#sometimes you gotta put your favorite girl in a lighting + perspective experiment

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"where tf is she" i have no idea 👍

[anothertimdrakestan]

Just Hold Me Tonight - Tim Drake x Reader

Words: 1.1k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! I saw your post about PTSD and it’s really heart warming. I suffer from anxiety and I get really panicky. Could you do 9 and 21 for the reader with Tim where it’s a rough night, I don’t know if you have experience with anxiety but I love your writing so I thought I’d request it. Thanks! ” (9. can you just hold me tonight? 21. please stop crying baby)

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Hello angel, this request absolutely made my day. I try to be really open but it is hard, I have PTSD, anxiety and ADHD but I believe they make me stronger not weaker. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so I decided to do one of those because I think Tim would be really comforting. I really hope you enjoy and that this gives you a piece of my perspective and experience with mental health <3.

TW FOR MENTIONS OF TRAUMA AND LIGHT DESCRIPTIONS

It was nights like this you hated living in Gotham. You’d taken an apartment in the best area in Gotham as to avoid the noise. Not anything in specific, the noise. Gunshots, screaming, and anything else that goes bump in the night. The night you told Tim broke his heart. After a wonderful evening together he invited you to swing with him through the streets, he promised to perch you on a building so you could watch him live out his passion. But you knew you couldn’t do it, not yet, maybe not ever. So you sat him down, and explained, not too much, because the details are painful, but enough. You were enough. And Tim wouldn’t let you forget it. “Y/N, love, it means a lot that you told me, I’m sorry.” you noticed how angry Tim looked, after hearing your story his hands were shaking and it was your turn to comfort him. You reminded him he was so young, he couldn’t have saved you and that you were a strong, independent woman. 

And to your delight, nothing changed. Tim didn’t treat you like a piece of broken glass that would fracture in his hands because you were strong, and he loved you for it. But some nights you really did just need his presence, because he reminded you of what was good in the world. When fear crept in, and everything seemed out to find and hurt you Tim was there, sometimes he came in the Red Robin suit, you loved the way the reds and shadows danced around his body, he was the embodiment of a hero, your hero. You knew his exact routine for taking off the suit. Utility belt, cape, shoes, exterior suit, body armor, new shirt on, pants, put on new shorts, and finally the mask. Back when he wore the condom hat you’d giggle at his mask-hair but the domino mask was your personal favorite. You could tell the relief he got in peeling it off, and the first thing his eyes met was you. 

You were usually curled up in the corner of your bed, you always kept it in the corner of your room because the walls reminded you that you were alive. You’d make yourself as small as possible, and reach for your phone. Shooting Tim the alert message asking that if he was free you wouldn’t mind his company. And that was all he needed. He’d come through your window, unlocking it with a key you’d placed on it so only he could get in. He’d start pulling off the suit if he was wearing it, and begin scanning the room for you. Tim always started with soft words and tonight was no different.

“Hey love, how’s it going tonight? Real fancy seeing you here!” you could feel a smile grace your lips but the buzzing didn’t stop. Giving him a small nod to come forward you shifted, letting him plop down in the bed next to you. “Oh babe are you crying? No, please, I’m here.” you let him scoop you up and pull you in close, feeling his hands swipe tears away from your cheeks. You didn’t talk yet, not ready to open up your heart. “Please stop crying baby I’m here, I’m right here Y/N, it’s okay.” Tim’s voice was filled with nothing but love and adoration, and you felt the tendrils of fear sneak back. 

“Hey Timmy” you whispered, your hands were still shaking but Tim held them, his warmth spreading to you. “Mhm so how’s your night going?” you loved his humor, poking his chest. “I think you know goof” he feigned innocence, the hand you’d let go was swirling patterns on your back while he held you. “Soooo want me to tell you about patrol?” you nodded, stories of his heroism always made you feel better.

