).

I honestly pity those who’ve imprisoned themselves in blood lineages and narrow 'legitimate' families, unable to grasp the gifts of community and found family in a freaking post apo zombie show. That must honestly be depressing in deed...

Whether we are called dramatic or aggressive, Richonners will keep calling this out, especially Black women who don’t even need to do anything to deserve those exhausted epithets in everyday life. We see the double standards, we see the fans defending their buddies’ racist takes, we see the apparently infinite plausible deniability and benefit of the doubt afforded to some, never to others. It's not bright, it's not new, and we know the game.

No wonder this fandom can feel so segregated sometimes.

Anyway, if you’d like for me to expand on this lmk, I’ll always have more to share. Thanks for reading.

Happy Shipping

[lousolversons]

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live 1x01 Years

[andy-clutterbuck]

Years - The Ones Who Live - 1x01

[afurtivecake]

kevin/ichirou in a way that's wildly unhealthy for both of them- for kevin it's like, for some reason it feels like he's cuckolding his dead, former best friend/brother/abuser in a way that all his other relationships have not felt like. and he doesn't understand why that thought isn't turning him off completely. for ichirou it's that he doesn't think he's the type of person to keep secret mistresses or cheat on his wife for something so stupid as lust, but he stumbles into the irresistible kevin-day-effect and suddenly he finds himself rationalizing why having sex with a man that he technically owns wouldn't be considered cheating at all. or gay, for the matter. ( it is; he's just homophobic) because 'cheating' would imply a threat to his marriage, which, how could there be when it's just some guy whose life belongs to his family. (it is; he's just in denial) and besides, half the things they do can't even count as sex (maybe not, but it's definitely weirder and kinkier).

[wlwarhammer]

Rick grimes is a romcom girlie forced into a zombie show

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Roleswap AU Marcy and Grime have a different relationship from the one Grime and Sasha have in canon. In canon, Grime and Sasha are pretty much equals and rely on each other as such, with Sasha pulling him out of his depression and motivating him to pursue his evil goals.

In this AU, with Marcy on the run alongside him, Braddock and Percy, things are different. For starters, Marcy is a lot closer to Braddock and Percy than Sasha ever was. I'm bringing back the Marcy as a musical prodigy early concept because I think she could bond with Percy over that. She has this violin that she takes care of like it's her baby, in which she plays the openings of all her favorite animes (currently she's working on the version of Country Roads from Whispers of the Heart). Grime finds it infuriating, and one time, when she's having innocent fun with Percy and Braddock, he grabs her bow and breaks it in half.

This is like the third most traumatizing thing that's happened to her since landing in Amphibia. She goes very quiet and curls into a ball in the corner of the barn where they're hiding. She doesn't want to anger him more and risk losing her violin too.

Marcy hasn't gotten the opportunity to grow much in Amphibia like Sasha and Anne did. She's been kept prisoner and was then manipulated into helping the toads terrorize frogs. All she's done so far was regret her decision to bring them here and feel stupid. Her confidence is six feet under. She also hasn't received any training, never had access to sources to research the world of Amphibia, and never learned how to fight. She's a child. She feels more like a child than ever. Weak and stupid and useless.

Braddock and Percy scold the living hell out of Grime for treating a child (lost and scared and alone) like that. It's true that he's never thought of Marcy as a child before, what with her being so tall and the fact that he didn't know how to tell the difference between a juvenile and adult homo sapiens. He never had to deal with children before. Seeing her looking so uncharacteristically sad and quiet doesn't bring him joy. It's just sad. He decides to go into town and see if he can find a replacement, but all he can find are actual bows. They give him an idea, though. He comes back with one light yet long enough for Marcy, and tells her that, until he can find the kind of bow she needs, he'll teach her to use this one. This kid is going to get herself killed if her reaction to someone destroying her possesions is to sulk in the corner, and she's too smart to lose her to something stupid like that. She'll be his student now. Maybe then, when she's feeling stronger and more sure of herself, he'll be able to put her intelligence to good use, and he won't feel the weird need to check on her at night to see that she isn't crying, or to give her his parts of the rations without her realizing.

[bug-observer]

Rick and Michonne better make it back home by the end of this season SO HELP ME GOD

[ririchonne]

It started with a kiss (and 5 pizzas)😂

New Korean drama airing on Sunday at 9pm starring Danaï Gurira and Andrew *not so slick*Lincoln on AMC

[flor4de4amor]

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name: angelina (a pseudonym)

age: 18

sweet things bout me:

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always feel free to reach out to me! i’m always ready for new friends!

