#miss glenn so much

[mj-thrush-gxn]

you guys he’s dis many

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

What Bellamy Blake deserved: NOT FUCKING THAT

[felsicveins]

screaming, creaming, falling to the floor I found all your glenn close art and the one with milk shake under his tits is iconic

thank you for your work

Glenn will forever be my baby girl ❤️

[trips2saturn]

yes hello hi. these are still one of twd’s best photoshoots to date. i mean just look at the material.

[paging-possum]

LONG OVERDUE SKETCH PAGE OF TUMBLRS ULTIMATE SEXYMAN ‼️‼️🙌🙌💥💥🔥🔥‼️‼️

[heytinskatin]

I'm calling a Dad Huddle

[carlgrimesloverr]

fight for me

carl grimes x fem!dixon!reader

summary : carl and ron get into a fight, and you’re stuck being the one to scold carl

takes place during : somewhere between s5 and s6

warnings : mentions of fighting

word count : 637

you stood across from carl, staring down at him as he sat on his bed, eyes trained on his bloodied knuckles.

“what were you thinking?” you asked, sighing.

“he was bad mouthing you.” carl grumbled, keeping his face pointed down towards his hands as he fidgeted with them.

“and?”

“and when i told him to stop, he pushed me.”

“so you punched him?”

“yeah. he wouldn’t shut up.”

“i don’t need you fighting for me carl - hell i don’t want you fighting for me!”

“you don’t know the shit he was saying about you! he was talking as if you weren’t a human being with feelings!”

“i wasn’t there carl, it doesn’t matter what he said about me. frankly, i don’t care what he said. words don’t hurt the same was a fucking punch does.”

“i care what he says, don’t you get that? what he said annoyed me.”

you huffed, trying not to let your anger take ahold of you. of course carl would attack anyone who hurt you physically or verbally, that’s just who he was. you knew that.

“ok.. i’m sorry. but hey, i don’t want you going out and getting in trouble all for me - cause now i feel bad for causing all this. plus, you know i can handle someone shit talking me.” you sighed, sitting down next to the teen boy on his bed.

finally, carl raised his eyes to meet yours and smiled slightly. “you remember what you told me the first time we met?” he asked, chuckling softly to himself.

“no…? should i? it was a crazy time you know - i mean… i had just lost my mom and somehow gained my dad? what’d i say?” you asked, confusing lacing your voice and you tried to recall the memory.

you could remember just about everything when it came to meeting carl - the blaring traffic horns, the traffic that never seemed to end, crying babies, your father and uncle shouting at each other as you cupped your ears with your hands whilst hiding in the backseat. you could recall looking out the window and seeing carl with his mother and shane standing across from carol and sophia, talking about something random. carl had spotted you too, and smiled. at the time you couldn’t quite place the feeling that smile gave you, but now you know it was a feeling of safety.

“you asked me that if it ever got bad, if i would fight for you. and i told you yes, with everything i had.”

now you could remember it, you could remember it as if it was yesterday. your father was shouting at shane for pulling a gun on merle (who was trying to start something with t-dog because apparently t-dog gave him a weird look), and a fight had broke out. it was still early on in the apocalypse, maybe the second or third week. you hadn’t spoken to carl much, he was mourning his dad and you were mourning your mom. but somehow, he ended up in front of you, arm out in front of you in some attempt to keep you safe. afterwards, when your dad and shane had stopped fighting, you and carl sat next to each other for a bit and began to finally talk.

“i almost forgot about that… everything was almost normal back then. more normal than it is now. back when we had them, it was normal, wasn’t it?”

“had who?”

“jacqui, andrea, amy, t-dog… merle.”

“i don’t think it’ll ever be normal again.”

“which is exactly why you shouldn’t go starting shit and ruin things more!” you scolded, slighting hitting carl on the shoulder.

carl laughed, rolling his eyes.

“but, i do think it’s cute.” you added.

“what’s cute?”

“how you want to fight for me.”

[bidaryl]

admit it. you only came back to atlanta for the hat. don’t tell anybody.

[bonelybuzzard]

Here's to another day of me missing Inside Job and wishing SOMEONE would pick the show back up (Roleplay friend of mine got me hooked back on this fucking show and I definitely didn't get reobsessed, no siree I haven't a clue what you're talking about)

[greylight32]

Me: YAY new episode, and it has Terry jr, Nicky, RON, and Glenn!

"You lied to me kiddo" "I deserve this"

"We're cool now!" “keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we can go back in time and you could be there for me”

“This is as good as it’s gonna get”

Me: THANKS, I FUCKING HATE IT!

[andromedism]

When Harry Met Sally (1989)

[kiruvry]

all men know nowadays is live through the zombie apocalypse eat hot chip kiss other men and lie

[deerlisteners]

thinking abt felix being protective of areadbhar and feeling entirely normal about it actually

[dumbassnamedkhoshekh]

We lost a good show yesterday.

Heartbreaking art by @hannah4xyz on Instagram

Not just any good show. A show that, for all it's silly dirty jokes, gore, swears, and satire, is at it's core about connection, love, and healing. And The Deep State (I had to). A show that ended, not in a blaze of glory or with a peaceful, satisfying conclusion, but with a cliffhanger which had the lead making the biggest, most heartbreaking decision of her life, the results and consequences of which we will likely never get to see. Inside Job was something else. It could have easily fallen back on the crutch of over the top bloody violence and shock humor like so many adult animated series before it, but, while it did use those elements, its strength was always in the story it told and the characters it gave life to. A story of trying and failing and trying and succeeding to making bonds with people, a story of finding love in the darkest of places, a story of healing from the wrongs done to you in the past that shaped who you are now. A story that was way deeper and more emotionally damaging than it had ANY right to be. Then again, that's what you get when the the showrunner and executive producers came from shows like Gravity Falls and Bojack Horseman. Thank you Shion, Alex, and Mike, for the story you created and gave to us. Thank you Lizzy, Clark, Christian, Adam, Tisha, Brett, John, Bobby, Andy, Chris, and everyone else who brought the characters to life through their brilliant voices. Thank you to the writers, and the animators, and everyone else behind the scenes who made us laugh and love and cry with these characters and these stories. Thank you, Inside Job. Thank you.

Good night, my sweet comfort show. May we one day meet again.

[iwannahave-fun-fun-fun]

He hit Candace square in the face with the pillow afterwards

[daryldixonnn]

babies:(