“So tonight I’m with Damian, Bruce just started letting us fly solo but the punk likes to give me a hard time because Bruce always says I’m in charge. So I decided tonight to give him a lil fright. We’re out about halfway through a slow patrol. So as he’s swinging through the buildings I turned around. Kid flipped out it was hilarious. Saying something about my ‘incompetent ass falling mid grapple’ but then I didn’t come back and he genuinely got scared! Like the kid has feelings it was almost heartening except that he’s a demon. Ah! There we go, my favorite girl giving that award winning smile” you blushed, Tim still made you feel butterflies with his horrible pickup lines and dorky smiles, and you loved it.

“I know Damian has feelings, he loves his pets! And I think he really likes me.” your voice was growing stronger, fingers now playing with his hair. “Little D loves you Y/N. Imagine being so unlucky that your family loves your wife more than you. It’s sooo hard on me” you groaned, trying to hold back another smile. Tim always called you his wife or Y/N Drake-Wayne, he said why wait for the officials he knew you were his person. “Yes that’s gotta be really hard Timbers I’m so sorry” you tried to fake pout and he scrunched his nose at you. 

And just like that, the storm had dissipated. Now it was just you and Tim, no large nasty grim reaper standing in the other corner of your room. Just your dork boyfriend who was trying to teach you phrases in elvish so he could tell you that you were sexy in front of Bruce. “So you wanna get up? Movie night? Take out?” your hand fell to his cheek, pulling him in for the first kiss of the night. “How about you just hold me tonight?” and he kissed you back, “absolutely love” and he winked at you.

“Y/N, love, if it were up to me I’d be holding you for the rest of my life”

“That’s nice Timmy but say it in elvish”

“Mel, im anír- na gar- cin an anand” 

“Oh my god it was a joke you nerd” Tim grinned like an idiot and leaned in to kiss your nose. “I’m your nerd angel!”

“Dork.”

[arayael-eloha]

Gotta Get my GLOW Back

Someone the other day stopped me in the gym and said ‘You don’t have that GLOW you used to have’. Granted he then explained to me he thought it was because I was missing my amazing trainer KDream, which I am, but he then probably saw the horrified and sad look on my face and quickly said, ‘You don’t have to be down, we all are here for you!’ I was relieved and smiled, but then it really affected me that someone who I see in the gym, but do not interact with on a daily basis made a comment about my light and how I seemed dim. That was a GUT CHECK for sure! Wow! I have been trying so hard to work on myself and to exude that glow and sunshine, but still one of my dark clouds follows me and I have to fight it almost every day, self love and relationship with myself, which clearly in turn affects how other people view me if I do not have myself in check first.  

We all have our off days and that is one of the reasons I started this blog. It was for a creative outlet and a way for me to share about sweat sessions, appreciation for fresh air and the outdoors, nourishing foods, wellness practices and advocate for movement, which all of these things help me on my cloudy days. We all experience it, I just think it is important for people to find outlets and know that other people are going through it as well, because we all are on this crazy journey called LIFE. It can be beautiful and fulfilling, but it can also be challenging and heartbreaking. That is the beauty of it. It is perfectly imperfect. Also let’s face it, social media contributes to a lot of our self worth standards these days. It portrays the perfect life, the perfect picture ALL OF THE TIME. No one wants their unfiltered face as their profile picture. You always want to put your best face forward, and trust me I do too, but every now and then I will get raw and real, because you have to sometimes.

So speaking of raw and real, let’s start by opening up about something that is usually personal…relationships. They are hard. Whether you are working on the relationship with yourself or you are in search of one with another person or are in a relationship. Within the last couple of months, I have been trying to figure some things out like how to deal with just being friend zoned by my work crush, confusion about my ex, because I still dearly love him, and I am coming to terms that THAT chapter has officially come to a close, all while being pursued by other men. I had gone on a couple of random dates, put myself out there BUT nothing stuck.

What is wrong with me? Why can’t a man commit? Why am I being led on but not taken out? Am I doing something? Am I not pretty enough? Am I being too nice? Am I being too honest?