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[millaysmaeve]

i'm stuck on the idea of a richonne time travel fanfic - the premise is nearly done in my head, it's not a time travel per se, but actually rj coming up with a way to communicate with the past because he needs information about how the zumbi virus was created, so he contacts the only two people he truly tusts which is his parents but it's years before the turn and michonne is pregnant with andre and rick's marriage is starting to go south - see? i almost got everything figured out the problem is i can write fiction in english for shit so i came here just to vent this idea and hope someone is interested in writing it.

[alexpdcl]

oh yea

[restesdelune]

Mother Michonne

Andre

Carl

Judith

RJ

The Grimes

How Richonne Was Born

[where-the-wind-travels]

meet my mc ✦ ilw edition, 1/?

full name: amethyst "ame" dahlia grimes

age: 22

birthday: february 29th, 2000 (celebrates on the 28th in non leap years)

gender: non-binary transfem

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: bisexual

personality type: shows as sarcastic in game, but they're an absolute wildcard. yes, most of the time they use humor and witty quips to defuse situations or as their "default" mode, but they can also get aggressive from time to time, and when it comes to people they care about there's not a bit of sarcasm left in them. in general, very unpredictable, i'd say for them i picked 50% sarcastic choices and 25% of the other two personalities each.

love interest: lincoln mcquoid / aquino

occupation: unemployed during series events, goes on to become a fashion designer after moving to vegas

fate: merged with their human half, successfully defeated matty and cured the horrors

fates of friends: everyone survived and stayed, but abel did almost die because he didn't have a high enough nerve to avoid the incorrect options

more:

☆ they're very into new wave, goth rock, and 80s synth pop. (yes, they're a devotee just like me 😭) despite this, their style couldn't be further from gothic fashion, instead preferring to dress in 2000s fashion with racing and rave elements.

☆ they picked the name amethyst not only because of their favorite color being purple but also because of their birth stone, and their middle name dahlia because of the flower that symbolizes change. (fun fact: i wanted them to have a flower middle name and went with dahlia temporarily before i went wait. flowers have meanings don't they. and so i searched up if there's a flower for change and SURPRISE it's dahlia lmaooo 😭 i picked right)

☆ they used to want to become an astronomer when they grew up, but eventually grew out of it once they realized they're just really into space and the actual job would be really boring to them.

☆ they've been a dancer since age 14 and incorporate it into their fighting style. they don't have a particular weapon of choice, but they do like dual wielding, as for them it feels "empty" fighting with just one weapon.

☆ they've always been the "fight first, talk later" impulsive id-type, acting with their instinct and gut feelings rather than thinking rationally or keeping their emotions in check. only after forming a friendship with the main gang did they learn to be more rational and patient, although much of their former self is still there.

☆ they'll often wake up really early just to get their outfit and/or makeup ready. amalia always scolds them for it, and when they tell her she's up early too she replies that at least she's doing something important with her petition.

☆ they and lincoln are both fully and completely versatile, but only when it comes to who's topping or bottoming... since everyone knows it's always ame taking the wheel. upon first meeting him they thought he'd be hard and dominant in bed and were very pleasantly surprised upon finding out that's not the case.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

46 - The Not Spaghetti Dinner pt 2

Part 47

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Please leave comments and anything you’d like to see ❤️

Shoveling food in my mouth I didn’t know what type of food she had made considering most of my meals had consisted of steak and mashed potatoes. But whatever it was, it was delicious and I didn’t want to stop eating it. Everyone was eating in a somewhat comfortable silence until Cooper’s mother attempted to make conversation. “Are you all better from your explosion, honey?”

“I'm fine.” Cooper simply replied back to her.

She nodded, eyeing his sister. “You know, your sister's following in your footsteps, baby. She's going to Tech.”

“I'm sure all the sororities are beside themselves with joy.”

Angela glared between her two children and then over to me. “Cooper, be nice.”

“Or maybe just don't speak. For the rest of your life.” Ainsley snapped back at her older brother.

Stabbing my fork into the bowl I raised my voice at the blonde who had been glaring at me for the last ten minutes of the dinner. “Hey! That’s enough. You shouldn’t be mean to your brother like that.”

“Oh yeah. What would you know about being a good sibling huh?” Ainsley glared at me, leaning forward so she could look me in the eye.

Slamming my fork on the table I got up from my seat at the table. Everyone shifted their gaze onto us and whatever was about to happen between me and the youngest Norris. “I’m actually a better sibling than you’re being right now. I have a brother my age and we have a younger sister and she is more of a sweetheart than you are being. Oh and she doesn’t starve herself. She loves sugar and she once ate a whole box of mini donuts just because she wanted to.” Ainsley covered her mouth in horror at my words, taking a long sip from her wine glass with heavy silence covering the dining room.

“So, uh...What'd you say this stuff is?” Tommy entered the conversation knitting his brows

His woman in the bright red dress began explaining. “Bolognese. It's three types of meat...veal, beef, and wild boar...like I was telling God.”

“So, spaghetti.” Tommy finished her thought.

“Not spaghetti. No. Spaghetti doesn't use veal or pork and it doesn't use cream and it doesn't use sugar.” She scoffed, explaining it more in depth to the people at the table.

Ainsley held her bite in her mouth, dropping her fork and pushing the bowl away. “Is there sugar in this?”

“Not enough to make a difference.” She mother said.

His mother sighed, dropping her shoulders. “How was your day, Nathan?”

“My day?” The looking lawyer gulped nervously looking around the room. “Uh, I'm an attorney. Well, I can't… My day is governed by attorney-client privilege.”

“So you can't talk about your day?” Angela tilted her head at the thought.

He shook his head answering her question. “No, ma'am.”

“Well, till the end of the day, it was just about a two.” Tommy interrupted their conversation

His ex wife sniped seeing he wasn’t feeling like explaining anything more about his day but it turned out to be the opposite. “What happened? You a fucking lawyer now, too?”

“You want to hear about my day? All right, here it is. I stood out in a hundred-degree heat all day staring at gauges on fucking oil pumps, until some cartel members showed up and demanded we pay 'em back for the drugs they lost on our lease to the tune of about $30 million dollars. Guess how they took it when I said no.”

Nathan gasped, eyeing his work partner. “That really happened?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it really happened.” Dale nodded in his direction

Nathan questioned almost turning it into a work discussion like my grandfather John would hate. “Does Monty know?”

“I'm going over there tomorrow. Well, let's see. What else? My hemorrhoid finally burst. It's amazing how 80 miles of dirt road will work through one of those pesky ones.” Tommy kept going on until his wife dropped her silverware storming into the kitchen.

Ainsley called for her father’s attention. “Dad.”

“What?”

She spoke again seeing that he didn’t understand what he should do. “Go talk to her. Say sorry.”

“All right.” Her father got up from his spot at the table, going into the kitchen.

Ainsley sent him a childish grin. “Be nice.”

Laying my fork down I took a sip from my wine glass before I felt someone touch my arm making me look out the corner of my eye seeing it was my boyfriend looking at me. Cooper placed his freehand that has a bandage wrapped around it over my smaller one, as a way of telling me he was here no matter what. “You don't think we're doing this every night, do you?” Nathan leaned over to his other roommate living in the house.

Dale chuckled with a mouth full of food. “I don't know, but this fucking spaghetti's pretty good, though.”

“You got this image in your brain of how everything's supposed to go, but we don't know what that is, you know? We don't see it.” While everyone was sitting at the table eating whatever weird dinner she had prepared we could hear the two talking in the kitchen. “So, when it doesn't go the way you dreamed it up, you get pissed off, you throw a tantrum, and then I get pissed off, throw a bigger tantrum, and then we're back to square one.”

Angela sighed heavily in defeat. “Our children hate each other.”

“Honey, they're teenagers. They're supposed to hate each other.”

“Cooper is not a teenager. He's a man. I mean, a man. He'll - He'll likely marry that rancher girly, leave me forever and have grandkids we might not ever see.” She disagreed with her ex or current husband. I wasn't entirely sure at the moment. “When the fuck did that happen? I mean, do I look like a woman with a 22-year-old? I'm turning into a GMILF.”

Tommy asked her bluntly. “The hell's a GMILF?”

“A grandmother I'd like to fuck.” She scoffed at her and I shook my head putting my freehand over my face thinking that my family appeared much more like a family than Cooper’s does at the moment.

My boyfriend’s voice pulled me from his parents' conversation to notice that his sister was just giddy like a kid on Christmas for some reason. “What're you smiling for?”

“Why aren't you? That's the question.” She didn’t drop her smile thinking he was the odd one.

“'Cause I'm old enough to remember when they were together.” Cooper muttered back to her and his words caused me to sink into my chair understanding the weight of his words. He rustled around his plate, grabbing his hat and getting up from his chair, gaining my attention. “Are you ready to go, babe?”

Wiping my mouth with my napkin I sat it down pushing in my chair and following him out the front door. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Riding in the passenger seat of my boyfriend’s truck I heard his phone vibrating where he picked it up and answered it by putting it up to his ear. “Cooper?”

“Yeah, who is this?” He asked the person on the phone.

“Ariana.”