The doubt and blame flooded my perspective and it is so hard to stay a float and get air when you feel like you’re drowning in this endless sea. Body image demons were there too, which is when I get severely self conscious since I have had a history of being embarrassed and unsure of my body and how I have looked...so you get the point, downward spiral I went. All from dating and a little bit of rejection and there was some good in there too, but how could I take a compliment if I had been rejected and confused? This is where the self love part should come in...but it takes time.

F THIS! I am doing nothing wrong I finally had to convince myself - this is just life and those guys were there for a reason, but I am so tired of there being a ‘reason’ and for there being a lesson in patience, self love, discernment, blah blah blah. Dating is hard, it is confusing, and the more women who feel comfortable coming out and sharing their experiences, the better support we will all have. You are not alone and don’t you dare question your self worth or if it is you because a man didn't like you, someone made a negative comment or a date did not go how you planned.

If I have learned anything, I have had to deepen the relationship with myself first so that when these rejections, awkward moments, negative comments come at me, I will be okay and not get thrown off so easily. I know that it is almost impossible to not be affected, after all, I am a cancer, and I am incredibly emotional and sensitive, but I can control how I react and handle certain things.

You might ask why is this related to working out? Well for me, being the best version of myself comes from looking and feeling good, and I do that by sweat and movement. The gym is where I feel the most powerful and I feel confident as well, just about as confident as I feel when I have heels on, make-up flawless, bronzed skin, hair blown out, and tits up 😘. (Cue Ashley Graham strut)

Working out is also a great distraction and stress reliever - I mean my girl Khloe got it right when she got that revenge body. It helps to focus all your energy somewhere for an hour, whether that be in the gym or walking getting some sunshine and fresh air. One step at a time love and do things that make YOU happy. Invest in friendships, if you love your job, use that as an outlet, try different things, travel, SWEAT, eat, drink, find happiness, even if it is just one moment during the day...BE HAPPY with you!!! We all live in this world and we all are trying to figure out our path in this life. It is not always pretty, it actually can rock us hard, BUT that doesn’t mean we can’t find gratitude in our hearts, find happiness, and learn to love ourselves. Be in a relationship with you!

In an effort to get my shine back, I felt the need to break old cycles and try something NEW. BRAND NEW - I stepped outside of my comfort zone from my normal routine at The Nox and decided to try a boxing class. (Cue the nerves)

Yes, that is right, I took this AMAZING boxing class at the new gym that just opened up in DC called RUMBLE and ooo baby did I rumble. One, two, jab, cross, upper cut! Want to feel like a badass?! Then you need to sign up for one of these classes. WOW – talk about POW (HER) FUL!!!  

This class was a cross between boxing and a HIIT workout. I got to throw punches, burn off steam from the week, and then crush it in the HIIT part of the workout. I made a sweat date with my work hubby for a Friday night and I HAD THE BEST TIME. I mean look at those guns - our instructor was a badass too!

I don’t have a workout for you this time, but I want you to find the courage to try something new. Plan to try a new workout, invite a friend if you're intimidated and who knows, you might actually LOVE IT and find something that works for you!! Go ahead and sign up for that dance class, SoulCycle, or crossfit - DO THAT. Stretch yourself. It is so refreshing!! It will help bring out that glow, that new you feel after you accomplish it and CRUSH the workout!

THANK GOODNESS for TRADER JOES. I honestly do not know what I would do without this grocery store. This week features a quick, healthy salad option. Literally 6 ingredients…ready?!

1.   Beets

2.   Lettuce, I am partial to mixed greens, but up to you!

3.   Red Onion

4.   Goat Cheese

5.   Candied Pecans

6.   Trader Joes Rose Vinaigrette

That is it! OMG it is delicious – add your favorite protein if you want to beef it up some. Lean ground turkey or chicken is a great option or you can fry up some tofu to keep it vegetarian friendly. I know not all of us have access to TJs and I am sorry for that, so for the dressing a simple vinaigrette works too!

So remember, TRY SOMETHING NEW, whether that be a new workout class, or a new food like beets in your salad (trust me, I was not a fan at first) or try to switch up your routine a bit. Be gentle with yourself, love yourself first, GLOW from the inside out. It has been a learning process for me, but if I take it a day at a time, breathe through the frustrations and ride the highs when they come, my smile cannot be contained and that ARay of Sunshine beams forth.

Go forth in humility as you open to new possibilities, refinement, and change. Cheers to us in working on that SHINE!

In peace,

A

[daddyconfessions]

daddy’s journal: 2/10/16

Last week was rough. Monday two of the big guys came in and informed me of an impending layoff then gave me the list. Long list.  One of them was my Cuban cigar hookup. Every time he visited our Middle East office he’d come back with a box of Cohibas. He charged me $600 but I knew half of that was a markup. Everybody’s got their hustle. Still it’s worth it.

All of the guys on the list I’m friends with too. So I had to laugh and talk with them throughout the day, pretending to be oblivious to their impending doom. Sometimes I hate corporate America. I did ask about my plug about the Cohibas. He said by month’s end…too late. By day’s end I got news that Friday would be the big day for kills. I felt like shit all day and as I went home, I felt even worse. A glass of red wine later that night didn’t help much.

The next day I met up with Firecracker.  I was looking forward to it. The week before she had been on her cycle. Poor thing...she caught hell too. When she got in the room she tried to catch up but I started taking her clothes off. I pushed her onto the bed and went down her. I ate the kitty like it was my first time. “Baby….baby….” she was saying. Couldn’t make out what it was really. My face was buried between her legs. Her thighs were covering my ears. I made her cum twice before I stopped. As I stood up to make my grand entrance I realized I hadn’t even gotten undressed. I laughed at myself.

I quickly pulled off my clothes while she looked on with glazed eyes. I put on the hat, then parted the pink sea like I was Moses. I could feel her squirming under me and realized I might be going too hard. So I let up a bit. She got into then. Her body moved in sync with mine, each time I went deep inside. Before I knew it I came and collapsed on her. A lot quicker then I usually do. I kissed her on her jaw and neck and then she said, “Kiss me.” That was odd for her. So our lips locked for a moment before I stopped and rolled off next to her. We lay there quiet for a good minute when she asked, “What if I want more?” I was like

She’s NEVER asked for a second round. Ever. The next 10 minutes are a disaster though. I got back hard, managed to give her a good show, but I went limp half way through. So we gave up. I apologized and she was ok with it. She’s never wanted it more than once s it caught me off guard. Next time I’ll be ready. Then I realized while we had been at it, she was about to cum but I had beat her to the finish line. Still it was all odd to me.

Wednesday was no better. Lots of pretending going on. 2 of the guys on the kill list came into my office. We laughed and joked all day. Went to lunch with one.  God I felt like shit. By the end of the day they started letting half of them go. I thought it was going to be Friday. But someone in upper mgmt. wanted to get it over with.

My assistant is a college student and works part time. I decided to give her the week off, hide her from the big boys. Out of sight out of mind. I’m sure if they saw her they would have told me to get rid of her.

A couple of days later I was in the room with Firecracker. I was determined to exact my retribution for the limp fiasco. But I forgot to pace myself. Half way through I had to stop. All out of breath. She asked me if I was tired and needed to rest but I told her I wanted her to cum. “I’ve already came 5 times baby,” she said, with a half chuckle. Like fool get up. “I can’t do any more ,” she said. Tapped out. I took it to the finish line and called it a day.

I’m good now with Firecracker. Not quite the love sick puppy as before. I put things in perspective and got back in touch with why I do this and what I want to experience. I can confidently say, “I’m good.”

The weekend hit and the fam was gone to some kid functions. I’m alone Saturday so I decided to check out a 40th birthday party for a good friend. Nothing fantastical happened there. By midnight I was on my way home. I haven’t been out on a Saturday in almost a year. So I couldn’t just go home. Who knows when I would be out again?