Hearing a girl's name come from the phone I instantly got curious about his relationship with someone I didn’t know. “How are you? Hello?” Cooper asked, thinking the connection had gotten lost.

“I need to see you. Can you do that for me?” She asked and I could hear some sadness in her voice.

My boyfriend replied by hanging up the phone sensing I was staring at him silently. “Sure, I’ll come over tomorrow….what is it, Faith?”

“I should be asking you that. Who is this Ariana girl?”

He glanced between me and the road in front of us making sure we didn’t get into a wreck. “Faith, you don’t have to worry about her. She’s just a friend that I’m helping out.”

“When did you meet her then?” I questioned him, hating that I sounded like a jealous girlfriend right now.

Cooper focused his gaze on me. “Her husband was a part of my old crew that got killed in the explosion. She has a young son to take care of but doesn’t know how.”

“Cooper, I’m - I’m sorry I jumped to the thought of you cheating on me.” Lowering my gaze to my hands in my lap till he reached over the seat, intertwining his hand with mine giving me a weak smile knowing I meant well.

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[bidaryl]

time travel fix it au's are done to death in this fandom but also they're my favourite thing in the world so au where the entire show happens as is and it's heartbreaking and inspiring etc but then. restart button. waking back up at the start of the end except only the people that lived remember

wanna think about what would happen when daryl and carol wake up at camp, remembering everything that happened; carol stronger, knowing in her gut that everything that she remembers is real, and daryl fucking terrified, because if everything in his head actually happened, then what the fuck is this

wanna think about a rick dragging a hostile merle and a wide-eyed glenn back to camp, memories completely intact, and running to reunite with his family. not letting daryl go and hugging carol so so so tight, collapsing to the ground with carl in his arms

wanna think about them dragging the atlanta group to the farm, maggie leaving the front porch light on for them, and everyone reuniting. rick seeing hershel again, daryl seeing beth, carol pulling sophia close, and maggie being unable to even breath, looking at glenn

wanna think about them tossing up whether to even go to the prison, but they met important people there, and alexandria's a long way, and if they're gonna survive this time–if they're gonna live–they're gonna do it right

so they go to the prison so they can figure out their next step, and michonne's there and waiting, andre on her hip, and they deal with the governor before the governor deals with them, and sasha and tyresse finally show up, they find the prisoners, and then one day they get a knock on the front gate, and it's negan

negan showing up, no baseball bat in hand but his leather jacket still in place, a sick but alive lucille by his side, laura and doctor franklin behind him, and all he's got to say is at the end of the world, i know which side i wanna be on

the fallout of that, of maggie being against it, of rick never having gotten to see negan at the end, not knowing the choices he made, the good and the bad. daryl and carol looking at glenn, seeing him alive and in love and having no memory of his last moments, and never wanting anything to ruin that, but negan saved judiths life, helped save all their lives. he chose, in the end, and now it's their turn

wanna think about a future where beth doesn't die, but they go on a rescue mission to get noah anyway. a future where tara turns up with her niece, led by eugene with abraham and rosita following right behind him

wanna think about how they'd handle terminus, how they'd handle the claimers. wanna think about them trying to find father gabriel, except gabe made it the first time around, and he wasn't wasting his second chance. he saved his flock, and he led them to alexandria, and he's waiting

wanna think of connie's group searching for hilltop. not finding maggie, or alden, but finding jesus. wanna think about lydia, being a fucking child, and watching her mother kill her dad, and remembering aaron telling her how loved she was

wanna think of the growing pains of them being able to save so many more family members this time, but god, a larger group is harder to keep alive

daryl trying to run interference with merle and everyone else, getting the jack of it one day and telling him he's already mourned him once, and he won't again. if merle wants to stay–to live–then it's up to him. daryl's not gonna babysit him anymore

rick trying to find his footing between lori and shane and judith, with carl, with michonne and andre. michonne looking at a weak but alive lori grimes holding a screaming and crying newborn in her arms, and knowing that she's never gonna be her daughter the way she was before, but knowing she'll always be something to her

carol struggling to be the mother sophia needs her to be, emotions too sharp and constantly fucking terrified. doesn't know how to hold onto someone like that anymore, either gripping too tight or not at all

maggie trying to exist in a world where she has everyone she's ever loved back, so close and so fucking dear, except it cost her her son. not knowing if she'll ever get him back at all. doesn't know how to live with the grief of losing someone she never technically had in this world

they make it to alexandria and it's aaron opening the gate for them, waiting to welcome them home

[elysianymph]

thinking about remus being a dadda's boy when he was little but as he grew up he realized how lyall was drifting away bc of the guilt he felt whenever he looked at remus so remus became a mamma's boy in his teenage years