I decided to hit the strip club. I forgot what its like to be out on a Saturday night. I must have had 4 street races on the way there. Young punks. Shit to prove. I make a mental note to run the ride by Billy Ray’s shop tho. Time for some upgrades.

The clubs packed. Titties and ass everywhere. “I’ve got to get out more often on Saturday,” I mumble to myself. Most of the girls are in the back of the club given all kinds of table dances. I grab a beer from the bar and then flop down at a nearby table. I resigned to leave once the  beer was gone since none of these chicks were looking particularly good to me tonight.

I had a couple of sips of beer left when my favorite song comes on. Erotic city by Prince. “Kimberly” gets on stage. OMG. Good looking girl dancing to my favorite song? Must be a sign from the sugar gods. I patiently wait through her set, stretching those last two sips out for 15 minutes. It took her another 5 min to come out the back after her 3 songs. I watched as she went from guy to guy. Flopping down in their laps, talking to them for a few minutes before getting up and going to the next. Either these guys want something for free or she’s all about that champagne love. I watch this cycle go on for about 15 minutes. Damn if I didn’t stretch out the last remnants of beer in the bottle. Finally she walks past my chair and I grab her arm. She immediately flops down on me and lays her head back on my shoulder.

“Hey baby,” she says. I can smell the mix of perfume and her natural scent. Kind of sweet like. Musk. We chit for a second before she says, “You want to spend some time with me or you want to get a dance?” Not sure what that means in stripper lingo. So I say, “I want both.” So she starts chatting me up, little bs conversation about nothing. She’s kissed me several times and by the time the next song comes on I was hard. “I think I’m ready for a table dance,” I tell her.

She took me by the hand and led me to the table dance area. As I walked in I realized why I hadn’t seen that many girls. All the pretty ones were in this section doing all kinds of acrobatic feats and what not. We find a table and I sit down. Kimberly puts her drink down and other belongings and ask if I want to wait until the next song. I told her yes. She took another sip of the drink and starts dancing anyway. Ass and titties in my face. Even stood up on the couch with my head between her legs and her pussy less than an inch from my mouth and nose. I could smell her natural smell again. That kitty was sweaty too. Gotta love strippers. Hard workers.

As the song drew to an end I told her she was making me want some champagne love. She stopped suddenly and straddled me. She put her mouth to my ear and we discussed a price. After the negotiations were done she stood up and put back on her top. She told me I owed her for one dance and then we could go. I pulled out a $20 and handed it over. I could have sworn it was 2 songs, but fuck it. She grabbed my hand again and led me towards the bar. She tells this middle age chick I want the champagne room. “Great I’ll take care of it,” mama said. I cough up the champagne room fee and hand it to her. Then Kimberly leads me to the champagne room.

The room is well lit. I’m nervous. We grab a seat in the far corner. I sit down as Kimberly rearranges the chairs and tables to barricade us in. Then she sits next to me. “I need $20 to tip my manager to not let anyone back her. I need another $20 to tip the waitress.” Damn. Tip drill.  I pull out the cash, hand it over, and she disappears. She comes back and pulls off her shoes and flop down beside me. All comfy cozy now. Then the waitress comes with two glasses and champagne. She pops the bottle and pours us both a glass. “You guys need anything else?” the old chick asked. “No,” I say.

We pick up the glass and click’em. “Cheers.”  We talk a bit longer and then Kimberly kills her drink. “Pull your pants down babe,” she tells me. I look around in fear by the lights. No sooner had I thought about it they went dim. I drop my pants down to my knees. Kimberly goes in her purse and pulls out a condom. She tears it out the pack, puts it in her mouth and goes down on me. She gets it half on and then tries to use her fingers to get it further down. “Ouch,” I yell. Her nails are too long and the rubbers too tight. “Damn you got a big dick,” she tells me. She tries to pull it down and ends up breaking the rubber. We pull it off and she gets another, she gets it on again and I finish putting it on at this time. While I’m getting it on she pours more champagne and takes one more to the head. “You ready baby?” she asks. “Yes!”

She’s got some pretty good knowledge despite the condom. Had me rock hard despite the plastic. Or was it because I was just hot? Before I knew it she had climbed on top and was trying to ride. She was doing ok, but needed some help. I grabbed her by her waist and guided her up and down. When she had opened up for me, I got rough pounding her up and down on me. “Fuck,” she was saying. “Damn…..You’re big babe.” She put her hands on my chest and stops me. I looked over the back of the couch. Had someone come in? “You want to do doggie?” she asked.

We switch. She’ got down on the couch. She grabs me and guides me into the kitty. Now I’m standing up behind her in full site of the door. Fuck it. YOLO. I go to work. No time to waste. I’m turned up now. I wasn’t my usual sensitive lover self. I was just trying to bust so I went hard on her. “God….Oh shit,” she said. Suddenly she looked back at me as if she were possessed, her eyes locked with mine and narrowed.  “You’re fucking me…” she growled.  Why Yes. Yes I am. And I went on fucking her, wearing that little kitty out.

“Baby,” she panted. “You gotta hurry up.” I can’t come quick often and I was in rare form. I went for another minute before I came. Hard. When I was done, I collapsed in the chair beside her. She got off her knees and sat beside me and let out a long breath. We both reached for our glasses simultaneously and laughed at ourselves. We clicked them one more time and took a sip.

God I hope the local boys weren’t in the building. If so they had me on all kinds evidence. Sitting there with my pants around my knees, her naked. Kim pulled off the condom and disposed of it. Then handed me some napkins to clean up. We both got dressed and then sat back down to enjoy another glass.

“I gotta go babe,” she told me. I knew the game. It was another hour left before the club closed. Lots of $$$ to be made.

Before we walked out we exchanged numbers. She was cool meeting outside the club. Apparently I had “proven” myself. We walked out and Kim left me on the floor as she disappeared in the back. I sat down and finished off my glass of wine. As I got up to leave the old waitress was back. She had been coming to check on me I guess. We were so close we could have kissed. Had to have been intentional.

“How are you,” she asked. I told her I was fine. “Were you needing anything else sugar?” Ironic name. I told her yes and pulled out my wad and giving her a tip. “That’s for you.” She smiled and gave me the biggest hug ever. She needed to be careful though. Just because it was a bunch of 20 somethings walking around didn’t’ mean I wouldn’t show her what I was all about. I grinned and left.

Not a bad end to a rough week I’d say. (excuse any typos)

[lucifers-trash-stash]

Ask Negan Anything Q&A Special Responses

Hello everyone! So for my 500 Followers special a few months back l decided to take your questions and let you guys ask Negan any question you wanted. The answers are finally done, and I hope you all enjoy seeing what Negan had to say to you guys! Thank you for those of you that participated and I’m sorry it took so long to get Negan’s butt in gear to answer them <3

The list is split into 11 SFW and 4 NSFW questions, with the NSFW ones at the bottom so you can skip them if you wish.

@magikat409 asked: How does the point system work in Sanctuary? Like, does one task or job get you more points than others, etc?

Well, first of all, anything that puts your ass in the line of fire automatically gives you a nice little point boost over everyone else. It’s incentive to inspire people to pull their fucking weight. Next highest amount of points is guard or fence duty. Finally, you get the least amount for anything inside the building like cleaning, gardening, keeping stock, and cooking, which are about the same amount of points. You get more points if you’ve got more experience in your field, though, like the cook gets more than the dishwasher. I keep track of that shit.

The only exception to these rules is if someone’s got trade skills like electrical, plumbing, mechanic positions, or anything else I deem important. It takes a lot to run Sanctuary and it’s best to take care of the tradesmen a little more fucking handsomely than most if we don’t want them bailing on us.

@magikat409 asked: Do you offer the chance to any women you come across to become a wife? Or do you have qualities you look for?

Well shit, I’d love to ask every woman I see to be my wife but if I did that I’d be too distracted by pussy to run Sanctuary properly. Five is already pushing it for me, but then again I’m always willing to make an exception for you sexy people asking me all these questions.

As for wife material, I tend to look for a bit more than a pretty face nowadays. Let’s be fucking honest, Sherry and Amber were a bit more than I bargained for, especially when they both cheated on me. That shit still pisses me off.

I like a woman who’s a hard worker and takes care of her people, that shows fucking dedication right there. I love seeing a woman with a goddamn passion for something, whether it be books, movies, art, writing, what they studied in school, whatever. The light in their eyes when they talk about the stuff they love just makes me feel all fucking warm and fuzzy inside. Also, you didn’t hear this from me, but I don’t mind a wife who would question my authority behind closed doors. It keeps me on my toes and gives me a different perspective on shit, not that I always take it. That and it’s so hot seeing a woman stand up to me.

@daintyunicorn asked: Do you spend the same amount of time with each wife or you give some wives more attention than others? And follow up question- do you like playing favorites?

Well, I keep a general record in my head of how often I’m fucking each wife and I try to make it as fair as possible. Though if we’re being fucking honest here I do give a couple girls more attention. These ladies usually want to get down to some freaky-deaky even when it isn’t their turn, and that shit turns me on. Some wives like Sherry are just fucking cold to me and never initiate jack shit so I’m always more affectionate to my wives that treat me more than just a sugar daddy who gets them presents.

So yeah, I suppose I like playing favorites. You guys have to keep it a secret though, if the other wives find out I’m giving little extra things to the other girls they’ll start bitching about how it’s unfair and shit.

@casifer-fan asked: When you were a kid did you used to read comic books? (And if you did what kind of comic books?)

Fuck yeah I loved comics. Still do, though with how flimsy those things were back when I was reading them, I doubt they’d be good enough to salvage today.

I read both DC and Marvel, though I had a soft spot for Marvel just because I liked Stan Lee’s shit. He’s the fucking man. Batman was pretty fucking sweet too, all of the villains were a lot of fun. I could watch Batman kick Joker’s shit around the block for hours.

@casifer-fan asked: What were you like as a child? Were you a social person or more like an outcast?

I wasn’t exactly “popular” but I was pretty well liked. It’s probably not surprising to hear that I was the class clown when I was in school. I was a pretty social kid too, though most of them stayed away from me because I didn’t take shit from anyone. I mostly hung around with outcast kids, though they were all pretty cool. I suspect a bit of it was because they wanted someone tough on their side, but I didn’t mind that shit.

@casifer-fan asked: If you could have a superpower what would it be and why? *-*

X-Ray vision, baby! It’d be a real fucking help with scavenging so I can see if there’s any walkers lurking around the place before going in, or checking to see if there’s anything useful to begin with. I bet you all fucking thought I was going to make that dirty! Well you’re half right because I’d use it for other things too… if you catch my drift.

@cherieann-2001 asked: Negan how would you feel about having a younger Twin Sister? What role if any would you give her at the Sanctuary? What weapon would you give her? Would you let her date anyone at the Sanctuary?

Well shit, I’d care about her a lot. I’d make sure she’d have it made, anything she wants I’ll fucking find it for her. I take care of my own.

I’d probably find her a job that suits her best, like if she’s a fucking great cook she’d obviously be in the kitchen, if she’s good at strategy she’d be mapping out places where we could scavenge, shit like that. I’d probably be pretty wary of her going outside though. Anything can happen out there. If she fights me on it and proves herself, I might actually consider letting her go on runs with me, but that’s a big if.

Honestly, she can date whoever the fuck she wants. Even if I act like an ass and keep her away from other guys (or gals) she’ll still do it anyways. So there’s no point in trying to prevent it from happening. I’d nudge her towards a couple of my better people, sure, but ultimately who she chooses is her own decision.

@anonymous asked: Do you sing? If so, what are you favorite songs? Are there any songs that you absolutely hate?

Hell yeah I love to sing! I usually save it for special occasions, but sometimes I just hear a song that I gotta fucking belt out. Let’s see here, I suppose I really like “Hotel California” by The Eagles. I love Journey too, and while you’ll probably crucify me for saying “Don’t Stop Believing” isn’t my favorite, I fucking love singing “Separate Ways.” Anything by Johnny Cash is fine by me too. As for least favorites, I tend to not like sugary sweet pop music or anything else where the voice is fucking grating on my skull and they repeat the same shit about twenty times. That being said I find it hard to listen to music that sounds like someone dumped a bunch of fucking rocks in a dryer and hit “high spin.”

@embracetheapocalypsewithme asked: What do you think of women with tattoos, piercings, bright hair, etc.? Turn on or turn off?

Personally for me it’s a big turn on. That shit’s like a magnet for me, it makes a woman stand out in a crowd. I love hearing people talk about their tattoos because they’re so fucking personal so having a girl get all excited while telling me that shit is pretty cool. Plus I’ve got plenty of tattoos as well so we can swap stories and shit.

@superwholoki asked: What would you do if found out Rick was sleeping with one of your wives? Would you still offer her the chance to stay with you knowing they had continued their affair since the beginning? How would you punish Rick?

Fuck, that’s a tough one. It makes me livid just thinking about it. Honestly I wouldn’t give her another fucking chance. She’d technically be sleeping with the enemy, and I don’t want a woman that’d so willingly fucking do that. I think I’d make her leave Sanctuary and go on home with Rick if that’s how she wants to play that little game.

As for Rick the Prick, I’d get back at him all right. I would still need him to work for me, so I can’t exactly kill him, but I can raise his weekly quota some more. Make him have to work really fucking hard to get supplies for us. All because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I’m sure his people would love him for that.

@anonymous asked: Are there any female celebrities would be DYING to make one of your wives?

I’d be fucking lying if I said Princess Leia never had an effect on me as a kid. If she were still around, I’d fucking find Carrie Fisher in a heartbeat and wife her up. Probably the only woman my age I’d go for. Except for Sigourney Weaver. I’d get with her too.

As for women younger than me… Probably Zoe Saldana and Sofia Vergara. They’re fucking gorgeous. Fuck, I should probably stop while I’m ahead because if I kept going this list would be a mile long.

NSFW QUESTIONS:

@magikat409 asked: What are your favorite role-play scenarios and/or sexual positions?

Well, for role-play scenarios I’m down for about anything. Even though it’s not really a role-play when you are the boss, I still love playing boss and dressing my girls as sexy little secretaries. I tend to not get any fucking work done on those days. My wives also love a little Professor Negan action, not that I have the clothes to dress the part, but it’s still pretty hot.

As for sexual positions I enjoy anything where I can see my partner’s face as they bite their lip and pant and moan my name. I just love seeing someone come undone from a just a few fucking thrusts from me. Unless I’m feeling fucking generous I’m usually on top. Also I really enjoy fucking in front of a mirror so they can watch me thrust into them from behind. That shit turns me on.

@anonymous asked: I'm sure it gets rough living with the constant threat of being eaten alive, and a guy's gotta do something to relieve that stress. Have you ever fooled around with another guy/one of your men?

That’s an interesting fucking question. Now, I’m not one to kiss and tell… oh for fuck’s sake we both know that’s a big fat lie. I have on at least one occasion got a little freaky-deaky with one of my men. He may or may not have had a mustache. You didn’t hear it from me though.

@daintyunicorn asked: How many rounds a day can you handle? :o

Honey, as long as they give me a few minutes between rounds I can go for as long as they can stand it. I play to win.

@anonymous asked: Have you ever sent a dick pic to a lady (or gent?) and/or sexted?

Once or twice. It’s not really my favorite method of flirting. I’d much rather show it to the lucky lady/gent in person.

Also tagging @negans-network